This story is about a couple who go through various infidelities due to weak-mindedness and eventually realize how they allowed themselves to be manipulated.
I first saw Preethi when I had come home for summer vacation after my third year B.Tech. Her parents had relocated from Delhi and moved in to our locality. She had joined 11th grade the same school where I studied. She was stunningly beautiful and didn’t really look like a ** year old. Although, she was just in her 11th grade, she could put to shame any of the grown up girls with the kind of body she possessed. Being a Konkani ***** (like the famous Aishwarya Rai!) it was not surprising that she was gifted with a flawless, fair complexion. She was around 5'4", slightly above average height by Indian standards. Her eyes and her lips were her striking features. She had an awesome figure - she was neither skinny nor fat but just perfect. It wasn't surprising that there were lots of guys eyeing her.
Besides being the only kid in that locality to join the prestigious IIT, I was a very good swimmer and tennis player. Her father also joined the same club where my dad was a member. She too used to swim and I often used to meet her at the club swimming pool. I fell in love with her the day I saw her. But I was too shy to even talk to her. Though she sensed my feelings she just played along but silently used to admire me. Many a time when I was on the tennis court, she used to hang around in some pretext and watch me playing.
After my B.Tech unlike my other friends who rushed off to jobs and on to the US, I stuck back. Was lucky enough to get admission in IIM Bangalore. Our mostly silent courtship had continued since I first met her. When I completed my MBA and she was in her second year of four year architecture course in a well-recognized college. It was only during my final year MBA I could muster enough courage to propose her.
Though I know she was equally interested I was surprised when she showed reticence to getting married soon after her graduation. She wanted to do her masters in architecture from a prestigious school in the US and settle there. She did not want to think of marriage before that. I liked her focus. It made my love more intense. She sensed that too, but was very sincere and did not want to tease me in any manner. Though there was of bee-line of suitors she showed interest only in me.
I got a job in the IT field and a year down the line I got a job in the US. Only days before my departure to the US she opened up and confessed her love to me. Unlike me, she was very subtle in showing her love. Not that she was demure. Brought up mostly in metros she was quite out-spoken and bold almost bordering adventurous. After spending a few days with me taking her out most evenings I left for the US. I knew that she will definitely get admission in the college of her choice for higher studies in the US. Planning to shift within the vicinity of where she joins on her arrival I had to wait for two years to be close to her.
On her completing graduation her parents refused to send her for higher studies primarily because of the cost involved and wanted her to get married instead. I stepped in with my proposal. I promised her that she can continue her studies after marriage and I will foot the bill. We got married and after a brief honeymoon in Goa I left for US. She came after a couple of months just in time for the commencement of her M.Arch program in School of Architecture, Academy of Art University, San Francisco. I relocated to Oakland so that her daily commute is minimal, albeit an exhausting daily commute for me. I was 27 and she was barely 21. I never knew she was more than a year ahead of her class. By then the rest of my friends had all got married and were living in and around the Bay Area.
Thus our married life and her higher studies took off simultaneously. After marriage and our honey moon Preethi had blossomed in showing her love. Gone was the Preethi who was happy just holding my hand. Our meetings after even a day’s separation was always punctuated by her pouncing on me, arms locked around my neck and starting a kiss that lasted a minute, irrespective of our surroundings.
Our sex life was always an extension of our love. We made love. Not fucked each other. Symmetrical to my well-built physique, I was well endowed. On finding her difficulty in reaching orgasm during my penetration I quickly learned the art of pleasing her with my tongue. Orgasm or no orgasm she used to immensely enjoy our sex and always cuddled against me contended after the session.
She quickly got used to birth control pills and did not want to get into family way any sooner. In fact whenever that topic came up she was upfront in telling me that she is not into having kids at all. But understanding my emotional nature as a concession she agreed to have just one kid when she nears thirty. However, she was not at all averse to the idea of adapting couple of orphan kids and bringing them up as our own. Having to wait the next eight years or so for a kid was something that bothered me. But I had to respect her views and ambition.
With no scholarship or aide, her higher studies turned out to be a very expensive affair. Besides course fees, there were many other expenses. I used to dress in a manner that was just about passable. But studying in such an elite School of Architecture and often meeting up-scale people I made sure that Preethi is always turned out in the best of attire that money can get. More so to watch her strutting nicely in awesome dress and coming into my arms.
Six months into our married life and her masters program I realized that I cannot manage with the income from my current job and most of my savings were drying up faster than I had estimated. I decided to take up a job in a consulting firm that required me to travel at least four days a week. But the job allowed me clock as many billable hours and paid for a handsome overtime pay for those extra hours. Though Preethi was quite upset about my being away for up to four days a week she understood our financial condition. With the higher salary and addition income from overtime pay we could manage our expenses reasonably well. Most weeks I used leave on Monday afternoon and return on Friday late evening. Preethi used to cram up her course work during my absence and wait for my return eagerly keeping herself almost free to spend the weekend entirely with me.
Few months down the line my life took a turn I never expected …
On President’s Day which that year was a day after the Valentine’s Day we had a three day weekend. Kumar and Malathy had invited us to their place to spend the week-end, promising us enough privacy on the Valentine’s Day. That week I came in early from my trip on Friday (cutting down some extra billable hours!) and we both landed up at Kumar’s place around late evening.
Preethi does not drink. Not even wine. The rest of us were nursing our respective drinks with Preethi playing the ideal hostess making some short eats like Masala Peanuts and Papads. A drink or so down the line, the topic of discussion moved on to Malathy’s doctoral thesis which was about polyamory in various cultures.
I was a little intrigued and asked her “So, when you say polyamory did you research both polygamy and polyandry?”
“Of course” shot back Malathy, further adding “You will be surprised at such a wide existence of polyandry”
“Well in India I only heard of Draupati of Maha Bharata who practiced polyandry”
It was Kumar’s turn to add his two bits saying “My dear friend, even in India polyandry is practiced. But it is kept normally under covers.”
“I can’t believe it” says Preethi.
“Kumar is right. It does exist in India. And, as he said it is kept under covers” reiterated Malathy.
Kumar went on, “On specific pattern I have come across is that polyandry combined with polygamy”
“You mean like spouse swapping?” asked Preethi.
“No. The pattern I have come across is different wherein, a married man takes another man’s wife as mistress. Basically the mistress and her master are polygamous whereas their spouses by marriage are monogamous” clarified Kumar.
I said “I guess it is my turn to convey my disbelief”
“It is true Anand. Most mistress-master relationships in India are like that. Mostly it is devised by the master. Since polygamy is illegal in India, it is very convenient for rich men. The lady is married to someone else but remains the mistress of the rich man. Again, it is practiced with the consent of her husband” further clarified Malathy.
Preethi inquisitively asked, “Isn’t that like cuckoldry?”
Kumar went on, “Not at all. Both the master and mistress never tarnish the decorum of her married life. Likewise, the husband understands enough to allow them adequate privacy. In her relationship with her husband love and other duties of her as a wife precedes mating. Whereas her relationship with her master primarily revolves around their mating and its consequences”
“What consequences?” I asked though I had a vague idea what Kumar meant.
Malathy put it bluntly stating “Impregnation and carrying his children in her womb”
“And her husband doesn’t mind?” asked Preethi awe-struck.
“Not only does he not mind. But he undertakes all the responsibility in raising them as their father. Of course with complete financial support from the master” said Kumar.
“What kind of a guy allows his wife to be someone else mistress?” I said showing my disgust.
It was Malathy’s turn to add more saying “Well my dear friend. Many a time this happens not just with his consent but with his active encouragement”
“Well, I guess it is for all practical purpose polygamy. For the sake of providing that woman a social status she is married to someone. Basically rich and powerful guys much be practicing it” Preethi put forth her views.
Malathy said, “I have a few more surprises. In Kerala, which is predominantly a matriarchal society, I have come across cases where polyandry is practiced. The lady does not call herself mistress. She is married to one guy who raises her children. But she has one or more lovers in the side who father her children. It seems in olden days to improve the lineage this practice started”
“And the husband waits for his turn is it?” I mocked.
“It is true” said Malathy
That conversation came to an end. Kumar’s house unlike mine had a guest bedroom with a small living area for guests. I and Preethi retired there.
As usual after four days of starvation we pounced on each other. Our love making was hotter than normal. Preethi was taking lot more initiative than usual. She nudged me to stay much longer than usual with my face buried in her loin. She reached couple of orgasms thanks only to my tongue. Again Preethi was in command during our love making session after that, riding me into my orgasm and to my great surprise she too convulsed in orgasmic bliss.
Later as Preethi spooned against me I continued my loving caress with my right hand while Preethi continued her kissing and biting my left hand on which she was resting.
“You seem excited after hearing all that about polyandry”
“chee .. “ she elbowed me
“Come on darling. It was obvious”
She turned to face me. With our faces separated by few inches she asked, “What was obvious?”
“You were a tigress .. “
“I missed you … “
Our deep and passionate minute long kiss ensued.
Slowly we sank into slumber.
Next day morning during breakfast the same topic returned out of the blue. However this time it focused on spouse swapping.
Kumar said, “Though it is practiced among the elite in Mumbai and Delhi, I have not come across the same here among Indians”
“I wonder why” I said not really interested in finding out the answer but just to pull the conversation along. I didn’t know I had opened a Pandora’s Box.
Kumar replied “Well, I guess it is because Indian women are lot more insecure and possessive of their husbands than their American counterparts”
“Come on. You can do better than that” retorted Malathy
“And what about Indian men?” bristled Preethi
“Men are men wherever they are from. They never say no to some extra fun” Kumar passed a sly remark. I was not at all in agreement of this. For some reason, I guess to tease my wife, I kept quiet.
The argument, primarily between Kumar and Preethi went on for a while.
Kumar wanted to take all of us for go-carting that afternoon. He is a racing freak. For me driving is just the means to get me from point A to point B. So I was not very particular. Neither was Malathy. Preethi however, showed interest.
I went to the guest bedroom and sat with a book that I was reading. Preethi came to me with my coffee. I saw disappointment written all over her face. She can be very outspoken and bold. But for whatever reason she never wants to do anything that I don’t approve.
As she turned to go back I set the coffee aside and pulled her. She promptly fell on my lap with a yelp. Then realizing my intention she locked her arms around my neck.
“What stops you from going with Kumar”
I saw her eyes glistening. “Can I” she asked like a small kid
“Of course my future Architect of America” I said with a peck on her cheek.
Her smile further broadening she said, “Thanks. I will go help Malathy to prepare lunch”. I whacked her sumptuous bottom as she got up. She turned again to me hugged me holding just my head to her tummy. Then I let her go.
Soon after lunch Kumar and Preethi left for go carting. I helped Malathy to tidy up the kitchen.
Malathy suddenly said, “Actually I don’t mind going. But I purposely stayed back”
Me, “Oh My God! Malathy, why you did that? I could have managed alone”
Malathy, “I wanted to spend some time with you. More importantly have a serious conversation”
Me, “About what?”
Malathy, “I have heard a lot about your keeping your cool even in the most adverse situations. Even then first promise me that you will not get mad at me”
Me, “My! That was a loaded preamble. Ok I promise to keep my cool”
Malathy then dropped a bomb-shell, “Kumar is trying to seduce Preethi to become his mistress. But my worry is that
Preethi is also showing interest”
I was dumbfounded to say the least.
Malathy then dropped a bomb-shell, “Kumar is trying to seduce Preethi to become his mistress. But my worry is that Preethi is showing interest in Kumar”
I was dumbfounded to say the least.
“Just what the hell do you mean?” I asked
Malathy started, “Let me explain. I don’t know if you know about Kumar’s sexual escapades”
“Yes. I have heard about them. I mean, in those days when I was in school and he was in college I have heard him discuss with his friends about boning some female or the other” I replied.
Malathy, “Well, he still continues”
“I am so sorry. That must be really hurting you” I tried consoling her.
Malathy, “Oh! I crossed that stage long back”
“But why do you tolerate him? What stops you from divorcing him citing infidelity. After all yours is marriage that took place in America. I am sure he will have to pay alimony through his nose” I queried.
Malathy, “Well, ours is a marriage of convenience. He is not a bad husband after all. His sexual needs are quite high and I am not able to satisfy him fully”
Me, “So you allow him to continue just because he can’t control himself?”
Malathy, “Though he wants to have sex with me. But I find it difficult”
Me, “Why?”
Malathy, “I find it difficult to accommodate him. You know what I mean”
Me, “So he is well endowed. But is there any difficulty in accommodating? Physically do you have any problem?”
Malathy, “Not at all. I am perfectly normal. It is Kumar who is abnormal”
Me, “What do you mean?”
Malathy, “If you say Kumar is well endowed, then it will be a gross understatement. He is very, very big downstairs”
Me, “Anyhow. I guess it is your personal life. I am upset about Kumar trying to seduce my wife. But what do you mean by Preethi is showing interest”
Malathy, “I think there are quite a few things you don’t know about your wife”
Me, “Like what?”
Malathy, “She has an immense sex drive and she is not fully satisfied”
Me, “What do you mean not fully satisfied?” In my mind I recollected last night.
Malathy, “Sorry for being blunt. It seems you don’t stay longer. I mean your penetration although she is highly appreciative of your oral prowess. Besides, your being away up to four nights a week leaves her starved”
Me, “She told you this?”
Malathy, “Remember last month around this time we all assembled at Vijay’s place? That evening you guys went out for a binge drinking session and ended up lying down with a huge hang-over most of the next day. We girls spent the time talking and ended up exchanging notes about our sex lives. In the group she didn’t open out much but only mentioned that you are not bad in bed. Then when I probed her alone further she confessed these details”
Me, “What makes you think Preethi is interested in Kumar’s stupid idea”
Malathy, “I didn’t say that she is interested in becoming Kumar’s mistress, which only time can tell. But she is definitely interested in getting complete sexual satisfaction”
Me, “What brought you to that conclusion?”
Malathy, “During that same discussion I had to share the details of my sex life with Kumar. When I described about Kumar’s size and staying power her eyes were wide as saucers. That gave me a hint about her appetite to get complete sexual satisfaction”
“You ladies discuss all this?” I asked incredulously.
Malathy, “You don’t know what else ladies are capable of discussing”
I kept quiet. My analytical and methodical mind started working as a problem to be solved. I love her so much I just could not admonish her. Agreed, I was away for four days a week and I was sure Preethi knows it is for her sake. But in those three days that I am with her I should not be leaving her dissatisfied. I have read somewhere that size of the organ really does not matter in pleasuring a woman. However, I found merit in what Malathy said about my staying power. Coming to think of it I realized my penetration never lasts more than 5 or 6 minutes. Also I realized on Friday nights after returning from my trip I hardly indulged in giving her oral pleasure and never focused on her reaching orgasm. Primarily due to my exhaustion. I felt bad that not once did Preethi complain.
Malathy, “So what are you going to do about it?”
Me, “Off hand. I don’t know. I guess I will talk to Preethi first”
Malathy, “Please don’t. You will spoil my relationship with her”
Me, “Of course I am not going to quote you”
Malathy, “Anand, your I.Q may be bordering genius as your friends claim. But please don’t think Preethi is dull”
Me, “Then you please advise me … “
Malathy, “First you see what you can do about those three nights you spend with her. Please don’t think she is going to start an illicit affair behind your back. She will be the last person to do it. Not just because she loves you so much. She is very particular about maintaining a clean image about herself. You must have noticed how she conducts herself in her college.”
Me,”O.k”
I didn’t want to continue that conversation. I reassured her that I will think it over and take positive steps.
I locked up in their study browsing the net on various sites that gives sexual advices. I found yoga is something that will help to improve staying power. In some other site a sex psychologist had given a nice article wherein he was mentioning about mind control while having sex and the objective being giving and taking pleasure. Yet another site talked about penetration positions. Then something else in some other site just hit right on my face. If I could swim 40 laps nonstop in a little over 45 minutes finishing the last ten butterfly style, maintaining my erection and pleasuring my wife as long as she wants should not really be a problem. I realized I need just have control over myself. I wanted to put to practice few of what I learned right at that night.
Towards evening Malathy came in with a cup of coffee. I quickly switched to some news site before she could see what I was browsing.
Malathy lingered. I thought Malathy was through advising me. But continued with something that completely threw me off balance.
“So what are you going to do about those four nights that you are away?” she asked in a concerned tone.
“I understand she is sex-starved as I am during my absence. But I think she will understand as she loves me as much as I love her” I replied in an almost apologetic manner.
“Forget for a moment about her suffering. Be selfish and think about fulfilling the hidden fantasies of yours” started Malathy in a cryptic manner.
“What fantasies?” I asked
“The first of the fantasies a man has is to see his wife being pleasured by someone else in a manner he cannot. The second one is to pleasure someone else’s wife in a manner her husband cannot. If you are keen you can realize both the fantasies”
“I don’t have such fantasies”
“Don’t just retort to my statement. Think coolly and deeply. I don’t have to teach you that. Then ask yourself if it will or not give you immense mental pleasure seeing your wife pleasured by a stud. Likewise, ask yourself about you pleasuring someone else’s wife.”
She didn’t elaborate further as we heard Kumar and Preethi entering the house.
Preethi just freshened herself up and we all sat together chatting up a bit about their go-carting. Preethi sounded quite thrilled. The she went away to help Malathy to get the dinner going while me and Kumar sat watching T.V.
After dinner when we retired Preethi went take a shower. I was lying completely rested the whole day. I was eager to try what I learnt today. I thought Preethi will be tired after the day’s outing. She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel which she promptly dropped as she came to the bed. She slid next to me and before I could react her hand had cupped my semi hard member. Never has Preethi started our love making session before. Now I realized that the hours she spent in proximity of Kumar and her knowledge about his sexual prowess is making her do it. I did not get disheartened. I started my love making as I normally do with lot of caresses and kisses. She started melting.
When I headed south she got up, pulled me to lie down and she headed towards my member. Then slowly climbed on me in a perfect woman on top 69 position. It was our first time. Though she had given me blow jobs before on my request, today she was doing on her own. When I started licking her vulva she started licking my member moaning slightly. When I homed in her clit she started sucking me. I recollected what I read today and held myself breathing deeply. She reached a shattering climax and slumped with her loin pressed hard on my face.
After she recovered looking at my continued hardness she turned around and straddled me. She started riding me as she usually does lifting just her thighs effortlessly ensuring herself a deep penetration. I guess often rubbing her G-spot. Also she was contracting her vaginal muscles to give me greater pleasure as she usually does. At the end of about 5 or 6 minutes her face started registering surprise and looked at me lovingly. I pulled her for a deep kiss and humped her from below as long as the kiss lasted. Lifting her head from the kiss she looked deeply in my eyes appreciating my continued humping. Her body started convulsing in another orgasm. Once again she slumped on me only this time face up.
I realized how easy it is to hold on without ejaculating in a hurry. I quickly flipped her on her back, lifted her legs angling it till I could penetrate as deep as possible. When I saw her wince I knew I had achieved the perfect position that suitable for her and my member. I have never bothered to do this before. Then I started pounding her with my balls slapping on her bottom producing a soft clapping sound. Another 5 minutes down the line I looked deeply in her eyes, kissed her and said in the most loving tone, “Honey, I am going to come. Come with me”. I increased my pace slightly. I never wanted to get frantic. She responded with equal enthusiasm. In a few minutes we both enjoyed a glorious orgasm simultaneously for the first time since we were married.
When we both recovered she just monopolized my body kissing me all over. Almost washing my body that was glistening with sweat with her saliva. I saw clock at the head board. Our session had lasted an hour from the start till then. I pulled her closer. Her physical tiredness took over. “Thank you. I love you so much” she murmured just before dozing off still almost lying on me flat. Slowly I nudged to side facing me.
Even in sleep she just clung to me. I felt I was at the top of the world.
The next day morning as promised Kumar and Malathy left us alone. They didn’t bother waking us up. When Preethi woke up I pulled her into the bathroom and into the shower. After soaping each other leisurely we stood under the shower. I could see her eyes widening at my continued erection and my not doing anything. Then without any foreplay I pushed her to the wall, lifted her holding her bottom. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around me and I homed in. I was surprised how wet she was. The session that started there continued in the bed. This time after almost 20 minutes of my penetration and two orgasms of hers we both hit the crescendo simultaneously.
Nuzzling in the bed against each other slowly she opened up,
“What happened?” she asked in an almost whispering tone. She normally feels very shy talking about sex.
“What happened?” I asked her back.
“You … were so good” she whispered back.
“You mean I was bad all along?” I kidded her. She didn’t reply. Simply she kissed my chest but insisted, “But, tell me what happened?”
“I did some reading and realized I was a jerk all along” I said
She giggled and hugged me tight.
I saw the deepest satisfaction in her face.
I knew that I have given her complete satisfaction.
But Malathy’s last statement kept coming back to me.
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