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.”