My Indian Slut Wife Vidya Ch. 12

For Vidya's part, all she had to do was make sure to tell Balachandra to visit at a time when she wasn't servicing my boss Mr. Sarun. In that way, she kept her two lovers unaware of each other.

"Do you know why he is coming into town, dear?" I asked.

Vidya shrugged.

"I think it's his company." She said, furrowing her brow. "You know he bought that company - Radin Q Security - sometime ago. 3 years ago, I think. With all his savings. They have some contract or something - he said - that he needs to sign."

Ah, yes. Radin Q Security. One of our small competitors, I thought to myself. While our companies had high tech security and devices for big companies and institutions, Radin Q Security, and many other small players, vied for event security.

Then again, I am sure Balachandra loves coming into town, just to be with my wife; and Sheetal was just the bonus. It's the sweetest conquest for any older man. That me - the husband married to such a bombshell - stay in my office, or in the guest room, wanking away, knowing he's giving my wife what she craves. This was the satisfaction real men enjoy. A satisfaction my wife also craves.

"Right now," Vidya was now patting my cheeks. "Mama is here. And it will be difficult for me to visit and stay over at Sheetal's without her noticing. And I really do want to spend some time with Balachandraji. He might come over and sleep here too."

"Yes, honey." I replied, before I thought of something. "Er ... darling... right now Mummy is sleeping the guestroom. If Balachandra comes here and you are in the master bedroom with him ... do I go to the servants' quarters?"

Vidya laughed and raised her hand.

SLAP!

It was a hard and sharp smack.

"You are the best cuckold husband anyone could want, darling." She grinned, rubbing my cheek where she had just slapped me. "And yes, just like when Narges is here, you sleep in the servants' quarters, so too will you when Balachandraji is here. Are you happy?"

She slapped me again.

SLAP!

"I am happy when you are happy, my love." I earnestly replied. "And if that means you visiting Balachandra, or him coming here, I am ok with it."

"Balachandraji." Vidya grinned. "Yes, of course you are OK with it."

SLAP!

"I don't 'visit' him darling. I get fucked by him."

SLAP!

"And just like me getting fucked by Mr. Sarun and his gang, on a boat all day, you are all for it too."

SLAP!

Vidya slapped me again and again, hard.

SLAP!

"I did used to wonder, before, whether you truly love me." She said, patting my cheeks. "You were letting me sleep with all these men, and if I really had any place in your heart."

SLAP!

"But now I see that this comes out of your love."

SLAP!

"Yes, my dear. I really love you."

Also, for an unexplained reason, I thought, I really get aroused when I see you with another man. Or men.

"My lovers are all horny men who love fucking a married woman." Vidya smiled at me. "And I love to fuck them. The fact that I do this with your encouragement makes it so much better. Of course, they are much more skilled than you in bed."

SLAP!

"Yes, my love."

"Of course, you know how to use your tongue." My wife grinned. "You fuck me with your tongue the way they fuck me with their big cocks. Both give me great pleasure, but the difference is that they fuck me with a man's cock. You fuck me with a cuckold's tongue."

SLAP!

"Today," Vidya continued, "I must tell Mama the truth about our marriage. I know she suspects, perhaps, but hasn't said anything."

I waited for another slap, but Vidya had a slight grin on her face.

"Do you know why I slap you, my dear?"

"Er ... it's because I am a cuckold, my love." I answered.

"Correct. You have a little dick that cannot satisfy me completely, so I need to commit adultery to get that sexual satisfaction. It is your fault I am an adulteress. Your fault!"

Vidya then slapped me twice in quick succession.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Not to mention the fact that you get aroused and enjoy it when the love of your life is getting used as a cum dump by other men."

"Yes, dear. I am sorry, dear."

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Kiss my feet again, babe."

Once more I bent down and paid homage to my wife's beautiful, manicured feet.

"This afternoon," Vidya told me, "When I discuss our marriage with Mama, and you being a cuckold, I will snap my fingers. Immediately I want you to bend down and kiss my feet. Again, this time in front of my mother. Is that understood?"

I gulped.

"Yes, dear."

I was slapped twice more. Lately I noticed that I am being slapped more and more by my wife.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Vidya got up.

"Your new clothes are in the hanger in the closet, darling." She stated. "Please wear the new shirt and trousers I got for you the other day from Timmy Hilfiger."

"Yes, dear."

"Remember that today, after lunch," Vidya announced, "I will tell Mama everything. EVERY thing."

"Yes, my love. Whatever you decide is best, my darling."

And thus, here we were.

Clearing the tables was easy and quick. The dishwasher was already empty, so I placed all the dirty dishes and plates in there. Meanwhile Vidya had started a fresh kettle for the tea and packed away the leftovers in the fridge. Soon the water was boiling.

"Ready, darling?" Vidya turned to me, as she prepared the tea. I noticed there were two cups - just for her and Poonam. "It is now time to tell Mama everything."

"Honey." I asked in a small voice. "Do I really have to bend down and kiss your feet? In front of your mother?"

Vidya smiled.

"My love. You will have to submit yourself completely to me. And now that my mother will now, you have to do that in front of my mother. Soon, I want you to submit to my mother as well. As you can see ... she is a widow. She has ... needs. I am going to tell her ... that you will be ... servicing her. I don't know what she will have in mind, but I am sure you will be sucking ass soon. Her ass."

I gulped.

"I understand, my love. Whatever you, and your mother, decide, my dear. But ... darling ... serve her? What shall I do?"

Vidya grinned.

"Everything, my love. Everything."

"Er ... everything?" I again clarified.

Vidya looked at me.

"My love." She spoke softly. "There is just no one better at licking pussy than you. I am telling you this, despite having my pussy licked by so many men. I swear upon it."

"Er ... yes, dear."

This wasn't the first time I had been told by her that I lick pussy like no other man can. And every time I do, I can see her melting away. At least I was good at something.

"Other guys are much more hung and fuck me so good but by God, your tongue is amazing." My wife continued. "You do it well. And you will start on that with my mother, when she asks. I know she would love a good cunt licking."

"Er ... yes, dear."

"And then ... on to other things. Now, follow me."

Like a dog, I faithfully followed my wife into the living room. Poonam was already there, remote in her hand, going through our movie library.

"Mama." Vidya suddenly announced, placing the tea on a table. "As I said, I have something to tell you. I will tell you in private."

As Poonam looked on, somewhat surprised, and a little worried, Vidya turned to me and snapped her fingers.

Time seemed to have paused.

Slowly, almost in slow motion, I knelt down on the floor, and then bent over and prostrated on my hands and knees. I lowered my face until my lips touched my wife's feet.

As my mother-in-law watched in silence, her mouth open in shock and surprise, I kissed my wife's feet, her ankle and her toes. Then I got up and stood up, my eyes cast on the floor, unable to meet her gaze. Or my mother-in-law's.

"Darling." Vidya gave me a sweet smile, and then snapped her fingers. "Please leave us alone for now."

"Yes, dear."

"Close the door on your way out. Remain standing outside this door. I don't want you to go anywhere. I will call you back in after I had a discussion with Mama."

"Yes, dear."

* * *

I stood there for close to half an hour, wondering what Vidya would be telling her mother Poonam. Finally, unable to tolerate the suspense anymore, I took out my cell phone.

I had promised myself I wouldn't do this, but I needed to know. Quickly going through my apps, I switched on the camera app, and selected one of the cameras hidden in the living room.

"... with you, it's different." Vidya was saying.

Huh? Poonam? What is different ... with Poonam? I noticed my mother-in-law give Vidya a bemused smile.

"Thanks darling, for thinking about me." She replied. "But I am more interested in those men that are fucking you."

Vidya laughed.

"Which one? Sirjee aka Mr. Sarun? Or Balachandraji?"

"Which one you said is coming tomorrow?"

"Oh ... Balachandraji. By the way, Mama, he said he never had a mother and daughter at the same time!"

I saw Poonam blush. Even Vidya blushed after a bit, as they both realized the consequence of what they were joking about.

... never had a mother and daughter at the same time ...

I also realized what this meant.

Balachandra has been told that I know he is fucking Vidya. So now one more man - another lover of Vidya other than Mr. Sarun - knew that I was a cuckold. With those videos of Vidya now probably floating around in Whatsapp groups, I wonder by this time how many more people already knew about me being a cuckold. Especially people that I knew.

Poonam then leaned in.

"Beti." She said lovingly. "I know it's all fun and games now for you, and maybe jamai babu, but have you thought of what will happen to your marriage in the long term?"

"My husband is really the best husband in the world." Vidya declared. "I told you, Mama, he loves me. He likes it when ... I am with ... these other men. You should see him! He gets aroused when ... he is ... humiliated. Mr. Sarun was scolding him, taunting him, all the while with his dick buried inside me ... in front of Rajesh. And I could see my husband was ... aroused."

"Yes, for now." Poonam reflected. "But what will happen later when jamai babu wants a family? Will he still be the same?"

Vidya was silent.

"I think ... Mama ... there's still a bit of time for that. I know ... I also thought about starting a family. Maybe ... in about a year or so."

"Is jamai babu capable?" Poonam suddenly asked. "We know he has a very small penis."

I realized I was blushing as I heard my mother-in-law question my manhood.

"Oh, yes!" Vidya laughed. "I know he has a small dick, but he's up to the job. I know ... I had his sperm tested in our first year of marriage. He is quite capable of being a father."

Um ... when did Vidya test my sperm? And how?

"That's good to know." Poonam heaved a sigh of relief. "I like him, despite his ... er ... limitations. He's a good man. He loves you, and is polite to everyone in our family, and he is always so shy around me!"

"You will have to fix that." Vidya grinned. "His shyness around you. I thought at first he has a crush on you, but he is shy around ALL beautiful women."

"Oh, don't worry." Poonam grinned. "His shyness around me will be gone the moment I have him kiss and lick my gaand."

Both mother and daughter burst out laughing.

"I have told him that I want him to start servicing you also, and you will be his mistress, and he your slave." Vidya said. "And ah, yes, your gaand. We both love to tease him, and I know he is attracted to your big gaand!"

"Ah, my gaand." Poonam smiled. "First D'Souza fondles it, and now I will have my jamai babu lick it! Kiss it. Suck it."

"About starting a family," Vidya suddenly became a little serious. "You know, Mr. Sarun did seriously make me an offer. He wants to 'breed me', in his words. He wanted me to go off the pill and get impregnated by him. Our child will carry my husband's name, but Mr. Sarun will pay for everything. Mr. Sarun was very enthusiastic about it, and he thought I would be too. He was very surprised when I said I will think about it. He had almost assumed I would be in for it."

There was a bit of silence as Poonam digested this news.

"And what does jamai babu think about this 'offer'? Did you tell him?"

"I did. He was, of course, as expected, shocked with this. And I think this ... will be a step too far ... for him ... for us. He seems ok with me and other men ... but only as far as sex. I guess he is ok as long as they are only fucking me, but not impregnating me."

"So why did Mr. Sarun make this offer to you?" Poonam was curious.

"I know why Mr. Sarun wants this." Vidya replied thoughtfully. "At first, when he first started to fuck me, it was about 'conquering' me. He was banging yet another married woman. One more wife had submitted to him. I know there's a lot of employees in his US branch whose wives have been seduced by him, and who come to him. Often with their husband's knowledge. The man loves to fuck married women."

"But now ..." Poonam prompted.

"But now ... it has become more about domination. Domination of me. Domination of Rajesh."

Vidya leaned in as she continued.

"He loves to humiliate my husband even as he is having sex with me. You should have seen him when we were at that resort. Scolding my husband, degrading him, even as his own dick was inside me, making me cum. It was not enough that I was hopelessly taking his name as he was fucking me, or cumming inside me. He was scolding my husband and humiliating him in my presence."

"For Mr. Sarun, it's now about total control. Total control of us as a couple - we are his slaves, and he is our master. If I become pregnant via him, it will give Mr. Sarun not just a big thrill to have another man's wife carry his child, but also total power over us."

"And ... what do you think of it?" Poonam pressed Vidya. "I know you are drawn to power, and powerful men, but this ... seems a bit too far."

"You know, Mama," Vidya replied after a moment. "I really love my husband. When it comes to a child, I want a child, but only with Rajesh. All this fucking around ... this is just temporary. Eventually, even I don't want all this."

There was a brief pause after this statement of hers.

"Good for you." Poonam said. "By the way, I need to tell you something. I have some experience, as I said, with this sort of lifestyle. Before I met your father, I used to go out with someone ... who was ... like this."

I raised an eyebrow as I watched the exchange on my phone. Suddenly, something about the way my mother-in-law Poonam was detailing her experience with a cuckold didn't make sense.

"I know, Mama." Vidya did not seem to give it much thought though. "You told me before about your cuckold boyfriend. But it's different when it's your boyfriend, than when it's your husband. Rajesh ... is married to me. He loves me. And I love him too."

"You keep saying that." Poonam replied. "And I say yes. He does love you. Jamai babu is deeply in love with you. And you say you love him. But ... you also must ask ... he is a man. Despite ... his ... short comings."

"Shortcomings." Suddenly Vidya saw the funny side in that word. "Mama, you are funny."

Both the ladies shared a small laugh.

"OK, let me give some practical advice for now." Poonam tried to switch topics. "You said you are in charge of this marriage."

"Yes, Mama." Vidya was confident. "You saw how he immediately bent down and kissed my feet when I snapped my fingers. Even in front of you."

"Hmm." Poonam was non-committal. "That is just ... it is also thrilling for him to submit. So, in reality, he is only doing what he wants to. To be honest, his act of giving you control thrills him, so he has done that. By giving UP the control, he is still in charge. What you must remember is ... HE is the cuckold, and he is your cuckold husband, so you MUST be the one in charge. Learn to always take control. This can take time to master, but the more you do it the easier it will become. Eventually it will become very enjoyable and second nature, even to him."

"Er ... Mama." Vidya seemed a bit confused. "Why are you worrying? Even before we started this ... arrangement ... you know how much he used to listen to me."

This time Poonam did not say anything. She knew what Vidya was saying was true. In our marriage, it was my wife who wore the proverbial pants. She would say sit, I would sit. She would say stand, I would stand.

"Yes, I was always amazed as to how obedient jamai babu was, Vidya." Poonam finally stated to her daughter. "Unlike other Indian men who might be chauvinistic or have an ego when it came to listening to their wives, Rajesh humbly does whatever you ask of him."

"Yes, mama." Vidya replied. She was smiling triumphantly. "Rajesh simply adores me. And I really do love him. I feel so grateful to him. For being secure enough in our love and sharing me with another man. Or men. To me - that's real manliness! He has the confidence that I won't leave him, even if I lay with another man. Or men."

"Now that's a phrase I haven't heard in a while. 'Lay with another man'. Let me ask you, Vidya. How often do you have sex?" Poonam suddenly asked.

As Vidya looked on, Poonam reiterated, "With jamai babu? I don't mean your other lovers. How often do you have sex with Rajesh?"

"Oh... often, Mama." Vidya grinned. "I never withhold sex from him. You know I don't believe that type of feminist bullshit. If he wants, I give. I would say at least two to three times a week. Of course, he doesn't ... er ... last long. Which ... in a way ... is good."

"It's good to give to your husband also. Even if it's a quickie." Poonam laughed and seemed to give a nod of appreciation. "We are Indians. Contrary to what you may read online about this lifestyle, sex with your cuckold is perfectly fine during times when you're not seeing other men. And about him not lasting long ... you have your lovers for that."

"I do feel bad when I have my lovers over." Vidya confessed. "That full week - poor Rajesh. He can only masturbate his frustrations then."

"That's fine." Poonam dismissed Vidya's point. "He is a cuckold, so he will understand. When you are with another man, THEY should be the primary source of your sexual satisfaction. Your husband's involvement should occur primarily AFTER your encounters with other men."

"You really do seem to know a lot about this lifestyle, Mama. I was anticipating a hard conversation, even though I know how progressive you are. You know, Mama." Vidya grinned slightly. "When I have sex with your jamai babu, after one of those weeks, and I want him to cum quickly, I take Sirjee's name. Or Balachandraji's. I tell Rajesh how much I prefer them, because he cannot penetrate me deep enough. It makes him so aroused that he cannot control himself. Poor man! He ends up ejaculating in seconds!"

I found it amazing how calmly Poonam was taking all of this. It must help that she had experience with this type of relationship, as she had said to Vidya. I couldn't imagine a normal Indian mother to be this accepting. My mother-in-law, and my wife - both were unique ladies in their own way.

Poonam and Vidya were less mother and daughter, and more of friends and sisters. I had once asked Vidya how she was so free with Poonam.