As I laid back and caught my breath back, Vidya hugged me tightly and whispered, “That scene always makes you so hot, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” I admitted. “The way he used you, and ripped you apart with his huge prick, and you begged for more; I loved watching that part.”
Vidya nodded. “Darling, he used your wife like a real man – something you can never do. It’s bound to turn someone like you on.”
Someone like me. I knew what Vidya meant by that. A cuckold.
Vidya had never cheated on me – except that one time. It was six months ago, and it was with my (former) boss Gaurav. It had been a one-off situation where she had to go to bed with him to save my job. For a week she had been his sex toy, fucked in every hole and used in every way sexually as possible. I had kept my job. Now Gaurav was gone, and I was promoted at work, and it had all turned out well.
I then blurted out something that I would soon regret.
“Vidya, sweetheart, I would love to watch you again with someone.”
Shit! I thought, what am I saying?
We both knew that the idea of someone else fucking my wife turns me on. But, save for a desperate situation with Gaurav, Vidya has never cheated on me, and now I was telling her I would love to see her screw around with another man, where there was no need to do so.
For a minute, Vidya was quiet. Was she angry?
“Are you … sure?” She finally asked. She wasn’t angry! I thought I detected a curious (and hopeful?) tone in her voice.
“I …” I decided to come clean to Vidya. That was one of the advantages of being a submissive husband. I could tell her any time what’s on my mind. I didn’t have any ego or false bravado to live up to – Vidya knew I was no macho man and I didn’t have to pretend. I could just surrender to her completely, and let her make the decisions. It was very liberating.
“You know I love you completely, Vidya.” I told her, as she nodded and kissed me in acknowledgement. “I could never bear the loss of losing you; of not having you in my life. But sometimes, when I think of what Gaurav did to you, that whole week, and sometimes, when you tell me about your previous boyfriends, I really … have this urgent desire… I don’t know why … I want to see you again with … another man.”
“I see.” Vidya had now taken my flaccid member in her hand and was gently rubbing it, knowing I was now in a vulnerable position. “Go on, my dearest.”
“So I was thinking, if you … if you … did it with someone …”
“Darling!” Vidya interrupted me. “Do you even realize what you are saying? I mean, I understand the video got you all horny and all, but WHAT THE FUCK! I am YOUR WIFE!”
“Forget it.” I realized it was a bad idea, seeing Vidya’s anger. “Please forgive me. I don’t know what came over me.”
“When I married you,” Vidya said, still somewhat angry, “I knew what I was getting into. And I love you and I love the idea of being married to you. Other men loved me for my body, but you love me for me. And you want to see me happy, and that makes me love you even more, darling. Now why would you want me to be unfaithful to you?”
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