This is a true account of my wife's first union with my White English colleague (and at the same time of her first union with a male other than her husband). My colleague has visited our home for at least 100 times till now (and is the only male other than me to have union with my wife till now), and I choose to write about the first encounter since the first is always special. Anyway, given our background, we can not give specific details about ourselves.

My wife was raised in a "very" conservative household in India, and long story short, eventually we found out that both of us have fantasies that are considered taboo in our culture (cuckolding, having intimate unions with non-Indians, and many more), and when we got the opportunity to move to London due to job purposes back in 2022, we started exploring some of our fantasies, which we would not have even dreamt of back in India.

My wife specifically had a fetish for white males, and I had a fetish for seeing her with other males, and as luck would have it, the UK provided us with the perfect environment.

We currently live in an apartment, and it was around April 2022 in the same apartment that we restarted talking about our dreams, and now that we were finally here, it was time to fulfill them, but the problem was we did not know how to proceed with it, and also at that time we were afraid to use an app or website for that purpose (I must say now we have become much bolder).

I have a colleague, Richard, who is a White, blonde Englishman, 27 years of age (two months younger than my wife, though), 5'8" in height, very well built, wears spectacles (minus 3 in both eyes), and is "very" shy and is a very close (literally very close after all that has happened) friend, but back then in April 2022 he was not even in my mind as a potential mate for my wife. I liked working with him and one day invited him into our apartment (although not for the purpose of the union), and my wife prepared dinner for all of us, which we all enjoyed, and after that he returned home.

After he left, my wife was like, "I thought you would start the naughty conversation," and I told her that I did not bring him home to have union with her, and as a matter of fact, I did not even expect her to get attracted to him given his very unremarkable attributes (his height and thick glasses), but we both knew what was happening, i.e., the lust for breaking the taboo was so high that it outweighed the fact that my colleague is an unremarkable guy.

I thought about it for the entire night (the excitement kept me awake for very long), and I thought, "My colleague has not had much luck with girls, but he is such a good guy, and if anyone deserves to get a gift, it must be him." I told my wife about my thoughts, and she agreed, and thus we planned to invite him to our apartment on Saturday evening again.

When Friday came, I asked my colleague to come to our house for dinner, and he agreed, and we sat on the chair to eat. My wife was wearing a saree but no petticoat or panties under it and a blue blouse with no bra under it and was sitting on a chair beside him while I was sitting on his other side.

As the conversation went on, we found out that he was in a relationship, but the girl cheated on him and is now married to someone else, and he still misses her (I really could see it in his eyes).

Now this is where the real fun began:

I told him that we really liked him and would like to help him recover, and he was like, "Thanks for your kindness" (Lol, he had no idea what was coming). I told him to wash his hands and sit on the chair for a few more hours, and he went to wash his hands, and when he came back and sat on the chair, I took his hand and put it on my wife's stomach, and he was like, "What are you doing?" and I told him, "Helping you recover lol." I took the hand, and my wife widened her legs, and I slid it through her saree, and his hand was on her lower lips, touching it and feeling it, while my hand was over his hand, feeling the flood of blood flowing through his hand.

We then went to the bedroom, and then he stopped and told me that he could not be naked and could not open his tool in front of me, as he felt very shy, and so I agreed to be in the other room and went there after adjusting the bed close to the wall so that I could at least hear them. After just a few minutes, I started hearing soft moans from my wife (the moans seemed fake, but the excitement in my heart was real), and I was engulfed with excitement, shame, guilt, and lust all at the same time mentally. I felt enormous heat and excitement in my tool, and I started stroking it as hard as I could while hearing those soft moans and the soft female voice of my wife saying, "Richard, Richard, Rii.....". It lasted for maybe like 10 to 15 minutes, but it seemed to me a lifetime.

The room's door finally opened, and I saw a fully dressed Richard (I expected him to be naked, but this guy is really so shy), and he told me that my wife is on the bed. I opened the front, and he literally was about to hug me, but he stopped and thanked me, and I told him, "A friend in need is a friend indeed," and we both laughed.

After he left, I went back to my wife, and she was lying naked in bed with the love juice of Richard all over her pumpkins, and I could not hold the excitement and added mine over his.

Richard has been in our apartment at least 100 times since 2022, and now I can see them via a small gap in the door. He is a very close friend and is finally moving beyond his past and wants to have a proper relationship again, but now he wishes to be in a relationship with an Indian woman, and I think the credit for that goes to my wife, and on the other hand, my wife too wishes to have her fantasies fulfilled by other men after Richard (hopefully) finds his Indian queen and thus will not be available anymore.

Anyway, my mailbox is flooded by now, but I may not be able to reply to all of the messages, and I apologize for that. We are currently hosting an old friend of my father's in our apartment, and our problem is his overcuriosity, and thus it is difficult to always reply back or do acts that might make him suspect our activities.