It was a nice change for Vidya as well. She was getting some proper attention to her feminine needs from a loving man rather than being banged hard by some masculine lower class men. That’s how I comforted myself, even as my wife took the name of some other man every time I drilled into her.
Afterwards she would apologize to me for doing that.
“Hi sugar.” She would say. “You don’t mind me taking Ramu’s name during sex, do you, darling? It helps me reach orgasm soon, as you try to fill me up, baby doll.”
And of course I would reply, “Oh, no, dear. I don’t mind at all! Anything that makes you happy, makes me happy, dear.”
“Oh, you are such a sweetie pie, dear. Now bend down and kiss my foot.”
It was hard to believe, but it has been only over two and a half years since she took that first step towards cuckolding me, having that affair with my boss Gaurav. If you remember, it was supposed to be a one-time thing. And true to her words, Vidya had not had another affair for another 6 months. And then came our anniversary and Ramu the milkman. And that had been at my urging, so her affair with Ramu was really her anniversary gift to me. After she had been Ramu’s mistress for a while, it was only then that I had broached embracing this lifestyle fully to her. I still don’t know what I had been thinking when I proposed this to her — but it was to completely change our relationship.
Before, I had this sex goddess completely to myself, and she seemed happy to devote herself to me. Now I was just one of the many men who used her body for our pleasure. The only difference between me and the other men was that I was her husband. And of course the fact that those men all had large cocks and unlike me, knew how to pleasure my wife.
So it was only in the last two years or so of our five year marriage that Vidya had been actively sleeping on and off with other men — first with Ramu the milkman, then with our neighbor Balachandra the retired army officer, and then with Ramu again and with Wasim the guard, and then the infamous gangbang with Rami, Wasim and their friends — which included one other guard from our complex – Feroz. I don’t know why, but most of the men Vidya chose to sleep with are from the lower strata of society.
Vidya still hadn’t told me that she was now getting banged regularly by the guards in our gated community — primarily Wasim and Feroz. It had been a whole two months since that gangbang, yet so far I was not privy to any of the details. All I was told was that sometime, once or twice, Ramu the milkman would pay her a visit. Or sometimes she would ask me to spend the night in a hotel as Balachandra would be visiting.
It was this one rule in our new marital arrangement that Vidya was very firm upon. I was never to ask her for details about her affairs or her lovers. She would share if she wanted, when she wanted. Otherwise, I was to just listen and obey.
“Darling.” I had once asked Vidya one night in bed. “Are you seeing anyone ELSE right now?”
I knew the answer, of course. Just a couple of days ago, the two guards Wasim and Feroz and dropped in. Vidya had spent an hour servicing the two burly men, with Feroz’s cock in her mouth and Wasim’s in her cunt, before switching around for the second round. In between, she had spent plenty of time being slapped, spanked and spit upon, mostly by Wasim. But she had told me nothing. All of this I knew, of course, was through those “secret” cameras. And the way the guards smirked at me when I walked past them. Or how they exaggerated their salute to me, while laughing and winking with each other. But as per our own rules, I was never to ask Vidya about her dalliances. Yet I could not help myself.