White Dreams for Indian Wife

Disclaimer:

This work of fiction will most likely be long, so if that's not what you like and you want to get to the sex in the story quickly, find another story. This story will contain themes of interracial sex, voyeurism, infidelity, raceplay, cuckolding, and some romance, so if that's not what you want, please find something else. All individuals who participate in any sexual acts in this story are all over the age of 18.

* This chapter contains offensive religious statements that may rub many readers the wrong way, read it only if you are not going to get offended. Don't read it and then complain in the comment section. *

Ambika's POV:

The first two days of Zach living with me brought excitement, tension, and chaos. As expected my now estranged husband left the house obediently with a heavy heart. Gone were the days of Ambika the devoted wife and mother, now I have been reborn as Ambika the white cock whore. This new chapter in my life has rekindled a passion that was suppressed for a long time. Ravi however was not taking this new transition well. I knew he would stubbornly try to resist our union but his violent nature is a threat to the well-being of my lover. Eventually, his male ego will be broken and we can heal together as mother and son. The only question remains: how do I make Ravi accept Zach as my boyfriend and his future stepdad?

The thought of Zach being Ravi's stepdad was absurd, considering he's just a few years older than my son. It would look silly of Ravi to call Zach dad, but it would cement my happily ever after. As I was caught up in my thoughts, I didn't hear my co-worker calling me.

"Ambika,...........Ambika............Ambika!"

"Sorry Sarah I was caught up in my thoughts."

I had told my girls at work about Zach moving in with me, and my decision to divorce my husband. Most supported my decision, but a few criticized me for abandoning Paul. They thought that it was very cruel of me to send him packing like that. However, I knew he was a big boy and could handle it.

"Ambika, are you feeling sorry for Paul?"

"No Sarah, I'm thinking of my son right now."

"I know your son is not taking this well."

"That's an understatement, he knocked out my boyfriend."

"Oh shit it's that bad?!"

"Yeah it came to that, how can I convince him to accept my new relationship?"

"I'm not sure if there is a way Ambika, when I divorced my ex-husband, my son was just 7 at the time and he warmed up to my then-boyfriend."

"Your son is 19, so it's different."

"Yeah, a big difference."

"I don't know if you could make him like Zach, but I know how you could make him tolerate Zach."

"That's a step forward, tell me how."

"Since your son is 19, warn him that if he ever disrespects or hurts your new boyfriend you'll kick him out of the house."

"Yeah I figured that, but he's my baby boy, no matter how I feel about him I can't bring myself to do it."

"He's 19 Ambika, he should be out of the house and on his own, my son left the house when he was 18."

"I know he has to leave someday, but I want him with me as long as I can keep him."

"Well Ambika, I gave you the solution, it's up to you to implement it."

"I'll threaten him with it the next time he does something to Zach."

"Ambika, I wanted to talk to you about Paul."

"What is it Sarah, will you chide me for showing Paul the door?"

"No, I think it was brave of you to do what you did."

"It took a lot of courage for me to leave my ex-husband and explore what else is out there."

"Yeah, so did you find the "one"."

"No not yet, but that leads me to my question." She said sheepishly.

"Would you be okay if I shoot my shot with Paul?"

I was stunned, I didn't know what to say, here was my co-worker asking me if she could fuck my soon-to-be ex-husband. Sarah and I weren't close but still, the nerve of this woman. The thought of Paul with a white woman enraged me and Sarah could see the discomfort in my eyes.

"Sorry, I just thought you two were over."

"No, no it's alright." I lied.

"Really?"

"Yes, but why?"

"Did you always have eyes for him?"

"Meena I was never after your husband, It's just that I always found him attractive but never desired him."

"Now that we separated you want him."

"Look, I thought since you're with Zach it was over between you and Paul."

"We're still married but it's fine I'll give you his number."

If Paul and Sarah hook up, it would give me the fortitude to proceed with the divorce.

"Thanks, it's just that I never dated an Indian guy."

"You know there are other Indian guys out there besides my husband."

"Oh, please, Ambika."

"None of them measure up to Paul; besides, he treats you like a queen. I'm tired of men just using me for sex."

"He did treat me well during our time together, but I'll give you his number tomorrow."

"Why not now?"

"I need to talk to him, I haven't talked to him since we separated."

"Why didn't you call him?"

"I was expecting him to call me."

"Oh come on Ambika, give the guy a break."

"Alright, I'm gonna call him today."

"Are you going to give him a heads up?"

"Yeah, I will. " I said with some displeasure in my voice.

"Thanks, Ambika."

So much for the sisterhood, anyway, I need to talk to Paul to see where his head is. Hopefully, he doesn't give in to bitterness and resent me. Although I was with Zach now, I didn't want Paul to start seeing another woman. It's hypocritical but I wish Paul would remain chaste after the divorce. The thought of Paul pining for me after I moved on with Zach was so hot. I know it's selfish but I didn't care, my sweet Paul longing for me is something I couldn't let go of.

If Paul is going to move on to another woman, I'd want it to be an Indian woman. Sarah showed her true colors today as an opportunistic broad, no way is my estranged husband going to be with a white woman, not on my watch. I'll have to set him up with a desi woman before I give Sarah his number. The only question was who?

All the desi gals I know were married so that's an issue, shit I'll think of something. I focused on my work as the hours went by. Zach baby, I'm going to need a good railing today. That white boy's magic didn't wear off, it was like a super drug, from his face to his dick he was just perfect. I imagined our future together, from marriage to children. God, it would be a blessing if Zach were to knock me up in one of our sessions. I flirted with the idea of getting off birth control but quickly decided against it. Zach is still in college and I'd rather he make me his wife first.

The day went by faster than expected and I rushed to my car at 5. I arrived home to an empty house which gave me all the privacy I needed to make the phone call to Paul. I was nervous before calling him, why the fuck didn't he try to check up on me? Doesn't he want to know if I was safe and happy, or did he no longer care about me? Well, there was only one way to find out.

I called him and immediately he answered. Nice, he's still enamored with me.

"....Ambika..."

"Why the fuck did you not try to call me?"

There was an awkward silence for about 10 seconds, guess he was carefully choosing his words.

"I didn't want to pester you, Ambika."

"I figured you'd be annoyed with me calling you while you're getting fucked by your boy toy."

There it was, the bitterness was coming out now.

"Boyfriend." I corrected.

"Whatever, didn't want to intrude on your sexual activities Ambika."

"Really Paul?"

"You could have tried calling me while I was at work, and I might have picked up or I could have called you back later."

"Tell me the real reason you're not calling me Paul?"

"It's because it hurts to talk to you."

"Does it hurt you not knowing that I'm safe and happy?"

"Ambika it hurts to hear your voice after everything that's happened, I have Ravi updating me regarding your well-being."

"Oh, so you have our rambunctious son keeping an eye on me?"

"Alright, I'll just ask you instead Ambika."

"Paul it's too late for that, don't bother trying to contact me anymore after your little sneaky maneuver."

"Why can't you understand Ambika?"

"I do understand Paul, I understand that you're a bitter jealous soon-to-be ex-husband who wants to spy on me through our son."

"Please Ambika, I don't want to sour our relationship any further."

"Relationship?"

"Paul, our relationship is going to be over in 10 to 13 months depending on how I feel, so don't bother trying to win me back."

There was a deafening silence now.

"Ambika I Love you."

"I love you too Paul, but I'm not in love with you."

"Zach is the one I'm in love with, please be true to your words and find a way to make peace with it."

"I'll try but it's so hard."

"Find a way for me Paul."

"Also, since you have your violent son to keep an eye on me, tell him to keep his hands to himself."

"What did he do?!"

"Do you want the long version or the short version?"

"The long one with all the information Ambika, I need to know what exactly happened."

" Zach and I were having sex during Saturday night and I guess we were a little too loud."

"This made him wake up and head to the bedroom to see if I was in danger."

"Zach and I didn't know he was there as we were too caught up in the sex."

"He saw Zach slap me which caused him to knock him out."

"Hold on he slapped you!"

"Yes, but it was nothing malicious, just some bedroom fun."

"I got to thank Ravi when I call him the next time."

"What the fuck is wrong with you Paul he assaulted my boyfriend!"

"He put his hands on you Ambika you should be thanking Ravi!"

"It's bedroom fun Paul, Zach was not trying to harm me in any way, I wanted him to slap me."

"Why?"

"It turns me on."

"You never told me this when we were having sex."

"It's not something that applies to you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I find it hot that Zach slaps me while he's fucking me, I would find it disrespectful if you ever slapped me when we were intimate."

"I would never slap you."

"Yeah, that's exactly why I wouldn't like it if you did."

"Anyways Paul, where are you staying right now?"

"I'm staying at my dad's place."

"Oh, what excuse did you come up with to tell them why you needed to stay?"

Another awkward silence followed.

"Why do you take so long to answer a simple question?"

"I told them the truth."

"You what!!!"

"They are going to know one way or another, no excuse would hold out for more than a month."

"Paul you could have told them we were having issues, and we needed some time apart."

"They would have wanted to talk to you, and guess what it wouldn't be on the phone."

"Great, now your parents fucking hate me, I'm surprised your mother is not at my door screaming."

"They are understandably angry with you after what you've done, my mother told me to start dating white Christian women to get over you."

"Wow, looks like my mother-in-law is a vindictive woman, I always knew she never accepted me."

"You have given her the biggest reason to despise you, now all of her previous judgments about you are validated."

"Ahh the classic team of the Indian husband and mother-in-law, tell me mama's boy did you start dating again?"

"No Ambika I can't bring myself to do it, you're the only one I want."

"Awww, that's sweet of you."

"Paul, can I make a request?

"What is it, Ambika?'

"You see Paul, I told my co-workers about our situation, Sarah asked me if it's alright if she could shoot her shot with you and asked for your number."

"Do you mean that ginger woman you work with?"

"Yeah her, can you decline her when she hits you up, I'll give her your number in a couple of days."

"Alright."

Although Paul and I were no longer together his devotion towards me tugged at my heartstrings.

"Paul, can you do something else for me as well?"

"Yeah just tell me what it is."

"Can you remain single for me?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm doing in case we get back together."

My poor husband is still holding out for me, I know it's cruel but I want him as my cuck for the rest of my life as I start a new life with Zach.

"No, I meant staying single after I divorce you and marry Zach."

Another silence was observed between us before Paul responded.

"Yeah, I think I can do that, after all, it wouldn't be fair to the other woman if you're still in my heart."

Yep, I had him, he will always be my Paul.

"Thank you, I couldn't bear it if you were to move on from me." I started to quietly sob.

"You'll always be the one for me, Ambika."

God I couldn't take it anymore, I would be a mess if this conversation continued.

"Paul I gotta go now, love you."

"Love you."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and the tears just flowed, did I do the right thing? Paul may be bitter but he still loves me with all his heart, I guess the following months will decide everything. What the fuck am I doing, I made a decision and I should stand by it now. I need to keep minimal contact with Paul otherwise my resolve will weaken.

I heard the doorbell ring and I figured Zach was home, thank God Ravi is staying on campus longer. I quickly opened it to find my Nordic hunk standing before me shirtless and covered in sweat.

"Why the hell are you covered in sweat babe?"

"Sorry Ambika, I was playing some basketball with the boys after my classes were over."

"Oh, so do you play regularly after your classes are over?"

"No, it depends on if it's a good day or not."

"Well, I want you to get back to the house every day around this time."

"What's the matter Ambika, don't you want me to come early?"

"Look Zach, I get off work at any time from 12 to 5, until then the house is either empty or Ravi might be here early, usually his classes end before 2."

"Babe, don't worry about me everything will be fine."

"We don't need unnecessary conflict, the last thing I need is you aggravating him while I'm not here."

"I'm the one aggrevating him?"

"He's the one who's been insulting me nonstop!"

"When I was putting the plates down, he jerked it out of my hand to start something with me."

"Zach, it's going to take a while before he gets used to this, we need to be patient with him."

"I'll do it for you Ambika, but Jesus he's unpleasant to be around."

"Well, you can thank his loving father for not properly raising him."

"Was Paul too soft with him?"

"No, he just had an unusual way of disciplining him."

"My dad would give me the belt if I got out of line when I was a boy, how did Paul discipline him?"

"Well the first time Paul took the belt to him was for telling me to shut up, he stopped after the 2nd lash."

"Why did he stop, he should have made him not be able to sit for at least a few days."

"I don't know what it was but he threw the belt to the side and told Ravi to stand up and fight him."

"What the fuck, What kind of discipline is that?"

"That's why I said it's unusual, anyways he later explained to me that he wanted Ravi to stand up to anyone who was going to get physical with him, even if it was his father."

"So I guess Paul kicked his ass growing up?"

"Yeah, almost every year my two boys would go at it, with Paul just beating the shit out of Ravi until he turned 17."

"What happened then, did Ravi win that one?"

"Yeah, that was the first time I saw Paul getting knocked out, the second time was when Ravi turned 18."

"Is this some kind of Indian father-son tradition or something?"

"No, this was just between Ravi and Paul, Indian sons are completely submissive in front of their father."

"Strange, my dad would have killed me if I ever hit him back."

"When I asked Paul why he did what he did, he simply told me he loved his son."

"What an interesting family that I fucked myself into." Zach laughed.

"Whatever Zach, you fucking stink go take a shower."

"Will do Ambika, but not before."

Before I could say anything Zach pulled me into his arms and his lips instantly were on mine. I reciprocated his passion with equal intensity, and our tongues danced with delight. This was what I was searching for in my life, that spontaneous sexual passion. Even though he stank, it somehow added to my arousal. I pulled back as I realized my dress absorbed his sweat, great now I stink as well.

"Fuck, now your stench is on me."

"Care to join me then?" He said as he smiled with that boyish charm.

All the guilt from talking to Paul quickly evaporated, and I realized why I did what I did. I fluttered my eyelashes at him before replying.

"Besides the soap, can you clean me with your big white cock?" I purred.

Without responding Zach took off his shirt, which prompted me to undress as well. As I threw my panties off, Zach swiftly picked me up bridal style.

"Zach hold on, I got to take the clothes to the laundry basket."

"We can do that after our shower Ambika."

Fuck it, I just hope Ravi comes late like he said. Zach and I fooled around in the shower quickly before Ravi could come home. I gathered the old clothes and placed them in the laundry basket as Zach was checking his phone. I wonder what he's looking at, hopefully not other women. I decided to call Ravi and ask him what he wanted for dinner. I got to ease my way back into his heart as well as make him start to accept Zach.

I called Ravi, and he picked up the phone but there was no voice, strange. So I decided to speak first.

"Ravi, are you there?"

No response, now I was starting to worry, did someone else pick up his phone?

"Ravi's here Aunty, he's just refusing to talk."

Did that beautiful feminine voice belong to who I think it is? I immediately responded.

"Is this Meena?!?!"

"Yes Aunty, it looks like Ravi told you about me."

It is her! Thank Shakti my son is warming up to her.

"I had to pry it out of him, but it's good to hear from you, you have a beautiful voice dear!"

"Thank you, your son and I finished eating lunch, and now we're relaxing."

This is so great, my son and this beautiful Tamil girl are starting strong.

"What did you two have for lunch?"

"We had some pork chops aunty."

"Nice."

It would be nice if she were to drop by for dinner today, I still needed to vet her character to see if she's good for my son.

"Meena, are you interested in coming by for dinner today?"

"Yes Aunty, I would very much like that."

Great, I very well could be looking at my future daughter-in-law. Then I remembered my son was straight up just ignoring me through all of this, even if he's still upset with that doesn't mean he can blatantly ignore me like this.

"Ravi!"

"What?" He said with an annoyed tone.

There he was disrespecting me again, no matter what, I had to get through to him patiently.

"Why did you not respond when I was calling you?"

"I don't want to talk to you woman."

He wouldn't stop calling me a woman either, it's like I was some stranger to him that he's tolerating. I just wanted my baby boy back, beneath all that pride and pain I know he still loves me.

"Ravi please, how long are you going to be like this."

"Ravi apologize to your mother!"

"You stay out of this!"

Meena came to my defense without hesitation, what a wonderful girl.

"I won't, I'm not going to let you disrespect your mother in front of me like that."

Ravi then groaned for reasons unknown, it was strange he never made that sound.

"Now apologize!"

Looks like Meena subdued my son somehow.

"I'm sorry Mom!"

My Ravi finally called me mom again, god I feel so happy. This Meena may be the key to finally taming Ravi.

"Meena sweetie, you managed to make him call me mom again!"

"No problem Aunty, he's not going to call you woman when I'm around."

"Meena, I'll cook whatever you want tonight, just please come by today."