“I am sorry, darling. I swear I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Yes …” Vidya was seemingly lost in thought, before she shook her head again. “Nevertheless, I shouldn’t have said it. I don’t want my mother to think you are some sort of na-mard, or a cuckold.”
“It’s OK, darling.” I told her. Vidya’s mood changed immediately. She beamed, and gave me a wet kiss.
After sometime, as we hugged, I asked her, “Do you miss Ramu, darling?”
“Hmm.” Vidya gently stroked my dick. “Do you want me to tell the truth, darling, or pump your ego?”
We both laughed. Vidya wrapped her hands around my penis.
“Such a cute penis you have, dear.” She giggled. “Look! It’s almost as big as my pinkie. Are you hard, honey?”
“Er … almost.” I admitted.
“Hmm.” Vidya chuckled. “Sometimes I can’t tell.”
I noticed that Vidya hadn’t answered my question on whether she missed Ramu.
“Darling.” I asked her another question. “Do I satisfy you?”
Vidya stopped stroking me and looked at me, surprised.
“What sort of question is that?”
“No, I mean it.” I told her with all urgency. “Do I satisfy you? Is our sex life pleasurable for you?”
“Darling … I …” Vidya started to say something, but then stopped. “Why are you asking me all of this now, sweetie?”
“Well …” I didn’t know what had suddenly come into me, but I wanted to get something off my chest. “Sometimes when we are having sex, I do feel I am not enough for you, darling. Do you actually enjoy our sex?”
Vidya was silent for a few moments.
“Yes.” She replied. “I do enjoy our sex, darling. It’s … different from my other lovers, for sure, but I do get pleasure out of you, dear husband.”
“Oh.” I was happy to hear that. “Then you don’t miss Ramu, do you?”
Once again, Vidya was silent for some time.
“I do miss him.” She admitted. “You are not exactly big, my dear husband. So I miss my lover. But … only sometimes.”
“But …” I pointed out to her, “You did say you enjoyed sex with me.”
“Yes,” Vidya sighed, perhaps getting tired of my questions. “I do. I enjoy sex with you. But … I enjoyed the sex with Ramu more. Size does matter, darling, at least for me.”
I gulped. I had something to say to her. It’s been something that had been on my mind for the last month or so.
“Vidya.” I told her. “I am so sorry I am not able to completely satisfy you in bed.”
“But honey …” My wife started to say something but I cut her off.
“I am really sorry you don’t get from me what you really need. If you want to have another affair …” I trailed off.
Vidya was silent for a while. Then she leaned in and kissed me. It was a deep kiss, her lips locking on mine, her tongue probing deep into my throat. Her hands swiftly stroked my turgid manhood.
SMOOCH!
Her kiss was long and sensuous.
“Are you sure, honey,” Vidya said, “You want me getting fucked by other guys on a regular basis? Their big dicks deep inside me, or in my mouth, cumming all over my body, or in my pussy if I let them? And then me coming home to you smelling of sex with my pussy all stretched out and giving you sloppy seconds?”