My Loving Wife Malti Ch. 02

"Are you already over the hump?" They joked as they sipped tea in their private corner.

"I am ready to settle down for the last time," he said.

"Another one bites the dust then," one of them remarked. They all laughed and moved on to another topic. Kishore bhai, who was usually loud and chatty, was unusually calm and quiet. He was no longer interested in the women from that gathering. The event always drew the pickiest of women, who were an eye-candy for such lechers and others who thought of themselves as decent men.

"What did you do to Kishore bhai?" When I had a chance to talk to Malti alone.

"He is calm, quiet, and composed, and he has lost interest in these women."

"Well, he now has a young, beautiful, and loving wife," she responded.

"However, does he deserve you? There are so many here who are far more deserving of you than he is," I said.

"Don't get me wrong," I joked, "I'm happy for him. Even on our wedding night, he deserved to mount you in my fantasies."

Malti smiled; she knew she had me wrapped around her little finger even before we married, but now she could make me dance whenever she wanted.

She sensually rolled her tongue in her mouth before whispering to me, "If you're wondering if I don't mind being crushed under his weight every single night; even multiple times a night, the answer is yes!"

"If you're wondering if I like his pungent body odor, the answer is yes, and if you're wondering if I'd kiss him every morning with his morning breath, the answer is yes!

"And I will continue to conceive from him until either of us dies or reaches menopause," she stated emphatically.

She was aware that she was informing me of disturbing news, with a strong emphasis on shocking me, so she clung to my hand and let it sink in. As some of the couples came in and said hello, she said, "You may think I am saying all of this because we are indebted to him."

"Even if your mother hadn't pushed me, I would have been sexually attracted to him. Even on the night of our wedding."

"Even if you weren't a cuckold, I would have conceived at least once, if not twice, from him."

"Don't feel bad," she said softly, "more than half of the men here don't deserve their pretty, young wives." Our society's delicate fabric has swept these issues under the rug. Only a few men are as honest as you."

It was fascinating to learn how Malti viewed our situation. She was liberal in her thinking, independent in her viewpoints, and possessed an abundance of courage in the face of any situation. Because a vanilla lifestyle was not her cup of tea, I inquired, "Would you have married him?" i.e. if he had proposed to you?"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head without thinking, wondering where it came from. She had never considered such a possibility and had no intention of doing so. I was relieved to hear this because I was worried that, based on their chemistry, she might abandon me for him.

"He had the potential to seduce me," she admitted.

"Before our wedding?"

She gave a nod.

"How much before?"

"3 years," she replied, "isn't that when we started going out?"

"But you decided to marry me only a year before our wedding," I remarked.

"Marriage and sex are not the same thing. I was ready for sex with you for the last three years," she explained.

"However, don't compare yourself to him," she cautioned.

"He is a charmer," she continued, "sizing up every woman he meets but focusing on the ones who are vulnerable to his advances."

"Like the ones who have been married for a few years and have lost their mojo but are still relatively young."

"With me, he started charming me right away," she continued, "but it was fleeting and casual. He only shifted gears when our relationship was on solid ground and we were seriously considering our future together."

"So, he could have been mounting you on a regular basis but we hadn't even kissed?"

She laughed and nodded. The crowd had begun to disperse, and someone suggested that we go out to a local food joint and grab something to eat. Some people chose to return, while others continued on their journey. Everyone left us alone because they knew we were a newlywed couple. We continued our conversation as we walked slowly towards the joint.

"How did you come to embrace this promiscuous lifestyle, Malti?" I inquired. We had discussed it earlier, but clearly neither of us had the courage to be completely honest with each other.

"Thoughts of a promiscuous lifestyle are quite recent, Sanjay," she responded, "they were not there when we first started going out and had not been there even when we got married."

"Having an affair and occasionally sleeping with him is not the same as what we are about to embark on. I am always available to him in this regard."

"About a year ago, I realized he didn't have the best intentions for me," she continued.

"It's one thing to look at someone and quite another to believe they have every right to court you."

"Once Mother told me about him, I realized why you two weren't protecting me from him."

"Women fall for such men who pursue them regardless of whether they are deserving or not. Kishore bhai was definitely in that category."

"Once I discovered your cuckolding tendencies, the writing was on the wall."

"If you've ever wondered how he got into bed with me despite all his flaws, it was because he thought and acted as if he deserved me, another man's wife."

We ran into Kishore bhai at the joint and he joined us; we spent a little time chit chatting about mundane things and then he suggested we go for a short walk to the Marine lines. Even though it was late, he summoned a taxi and we were soon on our way. Kishore bhai sat in the backseat with Malti, while I sat in the front. At every turn, he made it clear who was the alpha in our relationship. When he arrived, he directed me to pay the fare, exited the taxi with her, and began walking towards the farthest corner, leading Malti to some of the stones below. I trailed behind him as he confidently placed one hand on her waist and guided her down the stony path.

The sound of crashing sea waves had completely drowned out the background noise, and we were alone in the darkness. The glittering lights behind us illuminated the rocky path around us, but it didn't provide enough visibility beyond about 10 feet. He sat with her on one of the rocks overlooking the sea, holding her by the waist and sitting in close proximity to her. As I took a step back and faced them, his face was completely obscured by the darkness, but I could still see Malti. She appeared nervous but at ease in that position.

"Do you know what's going on?" he inquired. I couldn't understand what he was saying, so I remained silent. Malti avoided looking at me.

"As your neighborly stallion, I am serving your wife and assisting you with your bedroom duties. It doesn't appear that you have what it takes," he clarified.

"This is not unusual for me," he continued, "you know I have served a lot of women and it has never bothered their husbands; if anything, it has only benefited them."

"In this case, however, I have grown fond of her, and she sees the value in having a long-term relationship with me."

"Do you agree, Malti?" he asked, looking at her. She simply stared at him and offered her lips. He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her passionately. There was no pretense and no rush to finish it. It was completely natural and lasted about a minute.

"So, here are your options," he said confidently.

"You divorce her and she marries me," he said, pausing to gauge my reaction before adding, "or you stay married to her but accept that she is my woman and that I come first for her."

For the first time, I gulped the saliva and asked, "Malti, what would you like?"

She waited for his approval before speaking, then stated, "We have already begun this journey. We can coexist as mature adults. Can't we?"

He looked at me, waiting for my response. "I agree," I said, "You've been like a father figure to my family, so I think keeping it in the family makes sense."

"Of course it makes sense," he replied.

"You know I'm not husband material; you can handle those responsibilities as long as you understand and agree that she has another husband who is far more important sexually in this early stage of marriage."

"Do you understand?"

"She isn't looking for sex from you," he stated unequivocally.

"Your role is to be her partner, to emotionally bond with her, and to take care of all the household duties that a husband is responsible for. Of course, as a man, you are entitled to some sexual relief, which you will receive if you behave."

Kishore bhai was equally emphatic in communicating the new mode of operation to me as Malti was.

"Malti may jerk you off occasionally," he added, "but don't count on it; she has a lot of other responsibilities, so you may have to do it on your own a lot of the time."

"Do you agree?" he inquired. I gave a nod.

"I can't hear you," he said.

"I agree, Kishore bhai," I said.

"Didn't I tell you, Malti, he agrees?" he asked, smiling.

"Sit here," he said, indicating the spot next to her, and kissed her. I sat silently as my beloved wife kissed my next-door neighbor. It was a strange sensation. They ignored my presence and kissed for a long time, making me feel like a third wheel, which I was.

Malti turned to me and softly kissed my cheek, breaking the kiss. She then nibbled on my earlobe and said, "Dreamt about being his cuckold, didn't you? You are now!"

"Tell him what I need as fees, Malti," he said.

She looked at him with a glum expression and said to me, "he expects cuckold husbands to give him a blow job as a token of appreciation - on a regular basis."

"What?"

He had moved away to give us a private moment to talk about it. That thought had crossed my mind, but I couldn't have lived it because I wasn't gay.

"I am not gay," I protested to her.

"Neither is he," she reasoned, "it's his method of establishing pecking order."

"Please don't cause a scene, Sanjay," she wailed.

"I persuaded him to let me assist you by taking part in it."

"But I don't like it, and I can't do it; I certainly can't keep doing it," I replied.

"Once he realizes you will never question his authority, he will stop. "Believe in me," she said.

When she realized I had resigned, she called him back and asked him to take a seat. "He is not gay and derives no pleasure from such an act, but he understands the purpose behind it - putting him in his place, so he will cooperate but would require my assistance," she explained.

She invited me to join her on her knees in front of him. I knelt in front of him, reluctantly.

"Open the zipper," she said softly to me.

"Remember, this gives your wife heavenly pleasure," she said as she led my hands to the zipper and pulled down. Kishore bhai unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down.

The pungent smell that my wife was such a fan of hit me and turned me off but she pushed my head forward and pushed down his underwear with another hand. His large specimen was almost erect.

"By pleasuring him," she whispered,"you are admitting that he is the real man in our relationship."

He took a step back as soon as my lips were close to his penis and I detected the strong stench of his piss. Malti leaned forward, taking his penis in her mouth. She drew him in and bobbed her head up and down on his genitalia. She took my hand to the base of his penis, and I realized for the first time that he was a truly gifted stallion. It was as thick as her wrist, and I double-checked by holding her wrist and comparing them. After about a minute, she drew me in and kissed me passionately. After a few moments, this thick penis began probing our lips and eventually made its way between them. Malti had a firm grip on me, so I had no choice but to continue kissing his thick penis as she did.

She pushed him back, allowing him to sit on the rock, and began sucking on his testicles. After a minute or so, she kissed me again, then proceeded to lick his anus and kissed me again.

We returned shortly after. It was 2:00 a.m.; there was no pretense, and we both entered his room with the explicit intent of sleeping there. The two Divans were assembled in the shape of a single bed with the clear intention of sleeping two people on the bed. "Today is my wedding night with your wife," he said. Make the bed for me."

He motioned to some new bed sheets and flower petals, which he intended to sprinkle on the bed in accordance with tradition. Despite the fact that I did not have that privileged experience, I obliged him. Malti freshened up in the bathroom and he sat on the balcony.

"You can sleep here," he said, "but remember this is not a party for you; if I catch you watching us, you will have to finish your blowjob this time."

He tossed me a black eye pad to cover my eyes and block out the light.

"Now get your wife here," he said.

Malti was brushing her teeth in the other room and quickly rinsed her mouth before grabbing my head and asking, "Is this good?"

I had told her that mouth fresheners were obsolete and that mouthwash was far too clinical. The best way was to keep one's tongue clean and to brush one's teeth twice a day. She was simply ensuring that her breath was clean but not clinical.

"Could you please smell if that is clean as well?" she inquired. I knelt and sniffed my wife's vagina. She had cleaned herself, and she appeared to be relatively clean.

She had her scarf over her face and asked me to lead her into another room.

"Wish you had done this on our first night," she said quietly.

Despite the fact that he had mounted her several times, the allure of the first night remained. I wondered if she would have entertained such a thought on our wedding night. Not just having sex, but the entire ordeal. I had a feeling her answer would be a yes, but I wasn't certain.

I led her to the bed and summoned Kishore bhai. He took a couple of cotton balls from the cupboard and told me to plug my ears as well. What was the point of my remaining in the room, I wondered, but didn't argue.

I slept at my place, which was a little south of where I was on movie night. I was careful not to completely block my ears, as I did want to overhear them. It was very dark with the pad over my eyes. As he climbed on top of the bed, the divan creaked. What follows is my own perception and, to a lesser extent, what Malti later confirmed. As you may have guessed, she generally refused to discuss anything that happened between him and her, claiming that "a cuckold has a fertile imagination and can rarely tell the difference between reality and fantasy."

She was still fully dressed for the occasion, so when he lifted the veil to see her face, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Gorgeous!"

They may have kissed briefly before he began assisting her in removing jewelry.

"You are absolutely stunning, Malti. What made you marry him? You could have gotten someone much better."

The more her clothes came off, the more I heard him repeat himself in various ways. I hadn't seen Malti fully naked, so Kishore bhai was about to get his chance if he hadn't already.

"You are the priciest statue of Khajuraho; it appears your sculptor took time and care while sculpting you," he whispered after gazing at her naked body for several minutes.

She laughed and said quietly, "It took such a long time to appreciate my beauty."

"You were too preoccupied with conquering," she added.

After that, they kissed and made love. For me, it was a rather lengthy ordeal, possibly lasting an hour. During this episode, Malti was very vocal, as was Kishore bhai, who aggressively pumped her. Aside from his large tool, he was extremely talented in how he used it. Not to mention his stamina and overall athleticism. Throughout the episode, he stroked her for nearly 40 minutes. Even if I could last that long, it would have been difficult for me to do it.

Malti did not return to me, but slept on the bed with him. They had another round a couple of hours later, which was shorter, perhaps another 30 minutes or so, and this time she returned to me. She made out with me, and the combination of our foul breaths and his sperm was so potent that I stiffened in seconds and ejaculated in a minute.

"This is why you need him to mount your wife - with such small equipment and no staying power, you could never have pleased me," she explained.

We left shortly after that and went to sleep in our room. My mother didn't arrive until late in the morning, allowing us to catch up on sleep. We were both high, so we didn't need as much rest or sleep. The next morning, seeing Malti's contented but slightly tired face convinced me that we had made the right decision. The entire Navratri passed in a similar fashion, and it appeared as if my mother was getting a sense of what was going on.

Fireworks became more intense as Malti's Diwali vacation began soon after Navratri ended. Every afternoon, Kishore bhai mounted her with complete impunity. My mother's presence in the other room, as well as the locked metal door, provided them with the privacy they required. Kishore bhai began mounting her three times per day, each session lasting about an hour. Malti was having exactly the kind of sex she needed and deserved.

Her friends from the building noticed her fancy ankles and beautiful toe rings around Diwali. They were all gathered in our room, inspecting some of our most recent purchases. Kishore bhai had bought a nose ring in the South Indian style, as well as matching earrings. They were simple designs that complemented her face and were intended to be worn on a daily basis. She replaced my small earrings with these, which were more delicate and meant to be worn on special occasions. I purchased a better mangalsutra for her because her current one was thin and fragile. Given the rough play she was engaging in with Kishore bhai on a daily basis, they would not have lasted long.

In addition, I had purchased a gold chain for her with a lovely heart-shaped pendant with a diamond in the center. The two heart lines from above seemed to be holding the diamond in place while it rested at the bottom of the heart. From one angle, it appeared to be the letter "K," with the diamond placed where the two lines of the "K" met the vertical line. The overall heart could be interpreted as her womb, with the other lines representing Kishore bhai's penis and the diamond representing his seed growing in her womb. She recognized the analogy and appreciated my forethought. Fortunately, no one else had such a vivid imagination and thus couldn't read it any other way than through my love for her.

Her friends were impressed and lavished her with praise. They bemoaned the fact that her husbands were not wealthy enough to afford such frills. They were particularly taken with her toe ring, which featured a cuckoo bird as a reminder of my cuckold status. As they lamented their misfortune, I remarked, "Not everyone is as beautiful as she is, and not everyone can be such an understanding and loving husband."

Another special occasion that was celebrated with zeal was Diwali. The large open area between the buildings was cleared for some sort of pooja (a ritualistic way of worshiping god), and we had the honor of performing it because we were the newly married couple in the building. Malti was required to fast for the entire day and abstain from sexual activity. We finished our pooja duties by 10:00 p.m., and then the card games began. It was a family tradition for even women to play cards. We weren't very good at it, so we avoided them. Malti tried a few hands but quickly gave up. Kishore bhai was an expert at the game, but he excused himself around 12:00 a.m., claiming that he wasn't feeling well.