An erotic BDSM fantasy with my sexy wife Keerti w/pics (NSFW)

I sat in stunned silence, my mind reeling from the explicit images that played out before me on the small screen. The tape I held in my trembling hands revealed a side of my wife, Keerti, that I had never imagined.


Our marriage had always been a passionate one, but I had no idea of the depths of Keerti's submissive desires or her willingness to explore the darker realms of BDSM. And to think that it was with my best friend, Javed, of all people.

The scene on the tape was graphic and disturbing, with Keerti bound and gagged, her naked body bearing the marks of Javed's cruel whip. She screamed in pain as he mercilessly tortured her nipples, her face a picture of ecstasy mixed with agony.


I watched in horror as Javed fingered her pussy, roughly and without mercy. He then slapped Keerti's face, the sound echoing in the room as her cheeks turned red. Javed then forced Keerti to perform degrading acts, making her lick his balls and even his asshole.


I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My sweet, innocent wife, reduced to a mere sex slave at the hands of my best friend. But what shocked me the most was that Keerti seemed to be enjoying it, her body writhing in pleasure as she submitted to Javed's every command.

I confronted Keerti about the tape, and she confessed to everything. She told me how she had always been fascinated by the idea of submission and how Javed had introduced her to the world of BDSM. She begged for forgiveness, but I was too angry and hurt to even speak.

But as the days passed, I found himself unable to forget the images on the tape. I was both repulsed and intrigued by what I had seen. And so, after much contemplation, I made a decision that would change our marriage forever.

I approached Keerti, who looked at me with fear and trepidation in her eyes. But I surprised her by telling her that I wanted to join her and Javed in their illicit encounters. I wanted to explore this new world with her, to push our boundaries and see just how far we could go.

Keerti was shocked but couldn't hide her excitement. She agreed, and soon we were all back in Javed's hotel room, with I watching as Javed once again took control of Keerti's body. But this time, I joined in, degrading and humiliating Keerti just as Javed did. I slapped her hard and whipped her naked ass in vengeance for what she had done to me. She winced in pain and again begged for forgiveness.


The nights that followed were a blur of pain and pleasure, with I and Javed taking turns to dominate Keerti's body. We whipped her, tortured her nipples, fingered her pussy, and forced her to perform degrading acts. And Keerti, she took it all, her body writhing in pleasure as she submitted to our every command.



I couldn't believe what he had become, but I couldn't deny the thrill I got from dominating my wife in this way. I had never imagined myself or Keerti capable of such acts, but now that we had started, we couldn't stop.

But as the months passed, the thrill began to fade. The encounters became routine, and the pain and pleasure lost its edge. I realized that this was not a sustainable way to live, and I knew that something had to change.

I and Keerti had a long talk, and we both agreed that we needed to find a way to incorporate our newfound desires into our marriage without relying on Javed. We began to explore the world of BDSM together, learning to trust each other and communicate their needs and boundaries.

And so, our marriage evolved. It was not always easy, and there were many challenges along the way, but we found a way to make it work. We learned to balance their desires with our love and respect for each other, and discovered a new level of intimacy and connection that we had never experienced before.