[IwantbustyKim]

After the white wedding, with her in an apt white wedding dress and me in a suit, we were at the reception, where the real fun was to begin. I encouraged my white friends to hit up conversations with any good looking Indian women they saw. Me and the wife (I can say that now) sat and watched all the interracial flirting take place. We were touching each other behind the table.

We saw a slim, very pretty young Indian woman flirting with my cousin Tim. He towered over here, kneeling down to whisper into her ear, she was blushing and grinning widely. She ran over to her mom and dad and said something to them.

I saw her father hand her a condom, she had a sour look on her face when she held it, she then threw it on the ground and shouted, "Dad, I'm having sex with a white man, your size won't fit him! God! Mom, I came for you, he has a friend that wants to meet you," she dragged her beaming mom by the arm, leaving the father there by himself. We later saw mother and daughter both walk out with their white lovers.

Priya got very excited when she saw her sister Sunita getting hit-on by my best friend Mark. Mark and Sunita hit it off so well that we later saw them in the corner of the hall, sharing light-kisses. The hotel was going to be loud, we knew that. All in all we must have seen half-a-dozen white/Indian couples made that night. We both got very turned-on seeing those traditionally-dressed Indian women going off with white men.

When the reception was winding down, Son approached me with a concerned expression. Standing a little behind him was his cousin, Sanjay, who is the son of Sunita.

"Sorry to bother you Dad, but Sanjay's mom told me that Sanjayth has to stay in my hotel room tonight because she's taking that white man to her room, is it ok if he stays in my room?"

"Oh sure thing, Son!" I said with a beaming smile. I dug into my pocket and gave him a handful of dollar notes, "Should be enough there if you have to pay extra, if not use that money, treat yourself, you earned it Son."

"Thank you Dad."

"Not a problem, Son. Also, let your cousin know that his mother is getting a great white lover, I know the man she's with very well," I nudged closer and said in a hushed tone, "Tell him why he should be happy about this, tell him to be nice to his mother's new man, ok?"

"Got you. Thanks again Dad." He walked over to his cousin, showing him the money I gave him. Afterwards me and the wife went in the limo and went to the hotel.

When we got to our hotel room at 5pm, my wife took of her dress to show her all-white bridal lingerie ensemble, with a lacy bra, thong and stockings.

"White looks best on you," I said standing fully naked.

"Yes, it always has. Now, it's official."

"Yes, everyone will know that Priya Patel-Stevens is an Indian woman that takes white cock." I walked over to her and kissed her while putting my hands on her ass. I then took her underwear off, got her on the bed and did my best to break it as I plowed the fuck out of my sexy Indian wife.

In the evening, I went down to the bar. I saw my cousin Tim and his friend Greg, both had gotten themselves an Indian woman.

"I'm buying," said Tim. "You hooked me up that tight flexible horny fucking chick I got in my bedroom, I have to thank you."

"Same for me," said Greg, "I got that chick's mom, she's so wants it, I can't believe how much she does. They both right now in the shower, cleaning each other up, talking about the huge cocks they had! Never met women so eager."

"Yeah, Greg. Best thing is, since they mother and daughter, they live in the same house, so I can hang with my pal while I fuck her."

We clinked glasses in celebration. Being with fellow white guys that took Indian women as their own was a huge turn-on for me.

"Well. keep us updated, me and the wife love knowing that needy Indian women are getting the extra inches they need from guys like us."

"I'll drink to that!" they both said happily.

*

Up next was what I was looking most forward to: the honeymoon. We decided to go an Indian beach resort, located in the town of Goa, a place where many of her countrymen and women could see my Indian wife flaunting her body, with me there, her white husband right next to her. We brought along Son with us too, I knew he would appreciate seeing his mother's fine form in a bikini. I figured he would find his mom to be hot, hell I would in his shoes, I let Priya know this, but, quite frankly, what her son thought of her was not going to stop her being sexy. As long as he behaved and showed proper respect to his father, that was all that mattered.

We got to the beach resort and saw all sorts of men and women look at my wife, her wearing just a cream bikini-top with bikini-bottoms that were riding into her ass. Her walking confidently, with me, wearing my nut-hugger shorts, by her side, proud of her body that was toned in part to repeated injections of white cock. Son was right behind us, red-faced yet happy.

A fully-covered one-piece and sarong wearing Indian woman whispered something to my wife in their language; my wife turned around and replied loudly. The women glared and walked off.

"What she say?"

"Well, she basically said 'so shameful, Indian mother showing off with a white man like that', I replied, 'don't be jealous, you should see his cock.'"

"That's my girl!" I grabbed her by the ass and kissed her on the cheek.

She smiled and then sat on one of the lounge chairs. I went up to her son to see how he was doing.

"Hey Son, you doing ok?"

"I'm doing great, Dad."

"Not ashamed at all or anything."

"No, Dad," he replied firmly, "I am in fact proud of you both, greatly. I know how great of a man you are, seeing you two together and hearing you be such a great man with her in the bedroom, all of that gives me much respect for you as my father. I agree with Mom, people who disapprove are jealous and I like it, I like that envy."

"Thank, Son...you gotta admit though, your mother looks good."

"Yes, I like that she shows off more, I like that she has more confidence... She tells me she's a wife first, a mother second, I really like that, her priorities are right. She should take care of your needs first, as you are the man."

"Yes that is right, Son. Good that you understand." I patted him on the shoulder, then sat next to my woman

"Man-to-man talk?" she asked.

"Yes, he understands fully, he is a great son."

"He is proud to have a strong white father like you to look up to. I think it's good he gets to see his Indian mother with her white husband, it lets him know who's in charge, he should know his mother is a woman too, he should have some distance from his mother, he should be closer to his father, which he is. You're teaching him to be a man by showing him how you treat his mother."

I rubbed her leg. "Yes, exactly, and it never hurts from him to see me in charge, reinforce that fact to him. Now turn over babe."

She turned around; I grabbed some lotion and lewdly began rubbing her back and legs with it, paying special attention to her ass. Some looked in shock, most looked in delight. Indian husbands made their wives move along quick, not wanting my western influence to entice them away.

This was not my first trip to Goa, I'd taken quite a few Indian women to my bedroom before, married and unmarried, it never mattered, there was no issue, when I saw them, I decided where I'd fuck them. But my bachelor days were over, I was older, more weary, had a job requiring me to work crazy hours, I needed a woman to fuck with ease in the bedroom each night, and I had gotten that. I was also so glad that I had a woman that shared my desire for Asian fem/white male sex, so much so she openly flaunted her acceptance of a white man making love to her each and every night.

We lay there in the sun, taking in the surroundings, me giving friendly solidarity nods to every interracial couple I saw. After relaxing for a bit, we all went to see the gym. I hit some weights while Priya stood around. Females stood and watched me, when they did, Priya went over to them and gloated about her strong white husband. As Priya was still in her bikini, men came trying to hit up conversations with her, but when she pointed out her husband, they quickly scurried off. Son was there too. After a quick hop in the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, and grabbed two more. I tossed them to my wife and son.

"Come, let's go to the steam room."

They agreed, and put the towels on. Priya took her bikini off with the towel wrapped around her; I saw Son's face go red. We handed him her bikini, my shorts and put them in a bag, we then handed that bag to Son. He took his shorts off too.

When we got in, me and the wife looked at each other, then both took our towels off. We didn't see the logic in being clothed in a steam room -- well, that's our excuse anyway. There was no one else there besides two elderly men who sat in the back. Son was behind us, he looked in shock at our naked backsides. We sat on the north side bench, Son sat next to us on the left, he also took his towel off. He looked in amazement at his mother's large juicy breasts; saliva was dripping from his mouth.