I’m an Indian wife living in Napier/Hastings — devoted, steady, faithful to my husband in every way that the world can see.
But when it comes to desire?
To the shadows?
To the places where fantasy isn’t polite or loyal or obedient?

I’m not that “good wife” anymore.

There’s a side of me he knows…
and a side of me he lets loose.
A darker version of me — Hotwife slut.. my hubby pimp me out.

And the wild part?
My husband doesn’t try to stop it.
He likes the darkness I’m stepping into.
He likes the fantasy of me being the woman other men crave…
while he’s the one who holds the real me.

It’s not reality.
It’s not betrayal.
It’s an open relationship we feed together — a place where I get to stop pretending I’m innocent…
and he gets to watch me getting fucked with someone..enjoy