24-04-2019, 02:51 PM
"Well. keep us updated, me and the wife love knowing that needy Indian women are getting the extra inches they need from guys like us."
"I'll drink to that!" they both said happily.
*
Up next was what I was looking most forward to: the honeymoon. We decided to go an Indian beach resort, located in the town of Goa, a place where many of her countrymen and women could see my Indian wife flaunting her body, with me there, her white husband right next to her. We brought along Son with us too, I knew he would appreciate seeing his mother's fine form in a bikini. I figured he would find his mom to be hot, hell I would in his shoes, I let Priya know this, but, quite frankly, what her son thought of her was not going to stop her being sexy. As long as he behaved and showed proper respect to his father, that was all that mattered.
We got to the beach resort and saw all sorts of men and women look at my wife, her wearing just a cream bikini-top with bikini-bottoms that were riding into her ass. Her walking confidently, with me, wearing my nut-hugger shorts, by her side, proud of her body that was toned in part to repeated injections of white cock. Son was right behind us, red-faced yet happy.
A fully-covered one-piece and sarong wearing Indian woman whispered something to my wife in their language; my wife turned around and replied loudly. The women glared and walked off.
"What she say?"
"Well, she basically said 'so shameful, Indian mother showing off with a white man like that', I replied, 'don't be jealous, you should see his cock.'"
"That's my girl!" I grabbed her by the ass and kissed her on the cheek.
She smiled and then sat on one of the lounge chairs. I went up to her son to see how he was doing.
"Hey Son, you doing ok?"
"I'm doing great, Dad."
"Not ashamed at all or anything."
"No, Dad," he replied firmly, "I am in fact proud of you both, greatly. I know how great of a man you are, seeing you two together and hearing you be such a great man with her in the bedroom, all of that gives me much respect for you as my father. I agree with Mom, people who disapprove are jealous and I like it, I like that envy."
"Thank, Son...you gotta admit though, your mother looks good."
"Yes, I like that she shows off more, I like that she has more confidence... She tells me she's a wife first, a mother second, I really like that, her priorities are right. She should take care of your needs first, as you are the man."
"Yes that is right, Son. Good that you understand." I patted him on the shoulder, then sat next to my woman
"Man-to-man talk?" she asked.
"Yes, he understands fully, he is a great son."
"He is proud to have a strong white father like you to look up to. I think it's good he gets to see his Indian mother with her white husband, it lets him know who's in charge, he should know his mother is a woman too, he should have some distance from his mother, he should be closer to his father, which he is. You're teaching him to be a man by showing him how you treat his mother."
I rubbed her leg. "Yes, exactly, and it never hurts from him to see me in charge, reinforce that fact to him. Now turn over babe."
She turned around; I grabbed some lotion and lewdly began rubbing her back and legs with it, paying special attention to her ass. Some looked in shock, most looked in delight. Indian husbands made their wives move along quick, not wanting my western influence to entice them away.
This was not my first trip to Goa, I'd taken quite a few Indian women to my bedroom before, married and unmarried, it never mattered, there was no issue, when I saw them, I decided where I'd fuck them. But my bachelor days were over, I was older, more weary, had a job requiring me to work crazy hours, I needed a woman to fuck with ease in the bedroom each night, and I had gotten that. I was also so glad that I had a woman that shared my desire for Asian fem/white male sex, so much so she openly flaunted her acceptance of a white man making love to her each and every night.
We lay there in the sun, taking in the surroundings, me giving friendly solidarity nods to every interracial couple I saw. After relaxing for a bit, we all went to see the gym. I hit some weights while Priya stood around. Females stood and watched me, when they did, Priya went over to them and gloated about her strong white husband. As Priya was still in her bikini, men came trying to hit up conversations with her, but when she pointed out her husband, they quickly scurried off. Son was there too. After a quick hop in the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, and grabbed two more. I tossed them to my wife and son.
"Come, let's go to the steam room."
"I'll drink to that!" they both said happily.
*
Up next was what I was looking most forward to: the honeymoon. We decided to go an Indian beach resort, located in the town of Goa, a place where many of her countrymen and women could see my Indian wife flaunting her body, with me there, her white husband right next to her. We brought along Son with us too, I knew he would appreciate seeing his mother's fine form in a bikini. I figured he would find his mom to be hot, hell I would in his shoes, I let Priya know this, but, quite frankly, what her son thought of her was not going to stop her being sexy. As long as he behaved and showed proper respect to his father, that was all that mattered.
We got to the beach resort and saw all sorts of men and women look at my wife, her wearing just a cream bikini-top with bikini-bottoms that were riding into her ass. Her walking confidently, with me, wearing my nut-hugger shorts, by her side, proud of her body that was toned in part to repeated injections of white cock. Son was right behind us, red-faced yet happy.
A fully-covered one-piece and sarong wearing Indian woman whispered something to my wife in their language; my wife turned around and replied loudly. The women glared and walked off.
"What she say?"
"Well, she basically said 'so shameful, Indian mother showing off with a white man like that', I replied, 'don't be jealous, you should see his cock.'"
"That's my girl!" I grabbed her by the ass and kissed her on the cheek.
She smiled and then sat on one of the lounge chairs. I went up to her son to see how he was doing.
"Hey Son, you doing ok?"
"I'm doing great, Dad."
"Not ashamed at all or anything."
"No, Dad," he replied firmly, "I am in fact proud of you both, greatly. I know how great of a man you are, seeing you two together and hearing you be such a great man with her in the bedroom, all of that gives me much respect for you as my father. I agree with Mom, people who disapprove are jealous and I like it, I like that envy."
"Thank, Son...you gotta admit though, your mother looks good."
"Yes, I like that she shows off more, I like that she has more confidence... She tells me she's a wife first, a mother second, I really like that, her priorities are right. She should take care of your needs first, as you are the man."
"Yes that is right, Son. Good that you understand." I patted him on the shoulder, then sat next to my woman
"Man-to-man talk?" she asked.
"Yes, he understands fully, he is a great son."
"He is proud to have a strong white father like you to look up to. I think it's good he gets to see his Indian mother with her white husband, it lets him know who's in charge, he should know his mother is a woman too, he should have some distance from his mother, he should be closer to his father, which he is. You're teaching him to be a man by showing him how you treat his mother."
I rubbed her leg. "Yes, exactly, and it never hurts from him to see me in charge, reinforce that fact to him. Now turn over babe."
She turned around; I grabbed some lotion and lewdly began rubbing her back and legs with it, paying special attention to her ass. Some looked in shock, most looked in delight. Indian husbands made their wives move along quick, not wanting my western influence to entice them away.
This was not my first trip to Goa, I'd taken quite a few Indian women to my bedroom before, married and unmarried, it never mattered, there was no issue, when I saw them, I decided where I'd fuck them. But my bachelor days were over, I was older, more weary, had a job requiring me to work crazy hours, I needed a woman to fuck with ease in the bedroom each night, and I had gotten that. I was also so glad that I had a woman that shared my desire for Asian fem/white male sex, so much so she openly flaunted her acceptance of a white man making love to her each and every night.
We lay there in the sun, taking in the surroundings, me giving friendly solidarity nods to every interracial couple I saw. After relaxing for a bit, we all went to see the gym. I hit some weights while Priya stood around. Females stood and watched me, when they did, Priya went over to them and gloated about her strong white husband. As Priya was still in her bikini, men came trying to hit up conversations with her, but when she pointed out her husband, they quickly scurried off. Son was there too. After a quick hop in the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, and grabbed two more. I tossed them to my wife and son.
"Come, let's go to the steam room."
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