u/Wrong-Passenger-1251

Hi Reddit, throwaway for obvious reasons. This happened about 8 months ago and I still think about it almost every day.
I’m Arnab, from Kolkata originally but settled in Bengaluru. Married for 6 years, average sex life like most of us. My school friend Sujoy (also Bengali) lives in the same apartment complex. His wife Riya is… fuck, she’s the kind of woman who turns heads even in a simple salwar kameez.
Riya is 29, fair skin, long black hair, big expressive eyes, and a body that looks incredible in sarees. Always polite, always smiling, but I used to catch her looking at me a second longer than normal during our building gatherings.
One Saturday afternoon, my wife had gone to her parents’ place. Sujoy was out of town for some office work in Hyderabad. I was bored and remembered Riya mentioning her mixer grinder wasn’t working. I thought I’d be a good neighbor and offer to take a look (I’m decent with basic repairs).
I knocked on their door around 2. She opened wearing a simple maroon saree, hair loosely tied, no makeup. She looked surprised but happy to see me.
“Arnab da, aise suddenly? Come in…”
We chatted in the living room. She complained how Sujoy never has time for anything at home. I fixed the grinder in 10 minutes. When I was washing my hands, she stood very close to me in the kitchen, thanking me repeatedly.
Then things got weird.
She suddenly said, “You know… Sujoy has been so busy the last two years. We barely… you know.” Her voice was low. She didn’t complete the sentence but her eyes were glassy.
I don’t know what came over me. I just stepped closer and said, “Riya, if you ever need anything… anything at all… I’m right here.”
Next thing I know, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me into a hungry kiss. It was desperate, like she was starving. We were kissing like teenagers in her kitchen. My hands went to her waist, then down to that soft ass I’d fantasized about.
She was breathing heavily. “It’s been so long… he just finishes in 2 minutes and sleeps. I haven’t felt anything in years.”
We moved to the guest bedroom. I undressed her slowly - peeling off that saree, her blouse, her black bra. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples dark and hard. When I took one in my mouth she moaned so loudly I had to cover her mouth.
I went down on her. She was already soaking. Within two minutes of my tongue on her clit she had her first orgasm - legs shaking, hands gripping my hair, whispering “Arnab… oh god… yes…”
When I entered her, she was tight but so wet. The look on her face was pure bliss. She came again while I was inside her - harder this time, biting my shoulder to stay quiet, her pussy pulsing around me. I think that was the first proper orgasm she’d had in a long time. She kept saying “I forgot how this feels…”
We fucked for almost 40 minutes. Missionary, doggy (that ass looked insane), and her riding me while trying not to make too much noise. I finished on her breasts.
Afterwards she was glowing. She kept kissing me and saying she felt like a woman again.
That was the beginning. We’ve met a few more times since then when opportunities came. But more than the sex, I’m now completely addicted to the chase - talking to married women, the flirting, the tension, the secret desire. Something about a neglected married Bengali bhabi hits different.
Riya still messages me sometimes when she’s feeling lonely.
Anyone else get addicted to this after one taste? Especially fellow desi guys - does this hit different when it’s another Bengali wife?
(Obviously names changed. Be safe out there.)

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Been a long time lurker, finally sharing my story because it’s been one insane ride.
I started two years back as a couple photographer here in Bangalore. You know the scene, pre-wedding shoots at Cubbon Park, Ulsoor Lake, rooftop cafes in Indiranagar, or those dreamy golden hour sessions on MG Road terraces. I got pretty good at it, built a decent Insta page, and couples started reaching out.

Then one evening, everything changed.
I had just finished a lovely pre-wedding shoot with this really good-looking couple (both mid-20s, software folks). We wrapped up at a nice rooftop in Koramangala, had some drinks, and were chilling. The girl (let’s call her Priya) was super friendly and kept complimenting my photos and how comfortable I made them feel. Then she casually dropped: “We were thinking… would you be open to doing a more intimate shoot for us? Like, private, just the three of us?”
I was a bit shocked but said yes. We set it up at their apartment in Bellandur the next weekend. What started as tasteful boudoir (lingerie, soft lighting, them being cute together) slowly got way hotter. She was getting bolder, he was encouraging it, and at one point she pulled me in for some shots “for reference.” Clothes came off, hands started wandering, and before I knew it I was fucking her while her fiancé watched from the chair, stroking himself.

That was my first time cuckolding a guy. They weren’t even married yet. She came hard on my dick while looking at him, and he finished watching us. After that they both thanked me like it was the best thing that ever happened to them.
That opened the floodgates.
Since then, I’ve done “intimate shoots” with dozens of couples in Bangalore. And here’s the crazy part – more often than not, it’s the husband or boyfriend who initiates or pushes for me to touch, kiss, and fuck their girl.

It’s been an absolute great ride. The money is good, the experiences are next level, and the trust these guys put in me is wild. Never thought starting as a regular photographer would lead to this lifestyle.
Bangalore really is something else.

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