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My Bold Wife And My Rich Husband
Scenario:wife name ambika husband sarang, white man richard, indian partner vivek oberoi ( he also enjoy ambika with help of richard) a well educated man have arranged marriage wife from humble background from other state, she had hardworking life before marriage, nice at heart committed to her husband .. she dont know much about modern city life always busy at home, with family stuff, cooking, not so eager to step out on own, she wanted to do job but her education is not appropriate and her fundamental knowledge weak so she never dared to go out and do job but giving excuses remained at home. husband always wanted her to make friend even women fine but she not so interested .. husband desired to be her bold bit bitchy, with more open mind .. he is not good in bed despite she being simple woman .. in bed she has more appetiate but husband not able to keep up with her. .. he few times engaged her in talk about she being with other men but she always discouraged at times get angry .. so husband plan to create a secret man who follow her up when she is out side and have situation to get to know her independently without husband being in scene so on internet he come across few sites .. he chats and chats initially think of some good indian man .. but later think white men could be good who trafvels to his city (create name of city) .. he come across site of white men .. on site 65 yr old businessman he come across .. that white man has interest in indian women .. he loved husband wifes looks .. husband tell him frankly she isnt aware .. so she need to be made friend first, white man travels to his city husband and that wife (create name for all character) .. white man is muscular, tall, with good tool, husband thinks if it works out it wil be great .. white man has partner in city .. husband meets that white man when he travels to his city .. in pretext of business meeting and he takes his wife along. its first time for her in five star .. she is amazed. when white man sees her he loves her traditional simple attitude in contrast to modern woman .. he loves her pretty simple face her body structure which is chubby with large hupps big eyes he adds some thing in juice which can elevate her mood .. she is shy in meeting not much talking as her english is bad .. but she is amazed to see old man so fit and tall and that ambience of hotel, white man gives her juice with some mix .. she dont doubt after drinking her mood is elasvated but she feels bit sleepy .. man says there is another room empty as it is booked for his collegue but he wont come for two days .. so husband take wife to that room .. she feels romantic with her husband but mind is not concious .. both goes to bed .. husband keep door open .. pretend he is making love to her .. and then white man comes .. and request husband to allow him to be with her and assure he wont say anything but action .. white man takes control of her .. he is excited to see a indian woman for himself for first time and young 39 yr old he takes control of her wife responding but mind is not so concious but she enjoys all .. white man has lots of energy .. he passionately loves her with all his energy .. he loves her tightness .. great pleasure for his tool and him .. he makes 4 rounds .. for wife its big things she enjoys .. after 6 hours white man exusted sleep beside her he is so happy with her he loves her innocence .. next day all norman .. wife think her husband made all love .. she is happy white man happy for her .. but for white man he need her more so he talks to his partner in india and ask him to give her decent job and train her well and whenever he comes to india make a tactic arrangement she spends more time .. wife gets job she is happy for getting good job with little education in good firm her relatives suprised she is proud .. she start working .. husband dont have any clue that the indian parnter is white mans man .. he feels she got job and he is happy for her .. she start working .. white man is back .. wife sees in office .. she dont have idea he already enjoyed her .. as discussed with parnter .. parnter ensure when he is in india she is with him .. white man take her for shopping .. she is shy hesitant but for job she does .. now write a entire story with addition that how whtie man make her ready to enjoy good life when he is in india .. he makes her strong more successful than her husband .. she is under complete control of whtie man .. she dont tell anyhing to husband .. she balances both life at home and at office .. white man happy parnter happy .. even white man helps partner her immediate boss to get close to her .. she experience best romances too much sex richard help his friend to have her together of her life .. create many scenes of intimacy with white man, his parnter her immediste boss .. and how this all make positive change in her life ..ensure story is very erotic with all details of intense situation. story is written by unkown 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Sarang
He is a successful businessman with a penchant for luxury and power. He is ambitious, manipulative, and controlling. He marries Ambika, a woman from a humble background, for status and convenience. Despite her simple nature and lack of city experience, Sarang tries to make her into a modern woman. He brings home a wealthy Indian partner, Richard, to be Ambika's companion. Sarang secretly desires Ambika to be promiscuous but struggles to satisfy her needs.
Ambika
She is Sarang's wife, brought from a humble background for marriage purposes. She is shy, obedient, and naive. Initially unfamiliar with city life, she tries to adapt to Sarang's demands while maintaining her simple nature. She is intrigued by Richard's presence and the luxury surrounding her. Despite being encouraged to be more bold and adventurous, she remains hesitant and focused on domestic duties.
Diana
She is Ambika's new colleague and becomes her confidante at work. She is modern, adventurous, and outspoken. Diana encourages Ambika to embrace independence and enjoy life fully despite Sarang's conservative expectations. She introduces Ambika to new experiences like shopping and socializing beyond work obligations, helping Ambika slowly transition into a more liberated role.
My wife's name is Ambika, and I am Sarang.
I got her married from another state.
She was very beautiful when I first saw her, simple at heart, committed to her husband, hardworking.
She had done a lot of work in her life before marriage and was brought up seeing the struggles of her family since her childhood, but she had a dream to do a job.
However, her education was not that good and her fundamental knowledge was weak.
She never dared to go out and do a job, giving excuses to me that I should do everything for her as I had a lot of money.
I always wanted her to make friends with other women, but she was not so interested in it.
I wanted her to be my friend first, bold, bitchy, with an open mind.
I got married to her thinking that I will teach her everything once she is in my hands.
But after marrying her, I found out that she doesn't know much about the city and its life.
She was always busy at home with family stuff and cooking.
She didn't want to go out alone and do things on her own.
She started feeling lonely after some days as she had no work to do.
She would spend her time watching TV and sleeping.
I wanted to change this habit of hers, so I told her about a women's social group that meets every week at the community center near our house.
It was a group of women who were married and came from different backgrounds.
They would meet once a week and discuss various topics related to their lives, such as relationships, parenting, and personal growth.
I told her that they also organized activities like cooking classes, book discussions, and cultural events.
She looked at me nervously and stirred her tea with a spoon.
"I don't know if I can go there," she said in a low voice.
"Why not?" he asked.
"I don't speak English well," she replied, looking down at her lap.
"That's okay," he said.
"Most of the women in the group are from traditional backgrounds like you. They also don't speak English fluently."
She remained quiet for a moment, then asked, "What do they do there?"
"They discuss various topics related to their lives," he replied.
"They also organize activities like cooking classes, book discussions, and cultural events."
She nodded slowly and said, "Okay, I will think about it."
He smiled and said, "That's good. You can start by attending one meeting and see how you feel about it." She nodded again and said, "Okay."
He got up from the table and said, "I will drop you there on my way to office tomorrow."
She nodded and said, "Okay."
The next day, I dropped her at the entrance of the community center on my way to office.
She was holding her dupatta tightly in her hands and looked nervous.
I reassured her that everything would be fine and that she should give it a try.
I told her that if she didn't like it, she didn't have to go back again.
She nodded slowly and said, "Okay."
I left her there and went to my office.
The next day, I asked her how her experience was at the community center.
She told me that it was good and that she enjoyed meeting the other women there.
They were all very friendly and welcoming towards her.
She told me that they had discussed various topics related to their lives and that they had also organized a cultural event where they performed traditional dances. She told me that she had enjoyed herself very much and that she would like to go back there again.
Her eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence I had never seen before.
At the community center's library, I watched Ambika browse through old photo albums while waiting for her dance class to begin.
She ran her fingers over the yellowed pages, admiring the intricate designs and faded captions.
As she reached for a book wedged behind the shelf, it fell to the floor with a thud.
The dust that rose from the impact made her cough.
The book was bound in a worn leather cover, with a faded title embossed on the front.
Curiosity piqued, Ambika picked it up and blew off the dust.
As she opened the cover, she noticed a faint scent of lavender wafting from its pages.
The book was an old diary, filled with handwritten entries that dated back to 1985.
Ambika's eyes widened as she flipped through its yellowed pages, marveling at the stories it told.
She sat down on a nearby chair and began to read, losing herself in the world of words that unfolded before her.
As she delved deeper into the diary's contents, Ambika felt a strange connection to the writer's thoughts and emotions.
It was as if she had stumbled upon a treasure trove of memories that resonated with her own experiences. The entries spoke of love, heartbreak, and self-discovery – themes that Ambika could relate to all too well.
As she continued reading, she found herself becoming more and more engrossed in the diary's secrets.
Her hands trembled slightly as she turned the pages, her heart pounding with anticipation.
Suddenly, Ambika heard footsteps approaching from behind.
Startled, she quickly closed the diary and stuffed it into her bag.
She glanced around nervously, wondering if anyone had seen her reading it.
But no one seemed to have noticed anything out of the ordinary.
With a sigh of relief, Ambika gathered her belongings and left the library room.
As she walked out into the hallway, she felt a sense of guilt wash over her for having invaded someone else's privacy.
But at the same time, she couldn't help feeling grateful for having stumbled upon such a precious treasure trove of memories. "What is it?" he asked as we walked towards our car in the parking lot after Ambika finished her dance classes at the community center.
"It's nothing," she replied quickly, clutching her bag closer to her chest.
"Just some books I borrowed from the library."
He raised an eyebrow but said nothing further.
As they got into the car, he glanced at her and said, "You seem different today, more... alive."
Ambika hesitated before responding, "I found something in the library that spoke to me, something I didn't even know I needed."
He looked at her curiously and asked, "What did it say?"