Vidya was once more playing the role of my perfect gorgeous trophy wife. She would get up early every morning to make me breakfast, and give me a good, wet, sloppy kiss before I left for work. She would be rubbing my groin all the time as we kissed on the doorstep, giving me a terrific hard-on that would remind me of her the whole day. After I left she would either visit my mother-in-law Poonam, or go spend some time at the gym and work out and do yoga.
Vidya did not just do yoga, she would go to the bathroom and take pictures of her buttocks clothed in tight spandex and send them to me via Snapchat, just to titillate me. After she was done, she would start making dinner just in time for me to return home. And later at night, depending on Vidya’s mood, we would have sex or have a good cuddle.
Of course when I say we have sex, it’s mostly me carrying out Vidya’s orders to satisfy her as she wished, and in the end Vidya allowing me to cum (sometimes inside her). I didn’t mind of course, I loved to obey and serve Vidya as she wanted me to. I mean, one has to only look at her! I was the envy of all of my friends, and I am sure behind our back their wives would question how I managed to land a bombshell like Vidya. My wife was tall by Indian standards; she was 5’8″ and kept in very good shape. Her gorgeous curves emphasized her humongous breasts, which she made no effort to hide (thank goodness!).
Many a man was forced to a helpless stammering mess as he was caught staring at her chest, while Vidya had been talking to him. With her wide hips, and what was once described by my former boss Gaurav as a “very spankable ass”, Vidya could give any guy an instant hard on. She was a sex goddess, and she was my wife. Why wouldn’t I be just happy to be with her, sharing the same bed as her, licking her foot, sucking her gaand (ass) or depositing my cum into her?
It helped that I knew my place. I knew that I wasn’t really well built, and I had a very small penis. Did I tell you that Vidya had laughed on our wedding night when she had pulled down my shorts? She wrapped her hands around my penis and her hands completely engulfed my manhood — and then she burst out laughing.
“I am sorry, darling, I…” She was apologizing in the midst of her laughter. I was croaking as Vidya examined my flaccid cock and continued to say, “I am sorry, darling.”
“No, I am sorry.” I told her. “I know I don’t have a large penis, and I know I can never measure up to your standards, so I am sorry.”
“Oh, no, don’t be, darling.” Vidya had placed a hand on her mouth to muffle her laughter. “I am sorry I shouldn’t have laughed. But don’t worry; I knew exactly what I was getting into. I always figured you had a very small penis.”
We had dated for some time before marriage, but Vidya never allowed me to have sex with her. As she told me, she was ‘saving me for marriage’. I was a virgin, and she wanted to take my virginity on our marriage night. I of course was under no illusion; I knew she had been a promiscuous lady. When we made our wedding list, Vidya pointed out the names of various men on her side of the list and told me so-and-so had butt fucked her, and so-and-so had taken her pussy, and there was also a list of men who had gotten a facial from her. It made me deeply aroused, and emasculated, to know that many of the guests at my wedding had managed to penetrate my wife and I hadn’t yet.