Ramu had to go back to his village for some emergency, and although he promised to come back, Vidya hadn’t heard anything back from him since. I am sure she missed him – and his huge cock – but our marital life has since gone back to normal. I mean, for a change, I wasn’t the other man in my own marriage any more.
Even though it had been my idea for her to have an affair, I had been worried that Ramu was stretching my wife’s cunt beyond repair. After the affair had ended, I fretted about whether I could truly satisfy my wife. It turns out I needn’t have worried.
Vidya was once more playing the role of my perfect gorgeous trophy wife. She would get up early every morning to make me breakfast, and give me a good, wet, sloppy kiss before I left for work. She would be rubbing my groin all the time as we kissed on the doorstep, giving me a terrific hard-on that would remind me of her the whole day. Once she had reached the gym, in between breaks of her workout, Vidya would go to the bathroom and take pictures of her buttocks clothed in tight spandex and send them to me via Snapchat, just to titillate me. I knew for sure what all the other guys working out in the gym must be ogling at when Vidya was working out – her big buttocks!
After Vidya was done, she would return home and later in the day, start making dinner just in time for me to come home and enjoy. And later at night, depending on Vidya’s mood, we would have sex.
Of course when I say we have sex, it’s mostly me carrying out Vidya’s orders to satisfy her as she wished, and in the end Vidya allowing me to cum (sometimes inside her). I didn’t mind of course, I loved to obey and serve my goddess Vidya as she wanted me to. I mean, one has to only look at her! I was the envy of all of my friends, and I am sure behind our back their wives would question how I managed to land a bombshell like Vidya. My wife was tall by Indian standards; she was 5’8″ and kept in very good shape. Her gorgeous curves emphasized her humongous breasts, which she made no effort to hide (thank goodness!).
With her wide hips, and what was once described by my former boss Gaurav as a “very spankable ass”, Vidya could give any guy an instant hard on. She was a sex goddess, and she was my wife. Why wouldn’t I be just happy to be with her, sharing the same bed as her, licking her foot, sucking her gaand (ass) or depositing my cum into her?
It helped that I knew my place. I wasn’t really well built, and I had a very small penis. Vidya had laughed on our wedding night when she had pulled down my underwear. She wrapped her hands around my penis and her hands completely engulfed my manhood – and then she burst out laughing.
“I am sorry, darling, I…” She was apologizing in the midst of her laughter. I was croaking as Vidya examined my flaccid cock and continued to say, “I am sorry, darling.”
“No, I am sorry.” I told her. “I know I don’t have a large penis, and I know I can never measure up to your standards, so I am sorry.”
“Oh, no, don’t be, darling.” Vidya had placed a hand on her mouth to muffle her laughter. “I am sorry I shouldn’t have laughed. But don’t worry; I knew exactly what I was getting into. I always figured you had a very small penis.”