My Indian Slut Wife Vidya Ch. 03

Well, not all to myself, if I have to be completely truthful.

When we married, Vidya had no intention of straying. As she put it, her slutty days were over, and she wanted a marriage on her terms - where I would provide for her, serve her, obey her and in return she would be the virtuous Indian wife of my wettest dreams. Fate, we later realized, had other ideas. Some women are born not to be ever caged.

Of course, and I am embarrassed to admit it, there were some good moments about her affair with Ramu. It's not easy to be a man and admit that your gori (fair) wife being fucked by the dark, lowly labour class milkman gives you the thrills, but the fact that Vidya was being regularly pounded by a man with a much bigger cock than mine, a man who could last several times longer than me, and whose recuperative powers were phenomenal had its benefits.

For one, Vidya was in a very good mood the whole time she was having the affair. I guess that having a cock that went deep into one`s pussy for a change can put any woman in a good mood.

Second, whenever Vidya was getting pounded by Ramu, she would taunt me and my manhood, much to Ramu's pleasure. Afterwards when I would return from work, she would recount the day's action to me, while slapping me as a punishment for being a willing cuckold. Then she would give me a mind blowing sex with her as a reward for letting Ramu hump her. Never once did she say no to me for sex during the affair. I guess she felt some pity for me, and even though all I was getting was scraps of pity sex, I was grateful for that.

Of course even as she would spread her legs for me, and I would wiggle my tiny penis around inside of her, I knew she could feel the difference between my little weenie and a real baby maker like Ramu's. Still, I was just glad she was allowing me to deposit my cum in her at all, even as she had access to a monster cock.

Later on, as I would lie in bed, my balls completely drained, Vidya would snuggle, give me a deep kiss and tell me that I was the best husband in the world. It would make my day just to hear her say that.

That had been five months ago, and our life had gone back, as I said, to some semblance of normal. For a change, I was the only one enjoying my wife in bed. Yes, sometimes Vidya did take Ramu's name during sex, and at other times she confessed sometimes when the doorbell would ring she would hope it was Ramu, but overall she was content to just be my wife and a one-man-woman for a change.

"I am sure your mother thought you were only joking." I told Vidya, in response to her apology. "She's not going to think you actually have affairs and I am cool with it."

"Only one affair." Vidya corrected me. "You talk sometimes as if I was part of a gangbang."

"I am sorry darling. I didn't mean it that way." I apologized immediately, tactfully neglecting the fact that Vidya had also slept with my boss Gaurav.

"And remember," Vidya reminded me, somewhat angrily. "It was you ... my own husband ... who thought it would be cool to see another man fuck his wife."

"I am sorry, darling. I swear I didn't mean it that way."

"Yes ..." Vidya was seemingly lost in thought, before she shook her head again. "Nevertheless, I shouldn't have said it. I don't want my mother to think you are some sort of na-mard, or a cuckold."

"It's OK, darling." I told her. Vidya's mood changed immediately. She beamed, and gave me a wet kiss.

After sometime, as we hugged, I asked her, "Do you miss Ramu, darling?"

"Hmm." Vidya gently stroked my dick. "Do you want me to tell the truth, darling, or pump your ego?"

We both laughed. Vidya wrapped her hands around my penis.

"Such a cute penis you have, dear." She giggled. "Look! It's almost as big as my pinkie. Are you hard, honey?"

"Er ... almost." I admitted.

"Hmm." Vidya chuckled. "Sometimes I can't tell."

I noticed that Vidya hadn't answered my question on whether she missed Ramu.

"Darling." I asked her another question. "Do I satisfy you?"

Vidya stopped stroking me and looked at me, surprised.

"What sort of question is that?"

"No, I mean it." I told her with all urgency. "Do I satisfy you? Is our sex life pleasurable for you?"

"Darling ... I ..." Vidya started to say something, but then stopped. "Why are you asking me all of this now, sweetie?"

"Well ..." I didn't know what had suddenly come into me, but I wanted to get something off my chest. "Sometimes when we are having sex, I do feel I am not enough for you, darling. Do you actually enjoy our sex?"

Vidya was silent for a few moments.

"Yes." She replied. "I do enjoy our sex, darling. It's ... different from my other lovers, for sure, but I do get pleasure out of you, dear husband."

"Oh." I was happy to hear that. "Then you don't miss Ramu, do you?"

Once again, Vidya was silent for some time.

"I do miss him." She admitted. "You are not exactly big, my dear husband. So I miss my lover. But ... only sometimes."

"But ..." I pointed out to her, "You did say you enjoyed sex with me."

"Yes," Vidya sighed, perhaps getting tired of my questions. "I do. I enjoy sex with you. But ... I enjoyed the sex with Ramu more. Size does matter, darling, at least for me."

I gulped. I had something to say to her. It's been something that had been on my mind for the last month or so.

"Vidya." I told her. "I am so sorry I am not able to completely satisfy you in bed."

"But honey ..." My wife started to say something but I cut her off.

"I am really sorry you don't get from me what you really need. If you want to have another affair ..." I trailed off.

Vidya was silent for a while. Then she leaned in and kissed me. It was a deep kiss, her lips locking on mine, her tongue probing deep into my throat. Her hands swiftly stroked my turgid manhood.

SMOOCH!

Her kiss was long and sensuous.

"Are you sure, honey," Vidya said, "You want me getting fucked by other guys on a regular basis? Their big dicks deep inside me, or in my mouth, cumming all over my body, or in my pussy if I let them? And then me coming home to you smelling of sex with my pussy all stretched out and giving you sloppy seconds?"

"I love you honey." I told her truthfully. "If you really need a bigger dick from time to time, I will understand, honey. As long as you ... you still cherish and respect me, honey."

SMOOCH!

"Oh, darling! I do, I do! I remember when it was with Ramu, I felt so grateful to you for being secure enough in our love and sharing me with another man."

"Thank you darling."

SMOOCH!

"We are special." Vidya told me. "Not like other couples who live by boring rules. But yes, you are a cuckold."

I couldn't hold it any more. I started to cum. My dick jerked and twitched as it spurted out cum onto her hands, my legs and the bed.

Vidya said nothing, but continued to kiss me, and stroke me with her hand, until my dick became flaccid.

"Oh babydoll." She gushed, smiling. "Just the mere thought of another man humping your slutty wife's pie hole has made you cum this time! This must be a new record."

I said nothing, embarrassed.

"Don't worry, darling. I love you." Vidya continued to rub me, her hand sticky with my cum. "I will tell you something. I am not interested in other men. No, really! I love you! An affair is nice and all, but you take care of me so well, Rajesh."

I looked at her. I had tears in my eyes.

"Thank you, Vidya. I really appreciate it."

We both kissed for some time. Vidya gently kneaded my balls. It was clear that she was trying to get me hard again.

"Of course ..." Now Vidya started to say something. "Do you really want me to have an affair, sweetie?"

"I ..." I bit my lip. "I love you, Vidya, I want you to be happy in our marriage."

"Even if I find pleasure in the arms of another lover?"

"I ..." I knew what I had to say was hard. "If you are happy and you still love me, then yes."

Vidya was silent for some time. Her hands continued to touch and stroke my manhood. I was slowly getting erect again.

"In three to four years, we have to start a family." Vidya suddenly thought out aloud. "And we also have your career to think about then. If you are promoted to the head offices or some other regional office, we will be moving to another city."

"Er ... yes." I wasn't sure where this was heading. "I am well placed in my company though, and pretty soon I will be up for another promotion."

"Of course." Vidya absent mindedly flicked my balls. My penis reacted and I was now quite erect.

"The thing is ..." Vidya looked at me with bright wide eyes, even as her hand caressed my hardness. "I hope this is just you talking about me with another man, and not you thinking of another lady."

"No! No!" I protested vehemently. "Vidya, my dear, my darling, my goddess! How can I think of another woman when I am married to the best, spiciest, a tadka desi maal like you? You are an item girl, babe. I love you! I adore you ... and I just want you to be happy."

Vidya seemed happy at my words and broke into a smile. She leaned in and kissed the tip of my phallus, before continuing to rub it. She also gave me a wet kiss.

SMOOCH!

"If I do have an affair ..." Vidya said. "You know me. It won't be a one night thing, but probably for a period of time."

SMOOCH!

"Yes, dear."

"I will decide with whom, and how much to share the details with you, Rajesh."

SMOOCH!

"Er ... yes, dear." I was a bit surprised. I thought I would be purview to her discretions. "But ... please do tell me the details, darling. I would like to know."

Vidya gave a little laugh, and then gave me another kiss.

SMOOCH!

"You little cuckold." She taunted me. "I love you."

"I love you more, Vidya." I told her truthfully. "Just, you know honey, please be discreet."

"Of course." Vidya nodded.

SMOOCH!

"I don't want a scandal any more than you do." Vidya told me. "And it will be an affair, nothing more."

SMOOCH!

I nodded. I was now quite hard. Vidya snapped her fingers.

"OK darling. Enough talk about what a slut I am. Now go do your husband duties and use your penis on your wife. Let's see how long you manage to last this time!"

"Yes, dear."

I mounted Vidya. Her talk had gotten us both quite aroused, and she was wet as well. I began to pound her.

"Oh yes! OH YES!" She started to pant and moan. "Fuck me, you cuckold."

That did it. All our talk, and the thought that my wife could soon start another affair, made me go over the edge. My hips buckled as I began to cum into my wife's hole. Not for the first time, I wondered which other man would soon be cumming into her hole as well.