Sometimes, when we would meet up with her old friends, in particular her best friend Lata, new tales would emerge of the legendary Vidya Sharma (her maiden name) and her sexual exploits at college.
Of how once, when partying after exams, in a shady night club, a Pathan guy Lata had been seeing for a week had alleged that he had the biggest dick amongst all students on campus, and how no girl had ever managed to take it all in her mouth at once. Vidya had immediately challenged him, and in front of her friend Lata had not only gone down on him then and there, she managed to swallow his monster cock completely (Vidya could deep throat like no one else — she was a born cocksucker). Not only did she blow him, and suck every drop, but cheered on by Lata, Vidya had immediately turned around, pulled down her pants and bent over, presenting her bum to him. The Pathan (and three of his friends) spent the night with her and Lata, fucking them in the ass (and other holes) all night.
These stories, and many others, I had gotten from Lata, and from Vidya herself. For example, there was Vidya’s college cricket team. Vidya had invited all these guys who were on the cricket team when she was in college — all fifteen of them — to our wedding. When we were standing on the dais for a group photo, Vidya had leaned in and whispered to me, “Take a good look at all these guys, honey. Each of these guys knows my pussy better than you!”
My jaw must have dropped, for Vidya grinned, discretely pinched my butts and continued, “In my last term in university, there was this big final match. I was seeing the coach at that time. He promised the team that I would be the celebratory fuck if the team would win — and they did! After the victory party, every one of these boys lined up to get a blow job from me, and the guy who was Man of the Match had the first use of my pussy. Say hello to the guys who have fucked your wife before you, honey.”
It was quite surreal as each guy shook my hand to congratulate me, and gave a beaming Vidya a peck on her cheeks, to know that each of them knew Vidya’s intimate folds, and I, her husband, was still not granted that privilege.
So that was my Vidya. However, in our two and half years of marriage, she has been the ideal wife. She was polite and dutiful to my parents, loving and respectful to my family, a real fun person to be around with friends, and a real wild tigress in bed.
Mrs. Vidya Mathur.
I still could not believe I had landed such a hot desi maal as my wife.
I have no shame in admitting that Vidya controls every aspect of my life — and I happily let her. What man would mind, knowing that such a sex goddess was awaiting him in bed every night? Vidya wanted sex, and she wanted it often. I was clumsy at first, and used to cum quickly, but she patiently trained me to build up my stamina and staying power. Vidya knew all the tricks and she wasn’t afraid of trying new things. Recently we started experimenting with light BDSM, and so sometimes Vidya would spank me in bed, and other times she would have me lick her feet. I was simply happy to do whatever I could to give her pleasure.