“Mummy,” I told her, as she prepared to drive away, “Next time stay away from ‘Seduction’. You don’t need it. Your smile is enough!”
“You are a devil, jamai babu.” Poonam grinned as she drove off. I laughed too. I was so lucky having a fun, flirty mother-in-law like that.
An hour later, as my plane took off for Mumbai, I tried to think of why Poonam was so curious as to the state of our marriage. My mind went back to the talk I had last night with my wife Vidya.
“Darling,” I asked her. We had just finished having sex. It was my goodbye sex — the kind I got the night before I left on a business trip. “You do love me, don’t you?”
This was almost the opposite question of what Poonam had asked me. Poonam wanted to know if I loved her. And I had asked my wife if she loved me.
“Darling.” I persisted, even as Vidya made a face. “You do respect me as your husband, right?”
Vidya’s answer had been straight forward. She placed a hand on my cheek. I grimaced, for I knew what was coming.
SLAP!
SLAP!
A couple of tight slaps, and then she leaned in and kissed me. A very passionate kiss that I responded to in kind.
“Darling.” Vidya’s hands now lingered on my limp penis that was slowly trying to come back to life. A couple of sperm drops were still present from our sex. Then she raised her hand again.
SLAP!
SLAP!
“I know,” Vidya told me, softly patting my cheek where I had been slapped, “When you are away on your trips and I have a lover over, you question my love for you. My respect for you.”
I didn’t say anything.
SLAP!
Vidya didn’t hold anything back. The slap was hard, and tight.
SLAP!
“My dear husband, you know you are a cuckold. You are my cuck, Rajesh. But you also know that I love you. Why do you think otherwise?”
“I …” I didn’t really have a proper answer. Vidya was meanwhile rubbing me down there. “Sometimes … I fear … one of these days … you will leave me for another man … with a bigger … penis.”
Vidya laughed. And then she slapped me. Quite a few times.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
My cheeks were stinging when she was done. Then Vidya laughed again.
“I always laugh when you say that, dear. That sex with another man will make me leave you. That I would be attracted to another man just because he has a big penis. Then I would leave you for another man simply because of sex. Then I would have left you a long time ago.” She smiled at me and then vehemently shook her head.
“No, my darling. I love you, my dear husband Rajesh. I respect you enormously as my sweet, loving, respectful, devoted husband. And if you ever question your manliness — well — I won’t say anything to that except point out the fact that it takes guts to allow your wife to experience other lovers, running the risk that she will leave you, while being confident that she won’t. You, my dear husband, allowed me to ‘cheat’ on your own accord. Just for my own happiness. Who can leave a husband like that? The whole world can be on one side, and you on the other, and I will gladly follow you, my dear.”
We kissed for some time. Vidya was rubbing me all over my penis and bum. It was clear she was trying to get me up for another round.