Im not a detailed story writer. I am trying to put some thoughts in a form of story. More from my own life experience.Please do not expect updates from me however if you like then feel free to continue the story in this thread.
This is more of humiliation story with little or no sex.
I am wife and a mother and I regret what happened, and I feel deeply ashamed of my actions. I know this was a betrayal, but I also know it came from a place of feeling neglected and unfulfilled in my marriage.
My husband is often drunk and completely incompetent in bed. He ignores my emotional and physical needs, and over time, I’ve grown frustrated and deeply dissatisfied in our relationship.
One evening, we hosted a party at home.
As the party kicked off, the atmosphere was electric, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being alone in my struggles. My husband had already consumed too much alcohol and retreated into his world, leaving me to navigate the evening with a sense of longing for connection.
My husband got drunk quickly, and some of his friends started flirting with me. In that moment, I felt lonely and vulnerable. They asked me to model for them, and slowly, I gave in. I was wearing a red saree and blouse, and their attention made me feel attractive. They pulled my pallu, exposing my blouse, and eventually, I stripped completely.
I stood there naked, doing all the poses they asked for, and to my surprise, I was getting aroused by the situation. In my mind, I was thinking, "Me kitni badi randi hu" — I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I still didn’t stop. I got swept up in the moment, ignoring all my boundaries.
Now in the heat of that moment, I shouted at them, "Look at what you all have done... Look, you dogs, how big my breasts and nipples have become... I always have to pleasure myself alone... Don't I look like a big whore? Marrying this friend of yours has brought me to this state."
1. Him:**"Look at her! She’s acting like she’s a model now!"**
**Me:** "Maybe I should take up modeling; at least I’d get attention!"
Him: "Oh, you’d definitely fit in at the sleazy end of the runway!"
"Look at you flaunting those curves! You’ve turned into quite the exhibitionist!"
Me:"Maybe I am! It feels exhilarating to be noticed like this!"
Him:"Exhilarating? More like you’re just desperate for validation, flaunting those sagging breasts like a washed-up performer!"
My Inner Reaction: Maybe they're right; there's something thrilling about being seen, even if it's for the wrong reasons...
"You’re not wrong; I guess I am desperate for validation! It feels good to be noticed, even if it’s for all the wrong reasons!"
Him: "Desperate is an understatement! Your husband must feel like a total loser watching you act like this!"
"And look at those sagging breasts—what a joke! How can he even look at you without feeling embarrassed?"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "Those sagging breasts just show how much you've let yourself go! I guess you know how to flaunt them, though!"
2. **"Who knew you were such a good little actress? Maybe you should consider a career in modeling!"**
**Me:** "I guess I’m just good at playing the part, right? Why not have some fun?"
Him: "Fun? More like you’re auditioning for a cheap adult film!"
"Wow, those breasts look ready for the spotlight! You should just own it!"
Me:"Maybe I should! I’ve never felt so alive being in the spotlight."
Him:"Alive? Please! You look more like a clown trying to hold onto her youth while your body screams ‘has-been!’"
My Inner Reaction: It’s embarrassing, but the attention feels electrifying; I can’t help but crave more of this...
Ouch! That hits hard, but I can’t deny there’s something thrilling about being a clown for you all to laugh at!"
Him: "A clown? More like a sad, desperate woman trying to relive her glory days! Your husband must be ashamed to be seen with you!"
"Seriously! Those flabby arms and that belly? He must be wishing he had married someone with a bit more class!"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "I mean, who wouldn’t be? But you’re out here owning it like it’s no big deal! What a bold move!"
3. **"Oh, come on! You’re loving this attention, admit it!"**
**Me:** "Honestly, it’s nice to feel noticed for a change!"
Him: "Well, if you’re desperate for attention, you’re getting it in the worst way!"
"With a body like that, is it any wonder you’re looking for attention?"
Me:"You might be right! I’ve never been one to shy away from a little attention."
Him:"Attention? All you’re getting is pity for being so desperate! Those stretch marks are practically a map of your failures!"
My Inner Reaction: They think they’re insulting me, but their words only heighten my awareness of my body...
"You’re right! It’s humiliating, but I can’t help feeling a rush when you point it out. Maybe I should embrace the attention!"
Him: "Embrace it? You’re practically begging for attention! Your poor husband must be cringing at this spectacle!"
"Embrace it? Please! With those love handles and stretch marks, you’re just proving how little you care about yourself!"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "Those love handles? You wear them like a badge of honor! It’s almost impressive how you embrace it all!"
4. **"Wow, you really know how to please the crowd, don’t you?"**
**Me:** "Well, someone has to keep things entertaining around here!"
Him: "Entertaining? More like you’re the village clown now!"
"I didn’t realize how much you liked being a tease! Those nipples are practically screaming for attention!"
Me:"What can I say? I guess I like the thrill of it all!"
Him:"Thrill? It’s just sad watching you prance around like a fool! Those flabby arms aren’t helping your cause!"
My Inner Reaction: I can feel the heat rising in me; their mockery is strangely intoxicating...
"I know, right? It’s ridiculous! But the way you all react only makes me want to show off even more!"
Him: "Show off? You're just embarrassing yourself further! Your husband should be the one showing off, not you!"
"Show off? You’re just exposing how much you’ve let yourself go! Your husband must be cringing at every jiggle!"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "Jiggling? You’re practically putting on a show! Your confidence is something else, even if it’s misguided!"
5. **"Is this what you signed up for when you married him? Looks like you’ve been waiting for a real man!"**
**Me:** "I mean, I can’t help but want a little excitement in my life!"
Him: "Excitement? Looks more like you’re just starved for validation!"
"You’re practically begging for it in that outfit! How can you not expect us to react?"
Me:"Honestly, I chose it to feel sexy! I guess it’s working."
Him:"Sexy? Honey, that outfit is more laughable than alluring! It’s like watching a bloated clown trying to be seductive!"
My Inner Reaction: Even if they’re laughing, I can’t deny the excitement coursing through me; maybe I like this...
"I can’t argue with that! I feel embarrassed, but there's something exhilarating about putting myself out there like this!"
Him: "Exhilarating? You mean degrading! Your husband must be wishing he could hide you away from the world!"
"Exhilarating? More like pathetic! Those muffin tops are making a mockery of you, and your husband must hate it!"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "Mockery? More like a celebration of your curves! Not many can pull off that level of confidence!"
6. **"You should just embrace it! You’re doing great!"**
**Me:** "If you think so, then maybe I should just go all in!"
Him: "Go all in? You’re already in over your head!"
"If you keep acting like this, you might as well get a ‘Free to Use’ sign on your forehead!"
Me:"Well, maybe I am open to some fun! What’s wrong with a little play?"
Him:"Fun? Sure, if you consider showing off those muffin tops and love handles ‘fun’! What a joke!"
My Inner Reaction: Their jabs are cutting, but there's a part of me that enjoys being the center of this twisted attention...
"It’s true! I must look like a joke, but it’s kind of exciting to be the butt of the joke, isn’t it?"
Him: "Exciting? More like tragic! You’ve turned into a joke, and your husband is probably just as much of a laughingstock for marrying you!"
"Exactly! And with those thunder thighs, he should be begging you to stay home instead of parading around like this!"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "Those thunder thighs are bold, and you know it! You’ve got the guts to strut your stuff, no matter what!"
7. **"Looks like someone’s finally breaking out of her shell!"**
**Me:** "Yeah, it’s about time I let loose, isn’t it?"
Him: "Let loose? More like you’re letting everyone see how desperate you really are!"
"Looks like you’ve finally embraced being the center of attention; those curves are hard to miss!"
Me:"I guess I’m enjoying this new role! It’s kind of thrilling, don’t you think?"
Him:"Thrilling? Only if we’re talking about how you’ve let yourself go! You’re a tragic circus act, and your body is the punchline!"
My Inner Reaction: I feel both ashamed and exhilarated; there’s something about this humiliation that turns me on...
"Absolutely! I’m a walking punchline, and while it’s humiliating, there’s an odd thrill in being on display like this!"
Him: "A walking punchline? Your husband should be embarrassed to show his face with you acting like this! What a sad life you’ve chosen!"
"A walking punchline? You’ve become a spectacle! Your husband must feel like a fool every time someone looks at you!"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "A spectacle? You’re practically a queen of the show! Who cares what he thinks when you own the room?"
****************
As the night continued, the laughter and mockery washed over me like a wave. Each comment, while derogatory, stirred something deep within—a mixture of shame and excitement that left me feeling more alive than ever. I may have felt vulnerable, but there was an undeniable power in embracing who I was, flaws and all.
This is more of humiliation story with little or no sex.
I am wife and a mother and I regret what happened, and I feel deeply ashamed of my actions. I know this was a betrayal, but I also know it came from a place of feeling neglected and unfulfilled in my marriage.
My husband is often drunk and completely incompetent in bed. He ignores my emotional and physical needs, and over time, I’ve grown frustrated and deeply dissatisfied in our relationship.
One evening, we hosted a party at home.
As the party kicked off, the atmosphere was electric, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being alone in my struggles. My husband had already consumed too much alcohol and retreated into his world, leaving me to navigate the evening with a sense of longing for connection.
My husband got drunk quickly, and some of his friends started flirting with me. In that moment, I felt lonely and vulnerable. They asked me to model for them, and slowly, I gave in. I was wearing a red saree and blouse, and their attention made me feel attractive. They pulled my pallu, exposing my blouse, and eventually, I stripped completely.
I stood there naked, doing all the poses they asked for, and to my surprise, I was getting aroused by the situation. In my mind, I was thinking, "Me kitni badi randi hu" — I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I still didn’t stop. I got swept up in the moment, ignoring all my boundaries.
Now in the heat of that moment, I shouted at them, "Look at what you all have done... Look, you dogs, how big my breasts and nipples have become... I always have to pleasure myself alone... Don't I look like a big whore? Marrying this friend of yours has brought me to this state."
1. Him:**"Look at her! She’s acting like she’s a model now!"**
**Me:** "Maybe I should take up modeling; at least I’d get attention!"
Him: "Oh, you’d definitely fit in at the sleazy end of the runway!"
"Look at you flaunting those curves! You’ve turned into quite the exhibitionist!"
Me:"Maybe I am! It feels exhilarating to be noticed like this!"
Him:"Exhilarating? More like you’re just desperate for validation, flaunting those sagging breasts like a washed-up performer!"
My Inner Reaction: Maybe they're right; there's something thrilling about being seen, even if it's for the wrong reasons...
"You’re not wrong; I guess I am desperate for validation! It feels good to be noticed, even if it’s for all the wrong reasons!"
Him: "Desperate is an understatement! Your husband must feel like a total loser watching you act like this!"
"And look at those sagging breasts—what a joke! How can he even look at you without feeling embarrassed?"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "Those sagging breasts just show how much you've let yourself go! I guess you know how to flaunt them, though!"
2. **"Who knew you were such a good little actress? Maybe you should consider a career in modeling!"**
**Me:** "I guess I’m just good at playing the part, right? Why not have some fun?"
Him: "Fun? More like you’re auditioning for a cheap adult film!"
"Wow, those breasts look ready for the spotlight! You should just own it!"
Me:"Maybe I should! I’ve never felt so alive being in the spotlight."
Him:"Alive? Please! You look more like a clown trying to hold onto her youth while your body screams ‘has-been!’"
My Inner Reaction: It’s embarrassing, but the attention feels electrifying; I can’t help but crave more of this...
Ouch! That hits hard, but I can’t deny there’s something thrilling about being a clown for you all to laugh at!"
Him: "A clown? More like a sad, desperate woman trying to relive her glory days! Your husband must be ashamed to be seen with you!"
"Seriously! Those flabby arms and that belly? He must be wishing he had married someone with a bit more class!"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "I mean, who wouldn’t be? But you’re out here owning it like it’s no big deal! What a bold move!"
3. **"Oh, come on! You’re loving this attention, admit it!"**
**Me:** "Honestly, it’s nice to feel noticed for a change!"
Him: "Well, if you’re desperate for attention, you’re getting it in the worst way!"
"With a body like that, is it any wonder you’re looking for attention?"
Me:"You might be right! I’ve never been one to shy away from a little attention."
Him:"Attention? All you’re getting is pity for being so desperate! Those stretch marks are practically a map of your failures!"
My Inner Reaction: They think they’re insulting me, but their words only heighten my awareness of my body...
"You’re right! It’s humiliating, but I can’t help feeling a rush when you point it out. Maybe I should embrace the attention!"
Him: "Embrace it? You’re practically begging for attention! Your poor husband must be cringing at this spectacle!"
"Embrace it? Please! With those love handles and stretch marks, you’re just proving how little you care about yourself!"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "Those love handles? You wear them like a badge of honor! It’s almost impressive how you embrace it all!"
4. **"Wow, you really know how to please the crowd, don’t you?"**
**Me:** "Well, someone has to keep things entertaining around here!"
Him: "Entertaining? More like you’re the village clown now!"
"I didn’t realize how much you liked being a tease! Those nipples are practically screaming for attention!"
Me:"What can I say? I guess I like the thrill of it all!"
Him:"Thrill? It’s just sad watching you prance around like a fool! Those flabby arms aren’t helping your cause!"
My Inner Reaction: I can feel the heat rising in me; their mockery is strangely intoxicating...
"I know, right? It’s ridiculous! But the way you all react only makes me want to show off even more!"
Him: "Show off? You're just embarrassing yourself further! Your husband should be the one showing off, not you!"
"Show off? You’re just exposing how much you’ve let yourself go! Your husband must be cringing at every jiggle!"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "Jiggling? You’re practically putting on a show! Your confidence is something else, even if it’s misguided!"
5. **"Is this what you signed up for when you married him? Looks like you’ve been waiting for a real man!"**
**Me:** "I mean, I can’t help but want a little excitement in my life!"
Him: "Excitement? Looks more like you’re just starved for validation!"
"You’re practically begging for it in that outfit! How can you not expect us to react?"
Me:"Honestly, I chose it to feel sexy! I guess it’s working."
Him:"Sexy? Honey, that outfit is more laughable than alluring! It’s like watching a bloated clown trying to be seductive!"
My Inner Reaction: Even if they’re laughing, I can’t deny the excitement coursing through me; maybe I like this...
"I can’t argue with that! I feel embarrassed, but there's something exhilarating about putting myself out there like this!"
Him: "Exhilarating? You mean degrading! Your husband must be wishing he could hide you away from the world!"
"Exhilarating? More like pathetic! Those muffin tops are making a mockery of you, and your husband must hate it!"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "Mockery? More like a celebration of your curves! Not many can pull off that level of confidence!"
6. **"You should just embrace it! You’re doing great!"**
**Me:** "If you think so, then maybe I should just go all in!"
Him: "Go all in? You’re already in over your head!"
"If you keep acting like this, you might as well get a ‘Free to Use’ sign on your forehead!"
Me:"Well, maybe I am open to some fun! What’s wrong with a little play?"
Him:"Fun? Sure, if you consider showing off those muffin tops and love handles ‘fun’! What a joke!"
My Inner Reaction: Their jabs are cutting, but there's a part of me that enjoys being the center of this twisted attention...
"It’s true! I must look like a joke, but it’s kind of exciting to be the butt of the joke, isn’t it?"
Him: "Exciting? More like tragic! You’ve turned into a joke, and your husband is probably just as much of a laughingstock for marrying you!"
"Exactly! And with those thunder thighs, he should be begging you to stay home instead of parading around like this!"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "Those thunder thighs are bold, and you know it! You’ve got the guts to strut your stuff, no matter what!"
7. **"Looks like someone’s finally breaking out of her shell!"**
**Me:** "Yeah, it’s about time I let loose, isn’t it?"
Him: "Let loose? More like you’re letting everyone see how desperate you really are!"
"Looks like you’ve finally embraced being the center of attention; those curves are hard to miss!"
Me:"I guess I’m enjoying this new role! It’s kind of thrilling, don’t you think?"
Him:"Thrilling? Only if we’re talking about how you’ve let yourself go! You’re a tragic circus act, and your body is the punchline!"
My Inner Reaction: I feel both ashamed and exhilarated; there’s something about this humiliation that turns me on...
"Absolutely! I’m a walking punchline, and while it’s humiliating, there’s an odd thrill in being on display like this!"
Him: "A walking punchline? Your husband should be embarrassed to show his face with you acting like this! What a sad life you’ve chosen!"
"A walking punchline? You’ve become a spectacle! Your husband must feel like a fool every time someone looks at you!"
What my delusional mind thought he replied: "A spectacle? You’re practically a queen of the show! Who cares what he thinks when you own the room?"
****************
As the night continued, the laughter and mockery washed over me like a wave. Each comment, while derogatory, stirred something deep within—a mixture of shame and excitement that left me feeling more alive than ever. I may have felt vulnerable, but there was an undeniable power in embracing who I was, flaws and all.
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