21-01-2019, 04:14 PM
Once read somewhere that the voyeuristic tendencies tend to develop if you watch too much explicit and sexual content in your life.
Perhaps that would explain why I always fantasized about seeing my wife or girlfriend with another guy. Not be cuckolded, as my ego woudn’t have that, but give her the freedom to do as she pleases, while I take a backseat and watch her performance.
“Hotwifing dear, that’s what they call it.” My voice shaky, as I couldn’t think about how she would react as she comes to know of this weirdness.
“Hmm” she replied. Surely she is going to think I’m a weirdo. Let me introduce both of us first.
I’m Samarth, 27 and grinding myself through the corporate world. She is Parul, 25 and in the same industry as mine, just a different company.
We both were in the same batch in college, and although she didn’t even look twice at me initially, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her smile. Those flashy-pearl white perfect teeth. Enclosed by her sweet soft lips giving her such a lively smile. Those eyes and smile made many guys to become her special friend, as is the case even now. It also helped that she had a very jovial, fun and loving nature. You could just feel at ease whenever you’re around her. And I was the exact opposite. Moody, Silent and keeping to myself. Only few people on this good earth know what a hoot I can be once I get going. Lucky me, that Parul is one of them.
She has a dusky skin tone, but that accentuated her beauty even more. Over the past 4 years of our relationship, she has also gained appropriate weight in the right areas, making her a curvy Savita Bhabhi type, without being a Bhabhi.
“Sammy”, that’s what she fondly called me by. “Yaar, how will you be able to see me do it with another guy, will it not hurt you seeing your love getting touched by someone else.” This is a fine point, raised in countless sex stories all over the net. What makes this pain worthwhile?
“If I was that insecure, would you think I would have let you stay in touch with so many of your exes?”. I was not the type who would put boundaries on his better half. That didn’t mean I let her whore herself out to the world, but I had learnt from a very true fact of life is this. Our wives, girlfriends, mistresses etc. are all like sand-grains. The more you try to tighten your grip around them, the more they escape. And at last you would be left with an empty hand.
“But I can’t even imagine you with someone else. I’ve told you this from the start. Once I let you in my life, I’m all you’re ever gonna get. If you even think that by telling me this fantasy of yours, I’ll also give you permission to do hanky panky with others then you’re gravely mistaken.”
I never entertained the thought of other girls. Although I did ocassionally did get those friendly second, third looks from girls, I never acted on them. Not only was Parul my love, but also a very good friend. There was nothing I could have wanted more from my partner.
After giving her my assurance that no such duplicitous thought has come to my mind, I asked her, “To kya socha phir? “
“Let me think about it.”
It’s on now. I thought to myself.
Perhaps that would explain why I always fantasized about seeing my wife or girlfriend with another guy. Not be cuckolded, as my ego woudn’t have that, but give her the freedom to do as she pleases, while I take a backseat and watch her performance.
“Hotwifing dear, that’s what they call it.” My voice shaky, as I couldn’t think about how she would react as she comes to know of this weirdness.
“Hmm” she replied. Surely she is going to think I’m a weirdo. Let me introduce both of us first.
I’m Samarth, 27 and grinding myself through the corporate world. She is Parul, 25 and in the same industry as mine, just a different company.
We both were in the same batch in college, and although she didn’t even look twice at me initially, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her smile. Those flashy-pearl white perfect teeth. Enclosed by her sweet soft lips giving her such a lively smile. Those eyes and smile made many guys to become her special friend, as is the case even now. It also helped that she had a very jovial, fun and loving nature. You could just feel at ease whenever you’re around her. And I was the exact opposite. Moody, Silent and keeping to myself. Only few people on this good earth know what a hoot I can be once I get going. Lucky me, that Parul is one of them.
She has a dusky skin tone, but that accentuated her beauty even more. Over the past 4 years of our relationship, she has also gained appropriate weight in the right areas, making her a curvy Savita Bhabhi type, without being a Bhabhi.
“Sammy”, that’s what she fondly called me by. “Yaar, how will you be able to see me do it with another guy, will it not hurt you seeing your love getting touched by someone else.” This is a fine point, raised in countless sex stories all over the net. What makes this pain worthwhile?
“If I was that insecure, would you think I would have let you stay in touch with so many of your exes?”. I was not the type who would put boundaries on his better half. That didn’t mean I let her whore herself out to the world, but I had learnt from a very true fact of life is this. Our wives, girlfriends, mistresses etc. are all like sand-grains. The more you try to tighten your grip around them, the more they escape. And at last you would be left with an empty hand.
“But I can’t even imagine you with someone else. I’ve told you this from the start. Once I let you in my life, I’m all you’re ever gonna get. If you even think that by telling me this fantasy of yours, I’ll also give you permission to do hanky panky with others then you’re gravely mistaken.”
I never entertained the thought of other girls. Although I did ocassionally did get those friendly second, third looks from girls, I never acted on them. Not only was Parul my love, but also a very good friend. There was nothing I could have wanted more from my partner.
After giving her my assurance that no such duplicitous thought has come to my mind, I asked her, “To kya socha phir? “
“Let me think about it.”
It’s on now. I thought to myself.
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