True Confessions of an Indian Cuckold Husband. (Open to all)

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

I am a cuckold from India.
I love seeing my wife dressed like a slut in front of guys...
AND MORE!!
The following is based on true incidents that happened in the lives of my wife and me.

Here is a pix of my wife...

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

I met my wife 10 years ago, in a firm, where we both used to work. We started off as office colleagues and then became friends. Just friends, no more.

Since over a decade now, my wife and I have both been working for BPOs (Call Centers in Mumbai, India.) We work in different firms and we work at odd hours, the worst of night shifts. At times, one of us is getting home and the other is going to work. At times, we do not even meet as our shifts are totally opposite.

Well, working in the same company led us to interacting with each other in the office or in the cafeteria or in the lounge or in the premises where we both worked. My wife looked like a typical sexy Indian girl, wearing ‘Bindi’ (Small round sticker on her forehead.), bangles, ear rings, etc.

There were many guys in our office who were totally GA GA over her and used to talk of how hot she was and what a horny bitch she must be in bed. I used to hear all their talk, not commenting, as I used to think of her as a buddy. But, I was shocked at the number of guys wanting to fuck her and the lewd things they said about her.

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

One night after her shift, this is before we got married, when we were working in the same firm, my wife and another girl, a friend of hers, went off with two small hand bags. They had told people who were close to them, that they were going off with their boy friends to a place in India called Pune. They had boy friends who were in the armed forces in Pune and they were going to meet them for the weekend. I watched her and her friend get into a vehicle and the vehicle speed off into the dark and warm Mumbai night.

I went home and after the weekend, she and her friend were back at work. Let us call my wife Nisha. The name Nisha, has its origins in Sanskrit and it means – Night.

Of course, I never asked her what she did! Not at that time!

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

A few months went by, Nisha and I started sitting with each other more frequently in the office cafeteria, at the office lounge, having snacks and coffee together late nights in the office and slowly, she started telling me things about herself.

So, once at around 1 in the night when Nisha and I were having hot coffees in the company cafeteria, a young bespectacled guy came up and said “Hi” to her and she responded with the same. He asked how she was and she did the same of him and he said “Cya” and went off.

I smiled at her, she smiled back at me, sipping on her coffee.

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

As he went away, Nisha giggled. I couldn’t help but ask,
“What’s the matter?”

She replied,
“I dated him a couple of times.”

I was quite shocked that she was telling me this.

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

She sipped on her hot coffee and continued,
“I live near to the beach. He came over a couple of times.”
I was shocked that Nisha was telling me about a guy she had dated twice. I mean, why was she telling me? Made no sense to me!

I said, “And?”
She replied,
“Nothing, just went to the beach, held hands, smooched. That’s all.”

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

Why was Nisha telling me that she had gone out on a date with the guy a couple of times, held hands, kissed? Sounded weird to me! This was India, Indian girls did not tell this kind of stuff to another guy.

I asked her where she met him.
“Oh in my cab while travelling home.” She said.

She was referring to one of the company cars that left the employees home after the late night shift.

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

I was now even more shocked.
Nisha was dating random guys she was meeting in the company cab??
I mean, who does that?

But, I tossed the thought aside, Nisha was not my girlfriend or anything, so, I had no care about what she did… and with who!

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

A few weeks later, Nisha and I were at the company cafeteria again, having sandwiches and hot coffee. It was around 2 in the night. We had gotten friendlier, but still only just friends. Nisha always dressed up classily. This time she was in a short black skirt and a sexy black top.

Nisha and I just used to chat about common things, work stuff and the like, no sex, no flirting between us, nothing. Just two buddies chatting and relaxing together.

In the midst of our chat, a tall well built guy came up and said,
“Hi Nisha.”
She immediately blushed and said, “Hi.”

He said,
“Good to see you again.”
Nisha replied,
“Back from vacation?”

He replied, “Yes, got back today. How are things with you?”
Nisha, “Good.”
He, “Ok, I’ll catch you later, bye.”
Nisha, “Bye.”

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

Nisha bit on her sandwich and said to me softly,
“He travels with me in my cab sometimes.”

I sipped my coffee and said,
“Sometimes?”

“Yea sometimes, when he goes to visit his aunt. Else, he does not stay on my cab route.” Nisha replied.

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

After awhile she whispered,
“He is desperate for me to be his GF.”
I was again shocked at the way Nisha was telling me things.

I said softly,
“How can you be so sure?”

She giggled softly and said,
“Well, he’s been gifting me a lot of stuff.”

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

“What did he give you?” I asked.
“Well just before he left for his vacation, he gifted me a gold chain with a pretty flower gold pendant.” Nisha said.

“Real gold?” I asked.
“Yea, real gold.” She whispered.
“How do you know it’s real gold?” I asked.
“I went to the goldsmith and found out. It costs over a 1000 dollars, US!” She whispered.
“WOW!” I said, shocked at what I was hearing.

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

“Yea, I was shocked too when I found out.” She sipped her coffee and whispered to me. “I have it on right now!”
“You wear such expensive stuff to work?”
“No, not normally, today I did.”
I wondered why!
Was it because she knew he was coming back?
I wondered, as I sipped my coffee.

She sipped her coffee and looked me in the eye and whispered,
“Do you want to see?”

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

I wondered what was such a big issue with showing what she had on. Then I figured, perhaps it was expensive and she did not want others to see her wearing such expensive stuff.
But then why wear it, if you don’t want anyone to see?
After all girls and women wore jewelry to flaunt it did they not?
I said,
“Sure, show me.”

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

It was normal for people to wear jackets over their clothes, as the air-conditioners were always on full blast in call centers, because of the many computers there. So, Nisha at that moment, had on a black full sleeved leather jacket, over her black skirt and blouse.

She was about to open her jacket and show me, when her cell phone alarm went off. She immediately jumped up and said,
“Show you next time.” And she picked up her plate and coffee cup and rushed off.
The cell phone alarm was to warn her that she had 5 minutes to get on the ‘floor’ and log in at her desk. International call centers in Mumbai, India, were very strict about shift adherence.

I finished my sandwich and coffee and headed off to my ‘floor’, which was different from the one she worked in.

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

A few weeks rolled by, Nisha and I were by now getting very friendly with each other, but still, ‘just friends’, the ‘buddy’ kind of thing.
We were again in the company cafeteria at around 2 in the night, having hot ‘chai’ and chicken sandwiches.

Suddenly, Nisha looked furtively around. I wondered what or who she was looking for. I looked around and saw that a few tables ahead of us, there were 2 guys sitting. The cafeteria counter was behind them and behind it were two cafeteria guys. Other than that, there was no one else in the cafeteria.

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

Then she said softly,
“Remember that gold necklace with the gold flower pendant I said I’d show you?”
“Yes.” I said softly, wondering what all the secrecy was about.

 

[HornyCuckoldHubby]

“Let me show you.” She whispered.
That night, Nisha had worn tight fitting black leather pants that accentuated her perfect round ass and a long sleeved bright red leather jacket. I had no idea what she had on under the jacket, as she had not removed it once and neither had she unzipped it, during the entire shift.

Looking me straight in the eye, she pulled down the zip of her jacket and this is what I saw…

 

[mysteriousroy]

“Let me show you.” She whispered.
That night, Nisha had worn tight fitting black leather pants that accentuated her perfect round ass and a long sleeved bright red leather jacket. I had no idea what she had on under the jacket, as she had not removed it once and neither had she unzipped it, during the entire shift.

Looking me straight in the eye, she pulled down the zip of her jacket and this is what I saw…

she wanted to get fuck , i am sure she had fucked once or twice with those guys too