Like many of Vidya’s dalliances ever since we had opened our marriage, her fling with Balachandra had been a torrid one. It started roughly eight months ago, when Vidya and I had celebrated the fourth anniversary of our marriage. Around the same time was when Balachandra had gotten her alone and made her his “biwi” for the night. That one night had led to months of them fucking like rabbits almost every day, until Balachandra had to move to New Delhi. He still owned his house in our neighborhood, but he had now rented it out to a young couple — some relatives of his. Balachandra did visit our city once or twice a month, during which time he stayed with them, and on those visits he would come to my house when I was at work and proceed to reacquaint himself with my lovely wife’s charms.
I would come home to find my wife passed out on the couch, bite marks all over her neck and breasts, and her pussy all sore from the pounding it had received.
Vidya would kiss me on my return from work, and mockingly say she was kissing me like the cuck I was. Her loving smooch would put me in my place as she would swirl her tongue in my mouth. I would be gently reminded of the fact that this same tongue of hers had given her lover pleasure all day. The same tongue that has licked another man’s cock to hardness was now inside my mouth. And how I loved her for all of that.
“How was your day?” I would ask her, knowing how it was. And my wife would grin. And later on, if Viyda had mercy on me and we were having sex, the stark difference between me and her lover was so obvious. I was her husband, the small dicked cuck with a shaved feminine landing strip for pubes. Balachandra, even though he was a senior citizen, was the stereotypical proper former army man, well built with broad shoulders, and had a cock that was well hung and thick. I knew that the mere sight of his girth was all my wife needed to see to start having an orgasm, whereas I would have to work with my fingers and tongue to give her one.
And now, for the last two months, that cock had been missing from her life. Vidya never said anything to me, but I realized that she was taking out her frustration on this guard Wasim.
“Well, if you want,” I ventured, “I can have a word with the committee …”
Vidya gave me an appraising look, and then shook her head.
“No, honey. It’s OK.” She said.
“Well, why not?” Foolishly I persisted. “If you are upset about this man …”
“No, honey.” Vidya shook her head. “You are not a man who likes conflict, and I don’t want to trouble you.”
“No. No.” I insisted. “I will speak with the board committee and complain about Wasim. They will have a word with him.”
“Well,” Vidya mused, “Why not just speak with Wasim directly? Tell him you don’t appreciate his behavior with your wife.”
“Oh. Well, sure, I could do that.” I said, while internally cringing. Vidya was right, I hated confrontation.
“No, leave it, darling.” Vidya leaned in and gave me a loving kiss on my lips, before continuing, “You are my husband and you are good at many things, Rajesh. But two things you can’t do really well.”