An Indian Wife's Confession

As a girl in India, I never thought I'd be such a slut...

I'm a married woman and this is my confession. My name is Priya and my husband's name is Arjun, we're both Indians but are living in America for my husband's work. He spends so many hours at work that I'm alone most of the day. When he's with me, he's usually rude and disrespectful, but I can't speak out otherwise our parents, his and mine, will punish me. He demands sex multiple times a week, but it isn't satisfying for either of us, truth be told his penis is to small to really do anything with. On top of that, his endurance is non-existent so I get maybe 30 seconds to a minute of pumping in missionary before a puddle of cum runs out of my pussy, he can't get deep enough to get me pregnant. That's why I'm 34 and childless. We were put together in a traditional arranged marriage which knowing what I know now, I'd refuse if we met the "American" way of dating. Worse still, he's 56, a full 22 years older than me. I'm not happy here and he has to realize it, or maybe he doesn't care, but as bad as it gets I just remember my mother's saying, "Marriages aren't meant for love, only for children. For love you go elsewhere." I can't imagine any woman would be impressed by my husband if he tried to cheat, but I took that advice and the ample free time apart and used it to my advantage.

Every morning at 10am I go to a yoga class. I go to this very specific class because the instructor is a man named Connor. He's a white man, typical features with brown hair and eyes, but he's always so flirtatious with me. Every time we speak I get butterflies and have even had to run to the bathroom to rub myself off at times. This is where my confession comes in. You see, I'm not confessing something that happened today, or yesterday or even last week. I'm confessing my on going affair with him that has resulted in my current pregnancy. He doesn't know I'm married and he asked me on a date several months ago. The date went well, we had lunch and then I brought him home and let him rail my fucking brains out in my husband's bed. His hard 8 inches shattered my pussy as it had been accustomed to my husband's 4". He wore a condom the first time but I refused to let him wear one after that. After three months of intense sex every time we met, I finally told him the truth. When he learned I was married he was disappointed at first, but then realized he was cucking my husband, not the other way around, which only lead to even more passionate sex. He'd pull my hair and tits as he railed me doggy, with a picture of my husband looking at us as he split my asshole open.

I thought I was a dead woman when one day my mother caught him getting dressed after we finished fucking when coming to visit earlier than expected. She questioned me on who he was but when I repeated her famous line, she understood. As his sperm swam throughout my cheating pussy, my unphased mother told me the story of her old lover. She was only mad I was with a white man and not another Indian, totally uncaring about my husband who I was cheating on. She picked the wrong day to wear her new shirt though, with it's low, deep cut neck collar. My affair got to creampie me, then he gets and eyeful of my mom's tits walking out. He must think Indian women are massive sluts. But I keep getting side tracked. Last week my husband had to work overnight on a Friday, so I brought Connor home instead. I cooked him a full meal intended for my husband and slowly unbuttoned a button on my blouse throughout the meal. As he finished the meal, he asked for some milk for the spice, to which I walked over and opened my top, revealing my tits and told him to drink up. My back was on the table in seconds as he had my legs up, pushing his cock between my legs, sucking my tits the whole time. With diet and exercise, as well as intense sexual activity, my body was becoming more and more what American's call a "milf". The only problem, as he carried me topless to my apartments picture window, was that I had no kids and therefore not a true "milf".

This was the closest to porn or public nudity I'd ever done, having sex by the window of my third floor apartment totally naked as people walked unaware below. He had me in his arms, ass in hand, legs in the sky as he carry fucked me against the glass. "Oh please Jesus yes! My bitch husband can't fuck like this!" I moaned loudly.

"Do you miss him, slut? Do you miss your cuck?" He asked as he fucked me.

"Fuck no, I only miss this big fucking cock when it's not inside me! Steal me away from my bitch husband! I only want your cock in me from now on! I fucking want it, I fucking need it!" I moaned before he dropped me on the floor and kissed me as he had me in a pile driver position. He grabbed my throat and choked me as he rearranged my guts with his cock.

"Shut your fucking mouth up you slut bitch! Your my fucking slut! You belong to me now, got it!? I fucking own this pussy. Your slut holes are mine now!" he said in a commanding tone. Finally, a man who can take control and order me like a real man, with the dick to back it up! Not a weak little cuck that thinks his toothpick "dick" is real sex. He fucked me into the ground, and with every thrust I was scooted further back, fucking me across the room. Finally after 30 minutes of the best kind of sex, Connor exploded inside my married pussy. I felt the stream of thick gooey cum blast against my cervix and his rock hard cock keep stroking, fucking the load into my cunt. We laid there on the floor, until I told him he should go in case my husband came home. Shortly after he left, I finally found the will power to stand up myself to go clean up. With excess cum dripping down my thigh I cleaned up the place and showered. My weak and pathetic husband returned home by morning and demanded sex. Five pumps and a dribble of cum was all he could give me. After such a disgraceful performance I'm left with a decision, do I stay with my husband, continuing the affair and abort my first and only baby because it's half white? Or do I leave my husband for my affair partner and have and raise many beautiful children? I'm already pregnant and neither man knows yet. I doubt my husband will approve of my affair or pregnancy, getting cucked in his own home. But I want babies and I can no longer live without that powerful white dick inside me.