“I mean,” Vidya remarked, as we took a break from making out and just cuddled, “I know you do get aroused when I am with another man. I then have to balance how much I humiliate you with how much I think you can take. Oh, don’t try to deny it Rajesh! I have long ago accepted the fact that my husband gets hard at the thought that I have another man’s penis in between my legs.”
It was true, I had to admit. I was aroused right now thinking about Vidya and Ramu.
In a way, Vidya and I are probably perfect for each other. She has been with many guys before marriage, mostly Indian. Many Indian men, if I can say so, have an inferiority complex. Most men think they are a Bollywood hero. Yet, the majority are not, but they will still have an ego and be chauvinistic and so on.
As Vidya likes to tell me, I am very different. I know I am no Bollywood hero, and I’m comfortable with that. And I know Vidya is a prize catch for me. She is sexy, sophisticated and smart. She is beautiful, fair skinned, and tall. She is intelligent, she has boobs that make guys go honka honka and she has an ass that just begs to be pinched. As my former boss Gaurav would say “a very spankable ass”. She is every Indian man’s wet dream cum true (pun intended).
“You, my dear, are also a prize catch for me.” Vidya told me, perfectly reading my thoughts, and stroking me hard. “Don’t think it’s just you who got lucky with this marriage. Where else in India would I find a man who is so much in love with me that he totally surrenders himself to me? You don’t have any false ego, you are happy to obey anything I say, and you are completely deferential and respectful to me and my mum. You love and worship me so that my happiness is your only concern. That’s what every Indian girl wants.”
All this conversation came back to me as the plan soared into the sky. As we had talked, we both also knew one more reason why Vidya wouldn’t miss me too much on this particular work trip of mine. You see, she told me she was waiting for Ramu. She didn’t tell me the whole conversation though. All she said was that Ramu was back in town and would be coming to visit her. And, naturally, fuck her. Nothing about her being pimped by Ramu to another man, or of the planned gangbang orgy with his friends.
Saturday and Sunday I was very busy. Once in Mumbai, I had to meet with some stakeholders for our company and the branch manager there, even though it was the weekend. All Sunday morning I was in meetings, while at the back of my mind I couldn’t wait to go back to my hotel room. When was Ramu coming? When would he meet Vidya? I would miss all of that!
It was roughly 4 in the afternoon when I got back to my hotel room on Sunday. I showered, ordered some lunch, and then turned on my laptop and the camera app. And not a moment too soon!
I could see that Vidya had cleaned up and tidied the house. It might sound paradoxical, given that she was preparing for two weeks of debauchery with her husband away, but Vidya was still a respectable housewife from the upper class, and the house should look that part.