“Really?” I was surprised. “That was mighty progressive of her!”
“Yup!” Vidya replied. “She always told me, ‘Be safe! Don’t let the boys do what they want; rather you be in charge.’ And I have always followed that.”
“You have a personal fitness instructor? A man?” Poonam asked, bringing my thoughts back to the present. “And jamai babu doesn’t mind?”
“Ah, Rajesh.” Vidya threw her head back and laughed. She then embraced me and gave me a passionate kiss, with her tongue going down my throat.
I just sat there, letting Vidya have her way with me. Her hands slightly caressed me down there, even as she pressed her lips against mine. My mother-in-law watched, amused.
“My husband loves me.” Vidya told her mother, grinning, after finishing the kiss. I had by now given up all attempts to decently hide my erection. “He doesn’t mind another man being with me, as long as I tell him, hehe.”
Once again mother and daughter had a good laugh.
“Oh jamai babu.” Poonam grinned at me. “You are unlike all Indian men. Vidya is lucky to have found someone like you.”
“No, mummy.” I looked adoringly at my beautiful wife. “I am lucky to have found someone like your daughter.”
Later that night, I got into bed. I was completely naked, while Vidya was in a two piece lingerie. I started by kissing Vidya’s toes.
“OOOH yes.” Vidya murmered. “Do that. Suck on my toes, darling.”
I nibbled each of her toes, before licking the bottom of my feet. Vidya then turned over so she was lying on her belly.
“Kiss my bum, Rajesh.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Kiss it good, honey. I am your mistress and you should want to please me.”
“Yes, dear.”
Vidya’s bottoms left nothing to the imagination – the thin g-string panty exposing her round fleshy bums. I pressed my mouth to her ass and placed lots of gentle kisses on her ample behind. I made sure to suck on her big booty, placing my lips on the flesh of her rear and smooching for all I was worth. I slid my tongue down her rectum and made her rear canal all wet. Vidya loved it when I abased myself like that.
“Spank me, darling.” She suddenly commanded.
I raised my hand and spanked her buttocks. Her flesh shook like jelly as I hit her, gently, again and again.
“OOOH YES.” Vidya then turned around and smiled.
“You spank me so gently. My other lovers used to spank me hard, and rough.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Now come here, sweetie!”
We were cuddling and kissing. Vidya kissed me quite passionately, her hands moving down to my manhood. I was quite hard, and close to my edge.
“Darling.” Vidya suddenly told me. “I feel I owe you an apology.”
“An apology?” I looked at her, puzzled. “What for?”
“This evening. You know. When I told mama that you wouldn’t mind me with my gym instructor if I told you about it.”
“Oh that!” I tried to laugh it off. “What’s that to apologize for?”
“No.” Vidya shook her head. “You are my husband and you deserve respect from me. I should be more discreet about my affair.”
Oh yes, The Affair.
It’s been almost five months since my darling wife’s torrid affair with Ramu the milkman had ended. Ramu, the tall, dark, well built, low class labourer who had his long pecker buried deep into my fair, gori wife Vidya on an almost daily basis for months.