My wife Vidya was a smart educated woman. She was a loving wife and good in sex, but shy and traditional when it came to her clothing outside home. Despite being friendly with others, she never flirted or even came close to that with others. She never wore revealing clothes and never allowed anyone to talk anything inappropriate with her, not even mildly adult jokes. So despite being a friendly open person, she was also in way reserved and inhibited with others.
But she was quite free with me about sex. We could speak about anything without any reservations. After all we had been married for over 8 years. She was 30 and I was 35. We lived in Mumbai.I work in an IT company and Vidya works in a call center as a receptionist.
I did not know how and when it started, but slowly I started getting an urge to see her flirting with other men and slowly that transformed into an urge to see her having sex with another man. I had expressed that to her and she was initially shocked. That was years ago. But slowly she got used to it and I was able to get her to alteast roleplay about it during our sex sessions. This went on for 3-4 years. She had no qualms or uneasiness in playing along my fantasy and would invariably call me with a name of known person while having sex. I always found it too hot. This also seemed to trigger off her orgasm, each and every time. I realized she also does get turned on by it. After a point I wanted to take it to the next level – to see it happening in real. But Vidya was dead against it. She said its okay having it as a fantasy, but trying in real could be risky and she wasn’t prepared for it. I tried to convince her many times, but she just wouldn’t agree.
I used to chat a lot and made a lot of online friends with whom I shared this fantasy of mine, of course with a fictitious identity of mine. I used to enjoy chatting about it ,especially with one of my chat friends. He was quite a enthusiastic, yet a non-pushy kind of a person. He had nice, interesting erotic ideas and yet a decent trust-able person. His name was Akram Khan, at least that’s what he told me. Akram was a businessman from Mumbai. He had lot of construction business in and around Thane. He was quite rich and had lot of powerful political connections. He was 33 and divorced and stayed alone in a 3 BHK flat in Hiranandani estate.
He used to probe my mind and I used to find that quite arousing. He almost started to control me, which was a great, turn on. I could never refuse anything to him, almost became his puppet. Yet I never crossed a point regarding giving information. I didn’t want to give our telephone numbers or job details etc. He used to ask me many times, but these few information I never gave.
He asked me whether I was serious in seeing my wife sleeping with someone else in real ? I of course said yes with great enthusiasm. He told me to prove it. He told me to at least show her on webcam. I had a webcam, but my wife didn’t like it at all. Not only she herself didn’t like being in front of it, she didn’t want even me to expose myself or anything in our house either. But because of Akram’s persuasion, I eventually started showing her by hiding the cam. We had intensely erotic talk while he would watch my wife on cam, doing her daily routine work at home. And when she wouldn’t be at home, he would ask me to show her belongings, her clothes, her innerwear. But even more erotic than showing her innerwear was showing her things that revealed her identity. I even showed Akram her passport. But of course it carried our old address (we didn’t have any connection with that place anymore). I think I almost came when I was showing her passport. Now he knew my wife’s full name and he was also sure that we were real authentic people.
He also showed himself and his personal things. Slowly our trust for each other grew. Eventually I gave him my telephone number. He gave his.
One day he came with an idea. Why not he see my wife in real. I didn’t understand what he meant. He said that I should inform him of her daily routine, where all she goes at what time and he will go and see her in real. I said that would be risky. She wouldn’t like strangers talking to her. He said he wont talk .just see. I was wondering what will he get out of just watching my wife from far, but the idea was arousing me. Literally being a puppet in hands I agreed!
We were waiting for the right day. And one of the days as we were chatting, I got to know Vidya will be going to Big Bazaar in Phoenix mill to buy a few things after lunch. I informed this to Akram. He said he will go and see her there. He said he will leave now as he lives a bit far from Pheonix Mill. And rest we will chat through SMSes. Even though we had exchanged our numbers I didn’t get the courage to talk all this about my wife through voice conversation. We used to just SMS, as per my request to Akram. As my wife getting ready to leave, I informed Akram, what exactly she will be wearing and where exactly she will be going (first to Croma). And when she was about to leave home, I informed that to Akram. My heart beat was fast and loud. I was nervous as well as aroused. After all I didn’t know much about Akram – just had to believe what he told me about himself on the chat. He seemed trustworthy but I couldn’t be sure about it. I had even shown my wife to him on cam, even when she was changing clothes and now he was about to see her in real. I was absolutely nervous. I couldn’t believe what I was doing but I had no control over my action. My dick was controlling my mind. And so was Akram.
I kept SMSing Akram for the next two hours, but I got no reply and then finally I got a SMS from him saying that I should check my email. I immediately opened my mail to see a mail from him in my mailbox. I opened it to see a video. I downloaded it and started playing it. It was a scene in Big Bazaar. First I couldn’t make out anyone, but then a few seconds Vidya appeared in the video. She was looking at toaster. The video was shot by Akram that afternoon. My dick immediately stirred! It was arousing to see my wife being photographed by another man. She was not at all aware of the camera I could make out and went about looking at the wares. Akram moved closer and then the camera moved downwards towards my wife’s ass, and then up to her breasts. For the next few minutes Akram followed her, pointing towards her ass and breasts every now and then. By now, my dick was rock hard. The mail had a one line sentence “this is your wife, right?” . I replied back saying yes.
Apart from this being a hugely erotic experience for me, this also made me trust Akram a lot more. That night we chatted and he was describing my wife to me. He told me about her breasts, her ass, and the way he could see her cleavage every time she bent down to pick up any goods. It was such an erotic chat that I had precum leaking out of my dick all the time.
(To Be Continued)
But she was quite free with me about sex. We could speak about anything without any reservations. After all we had been married for over 8 years. She was 30 and I was 35. We lived in Mumbai.I work in an IT company and Vidya works in a call center as a receptionist.
I did not know how and when it started, but slowly I started getting an urge to see her flirting with other men and slowly that transformed into an urge to see her having sex with another man. I had expressed that to her and she was initially shocked. That was years ago. But slowly she got used to it and I was able to get her to alteast roleplay about it during our sex sessions. This went on for 3-4 years. She had no qualms or uneasiness in playing along my fantasy and would invariably call me with a name of known person while having sex. I always found it too hot. This also seemed to trigger off her orgasm, each and every time. I realized she also does get turned on by it. After a point I wanted to take it to the next level – to see it happening in real. But Vidya was dead against it. She said its okay having it as a fantasy, but trying in real could be risky and she wasn’t prepared for it. I tried to convince her many times, but she just wouldn’t agree.
I used to chat a lot and made a lot of online friends with whom I shared this fantasy of mine, of course with a fictitious identity of mine. I used to enjoy chatting about it ,especially with one of my chat friends. He was quite a enthusiastic, yet a non-pushy kind of a person. He had nice, interesting erotic ideas and yet a decent trust-able person. His name was Akram Khan, at least that’s what he told me. Akram was a businessman from Mumbai. He had lot of construction business in and around Thane. He was quite rich and had lot of powerful political connections. He was 33 and divorced and stayed alone in a 3 BHK flat in Hiranandani estate.
He used to probe my mind and I used to find that quite arousing. He almost started to control me, which was a great, turn on. I could never refuse anything to him, almost became his puppet. Yet I never crossed a point regarding giving information. I didn’t want to give our telephone numbers or job details etc. He used to ask me many times, but these few information I never gave.
He asked me whether I was serious in seeing my wife sleeping with someone else in real ? I of course said yes with great enthusiasm. He told me to prove it. He told me to at least show her on webcam. I had a webcam, but my wife didn’t like it at all. Not only she herself didn’t like being in front of it, she didn’t want even me to expose myself or anything in our house either. But because of Akram’s persuasion, I eventually started showing her by hiding the cam. We had intensely erotic talk while he would watch my wife on cam, doing her daily routine work at home. And when she wouldn’t be at home, he would ask me to show her belongings, her clothes, her innerwear. But even more erotic than showing her innerwear was showing her things that revealed her identity. I even showed Akram her passport. But of course it carried our old address (we didn’t have any connection with that place anymore). I think I almost came when I was showing her passport. Now he knew my wife’s full name and he was also sure that we were real authentic people.
He also showed himself and his personal things. Slowly our trust for each other grew. Eventually I gave him my telephone number. He gave his.
One day he came with an idea. Why not he see my wife in real. I didn’t understand what he meant. He said that I should inform him of her daily routine, where all she goes at what time and he will go and see her in real. I said that would be risky. She wouldn’t like strangers talking to her. He said he wont talk .just see. I was wondering what will he get out of just watching my wife from far, but the idea was arousing me. Literally being a puppet in hands I agreed!
We were waiting for the right day. And one of the days as we were chatting, I got to know Vidya will be going to Big Bazaar in Phoenix mill to buy a few things after lunch. I informed this to Akram. He said he will go and see her there. He said he will leave now as he lives a bit far from Pheonix Mill. And rest we will chat through SMSes. Even though we had exchanged our numbers I didn’t get the courage to talk all this about my wife through voice conversation. We used to just SMS, as per my request to Akram. As my wife getting ready to leave, I informed Akram, what exactly she will be wearing and where exactly she will be going (first to Croma). And when she was about to leave home, I informed that to Akram. My heart beat was fast and loud. I was nervous as well as aroused. After all I didn’t know much about Akram – just had to believe what he told me about himself on the chat. He seemed trustworthy but I couldn’t be sure about it. I had even shown my wife to him on cam, even when she was changing clothes and now he was about to see her in real. I was absolutely nervous. I couldn’t believe what I was doing but I had no control over my action. My dick was controlling my mind. And so was Akram.
I kept SMSing Akram for the next two hours, but I got no reply and then finally I got a SMS from him saying that I should check my email. I immediately opened my mail to see a mail from him in my mailbox. I opened it to see a video. I downloaded it and started playing it. It was a scene in Big Bazaar. First I couldn’t make out anyone, but then a few seconds Vidya appeared in the video. She was looking at toaster. The video was shot by Akram that afternoon. My dick immediately stirred! It was arousing to see my wife being photographed by another man. She was not at all aware of the camera I could make out and went about looking at the wares. Akram moved closer and then the camera moved downwards towards my wife’s ass, and then up to her breasts. For the next few minutes Akram followed her, pointing towards her ass and breasts every now and then. By now, my dick was rock hard. The mail had a one line sentence “this is your wife, right?” . I replied back saying yes.
Apart from this being a hugely erotic experience for me, this also made me trust Akram a lot more. That night we chatted and he was describing my wife to me. He told me about her breasts, her ass, and the way he could see her cleavage every time she bent down to pick up any goods. It was such an erotic chat that I had precum leaking out of my dick all the time.
(To Be Continued)