I began to kiss her feet, pressing my lips to each toe and sucking at her ankle. Then she pointed at her waist. I placed my lips on her navel, slowly flicking my tongue into her belly button. Then Vidya grabbed me by the ear and pulled me up to her side. We hugged and kissed passionately, before cuddling and lying down beside each other.
Vidya kept slowly fondling my emasculated manhood.
“You have a nice little penis.” She told me, gently leaning over and kissing the tip.
“Thank you, darling.” I replied. What could I say? My penis belonged to her, and her alone. Yet her vagina wasn’t mine exclusively.
“Darling.” Vidya slowly exhaled. “Remember that night, when YOU asked me to cuckold you?”
I pretended to not understand what she was saying.
“Er … what night? What cuckolding?”
SLAP!
Vidya’s tight slap and her impish grin broke my resolved. I feebly smiled back.
“Yes, I remember.” I slowly nodded. Vidya gave me a kiss.
“You were right, you know, darling.” She said. “I needed a big cock. I needed the pleasure of a manly cock.”
“Er, what are you saying, darling?”
Vidya took a deep breath.
“I have been having an affair, Rajesh.” She told me point blank. “It’s our neighbor who has invited us tomorrow. Balachandraji.”
I looked at her. I wanted to pretend to be surprised. To be shocked. Instead, suddenly, I erupted.
“HIM?!! Why him?” I suddenly burst out. I certainly couldn’t comprehend the fact. “When I told you to take some lovers, darling, I never thought you would go for an OLD guy.”
“Honey.” Vidya replied with an impatient tone in her voice. “You don’t have the right to tell me who my lover should be. I get to decide that.”
Her voice and tone immediately deflated my anger.
“I am sorry, darling.” I answered, abashed. “Please forgive me. But … but … Balachandra? And when? When did you start? How did this all begin?”
“I will tell you.” Vidya began to rub my manhood, which was now quite hard. “Do you want me stroke this little penis of yours while I tell you, darling? To tell you of my story with a REAL cock, sweetie?”
“Er … yes, dear.”
“As to why I fucked this older man … Balchandraji brings me to orgasms … note the plural … when he fucks me. Something you can’t do, darling.”
“But … but … he’s so old, dear.”
“Age isn’t the only thing.” Vidya responded. “With Balchandraji, it’s different. He brings me to heights of passion in some ways that others did not. Yes, it would be different with a young man, I agree, but Balchandraji is good in his own style.”
“I …” I paused, and then asked a question whose answer I already knew. “Was he bigger than me, dear?”
“Of course!” Vidya smiled. “Why do you ask such silly questions, honey?”
I was quiet. I felt like I had no arguments left. Vidya leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on my cheeks. She sensed my excitement building and grinned as she stopped rubbing me. “You are a good little cuck boy.”
“Er … thank you, darling.”
“But,” Vidya continued, “You will be glad to know it’s over.”
“Oh.” Now this I didn’t expect. “It’s over? When did it begin?”