Vidya grinned, gave me another peck on my cheeks, and then continued.
“The first is sex. A good, rough, taking-your-woman-like-a-proper-man sex, darling.” She said. “And the second is confronting another man. It just isn’t your style, honeybuns. I will ask Balachandraji to have a word with that guard Wasim next time he is in town.”
“Oh.”
And now not only did Vidya unknowingly puncture my ego by telling me I wasn’t capable of dealing with Wasim, the lower class guard who was leering and passing comments at my wife, but she also told me she was going to get another man — Balachandra — the man who cuckolded me — to deal with the matter, since he was better not only at sex with my wife, but also in confronting another man.
“No.” I told her. “You don’t need to involve Balachandra. I will speak with Wasim myself.”
“I see.” Vidya then had a note of concern in her voice.
“Um … baby, you are not jealous of me and Balachandraji, are you, babydoll? You don’t have to prove anything to me. It’s just sex, and remember, it’s been two months since his last visit! Wasn’t it your idea by the way, for me to see other men-”
“Darling, darling!” I tried to muster a grin. “I am not jealous. You know that I just want you to be happy, my dear.”
It was true. It was me that had made us embrace this cuckold life style. Vidya used to tell me size doesn’t matter. But after sex with Gaurav, Ramu and then now Balachandra, she doesn’t say that to me much anymore.
“When is Balachandra due to visit next?” I asked her, to change the topic.
Vidya smiled her beautiful smile.
“I love how nervous you get just before he comes over.” She taunted mischievously.
“I am NOT nervous.” I replied indignantly. “I just need to know … when … to schedule some overtime at the office.”
“Ah, of course. Well, I don’t know, jaanu. I don’t think for another couple of months, maybe.”
Vidya then kissed me again. She continued to kiss me. Her hands softly stroked my in between my legs. Then she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.
“Come darling. Let’s take this to the bedroom. I want to suitably reward my cuckold.”
I followed the contour of her body, and how her sari clung to her curves, her buttocks sashaying to and fro as she turned her back to me and slowly walked up the stairs, before gently turning back to look at me, chuckle, bend over slightly and beckon me to follow her with her finger.
God! I loved my wife.
* * *
Wasim came to apologize at my house three days later. It was just before breakfast, and I had just gotten ready to go to work.
You see, I had thought it over and decided to complain to the Committee, rather than confront Wasim, after all. I knew one of the board members well, playing table tennis with him often, and they also knew we were good friends with Balachandra, one of the Board members who had considerable influence. So when I made the complaint, it was taken seriously.
“Saheb!” Wasim literally fell at my feet. “I have an old mother and unmarried sister to support back in my village, sir. Please don’t get me fired from this job, sir.”