After our marriage Vidya then proceeded to train me in sexually satisfying her.
It took some time of course. I am ashamed to admit I didn’t last long on our marriage night. Who could, with a woman like Vidya rubbing her dainty finger nails across your scrotum? Just to see her walk from the bathroom to our bed was enough to make me cum. Vidya’s swinging buttocks as she sashayed like a model could leave any man breathless. She did not hide the fact that my penis was small — she called it “small, cute, and functional”. And so she instituted a few ground rules for the bedroom; rules that I was only too happy to follow, since it gave her pleasure, and giving her gratification allowed me to have pleasure.
I knew I could never give her full satisfaction with my small appendage, so I learned how to finger her and lick her to orgasms, and how simple things, like kissing her toes, or presenting my cheeks to be slapped, or even following her Clothed Female Naked Male rule (which stated that once we retired for the night to bed I was to completely strip, and Vidya would remain clothed as she wished) gave her delight.
Thus, depending on Vidya’s mood, I would be naked, kissing the bottom of her feet, and then slurping her asshole, before flicking my tongue at her crotch. Other times she would then have me finger fuck her to an orgasm, and then I would present my bum to her. A few smacks, before she would tell me to turn around. She would then proceed to slap my face. Another orgasm later, during which she would hold me by the ear and pull it tight, she would then tell me to climb onto her. Fully wet, her vagina would then be easy to slide into as she would then tell me to cum. I would then empty my seed into her, before thanking her and kissing her for a very enjoyable time. Cuddling together, we would then spoon and go to sleep.
So I am one husband who is not ashamed to say I have no problems with letting my wife Vidya be the boss in our marriage — even as she increasingly spanked me harder and harder, or slapped me — I was just glad to be along for the ride. I just couldn’t believe a guy like me was having a gorgeous sex goddess like her all to myself to enjoy.
Well, not all to myself, I had to be reminded.
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, Wasim and the others. It’s not easy to be a man and admit that your gori (fair) wife being fucked by the dark, lowly labour class men gives you the thrills, but the fact that Vidya was being regularly pounded by men with a much bigger cock than mine, men who could last several times longer than me, and whose recuperative powers were phenomenal had its benefits.