Life was pretty good, and humdrum. Soon it was our marriage anniversary. It was also roughly one year ago that Vidya had begun to fuck Ramu. We marked both our anniversary, and the anniversary of her affair with Ramu, with a scorching all day fuck session. I was completely drained out by the time Vidya was done with me. I wasn’t fucking her, she was fucking me, even though it was my penis inside her.
Oh boy! It had almost been half a year since that discussion. I had even stopped checking the cameras for weeks now, even though I was away frequently.
And just like that, suddenly my life turned upside down.
I had just returned from a trip to Mumbai. There were no telltale signs, of course, that anything was wrong. Vidya had never behaved any differently, and I still got sex regularly from her.
It was a Monday. I was in the office, and I called Vidya around noon. This was lunch hour, and Vidya was usually back from her gym by then. Yet, her phone rang and rang, but no one picked up. I hung up, surprised for a moment. Where could Vidya be? Maybe she was in the shower, I thought. Thinking for a moment, after what must have been weeks, I switched on the cameras.
Nothing. Vidya wasn’t even home, as far as I could tell, although the cameras only looked at the living room and master bedroom.
I was expecting a call back within a few minutes if she was in the gym, or out shopping. Yet, almost one hour later, when I had shut off the cameras and gone back to work, Vidya called.
“Hi, honey.” She said. Her voice sounded slightly raspy, as if she had just come back from a work out.
“Hi.” I said. “What’s up, darling? Where were you?”
“Oh, I saw your missed call.” Vidya replied. She had stopped panting by now. “I was in the shower.”
No you were not, I thought. You weren’t even home.
“I see.” I replied. I made some small talk with her and hung up. My mind was buzzing with a thousand possibilities. All my previous thoughts came back.
Was she having an affair? Was I once again going to watch another large penis ravage my wife?
Of course it could be just as Vidya said, and there’s nothing more to it. The living room camera doesn’t see all the bathrooms downstairs and maybe I missed signs of her being there. Even the master bedroom camera doesn’t show the attached bathroom there, but focuses on the bed. So she could be telling the truth, and maybe she was in the shower. But something, something, in the way she had answered the phone late, that raspy voice, and the words she had used … I had to trust my instincts. Something was up.
My mind went back to the time she had an affair with Ramu. I couldn’t even tell she was having an affair until the moment she showed up with him in our bedroom. So how could I tell this time?
If my lovely wife was having an affair, I started to think, it couldn’t be more than a month old at the most. Thinking back, I realized that’s when there had been subtle changes in her behavior. She seemed a bit tired, which wasn’t usually the case as Vidya was a very fit and healthy person. At night, our usual playfulness was somewhat reduced to just a kiss and some touching. I personally hadn’t paid much attention because I myself was busy and tired, and work had been all consuming. Yet, it was strange that Vidya hadn’t really made me pleasure her, or even asked me to lick her butt. And in the morning, whereas she would sometimes playfully try to make me late for work, recently she had been very efficient in getting my clothes and lunch ready. And I was only given a long kiss and some stroking on my manhood at the door before she let me go. No blowjob. It seemed almost as if she was anxious to see me go.