Globalization and access to Western media have introduced many Indians to alternative relationship dynamics, including cuckolding, sparking curiosity and exploration in urban areas. In metropolitan cities like Mumbai, Delhi, and Bengaluru, where people are more exposed to progressive ideas and lifestyles, there is a growing curiosity and subtle acceptance of alternative relationship dynamics, including cuckolding.
Social media platforms like Reddit and Telegram host communities where people share their experiences or curiosities about the lifestyle. Some Indian people shared their real-life experiences in my mailbox. We will read these real-life stories, which are as layered as the spices in a good biryani 🌶️🍚.
10 Indian Cuckold Stories With Photos & Videos
Anything considered “taboo” has a certain allure. In India, where discussions about sexuality are still hushed, cuckolding stories create curiosity simply because they venture into forbidden territory. Let’s read!
1. Gang Bang Adventure at Goa
We’re from Mumbai. It was one of those “let’s ditch everything and head to Goa” kinda moments. We had a week off and thought, why not? My wife—she’s a total fitness and sex freak. Seriously, she’s always on top of her game, staying fit like it’s her job (well, she’s actually a support analyst in an MNC, but that’s a different story). The thing is, she looks amazing in pretty much anything—or, let’s be honest, in nothing. She loves showing off her hard work, which, who could blame her?
By the third day of our trip, we’d already had our share of quality time indoors and decided to head out for a beach walk after our evening chai. So, there we were, around 5-6 PM, hitting the beach in Cavelossim. It was one of those perfect Goan sunsets, the sky starting to dim. My wife was rocking a bikini with a sheer, knee-length white cover-up, looking like a goddess out of a holiday magazine.
We walked for a while, enjoying the peaceful vibe, when she gave me this cheeky wink and—get this—swiftly unhooked her bikini top, tossing it right at me! I mean, what was I supposed to do? I knew exactly what she was up to. The beach was getting pretty quiet, the sun was setting, and she looked dazzling in the fading light, her body visible through that almost transparent top. The moment had its magic, you know?
We got a little carried away, lost in each other, when suddenly—whistles. Yeah, you guessed it. A few guys had spotted us from the shore. I mean, come on, it was a beach in Goa, but still, kinda awkward. There were four of them, and before we could really do much, they were right there in the water with us.
They weren’t exactly shy about it, either. They were from Mumbai, on vacation too, and they weren’t here for the sightseeing. They’d had a rough couple of days, apparently—no luck finding “decent girls” to hang out with (yeah, they’d run into some not-so-great experiences). So, here they were, full of testosterone and looking for fun.
My wife, bless her, was trying to stay low in the water, but they’d already seen enough. One of them even joked, “Hey, don’t worry, we’ve seen it all. We can get naked too if that helps!” Honestly, it was a bit surreal. And then, because we were on a beach where most of the topless crowd was foreign women, she started to relax. That little exhibitionist streak in her kicked in, and she stood up, nipples hard from the cool water.
Now, these guys weren’t exactly ignoring me, but their focus was elsewhere—mainly on her. They were all ripped, seriously, like they’d stepped off a fitness shoot or something. And they were packing too. No hiding that once their shirts came off. It didn’t take long before the conversation turned to sex—because why not? They started talking about body sizes, experiences, you name it.
I was kind of standing there, feeling invisible. Not that it was new to me—I know my wife’s adventurous past. Hell, some of the guys she’s been with even came to our wedding. I remember her bachelorette night too, where she’d sent me videos of her enjoying two guys. So, this wasn’t shocking. Still, when she got down on her knees in front of them, I had this moment of, “Wow, this is happening. My wife is actually giving head to four strangers right in front of me.”
I won’t lie—it was embarrassing. But there’s this part of me that was turned on too, watching her take control like that. The guys were into it, obviously, and pretty soon, they were taking turns with her. She was in her element, doing what she does best. One of them finished in her mouth, and she smirked at me after, like, “Alright, time to go.”
As we started to leave, the guys wanted to come along, but she had other plans. She whispered something to them and came back to me, looking pleased with herself, while they seemed a bit disappointed. Then she dropped the bomb, asking, “So, can I call them for tonight?”
I couldn’t say no. I was already turned on, so I nodded, and we headed back to the villa. That night was wild sex party. She had her way with all four of them, and I was watching their gang bang. It was intense, to say the least. The next morning, the guys wanted more, but she sent them packing.
Honestly, it was a crazy experience. We spent the next two days making love, and she kept teasing me about how big those guys were and how she felt them inside her. It wasn’t something she’s exactly proud of, but hey, I gave her the green light—on one condition: I have to be there.
And that’s how our little adventure went from a chill beach vacation to, well, something a bit more… unforgettable. What can I say? Life with her is never boring. 😏
2. My Online Cuckold Couple
Bachelor life! It’s got a certain flavor to it, doesn’t it? It’s like you’re balancing between the thrill of new experiences and the awkwardness of being out there, on your own, facing a world that can be equally exciting and strange. Well, my story began in 2012, during one of those long vacations. You know, when you’ve got too much time on your hands and the internet becomes your playground. Yeah, I was one of those guys hanging out in random chat rooms, seeing what’s out there.
One day, I stumbled upon this couple. At first, I wasn’t really sure about it—I mean, it’s the internet, right? But the husband, let’s call him Roy, was pretty chill. We started talking, and after a while, I got curious. I asked to talk to his wife. Straight-up told him, “Hey man, either I talk to her, or I’m out.” And to my surprise, he was cool with it. Like, really cool. That day, I got a call from a new number. It was her. Let’s call her Moumita. She was super shy at first, and honestly, I wasn’t some Casanova back then either. We talked—small stuff, nothing crazy. But soon enough, we were talking daily, like it was some kind of routine.
Eventually, she gave me her real WhatsApp number, and the vibe between us shifted. We started texting like we were a thing, you know? But even then, I was skeptical. She never sent any pics. Not a single one. Then, one day out of nowhere, she hit me up on Skype. And it was real! The couple was real. Though they didn’t show their faces, it was them—Roy and Moumita, both staring at me through the screen. I was shocked but also intrigued.
A few months of these video calls went by, and things got interesting. We were talking about everything under the sun. That’s when they dropped the bombshell: they invited me over to their place. I had never been there, and honestly, I had never even taken a train before, being a North Indian guy who’d mostly flown to far-off places. But there was something thrilling about this. I was nervous, but I packed my bags and decided to go for it.
The day I arrived at the station, I saw Roy waiting for me. The guy was as nervous as I was. We hopped into his car, and off we went to his place. When we got there, his kids were playing outside, totally unaware of what was about to unfold inside those walls. I met Moumita in person for the first time. She smiled, and I was so nervous that all I could muster was a shy “Hi.”
I took a shower, and we had some local snacks that they’d prepared—nothing fancy, just casual. We all talked for hours, about life, random stuff, but nothing sexual. I thought to myself, “Okay, maybe this isn’t what I expected.”
Later that night, after the kids had gone to bed, we sat down to dinner. Afterward, we were lounging in the living room. It was me and Roy, with Moumita cleaning up in the kitchen. Roy looked over at me and asked, “You ready?” I didn’t really know what to say, so I nodded. My heart was pounding. Moumita walked over and sat on the sofa next to me, giving me a little smile. Then, Roy leaned over and kissed her long and deep before turning off the lights, leaving only this dim 0-watt bulb to light the room. And then… he left the room.
Moumita came closer, and I could feel my whole body trembling. She took my hands, and that’s when I hugged her, kissing her neck. It was my first time, and honestly, I felt like I was a wild animal, completely out of control. We kissed passionately, and she was clearly into it, which only fueled the fire inside me. Things were heating up fast, and when it was getting really intense, she said she needed to go to the bathroom. I thought she was trying to escape, but no, she wanted me to join her. But right as things were about to get more heated, Roy knocked on the door, reminding us to keep the noise down.
He suggested we go upstairs, to the first floor. Moumita laughed, and so we went. We started making out again, and when things were reaching another level, I felt something weird. Something I didn’t expect at all. I looked down, and there was Roy. He was sucking me. I was caught off guard, totally not into it, and I told him to stop. He left, and I stared at Moumita, wondering what was going on.
She calmed me down, smiled, and said, “Relax. Just enjoy it. He’ll sleep soon.” And well, after a little coaxing, we got back to it. This time, when Roy came back, I went with it. He stayed on the sidelines, doing his thing while I focused on Moumita. It was wild. They both took turns, and by the end of it, I was drained, literally and figuratively. They finished me off together, swallowing everything. It was an experience unlike anything I’d ever imagined.
The next morning, I woke up around lunchtime. Moumita had already prepared food. We didn’t talk much about what happened the night before, but we fell into a routine. Every night was a new adventure, and after a while, Roy even suggested we take things to the rooftop. Yeah, you heard me right—the rooftop! Also Roy said: ”Isko khub chodna…gund mar lena mera sxy bibi ka”. Ufff… that’s made us hot and turn on! And that night, we did lot of sex. I fucked her like a whore! It was wild and exhilarating. Roy would watch, occasionally join in, but it was clear: this was about me and Moumita.
Those 15 days were unforgettable. We explored things I never thought I would. And even now, years later, we still keep in touch. They don’t invite me over as much since their kids are older now, but Moumita always says, “When the kids go to college, we’ll have you over again.” And honestly, part of me is looking forward to it.
With her permission, I recorded a clip: My Online Cuckold Couple
3. My First Cuckolding Experience
Where do I even start? This story still makes my heart race a little. You know when you’re about to try something totally new, something you’ve only heard about but never experienced? Yeah, that’s what this was like. Our first time cuckolding thing was with friends! Yeah, friends from Delhi. We all kind of ran in this circle where partner swapping was a regular thing for most of them. But for me and my girlfriend? This was going to be a whole new level. Our initiation, if you will.
So, it was one of those spontaneous weekend getaways we planned after a long work week. You know the deal—pack up, hit the road, and forget about responsibilities for a while. This time, we were headed to this secluded beach outside of Delhi, a real gem with hardly anyone around. It was December, the air crisp, and we booked a villa near the beach, ready for some serious relaxation.
We hit the beach as soon as we arrived. Man, it felt great. Just splashing around, getting soaked, enjoying the sun. After a couple of hours, we were starving, so we grabbed some snacks and headed back to the villa. Everyone got freshened up, and I swear, my girlfriend—Reka—looked incredible. She threw on this little shrug and her favorite lingerie underneath. The kind of outfit that left enough to the imagination.
We were all gathered in the living room, sipping drinks, when one of the guys, Rakesh, stood up and said, “Alright, since this is your first time, we’ll let you two choose.” He explained how it worked: Reka would pick a girl for me, and I’d pick the guy who’d get to have his way with her. It felt like a strange game, but hey, we’d talked about this. We were both curious, both sexually adventurous, even before we’d met each other.
The dice came out. The guys handed it to me, and I rolled. I’ll never forget that moment. It came up as 1. I was about to roll again, and then—bam—4. Everyone around us cheered like it was some big win, but I was somewhere between excitement and terror. My heart was racing, but I knew this was it. No backing out now. So I blurted out, “Yeah, let’s do this.”
Reka picked out a bra from a pile, indicating which girl I’d be with that night. And I had to choose the guys who’d be with her. It felt surreal, like we were orchestrating some wild sexual adventure right in front of everyone.
Once the choices were made, Reka and three other guys headed to the adjacent bedroom, while I stayed in the living room with the girl I’d been paired with—Anu. But even though Anu was right there next to me, my eyes were glued to the bedroom door. I couldn’t focus on anything else. Inside that room, Reka was about to be with them, and I… couldn’t stop imagining it.
Then it started. I could see them through the door. They were all over her—two guys on her breasts, one between her legs, eating her out. Reka was pinned down, her body moving in response to their touches, and for a moment, our eyes met. She looked at me, almost as if asking for permission, but before I could even nod, the first guy fucked her. Her body jolted with the impact, and I swear I could read it all in her eyes. He was big, really big.
They fell into a rhythm, and I was hypnotized, unable to look away. Reka, the woman who had been mine, was now being shared by my friends. She started moaning louder and louder and said- ”plzzz jara dhiree chodo…”, the pleasure building as she lost herself in the experience. And when the first guy was about to finish, he announced it, and she locked her legs around him. That was a move I knew all too well—it was her signal that she was about to cum, too. In that moment, I could feel myself pulsating, almost as if I was the one inside her.
One by one, they had their way with her. Each one bigger than the last, each one leaving their mark on her. They came in her, on her, until she was spent, her body glistening with sweat and their release. When they were done, they moved to the other rooms to join the other girls.
And there she was, lying on the bed, catching her breath. That’s when Anu, still completely naked, came over to me. She grinned and said, “You really enjoyed watching her, didn’t you?” It hit me like a flashback. Yeah, I had. I was hard as a rock again, and before I knew it, we were in the shower together, fucking like animals. I hadn’t been with anyone besides Reka in a long time, and the intensity of it all, the heat, the water—it was wild. I came hard, and Anu didn’t seem to mind at all.
We got dressed and headed back out to the hall, where everyone was chilling and talking about the night. That’s when Anu, with a cheeky grin, announced to everyone, “You know, I think Alen here enjoys watching his girl get fucked more than he likes fucking her himself.” The room erupted in laughter, and I couldn’t help but smile, even though I knew she wasn’t entirely wrong.
That weekend was one for the books. We broke boundaries, explored new desires, and discovered a side of ourselves we hadn’t known before. And to this day, I still think about that night, the rush of it all, and the way it changed everything.
4. My Daughter’s Class Teacher
Honestly, it’s still surreal when I think about how it all started. I mean, can you imagine? The first time my hubby even mentioned the idea, I laughed it off, thinking it was some kind of joke. Like, really? You want me to… what? But here’s the thing—it wasn’t a joke, and it took me a full two years to finally accept that he was serious. And once I did, things got real.
Now, here’s the funny part. After we got married, I had this automatic “nope” switch when it came to other men. Flirting? Nah, not happening. Any kind of attention from a guy was brushed off, like, “No, thank you, I’m happily married.” It was almost like I had this invisible wall around me, making sure no one could even think about getting too close. But after my husband and I had that conversation, everything changed. It was like, all of a sudden, my mind opened up. I started noticing things I hadn’t before—little signs, flirty smiles, lingering looks. It was like I was single again, feeling that freedom to explore. And let me tell you, it was a game-changer.
We didn’t go on the internet to find some random guy. Nope. We decided to let it happen naturally. I mean, there were plenty of guys in my day-to-day life showing interest: at work, in the neighborhood, even at my daughter’s school. It was kind of fun, actually. Like, who was going to be the one?
Then it happened—he caught my eye. My daughter’s class teacher. Who would’ve thought, right? He was always a bit too friendly, making small talk whenever I’d pick her up. It was cute, honestly. So, one day, I decided to test the waters. We went to McDonald’s—me, my daughter, and him—for what was supposed to be a casual chat about her school progress. But, you know how it is… one thing led to another, and we exchanged numbers. It started off innocent, a few texts here and there, but before long, those messages turned naughty. Like, seriously naughty.
I finally told my hubby, “I’ve made my choice. This is the guy.” And do you know what he said? He wanted to meet him. Yeah, he wanted to meet the guy. So, for the next parent-teacher meeting, my husband tagged along. The teacher had no idea what was really going on. He thought I was stepping out on my husband, but my hubby was right there in the background, fully in the know. After that meeting, we both knew there was no turning back. This was happening, and my husband was all for it.
The feeling of being desired by someone new—someone who wasn’t my husband—was intense. It’s hard to explain. There was no guilt, no shame. Just pure excitement. We went on a few more “dates”—coffee, a movie, holding hands, even sneaking in a kiss or two. Each time, the tension between us grew stronger. It was like I was back in my twenties, flirting and teasing. But this time, it felt even more exhilarating because I had my husband’s blessing.
And then came the day. The day it all went down. My husband took our daughter out to see a movie, giving me the perfect opportunity. I texted the teacher, “Come over. My husband and daughter are out.” He was nervous—worried about getting caught, of course. But once he walked through that door and realized we had the house to ourselves, he relaxed. The thrill of doing something so taboo, so forbidden, made the whole thing electric.
The sex was fantastic. There was this nervous energy at first, but once we got going, it was like the tension melted away. He was a good lover, no doubt about it. We went at it twice in about three hours, and afterward, we both lay there, catching our breath. No regrets. None. I felt empowered, in control, and totally free.
When my husband and daughter came back later that night, everything felt oddly… normal. But deep down, I knew something had shifted. That experience was like opening a door I never knew existed. And you know what? I didn’t regret a damn thing.
We recorded a short video: My Daughter’s Class Teacher
5. Now, I’m A Regular Bitch
Life has this funny way of throwing the unexpected at you, and sometimes you should go with it. So, I’m married now—been for about four years—and honestly, my husband is amazing. He’s got that perfect mix of naughty and kinky with a sense of openness that most people only dream of. Our marriage was arranged, typical Indian style, but we clicked. Funny thing is, I wasn’t a virgin when we tied the knot, but my husband was. And here we are, making it work like a damn dream.
Now, let’s get one thing clear—I’m no shrinking violet. I’ve got this dusky complexion, and yeah, let’s say nature was generous. I’ve always known how to turn heads, and my body? Well, it’s built to keep the men drooling. I know I’m the kind of woman who gets attention without even trying—eye candy, as they say. And let’s be real, I’ve used that to my advantage more than once.
Anyway, here’s where it gets interesting. About a year into our marriage, my husband and I decided to take this cute little weekend trip. Nothing fancy, just some time away from the usual routine. And then, out of nowhere, guess who I run into? Nikil. Now, Nikil was one of my old fuck buddies from back in the day—rich, cocky, and the kind of guy who knew how to make things… interesting.
I’ll admit it—back then, I was pretty wild. I wanted to get fucked, plain and simple, and it didn’t matter by who. I’ve done things—slept with a cousin, an uncle, even a girlfriend’s boyfriend. Yeah, you get the picture. I wasn’t shy about what I wanted, and I didn’t care how anyone felt about it. Slutty? Maybe. But I owned it.
So there I am, standing in front of Nikil after all this time, and what does the bastard do? He doesn’t hesitate for a second. He pulls me into this tight hug and blurts out, “Oh my God, look at you, randy! You’ve really filled out since the last time I saw you. It’s been too long since I’ve had you naked.”
And for a split second, I was speechless. Like, seriously? Right in front of my husband? But then again, that’s Nikil for you—no filter, no shame. And you know what? A part of me wasn’t even mad. There was something so bold, so raw about it.
Now, if this little story has got your attention, maybe I’ll continue. Because trust me, it only gets crazier from here.
6. Her Best Friend’s Husband
You know, sometimes life throws you curveballs that you’re not entirely sure how to handle, but you need to roll with it anyway. That’s kind of how it was for me and my wife when we decided to explore something that, most people wouldn’t even dare talk about. Yeah, we fantasized about threesomes—something that’s almost a sin in India. But, we were open about our desires, and the thing is, my wife… she has some deep fantasies. She’s always loved getting a bit adventurous in bed, especially when it comes to anal.
It all started one night after a pretty wild session. We’d finished, and she casually looks over at me, and says, “What would it feel like to have more dicks in my ass?” Now, that’s not exactly the kind of thing you forget. I was instantly turned on, and before I knew it, we were going at it again, harder than before. That night stayed in my head, though. The idea of sharing her, of making this fantasy a reality? It was intoxicating.
The next day, she ups the ante. She comes home with a dildo, and the next time we’re in bed, she’s using it while I’m fucking her. It was intense, hearing her moan, seeing how much she enjoyed it. But then, she says something that hits me like a ton of bricks: “I want the real thing. Just once.”
Now, you’d think something like that would be threatening, but honestly? It wasn’t. We trust each other completely. It wasn’t about love or any emotional connection with someone else—it was about fulfilling a fantasy, and we both wanted it. So, after some talking, we decided to make it happen. And here’s where it gets crazy: the guy we chose was the husband of my wife’s best friend. Yep, that guy. He was confident, down for it, and honestly, it made sense.
So, we set the scene. We turned the room into this erotic paradise—candles flickering, a bit of weed to get us relaxed, and I started massaging her ass with some astroglide lube. I’d gone out and secretly bought some anal beads, and when I brought them out, her eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. There were five beads, and I took my time, inserting them one by one into her, watching her squirm in pleasure. After I’d pounded her pussy for a while, I slowly pulled the beads out, and by then, she was practically begging for more.
That’s when I called him in. He’d been waiting in the next room, naked and ready. We told him to sit on the bed, lubed up and ready to go. My wife climbed on top of him, facing him, and took his dick in her ass like she’d been waiting her whole life for it. I could see her asshole was relaxed, open, and ready for me, so I slid in from behind. And there we were, both fucking her at the same time—me pounding her from behind, him from below. It was… surreal. She was lost in it, moaning like I’d never heard before.
After a while, I switched things up. I lifted her off, flipped her around so she was facing me, and we continued. I was fucking her from the front, squeezing her breasts, biting her nipples, while the other guy kept going in her ass. She was moaning, crying out, even begging me to stop at points because it was too much. But I couldn’t. I was too turned on to stop.
At some point, I tied her to a bench we’d set up, ass wide open, and we took turns fucking her, round after round. I don’t know how many times, maybe 300 each? It’s all a blur now. The other guy came first, but I kept going. My wife was exhausted, barely able to move, but I wasn’t done yet. After a few more thrusts, I came too, filling her ass up.
The next morning, I asked her how she felt. She was honest—she told me the beginning was incredible, but by the end, it had become too painful. She couldn’t walk for three days, and she made me promise we wouldn’t do it again.
It was intense, and unforgettable. We pushed boundaries, but in the end, it taught us a lot about what we can handle and what we can’t. Sometimes, you go further than you should, but those experiences stick with you, shaping your relationship in ways you never expected.
7. My Cuck Hubby Treats Me Like His Queen
I’m from Kolkata, 27 years old, and I’ve been married since 2017. I married my college sweetheart, a great guy who happens to be an engineer. He’s smart, hardworking, and honestly, everything you’d want in a partner. But, here’s the catch—his job takes him all over the place. He’s always traveling to different cities and even outside India for business trips. Meanwhile, I’m a college professor, keeping things steady back home.
In the beginning, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. That first year of marriage? We were like rabbits. It was sex every other day, no exaggeration. But then the work trips started getting more frequent, and suddenly, he’d be gone for weeks at a time. We tried to keep things spicy with sexting and video calls, but let’s be real—it’s not the same.
At some point, my husband brought up a pretty wild idea. He knew I had needs that weren’t being met while he was away, and I think it was driving him a bit crazy, too. So, he told me, “Why don’t you sleep with other men while I’m gone?” And not in a casual, joking way—he was serious. He knew I wasn’t satisfied, and he wanted me to be happy. In return, I gave him the same freedom. If he found someone while he was away, I was cool with it. We both agreed it was only about the physical, nothing more.
For a while, it worked perfectly. I’d occasionally hook up with a colleague, and he did his thing while traveling. It wasn’t weird or uncomfortable—it actually felt freeing. Until one day, things took a very unexpected turn.
One afternoon, I’m with a colleague of mine, Ajay, and things are getting steamy. We’re in the middle of it, I’m literally sucking his dick, when suddenly, the doorbell rings. I freeze. It’s my husband. He wasn’t supposed to be back until Saturday, but here he is, standing at the door, back from Delhi after his event got canceled. Apparently, he’d tried calling me, but my phone was on silent. So yeah, awkward doesn’t even begin to cover it.
He walks in, all casual, like it’s another day, and we have this exchange:
Husband: “Hey, how are you?”
Me: nervously “Uh, hi… You weren’t supposed to come home until Saturday?”
Husband: “The event got canceled. I tried calling, but you didn’t pick up.”
Me: Still trying to process “Oh, yeah, my phone was on silent…”
Then, in a split-second decision, I blurt out: “I want you to meet someone.”
Now, here comes Ajay, walking out of the bedroom, trying to figure out what the hell’s happening.
Me: “This is Ajay, my office friend. He was here to, uh… you know… do the thing with me.”
Husband: completely calm “Oh, nice to meet you, Ajay. Please, have a seat.”
Me: Thinking this cannot get weirder “Maybe another time… this is getting a bit awkward.”
Husband: laughs “No, no, baby, it’s fine. We talked about this. You weren’t cheating. It’s all good.”
At this point, I’m blushing like crazy, and Ajay is standing there, speechless.
Then my husband looks at him and asks, “So, you’re making my queen satisfied?”
Ajay: Completely stunned, no response…
Me: Laughing nervously “Honey, please stop! You’re making him uncomfortable.”
But my husband, he’s having none of it. He walks over to me, kisses me, and in one smooth move, starts removing my t-shirt. He looks over at Ajay and says, “I love this woman so much, but I understand her sexual needs. I know I have an average-sized dick, which is why I let her sleep with other men.” Then he undoes my bra, grabs my boobs, and casually tells Ajay, “Go ahead, fuck her.”
I can’t even explain the rush of emotions at that moment—embarrassment, excitement, everything at once. Ajay, to my surprise, doesn’t hesitate. He takes off his clothes and starts licking my legs, moving up toward my pussy while I’m standing there. All three of us end up in the bedroom. My husband grabs a glass of wine, sits on a side sofa, and watches while Ajay and I go at it. At one point, my husband even comes over to lick my pussy before stepping back again.
Ajay and I keep going, harder and harder, until he finally comes on my boobs and pussy. And like that, my husband, ever the gentleman, licks the semen off me before we all settle down. Ajay gets dressed, and my husband and I start kissing each other like nothing out of the ordinary happened.
That day was the first time I saw this side of my husband. Since then, it’s become a part of our life. Yeah, I know, it’s not something you hear about every day, especially in India. But for us, it works. My husband is my one and only love, despite the fact that I suck other cocks, mostly with him watching. He loves hearing me moan, and I love that he treats me like his queen.
So yeah, cheers to all the cuckolding husbands out there. They really are the best.
Here is a video of him cleaning my pussy: My Cuck Hubby Treats Me Like His Queen
8. Our Married Life Spark Again By Cuckolding
My wife and I, we’ve been married for a long time—over 22 years now. We tied the bond pretty early, so you can imagine, we had plenty of time to explore each other, enjoy the whole physical side of marriage. But like most couples, after so many years, we started to feel that spark fade a little. It wasn’t like we didn’t love each other or anything; it was that the intensity in the bedroom wasn’t the same anymore. You know what I mean?
That’s when we turned to something I never thought would have such an impact—porn. Yep, we started watching it together. At first, it was something to spice things up, you know? We’d laugh, get a little turned on, and it definitely reignited some fire between us. But then we stumbled onto some different kinds of videos—stuff like massages and cuckolding. And, well, it opened up a whole new world of ideas.
One night, while we were watching, I casually asked my wife, “So, what do you think? Would you be interested in something like this in real life?” She was completely caught off guard—didn’t say a word at first. I could tell she was thinking about it, though. The next day, we were watching something similar, and I brought it up again. This time, she smiled at me and said, “If you think it’ll make you happy, I have no problem.” And that’s when I knew she was open to the idea, even if she was a bit unsure herself.
We didn’t know much about how any of this worked—like, who do you even ask for something like this? So, I decided to take the lead. I planned a little trip to Goa-the perfect place to have some fun and loosen up a bit. While we were there, I checked out a few massage parlors, trying to find the right vibe. Eventually, I found one I thought would be perfect. My wife was super shy at first, understandably, but I encouraged her to give it a try. She went in for a full-body and yoni massage, and she came out glowing. It was an experience, sure, but it didn’t fully scratch that itch for me. I wanted more—specifically, the whole cuckold thing.
So, we decided to take it a step further. When we got back home, I found a local masseur who offered more, let’s say, customized services. This time, it wasn’t about a massage. My wife was curious, too—she wanted to do it again. I set up a session at our house. The guy came over and started with me first, giving me a nude massage while my wife waited in the other room. After he was done, I called her in, expecting her to be a little shy, maybe wrapped up in a towel or something.
But no—she walked in completely nude, and let me tell you, both the masseur and I were stunned. She had this confident smile on her face, and I could tell she was ready to take this to the next level. The guy started massaging her, slowly at first, but things quickly heated up. He kept touching her breasts, her yoni, again and again, and she wasn’t shy about showing how much she was enjoying it. Her moans filled the room, and damn, it was turning me on like nothing else.
While the massage was happening, I stayed close to her, and she reached over, grabbing my dick, jerking me off while the guy continued to work her body. And then, things really escalated—he started licking her, and she lost it. She was soaking wet, moaning louder than I’d ever heard before. That’s when I jumped in. I started fucking her while she moaned even louder, completely lost in the moment. After I finished, I handed the masseur a condom, and he didn’t waste any time. He fucked her in all kinds of positions, and she was loving every second of it.
It was our first real experience with a threesome, with cuckolding, and honestly, it was mind-blowing. It brought us closer in this weird, unexpected way. We’ve done it a few more times since then, and let me tell you, our sex life has never been better. That attraction we thought we lost? It’s stronger than ever. We keep things exciting, and we’re more connected than we’ve ever been.
So yeah, sometimes you have to step out of your comfort zone to find what really works for you, even after 20 years of marriage.
9. Watching Them Together Turned Me On
We’re an Indian couple, and I’ll be straight up—sex wasn’t always what my wife had hoped for. I mean, we’ve been married for a while, and at some point, I had to come to terms with the fact that I wasn’t satisfying her the way she needed. My dick’s a little over 4 inches, and as much as I tried, she wasn’t having those intense orgasms I wanted her to experience. It got to a point where I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Now, at first, I started thinking about cuckolding as a possibility. Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy, but I’d read about it and thought maybe it could be a way for her to get what she needed. But here’s the thing—my wife? She wasn’t convinced at all. I mean, she was a virgin when we got married, so she hadn’t been with anyone else before me. The idea of being with another guy? Completely out of her comfort zone. And I respected that. But I also knew we needed to try something different, because the way things were going… well, it wasn’t working.
I started bringing it up little by little. Not pushing too hard, but planting the seed. She talked to her friends about it, which, honestly, surprised me. I didn’t think she’d even consider it. But then, after some time, she started to see things differently. She realized that maybe it wasn’t all about her, and maybe there was something to what I was saying. It hit her when she said to me one day, “Yeah, maybe your dick is too small to really satisfy me.” Ouch, right? But it was the truth, and I had to accept that.
At first, she would joke that cuckolding wasn’t a real thing. She thought it was some fantasy stuff that didn’t happen in real life. But after doing some research—like really looking into it—she realized that a lot of couples in situations like ours had turned to cuckolding as a way to keep things hot. She found out that, yeah, when your dick isn’t hitting that G-spot, some people go this route. And slowly, she started opening up to the idea.
One night, things started getting a little spicy between us in bed. Out of nowhere, she whispered the name of one of our friends while we were having sex. I’ll tell you, that turned me on way more than I expected. My dick actually felt bigger, like hearing her say his name flipped a switch inside me. After that, it became a little game between us. She’d say the name of a common friend, and I’d get so worked up. It was like this unspoken agreement that something was changing.
Then came the day. One day, out of nowhere, she told me she was ready to try it for real. She agreed to have sex with one of our mutual friends—someone we both trusted. It was wild. I didn’t expect her to jump from talking about it to actually wanting to go through with it. But she did. That night, I sat back and watched as my wife had sex with him. Seven times! In one night. Seven different positions, too. I was honestly blown away. I had only ever been able to manage once every few days in the same ol’ missionary position. But that night? That was something else.
And you know what the craziest part was? Watching them together turned me on so much that I ended up jerking off five times. Five! I’d never done that before. It was like seeing her experience something real, something she’d never gotten from me, made me feel a whole new level of excitement.
Now, it’s become part of our relationship. She chooses who she wants to be with, and I’m totally okay with it. In fact, I want to be there when it happens. I love watching her get fucked, and afterward, I always make sure to be the one who gets to taste her, who gets to kiss her and suck on her after she’s had her fun. It’s this crazy, intimate thing we do, and our sex life has never been better.
So yeah, we might not be the most conventional couple, but we’ve found what works for us, and it’s brought us closer in ways I never imagined.
10. Her Dominant Bull
We’re a couple from Punjab, both 26, and after a few years of marriage, my wife and I figured it was time to try something new—something way out of the ordinary. We wanted to push boundaries. That’s when we found this guy on Tinder, someone who really caught our attention. He called himself a dominant bull, and his posts were… let’s just say, intriguing. He was into BDSM, candle play, public dares, you name it. This guy was the real deal.
We chatted with him for a few weeks, feeling him out, making sure he was legit and not some random catfish. And after getting to know him, we both agreed it was time to meet up. The plan? Spend a weekend at his place. He made it clear right from the start that he was an alpha, the kind of guy who expects total submission. For our first time, though, we wanted to keep things a bit lighter. No jumping in the deep end yet, you know?
When we arrived, it was like stepping into another world. He wasted no time taking control, telling my wife to undress while I sat on the couch, watching. It was surreal. There I was, sitting there as my wife stripped down, completely vulnerable, waiting for whatever came next. The bull, in full dominant mode, instructed her to kneel and crawl over to him. The sight of her crawling like that? Man, it sent chills through me.
Then he unzipped his pants, pulled out this thick, black cock, and told her to put it in her mouth. It was huge—like, I’ve never seen anything like it. My wife was as shocked. She took him in her mouth, trying her best, but there was no way she could deep throat something that big. He didn’t care. He grabbed her head and started thrusting into her mouth, gagging her as she struggled to keep up. And honestly? She was getting into it, licking every inch of him. It was intense.
After what felt like forever, he decided it was time to fuck her. They moved to the bed, and she laid on her back, legs spread wide, her pussy already soaked from the blowjob. That’s when he looked over at me and told me to eat her out. I was nervous, but I did it. I went down on her, licking her pussy and tasting her cum while she moaned like crazy. It was… something else.
Then came the moment I’d been hesitant about. The bull wanted to fuck her bareback, and while we knew he was safe, there’s always that little voice in the back of your head. But before I could say anything, he was teasing her pussy with the tip of his cock. And then, he slid in—no condom, nothing. It was my first time watching another man fuck my wife and it was way more intimate than I’d expected. She was moaning with every thrust, her body arching as he stretched her out.
Then, he pulled out and, in a move I didn’t see coming, told me to blow him. I hesitated for a second, but this was all part of the experience, right? So, I leaned in, kissed his cock, and started sucking it. It was still wet from her cum, and yeah, it felt different, but I was caught up in the moment. After a bit, he went back to fucking her, harder this time, her moans so loud I was sure the neighbors could hear.
The next position? Doggy style. He had her on all fours, at the edge of the bed, and told me to kneel behind her, lick her pussy, and spit on it to get it even wetter for him. As I did that, he spanked her hard, grabbing her hair, calling her his whore. And man, she loved it. He slammed into her, his balls slapping against her clit while I was down there, licking his balls and even his asshole. It was pure dominance.
Then, things escalated. The bull was getting close to cumming, and as I was still kneeling there, he grabbed me by the hair, pulled me up, and told me to open my mouth. He unloaded his cum all over my lips, face, and tongue. It was wild. After he was done, he slapped my face with his cock a few times, and my wife, without missing a beat, sucked the last drops of his cum right off him.
But it didn’t end there. My wife and I kissed each other, sharing his cum between our mouths, kissing intensely, like we were in some kind of trance. It was honestly one of the craziest, most intense experiences we’ve ever had. It was the rush of trying something new, of pushing boundaries together.
We’re still in touch with the bull, and who knows? There’s more to explore, and we’re both pretty excited about what’s next. This whole thing has brought us closer, made our sex life more intense, and yeah, it’s been an unforgettable ride.
Last Words
From the heartfelt emotions to the unexpected twists, these tales remind us how complex relationships can be—whether you’re facing cultural expectations or trying to figure out your heart.
So, what do you think? Did any story surprise you, make you think, or maybe even give you a little “aha” moment? I’d love to hear your thoughts (seriously, my inbox is always open 📬). And if you’ve got a story to share or a topic you want to explore next, don’t be shy—drop me a line!
Until next time, stay curious, keep exploring. Cheers to the journey! 🥂✨
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