We have been married for 6 years. I am a retired Englishman. After my divorce, I married a younger woman from Eastern Europe, 20 years younger than me.
My name is John, and my wife’s name is Natalia. Our first years were passionately spent. However, gradually, Natalia became more demanding. I did my best to solve the problem with Viagra, which helped. But I still sensed that Natalia was unhappy and unsatisfied.
This made me doubt and question myself, which led to me developing cuckold fantasies. However, they remained just thoughts. My wife also seemed satisfied to leave them as fantasies. At least we could buy some sex toys to play with.
Also, because we were both timid and not assertive, we continued our routine and were contented.
In September of last year, a chance arose to go on a tour of Rajasthan. I had always wanted to visit India. I had missed out in the 70s when my friends made the overland trip. They had raved about India and Indian life. This made me envious. So I thought I would like to visit and see the culture at first hand.
It was the normal Rajasthan tour going from Delhi to Pushkar, Jaipur, Jodhpur, Agra and back to Delhi. We arrived at Delhi and entered the bustle of India, which is amazing. Our guide, Arjun, took us under his wing. We spent the first day seeing the sites of Delhi.
Arjun was a commanding figure, a man in his early forties. A Kshatriya from the warrior caste, he had a presence and a dignity that evoked respect and admiration. With him, we felt safe and protected. In fact, we were very pleased to have such a noble person as our guide.
On our second night, we had an open-air meal where Arjun introduced himself to everyone on the tour. He spent time discussing with me all the details of my life, seemingly avoiding Natalia. I could see she wished to speak to him. But he merely said “Hello” and passed on to the next couple.
Afterwards, she asked me why he had ignored her. I said that it may be normal to converse with the male of the couple in India. She retorted that she saw him speaking with other women. I responded that she should not take it to heart.
The next day on the bus, Arjun asked Natalia out of the blue in an assertive way. “Please, Madame, do not dress provocatively. We have different values in India.” Personally, she had dolled herself up, possibly to gain his attention. However, I felt that there was nothing vulgar in her demeanour.
She responded a little shyly, “Sir, how would you like me to dress?” At the next village, he stopped the bus. Turning to her, he said, “You are delaying us. Come with me, and I will show you how to dress appropriately.” Humbled, she said, “I am sorry, Sir.”
He ordered me to give her money and sternly took her from the bus. They returned 15 minutes later with Natalia dressed in a Bandhej suit set with a shawl. The dress reached her ankles. Her make-up had changed, and someone had applied kajal eyeliner.
She looked strange with her blond hair and blue eyes in such an ethnic costume. It changed her appearance, but not in an unattractive way. As she entered the bus, she looked so humiliated. Everyone was staring at her.
Arjun picked up the microphone and said, “I have made an example of Natalia because women must be prudent and respectful of our traditions.” Red-faced, she sat down beside me. Then Arjun said, “You should sit in the front. So can you change with Arthur? John, you stay there.”
I felt embarrassed, but deep down, I accepted Arjun’s demands. Now Natalia is in the front alongside Karen, with Arjun in front of her. Arthur remarked how domineering Arjun was as he sat down. I mumbled. It was disconcerting not having Natalia beside me. But I knew that I would be with her in the evening.
We went on. Arjun, with a commanding knowledge of history, was able to explain each site masterfully. When we arrived at our hotel for the night, we were allocated our rooms. We ended up with a room almost at the end of the corridor.
When we arrived at our room, we found that Arjun had the room alongside. Natalia told me that Arjun had ordered her to undress. He had himself, with the shop owner, fitted the suit. She asked me not to be angry. Afterwards, an old lady had redone her make-up.
She continually touched her white skin, saying, “Lovely girl, lovely girl fit for a Maharaja.” Natalia said that for all the humiliation and shame, she found herself aroused in a strange way. She also remarked that being so near to Arjun, she observed physical and body odour.
This created an intimacy so precious to women. I sensed that this slowly worked its way into her mind, especially when he asserted his masculinity in his dictates to the driver, the tourists and others in general. She kissed me, thanked me for being so understanding and said that we had to sleep.
During the night, we were awakened by noises coming from Arjun’s room. It sounded as if he was making love to someone. His partner seemed to be orgasming again and again, although it was muffled. Natalia turned to me and said, “He must be a good lover?” and I answered, “Yes.”
“Oh, John, you are getting aroused.” She reached down and touched my semi-erect penis. I tried to move and begin making love with Natalia. She said, “Oh no! Dearest, we don’t wish to embarrass ourselves. But I will touch you, and we can think of our neighbours.”
“Do you have any secret desires, John?”
“Please tell.”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell me what you think of Arjun?”
“You seemed to accept him taking control. Control of me even?”
“Well, yes,” I said.
“You have always had fantasies about me?”
“Yes.”
“With other men?”
“Yes, sometimes, my Love.”
“What would you think if I was in the next room with Arjun? Oh, you ejaculated! Oh, so fast and so much. So, John, you would like Arjun to make love to me? Would it excite you? Tell the truth?”
I said, bewildered, “I don’t know?”
“Sleep now, my Love,” she responded, kissing me passionately.
The next morning, Arjun insisted on the same seating arrangements as the day before. Arthur, an overweight, sensual man, began talking about his wife Karen and their love life. She has been fascinated by Indian men ever since she had an affair with her Indian Boss.
He had controlled their relationship, making Karen deny Arthur any intimacy except hugs and light kisses. Arthur had raged over it but finally accepted it. After Sunjay challenged him to a competition of strength, Arthur lost. Thus was forced to accept Sunjay as the better man and indirectly give him the right to Karen. In fact, Karen had enjoyed the humiliation of Arthur, Natalia later told me. He also said that it was Karen, whom Arjun had been with last night.
I tried to hide my embarrassment and vulnerability, knowing that Natalia may be Arjun’s next lover. When we arrived at our next stop, Natalia came back and asked me if I had seen Arjun flirting with her. I said that I had not. She kissed me on the cheek and went back to Karen, Arjun and our driver.
While at the tourist shop stop, I saw a fortune-teller and thought I would consult him. To give a version of the truth, I was deeply upset with the way things were evolving. He spelt out my future, that I would be happy and contented because I would have discovered who I was and what I really desired.
I paid but found the reading disappointing. Given what Natalia had said, I watched what was happening in the front of the bus. I saw Arjun with his shirt open, exposing a muscular, strong, hairy chest. I could not help but admire this specimen of masculinity.
I could see what Karen and Natalia found so attractive. He saw me looking and shouted, “Mr Jones, why don’t you take off your shirt and get some healthy Indian sun.” I turned red as I demurely answered, “Another time, Sir.”
“Natalia, I may be embarrassing your husband. Could you please button up my shirt while I check the map?” Sheepishly, she moved out of her seat and gently and slowly buttoned up Arjun’s shirt for all to see. I could sense the older women around me staring jealously at my wife.
I was entering a game that, despite the humiliation, was becoming pleasurable.
Faced with a shortage of double rooms at our next hotel, I was given a single room. Natalia and Karen were given a room together. My anger had now faded, and I had submitted to this unexpected change.
My room was on a different floor to Natalia’s. I have been given a room alongside normal Indian guests and our driver. Making the most of it, I lay on my bed fantasizing when I heard someone knocking at my door. It is Yash, our driver, in shorts.
Showing off his well-proportioned body, he asks if he can enter. I say, “Yes.” He sat on my bed, not the chair and asked me to sit beside him. I hesitated, but to avoid any friction, I did as I was told. He then placed his spatular hand on my thigh and said.
“Please do not worry about your wife. She is in good hands. Most white men learn to enjoy the power and the beauty of India. Patting me again on the leg, he left.
At breakfast, Natalia related to me her night with Karen. They talked about all kinds of things, but especially about their sex lives and their husbands. Then she said that Arjun had told them to cuddle up together. She had found her first experience with a woman intoxicating.
Shocked, I did not know what to say and sensing my dismay, she kissed me on the cheek and said that she loved me. All day, I sat alongside Arthur, thinking of what had passed. Arthur, noticing my depression, remarked, “Aren’t we lucky to have such lovely wives.” After a pause, I replied, “Yes.”
On our second last day, we arrived at Agra. At the back of the large garden before the Taj Mahal, we were inundated by local tourists. Suddenly, I found men asking me if they could take a photo of themselves with Natalia. I turned and asked her, and she replied, “Why not?”
An assortment of Indian men of all ages began to flock around for the opportunity of a photo. Arjun, who has been preparing for the visit, approaches, shouting in Hindi at the men who disperse.
He turns in anger towards me and shouts, “How can you allow your lovely wife to be abused? Your wife needs a real man.” Aghast, I fell back into silence and shame. He takes Natalia’s hand and leads her along and into the Taj Mahal.
That night, I am allotted a room with Arthur alongside the room of Arjun.
I know what is going to happen. It will be Natalia, not Karen, tonight. I wonder how I will bear it? As I begin to hear Natalia moaning, I cannot stop myself from crying. Arthur tries to comfort me. I had never had a man’s arms around me, but I needed support.
But as it continued, my sadness turned to arousal. I excused myself and went to the toilet to masturbate. Arthur came to the door and asked if I needed any help. I answered, “No,” but the thought of human contact entered my head.
In the morning, Natalia seemed radiant. I had never seen her so beautiful and happy. I had to face the fact of my age and lack of masculinity. All day, I was in a morbid mood while Natalia was joking, showing herself off in a new dress. It was rather revealing that Arjun had bought.
The last night had arrived, and I was given a single room again. Slowly coming to terms with my inferiority and inadequacies, I threw myself on the bed. The reality that Natalia was happy and I felt she still loved me lightened my thoughts.
Then suddenly I realized that there was someone at the door. It was Yash, our driver, he had a bag with him. He entered without being invited, but I was happy to see him. He said that he was here to give me an ayurvedic massage. Surprised, I said, “Why not?”
He spread a plastic sheet on the bed and told me to strip naked. Seeing my consternation, Yash asserted that we were both men and alone, so what was there to worry about? I replied that I was ashamed of my body. Looking at his hairy masculine chest and thick thighs, I even felt more lacking.
He began to undress me, touching my white skin and remarking how lovely it was. Passively, I allowed him to undress me and ease me onto the plastic sheet face down. He rubbed his big, strong hands over my back, bottom and thighs. Slowly, he began pouring oil out and over my skin.
Gradually, I relaxed and began to enjoy being massaged. His words and caphor odour began to work its magic, as his presence did. I thought of Natalia and Arjun and imagined the sensuality and enchantment she must have felt. When he turned me over, he saw that my little penis was becoming stiff.
He lightly slapped it and said, “Naughty boy.” He worked on my front, speaking of Arjun and asking me if I would like to experience what Natalia had. I became stiffer. “You would, Dear, wouldn’t you?” I was thrilled in a strange way by his words.
He turned me over again and began forcefully handling my upper thighs and behind. Then he whispered in my ear, “Would you like India to enter you?” Coming around in front of my face, he showed me his thick erect dick, double the size of mine.
Brushing my lips, he said, “Are you ready, Natalia?” Without thinking and fully aroused, I said. “Yes, please, Sir.” This beautiful creature mounted me from behind after he had creamed me and made me a woman. It was the night of my life.
At breakfast, we were both happy. Natalia flushed with femininity, and I was quietly at peace. After a heartfelt goodbye, Arjun embarrassed me like a man would a woman. We took the plane intoxicated. We both chatted about our wonderful holidays.
Now, back in Europe, we have put ads on Locanto looking for Indian men. Natalia found a great site on Tumblr called “Indian Men.” We are both so happy and in love. Thank you, India.