Vidya had developed one strange fetish one year into our marriage — that I was only too happy to indulge — she would insist I undress completely before I came to her. Unless I was completely naked, she would not even take off a stich of her clothes.
She used to read erotica, and pointed me to a particular series of stories by a writer called Tarek Zia. It was about a boy who was treated as a slave boy by his maid servants in his own house, and who used to be kept pretty much naked around the house by his maids. Since then, Vidya decided she too would like me to be naked in the bedroom at all times.
“It gives me pleasure to have a naked boy toy to play with.” She would tell me, rubbing my phallus as I stood naked before her. Usually Vidya would “inspect” me, playing with my balls and slightly patting my bum. After that I would get into bed and we would cuddle and make out, and then I would finger Vidya to an orgasm. Only then, and not before, was I was allowed to mount her. I didn’t mind — I liked being naked while she was still in her clothes, it added to my sense of giving her complete pleasure. And Vidya would reciprocate by giving me mind blowing sex.
In these two and half years, Vidya had also remained faithful to me and our marriage. I admit at first I was worried when I found out about Vidya’s exploits. How could I satisfy such an insatiable woman? It’s not that she didn’t get a chance to — if she wanted she could commit adultery every day. As I said, men hit on her all the time. Vidya however herself put all my doubts to rest.
“Why would I have an affair, honey?” She told me on our first anniversary, when, after treating her to a romantic dinner, I thanked her for remaining faithful. “The day I married you, I gained a lover who is content in pleasing me. You listen to me, you obey me, you serve me, and you give me pleasure. Why would I throw it all away?”
“But,” I countered, “All those … guys … who made love to you …”
“You mean all those guys who fucked me?” Vidya was blunt. I could see a twinkle in her eye.
“Er … yes. And you yourself told me they were … er … quite larger than me. Don’t you miss that?”
“Honey!” Vidya had leaned over the table and kissed me deeply, before continuing, “It’s true that your penis is very small, and I have had larger. However, all those years I used to do what others wanted me to do. I derived my pleasure from their pleasure. Now, at last, I have a man who is intent on giving me pleasure, who derives his satisfaction from satisfying me. Honey, I love you, and I would never betray you.”
We abandoned our dinner, returned to our house and had mind-blowing sex.
Later that night, as we lay on the bed (and as usual, I was completely naked while Vidya still had her bra on), my wife turned to me and asked, “Rajesh, what would you do if I did stray from our marriage?”
“I … I ….” I was temporarily at a loss for words.
“Let’s say,” Vidya turned to me, moved her hand gently down my body and started to knead my balls. “Let’s say you come home early from work one day, unannounced, and enter the house to give me a surprise. You hear strange noises coming from the bedroom.”