You might read these events and think Vidya was my female dominatrix and I was her slave. It could not be further from the truth. Yes, Vidya did like to slap me and spank me, BUT I liked being slapped by her and spanked by her, because that gave HER pleasure. And giving HER pleasure gave ME pleasure. And Vidya knew it.
I loved her. She loved me. She loved me strongly — of that I was now sure. No matter who had his cock buried in her, her true love would be me. Despite spanking me, slapping me and cuckolding me, Vidya did not lose her sense of love and respect for me. She would kiss me all the time, or snuggle up to me, or take care of my house impeccably, and always greet me lovingly.
Vidya also took care of me sexually. In this I was unlike the other cuckolded husbands I would read about. My wife knew that even though I was a cuckold, I also had needs. I was never, EVER, denied sex by her. Whenever I wanted. Even if she was sick or not feeling like it (which was rare!). Often she would initiate it.
She would ask me, suddenly, rubbing me, “My fat cuckold, do you need some relief?”
Often I would nod, or say “Yes, dear, if it’s not too much trouble.”
I mean, who would say no to Vidya!
She would laugh and always say, “For you, my love, never!”
She would then bend over, and present herself to me.
“Take me, lover.” She would grin. “Even though you are a cuckold, you are MY cuckold. So this is your chance, lover boy. Go for it!”
And then she would ask me what I wanted from her and would proceed to do that. So I, too, loved her, even if that love meant I had to share her, physically, with other men, and I was not privy to that information. I was OK with that. At least, that’s what I told myself.
This was the state of our relationship, and this last weekend was simply the cherry on top. We were isolated in the cabin, just the two of us, and we focused on just ourselves. I usually could not cum more than once a day, but Vidya made me cum several times. The only time we had clothes on were when we went out to eat, or when housekeeping called. By the time we left, the cabin reeked of sex. And unlike the other times with Vidya, this time it was sex with me. Her husband.
Now, back to the grind, and Monday morning. We were just finishing breakfast.
Suddenly the calm of our usual morning was broken by some loud noises. It seemed like a construction vehicle had just parked, and I could hear hammers, the starting of some electronic machines, and lots of shouting and hollering by men.
“Rajesh! Baby!” Vidya raised an eyebrow. “What a racket! I wonder if they are fixing that road.”
I didn’t have time to answer, because immediately there was a knock on the door.
“Rajesh, honey.” Vidya commanded, while rubbing butter on her toast. “Get the door, please.”
“Yes, dear.” I told Vidya, rising up. “I will get the door.”
It was Wasim.
I looked at the guard. He had a soft smirk on the corner of his lips, but stood there respectfully. The last time he had been here in my presence, he had to grovel and beg for forgiveness from me and Vidya. Then, of course, Ramu and then that gangbang happened. Now, he had a smirk. This smirk said that whenever I was away and Wasim was here, he was in my house banging my wife. Although he hadn’t seen Vidya for at least a week, if not more.