Some housekeeping:
THERE ARE BDSM AND CHEATING ELEMENTS IN THIS STORY.
PROCEED AT YOUR OWN CAUTION.
ALL CHARACTERS OVER 18
Radhika was the typical Indian housewife in the states. A great homemaker serving the needs of her doting husband and son, she had never felt the need to stray outside her marriage, nor had she ever had any unusual thoughts when it came to her situation of being the stay at home, dutiful, submissive wife.
But those times were long gone. Her boy was now 6, and with him growing up, he spent more and more time away from home, at school, extracurricular classes, and with his friends. She was reduced to doing nothing during the day, and waiting on him and her husband during the night. Her husband worked long nights too, and only got back late usually. All she had to do was serve them their food, take care of their laundry, and act as the doting wife.
She had taken to her responsibilities well initially, but over time, as expected, her life stagnated, and she wanted something to keep her busy, or at least a semblance of her life before her marriage.
Coming to her marriage, life in the bedroom had been surprisingly good, given that she had an arranged marriage. Her husband was reasonably well endowed, his 6 inches enough to satisfy her, and he knew his way around a woman. Unlike other traditional arranged marriages, he had made it clear to her during their courtship that sex was an important part of the relationship, and that was the first indication. However, after the birth of their son, they had been limited by the long hours they needed to devote to him, and his work schedule didn't help either. They had gone from having sex regularly to once a week, and while it was still good, she couldn't help but wonder that the initial spark of their marriage many years ago had been lost, and it didn't look like it was ever coming back.
She did have to give it to her husband though. He always paid attention to her body, and complimented her regularly, still having the ability to make her blush. Whether it was her getting ready in the morning, or just a casual comment, he always let her know that he valued her assets and appreciated them. Even after all this, she still felt her life was lacking. It had settled into a predictable routine for the past couple of years, and she wanted a change of scenery.
Coming to Radhika now though. She was a vision of beauty and grace. She had always been curvy, and while she had some problems embracing her curves, she knew that she drew eyes wherever she went, and grew to be comfortable with it. Quite literally, whether she was at the grocery store or at a party, she could always feel the leering eyes of many males, and indeed, their gaze was always drawn to her, whether it be her beautiful face, lined with minimal makeup and always glowing, or her jiggly boobs, a stunning 34DD and quite large on her frame, even with her curves, She had super perky nipples, and even though she was a mother and reasonably mature, they hadn't shown any signs of sagging, or at least not yet. Her areolae were a deep shade of brown, and were often the object of her husband's fascination for hours in the bedroom. They were also hyper sensitive, and she could have an orgasm just by their stimulation. While she wasn't fat, she wasn't thin either, and had a healthily toned stomach with a large navel. But it was the sets of flesh above and below her stomach that captured the imagination of her admirers however. Her ass was simply enchanting, In the form of a peach, they protruded well outside her figure, and bounced with every step she took. The recoil was indeed splendid, especially when she wore her gym fits, it truly left nothing to the imagination, the fabric hugging her supple flesh in a tantalizing way. And she was wearing these kinds of clothes more often now, wanting more attention and affirmation that she was still a catch. She had small dainty feet which were sucked often by her husband back in the day, and long silky black hair, coming down to her mid back. It was naturally wavy, and she styled it well, often pulling it up in a high ponytail, resembling the women of the west, and more so because it served as an excellent tool when her husband made use of it, using her lustrous locks to pull her head back when he was railing her in the doggy position, and when she was blowing him, using her hair as a handle to navigate her around his rod.
Over the past few years, to make up for her usually empty afternoons, she and her friends got together every few days and spent a couple of hours just gossiping over tea and passing the time. She felt better when she heard that her friends were in her same position too, purposeless housewives in America, and it alleviated her stress. She usually gathered with 2 of her friends, but one of them had just given birth to a lovely second boy, so she was frequently absent from their hangouts, understandably of course.
Radhika wasn't complaining though. The other friend who was left, was one who highly intrigued her. Priya was an interesting figure, to say the least. She was full of life, and always energetic. She was also the friend who had no shame, often telling Radhika about her bedroom life with her husband and her past sexual escapades in college. Radhika had never been like that, and her initial shock had given way to fascination when Priya told her stories, and she quickly grew enraptured. She also noticed that the stories became more frequent now that the other friend had left, and she was confiding more in Radhika.
It was during one such meeting that Priya revealed something that would change her life.
'So Radhika, remember the story of Advait being rough with me in the bed that I told you about?'
'Yes Priya. How could I forget, you had described it in great detail!' She exclaimed, laughing jovially.
'Well, he wasn't the only one.' Prioya continued, an octave lower and a mischievous grin on her face.
Priya was taken aback. Shocked. Was Priya cheating on her husband? Did they have a threesome? Did her husband know?
The questions started swarming in her mind, but she managed to collect herself and ask her, with bated breath.
'What does that mean Priya? What the hell? Are you sleeping with someone else?'
'Radhika, I know we have talked about feeling discontented for a long time now, so I know you feel it too, and will understand me. I finally decided to act on my urges 2 months ago, and ended up sleeping with someone else. And before you go off on me, yes, he is the best sex I ever had, and I haven't told you the wildest part yet. He's a black bull. I found him by chance on a dating app, and all he does is basically keep a couple of women on his list and fuck them. And that's exactly what he's done to me. I've become addicted to his cock, and want to introduce you to him as well.'
Priya noted the reaction of her friend with trepidation. Radhika was reeling from shock, an expression of disbelief writ large on her face. Forget about an Indian housewife cheating, it was even more taboo to do that with a black man, and even worse when he was the sort that Priya just described.
What Priya couldn't see however, was the silent excitement of Radhika. Her pussy lips were getting lubricated from her own juices, and she could feel it dripping on her underwear, staining the silky panty fabric.
