Indian wife has sex with the milkman as anniversary gift, My name is Rajesh and I am married to my sweetheart Vidya. Soon (in just over a month), we would be celebrating our third wedding anniversary. It was past 10.30 at night, and Vidya was lying on the bed reading, and I was working on my laptop on a project. (Read part 1 My Indian Slut Wife)
“Oh my fat husband,” Vidya called out from the bed. “Leave your laptop and come here. I need you to lick me, and then to fuck me. My pussy is tingling tonight.”
That was one great thing, amongst many great things, I loved about Vidya. Sex with her was very efficient. She was explicit and blunt about her needs. A nymphomaniac by nature, she would tell you exactly what she wanted to you do – no hunting around for “subtle hints”.
“Yes, darling.”
Obediently, I shut my laptop and stood up. Walking over and standing beside the bed, to her left, I started to undress. My shirt came off first, followed by my watch. I then reached down and unbuckled the belt. Rolling down my jeans to my ankles, I stepped out of my pants. Vidya caught hold of the waistband of my underpants, slowly pulling them down. My small penis sprang free and hit her in the face. She laughed, and continued to roll down my underwear until I was completely naked.
You see, one year into our marriage, Vidya had implemented the Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM) policy. It was something she read in an erotic story by her favourite erotica writer, Tarek Zia. Vidya had made me read his stories a few times.
Tarek would write about being a young man in an affair with two maid servants, who would keep him naked in the house all day long. Vidya thought this was a great idea, and implemented this policy in our bedroom.
CFNM for us meant that whenever we would retire for the night, or get into bed for sex, I would have to completely strip before I was even allowed to get into the bed. Vidya, on the other hand, could be wearing whatever she wished. Tonight, Vidya was wearing a pink negligee of translucent material, which covered her till her knees.
Let me briefly describe our physical appearances here. I am your typical average height and built Indian male. Though physically healthy and fit, I have a paunch around my tummy area – that Vidya had recently started to make fun of. She would lovingly call me “Fatty, come here” or “Oh my fat husband, suck my vagina”, and so on. My penis isn’t anything to write home about either – Vidya calls it ‘small, cute and functional’. My wife, of course, has seen and played with much larger cocks than mine. I am a shy, introvert, bookish kind of guy who was a virgin until our wedding night.
Vidya, on the other hand, is my polar opposite. She remained completely physically fit, even after our marriage when Indian women typically get fat. She exercised religiously, and at 5’8″ was taller than most Indian women. When she was without heels, she matched my height. Sometimes she would wear heels just to be a little taller than me, and people would stare at us as we walked in the mall – and not just because they would marvel at how a woman would marry someone seemingly shorter than her.
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