Hi all, I thought as lockdown comes to a hopeful end, that I’d relay a true story about my British Indian wife. Apologies for the lengthy narrative, but I wanted to provide a proper background to how we’ve got to where we are. I’ll start by describing Priya - she’s 36 years old and now a mother of 3, so naturally, the hips are a tad wider than when we got together and she has a slight belly. But her thick thighs, firm breasts and bubble butt keep me a very happy man. At 5’ 1’ she’s always been the pocket rocket to my 6’2’ well built frame. She’s always been like a queen bee - faithful, territorial around me and always suspect of other women. We met in our late twenties, and both had several partners before we got together. We’d always enjoyed a healthy sex life, having sex most nights in the week, all through her pregnancies and to be fair, haven’t slowed down. All sounds great, but sex began to stagnate a few years ago - things weren’t as exciting as it was before. Naturally, I put this down to becoming parents. I’d tried spicing things up, whether it be trailing my tongue over her bum hole while giving oral, or trying to instigate anal, but Priya always hesitated. To keep my enthusiasm for fucking my wife, without being able to venture to new holes and any kink, I started fantasising about Priya with her ex boyfriends whenever we had sex. She only ever dated white men before she got with me, and it always turned me on. I don’t know why, I guess just the thought of a thick white cock inside my caramel wife drove me crazy. I’d always end up ravaging her like a whore whenever such fantasies crossed my mind, often to shy compliments from Priya - commenting on how I’d taken her like a beast. This only served to further my curiosity - how dirty had she been with her boyfriends before getting with me? Had she let them do things she wouldn’t with me? It culminated in me making what in hindsight, was opening a can of worms. One night, we were fucking - I’d been treated to one of Prius’s amazing blow jobs, where she gently tickles my balls and then proceeds to take my whole length (which is fair play to her, with me being a thick 8 inches). I had her bent over, and I was thrusting in, grabbing her ample bum cheeks while she groaned and gasped with ever push. I was mesmerised by her perfect, thick shape and couldn’t resist - I took a discreet picture with my phone before exploding deep inside her warm, ravenous pussy. It was harmless enough - I suppose I took it for the bank, but I don’t know, I just couldn’t resist looking the picture of my wife’s arse, bent over with a dick inside her and seeing a whore. I couldn’t resist - I uploaded it online. The comments I got about what men would do to my wife was electrifying- sure, there were some really crude messages, but I didn’t care. No one could see her face, just her backside and my cock inside her pussy. I loved knowing how much my wife was wanted. How men craved her and wanted to take her. It was all harmless fantasy play really. That is until late one evening when Priya woke and caught me wanking in bed furiously. I was reading the comments while nearing climax. She asked me what porn I was watching on my phone, and whether she could ‘help’. As I became sheepish and tried to move my phone, her amorous nature became more suspect and she demanded to see my phone- she thought I might be having an affair - sexting someone else. I had no option but to give her my phone to prove I wasn’t cheating on her. She saw everything. The comments. The picture. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t her taking my phone and then turning to fall asleep. She was distant for a few days, not confrontational, just a little cold. Whilst the kids were at their grandparents, she finally sat down with me and we talked about the picture. She was hurt, and understandably angry. I think more so at my replies to the comments - I egged a number of guys on, saying how I’d love to share Priya and some of the kinks went really far. I’d let slip that I’d swap wives with other men and let Priya watch me have my way with other women. The foundations of our marriage were on rocky ground. I expected her to tell me that we needed a separation or worse. Instead, she asked me to send the picture to her. When I asked her why, her response was swift ‘I’m going to send it to a couple of numbers.’ ‘Who?!’ ‘That’s none of your business. Like the picture online was meant to be none of my business was it?’ She leant in and groped my cock while responding, then walked off. Only an hour later she told me that the kids would be staying round her parents, as she was planning on meeting an old friend. I wasn’t in any position to argue, as technically I was still in the dog house. I tried asking who she was meeting, but again, got a ‘none of your business.’ While she went upstairs to get changed, I was angry, and worried, and horny. I wanted to take Priya there and then. Fuck her and own her. I hated not knowing who had seen the picture, and who she was going to meet. Seeing her come downstairs in leather pants, a vest top and loose cardigan on only confirmed fears that were starting to build. She looked fuckable - like sex on legs. The leather trousers only served to accentuate the hips and bum, while the vest top showed the ample curves of her tummy and breasts off shamelessly. As she walked past I didn’t see panty lines either. I couldn’t let her go, but off she did. Those were the longest 2 hours I’d spent waiting for her to come back. It killed me. As Priya walked in, she wasn’t dishevelled. Hair a little out of place, and I’m sure lipstick reapplied, but she didn’t look like she’d been fucked. She went straight upstairs and ignored my questions. All I got were 3 pictures on WhatsApp - one, her breasts out of her vest top, nipples erect and moist. The second, her leather trousers down to her knees as she gently and slight bent over, just enough to see a bit of her snatch. Those two pictures weren’t selfies - someone had taken them. The third picture was of an erect cock. Not bigger than mine, but not mine. Again, no selfie, Priya had clearly taken it. I went upstairs in a blind rage and demanded to know if Priya had been fucking one of her exes. Finally, I got a full response. She promised that she hadn’t fucked anyone. I hadn’t cheated on her, so she didn’t feel right cheating with someone else. She did meet one of her exes, but she didn’t do anything with him, she led my hand to her pussy while she said so - it was moist, but not used. She was gagging for it. We had the wildest and most passionate sex we had had in years. I fucked her like there was no tomorrow, biting, scratching and slapping her fat arse. I let her know that she belonged to me. When we were lying in bed she told me her ex had taken the pictures she sent me, and that she had taken the picture of his cock. She promised, and I firmly believe, that she didn’t have sex with him. The hair and re applying of lipstick tells me there must have been heavy petting and the like. She told me that was a warning - if I saw her as a whore again, she’d make sure I get it. We fucked again. I took her like a whore.. If you’d like to know how we’re getting on at the moment, I’d happily share. Needless to say, I’d love to find anyone who’d be happy to swap wives 😉