Im of U.K. Indian background, but my parents were born in India, hence traditional & old fashioned. My mum specially, from a young age would kinda urge that I marry an ‘Indian background’ wife, suggesting that white folk were overly promiscuous; that a white wife would inevitably ‘stray’!
Whether this type of talk indeed subconsciously encountered thoughts of cuckoldry Ill never know for sure, but I think they must have. This was reinforced once when I thought I ‘had’ an English gf (who wouldn’t even let me kiss her), but once, unexpectedly, I saw her with a white guy, deeply French kissing; jealous & hurt initially, a couple of days later, I had to masturbate reliving the scene in my minds eye!
Probably the best wank I’d had—-until then. So I knew I had cuckold tendencies.
Yes, despite my mum’s advise, I married a lovely white girl, Anne. Now I knew she had had a relationship with a blond guy called Martin, who had a 2 or 3 year work contract in Dubai. We were married a year, when Martin’s contract ended, & he returned to the U.K.
When we bought our home, checking through the stuff on the move, I noticed a folder kept by my new wife; curious, I looked at its contents without her there—-mainly old photographs, from her college days etc, but the two that caught my eye were 2 of Anne & Martin French kissing; obviously taken by a friend, one was from a little distance, showing both their full bodies; the other showing both heads, close up, their open mouths in ‘French kiss bliss’; what looked good here was the colour juxtaposition—-her lovely chestnut hair in wonderful contrast to his blond white hair.
I then had to have a wank, looking at this photo— this wank even better than any wank I’d had until then. I knew then that I was ripe for cuckoldry; I then began phoning a sex chat line, speaking to a girl called Helen.
I would tell her about my fantasy, about those 2 photos, & how I’d LOVE for that blond guy to service my new wife! She was wonderful, describing different scenarios for me to masturbate to.
Needless to say, she underlined the fact that Martin & I were so different to one another, me Indian, he blond n blue eyed; that she preferred white cock, as white cocks were bigger & better. ‘Twas beautiful!
But somehow I couldn’t get round to talking to my wife about my fantasy. But in any case Martin was abroad in Dubai. And then Martin returned from Dubai. There was a party organised by his U.K. mates, & as Anne was also a part of that gang, albeit on its fringes, we were invited along.
What happened at the party was a catalyst. The slow romantic number, ‘Lady in Red’ was playing, & Martin & Anne danced to it—-close at that, cheek to cheek. Dim lights, I was watching from a few feet away.
All kinds of emotions were felt—-jealous, upset, but despite this, I got a hard on; I was even hoping that they had a French kiss, nice & deep, just like in those 2 photos. After that dance, I had to go to the toilet to relieve myself.
I simply HAD to phone Helen on the chat line——this I did the next day.
To be continued. Thank you!
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