I was lucky, very lucky. To an author whose desire is to probe the nooks and corners of human sexual practices nothing better can happen than finding in the corner of the attic of his newly purchased house a small wooden box containing a rolled up manuscript of the sexual history of the former owners. The question of whether it was correct on his part to have read the story is irrelevant for no way could he have stopped reading it once he had started. A week later the couple who sold the house appeared. They said they have come to recover a box they had left in the attic. They took it and went away. Knowing their history the author scrutinised them carefully, and had to admit that he have never seen a happier and better adjusted couple.
The lady must have written her story. She had apparently written it whenever she was in a mood for it. Some were on formal note paper, some on the back of typed sheets, and some even on the space available on envelopes. She had connected them all together in proper order with that celebrated device of sub-continent bureaucrats, the Indian tag.
Other than adding a few missing punctuation marks the author has made no changes.
My story is very strange. I love and cherish my husband as much as I would my baby, and I am absolutely faithful to him. But when you read my experiences you would call me an untruthful slut, and a disgrace to womankind. I have no doubt of the purity of my actions. Please read with an open mind. In matters concerning sex the world at large is very narrow minded. Please do not classify sexual practices as good and bad. Anything between consenting adults that does not harm others is good. Strange my story may appear to be, but I know from the reading of literature that my husband and I belong to a type that is by no means unique or even rare. The variations in human sexual behaviour are so wide that niches are there for even the most bizarre.
I came to the U.S. with my parents when I was ten years old. My parents were both doctors. They passed away under tragic circumstances five weeks after my marriage. I have a brother who is three years my junior. My school years I spent in New York. When I was twenty my parents arranged a match for me to an Indian born in America. My husband and I live in Edison NJ, a town that teems with Indians. We have a son aged four. I am 27 years old and my husband thirty.
One weekend my brother, a bachelor, who lives and works in Buffalo NY, came on a weekend visit. He stayed overnight and left in the afternoon. That evening after supper the following very significant conversation ensued.
“Your low necked blouse turned Sunil inside out,” said my husband Brij. His name is Brijesh.
“I did not notice any change in my brother let alone ‘turning him inside out’. Why do you say that?”
“He had an erection almost the whole afternoon. Not good to have so much blood sequestered in that organ. His organ, as you might have observed, is large.” Sunil is six footer. I laughed. Incidentally it is not unusual for us to talk this way of sexual matters. “His eyes,” continued my husband, “were darting constantly at your deep valley.”
“Is it bad?”
“By no means. It is natural, and in my opinion quite proper even between brother and sister. You seemed to get excited too in exhibiting. That again I hasten to add is proper even between brother and sister.”
“I feel you have something to say; please do so without padding around,” I said.
“I have a problem.”
“With me. A serious one. I am having this desire for a long time now, and I feel that I have to do something about it.”
“Is there something I can do to help?”
“You and you alone can help me.”
“Then tell me. You should have much earlier.” He hesitated for a while and then he spoke.”
“I want to see another man have sex with you,” he said. I jolted back. “Surprised?”
“Of course I am surprised. Let me get this clear. You want me to commit adultery, and while I am at it you want to be an observer.”
“Adultery is too big a word, but anyway that’s right.”
“Are you OK Brij?”
“Of course I am. May I point out that many men have that desire. Have you seen these voyeur sites?
“I have. I know you never miss a daily dose of it.”
“I do. You would have noticed that many of the women pictured in various stages of nudity are the wives of men who have posted those photos.”
“You want me to pose?”
“No. I want more than that. If you read the comments of the readers many are appreciative of the bodies but some make crudely worded requests for sex with the woman. I am sure that this is what many of these husbands want. I believe in some cases it leads to email exchanges and eventually to live action. What I am trying to say is that my desire is a fairly common one. Why that questioning look?”
“What has Sunil’s erection to do with all this?”
“It has,” he said. I got a suspicion. It was so unlikely that I did not think it possible. But I had to probe.
“Have you a specific man in mind for this…eh exercise? I strongly suspect you have.”
“Brij you have most definitely taken leave of your senses.”
“I’ll prove to you that I am in full possession my mental faculties. Let me tell you more. But first you must be totally honest with your replies; totally. Promise?”
“Sunil often figures in your sexual fantasies,” he said. I hesitated then I replied.
“Then why not?”
“Why not what?”
“Have sex with him.”
“My blood brother?”
“Do you know that stats show that 99 percent of brothers and sisters have sexual fantasies involving the other, and 18 percent of brothers and sisters engage in sexual activity, like passionate hugging, kissing, fondling, and mutual masturbation and not very uncommonly penetrative sex.”
“But that is incest.”
“Look here Preeti, these are days of space travel and cloning and even species creation. In this age sex practices alone remain bogged down in concepts that are three thousand years old. Now that science has detached pregnancy from sex mankind has to take steps to achieve the sexual ideal.”
“What is that ideal?
“That sex between consenting adults is proper.”
“Man and man?
“Yes, and woman and woman.”
“None at all.”
“Father and daughter?”
“From time immemorial the father has been the first fantasy object for girls.”
“Mother and son?”
“You tell me what is better for a deserted woman, some sex ravaged stranger having sex with her, or her loving son?” I did not respond. “I am not pressing for an answer,” he continued, “take your time.”
Brij was correct with regard to my father and Sunil. My father was my first fantasy object. I liked it when he hugged and kissed me. When that happened I used to get moist about my vulva. And Sunil has been my fantasy object for a long number of years. Tall, handsome and athletic I fantasised about him without any feeling of guilt whatever. Brij was correct too with regard to brothers and sisters indulging in love play. I used to love to hug Sunil and I remember one day I was on the sofa when he returned from a college trip to the West coast. I hugged him and he was on me. I could feel his erect penis pressing my lower abdomen. I wanted it lower down. I pushed him down and his penis was against my vulva. Boldly I spread my thighs and he settled in. I held him in this posture for as long as possible with my hands on his buttocks. To this day I regret that I did not have the courage to press it down and push up my pelvis as I did so. That day my knickers were soaked dripping. Yes, if Brij wanted to see his wife having sex with another man and that other man is my brother I was game for it.
Later that day I had a long talk with Brij.
“Brij were you kidding or are you serious?” I asked.
“I am dead serious.”
“May I speak frankly?”
“I want you to.”
“You will be seeing me with thighs spread out with the others man’s penis inside me. Can you stand that sight?”
“That is the point of the exercise, is it I not?”
“Suppose it disgusts you, and you develop a loathing for me?”
“I assure you darling that after that the love and the respect we have for each other would increase several fold. I am certain of that.” He spoke with such vehemence that I did not broach that topic again.
“Have you any problem?” he asked.
“I’ll have to expose myself to another man. I have never done that.”
“Will that be difficult?”
“No,” I said and laughed. “I have another fantasy of mine own. I imagine myself going about nude in public.” Brij joined in the laughter.
“I have another too,” he said.
“What is that?”
“It is so bizarre that I have to prepare you before I tell you. Better to act it out.”
“For the present yes.”
“I thought that after what you are proposing nothing more shocking is possible.”
“Wonders never cease,” he said axiomatically.
The ball was now in Brij’s court. A sixth sense told me that the vacation that we were to have shortly would be action time.
Buying tickets and standing in long lines to enter a building to see art work or enter a cave to see stalactites and stalagmites has never been our idea of having a vacation. Brij and I usually chose lesser known resorts. Some swimming, long hikes, and sex following lots of necking in the open, that is what we liked to do and did. As I expected Brij suggested that we take Sunil for the vacation. He occasionally joins us for vacations. We chose an out-of-the-way resort of the type we prefer. We settled in a large double room and. Sunil had a smaller room at the end of our corridor. We changed and had tea in the restaurant.
“There has to be a quantum change in my relationship with my brother. How is that to happen?” I said. This problem was constantly in the back of my mind.
“I do not see any obstacle. The desire you two have for each other is so great that I can produce the spark quite easily,” he said.
“I have to be the MC.” He sounded confident.
“Where do we start?” I asked
“Jacuzzi,” said Brij. I agreed enthusiastically. I know Sunil liked it too.
Brij must have had a plan for he produced a short shorts and thin cotton tops for me to wear. It was not from my wardrobe. He must have acquired it for the occasion. We three sauntered out for the Jacuzzi which was in a corner of the pool hall but well away from the pool. It was a nice size for three. I had tucked the tops under the shorts but when I slid into the water the top ballooned out, and soon was floating leaving my breasts exposed. Hurriedly I tucked it back in but it would not remain to the intense amusement of the men, Brij especially who must have chosen the top with such an eventuality in mind. I jumped out of the pool to arrange the top I found the cloth sticking so close to my chest that my breasts outlined perfectly. I jumped back covering my chest with one arm. Brij was rolling with laughter and Sunil had a broad grin on his face.
“Your brother must have seen your breasts countless number of times,” said Brij. “Why not remove the top and be done with it. You must have Sunil, have you not?”
“I have of course.”
“When was the last time?”
“It was three years ago,” he said reflectively, “when she was suckling Arjun. I would watch surreptitiously. I liked to see him go for it with vigour. But more than that I loved to see the breasts. One day I was so engrossed in watching that I did not notice that Preeti was looking at me. When I saw that I was thoroughly embarrassed. She smiled and placed the baby on the cradle. He blouse was open and both the breasts were in grand display. She looked down at her breasts and then at me.
‘Like it?’ she asked. I nodded. “Come closer,” she said. I did so. She hooked a hand behind my neck and pulled my head towards her breast. My lips were now touching a nipple.
‘Suckle,’ she said. I looked up thoroughly confused and frightened too. She smiled and with a shake of the head gestured me to go ahead. I caught the nipple between my lips. A salty fluid flowed out. After a few more rather ineffectual efforts I stopped. Sister then pressed my cheeks again the breast so firmly that my cheek got wet with milk. She wanted to wipe it away. I told her I would go in and wash. I went in but did not wash. I examined myself in the mirror. The splash was still wet. The milk dried on my cheek. I washed my face only the next morning.'”
“That the spot of my milk meant so much to my little brother made me emotional. I slowly and deliberately removed my top and threw it away and hugged my darling brother pressing my breasts against his bare chest. We kissed passionately on the lips. I darted a glance at my husband. He was looking on with undisguised pleasure. It was at that moment that the quantum change I was referring to occurred. We three played about in the water. I was totally comfortable being topless with my lovers. Fortunately there was no one using the pool at that time.
‘Have you seen your brother’s penis lately?” asked Brij quite out of the blue. He was playing the role of MC. I laughed.
“Funny question, I have of course from the time it was like a chilly pod.” I laughed uproariously of the recollection of the time his penis was indeed like a chilly pod.
“Lately Preeti, not years ago,” said Brij, “and when erect I should have added.”
“No.” I said.
“It brushed against it accidentally just now and I assure it that the vegetable it resembles now is not chilly pod but oversized banana. I would recommend that you check for yourself.” I put my hand out and Sunil helpfully steadied himself. I felt and nodded. It indeed was big.
“Inserting your hand under his knickers would not be a bad idea,” said Brij. Sunil seemed to wait for that to happen. I did so and held something round which I could hardy curve my fingers.
“Awesome,” I said.
“How would you like it inside you?” asked my husband causally as if he was offering a bite of pizza.
“Very much so,” I said without breaking stride.
“In that case why are we wasting our time here?” said Brij. I looked round. We were the only ones in the pool area. I was hot and I was bold. I removed my shorts and threw it out. Then I got out of the water and walked the ten yards to the towel rack. I walked back and facing the men who were still in the water I wiped myself.
“Wake up you both,” I said. Sunil’s widened eyes I could understand, but surprisingly Brij was also viewing me as if I was an apparition.
Sit down here,” said Brij, tapping a spot at pool edge. I sat with feet in water. “Leg up,” said Brij. I did so. “Have you seen anything more thrilling than that,” said Brij turning to Sunil and waving a hand towards my vulva. I glanced down. I had shaved it smooth. I had spread my thighs wide parting the inner leaves; the clitoral hood protruded for I was having an erection of mine own. Sunil was in a trance. He nodded. We heard someone open the door. I jumped into the water. A family of four came in for a dip in the pool. I got out fully wrapped in the towel. Significantly it was Sunil who collected my tops and shorts. I never got them back. He probably keeps them as souvenirs!
When I got back to the room I showered and put on a thin cotton top with an ultra low neck and a frock that hardly came up to mid thighs. I of course had nothing underneath. I was so hot with desire that I was already moist. The men were already in the room in shorts and nothing above. I prepared coffee for all three. We sat on the divan sipping I was in the middle with Sunil to my right and Brij to my left. What followed made that day one of the two most memorable in my life. The other was that morning when the nurse placed my tiny son in my arms.
The truth that I learned that day, and which every episode that has followed confirmed is this: It needs two men to give full sexual satisfaction to a woman. Not just any two men but men for whom sex with her is not a manifestation of lust but the demonstration of the affection and respect they have for her. I feel honoured that I am one of the few women who are so blessed.
Brij snuggled closer to me. He turned his head and kissed me on the cheek. I turned my head and we kissed on the lips. I could feel Sunil moving away. I caught him by his wrist and placing a hand on his shoulder I pushed him down on the divan. Brij unbuttoned my top and gently weighed my breast. Yes, that is what he does; cups his hand, places it on the dependent part of the breast that of course sags, and lifts it up as if weighing it. My breasts, when allowed to sag, have a somewhat cylindrical shape. The dependent part is as broad as the base, and the areolas a vast expanse, almost three inches radius as measured from the nipples. The nipples are tight and firm.
Brij now weighed the breast with both hands and then he bent down and took the nipple between his lips. I brought Sunil’s hand to my other breast. He must have been watching his brother-in-law for he repeated all his moves. But each had a different style in sucking the nipple. Brij sucked in his lip and bit over them. He knew it had to be hard, and he also knew that the nipple can stand any amount of pressure his bite can deliver. Sunil held the nipple between his sucked in lower lip and the under surface of his tongue and bit on the tongue. He also knew that the pressure on his lip and tongue were the limiting factors and not that on the nipple. Incidentally babies do not suck; they bite the nipple with their toothless gums. I assure you that when two men suck at the same time the pleasure does not increase arithmetically but geometrically.
I do not usually moan, but that day though I was not making any noise I was moaning within myself. It was an intense sort of feeling. I needed more. I pushed Sunil down at the same time by gesture asked him to remove my top and frock. The top came off easily but I had to twist and turn to help him get my frock off. Soon I was naked before two men. But the men had their shorts on. I had to order them to get nude too. Sunil was standing at my foot end his large rigid penis waving like a policeman’s baton. Brij got his body behind me. I was now resting my back on his chest and he had his hands on both my breasts, kneading them softly in a manner he knew I like. Nothing was happening on the Sunil front. I looked down and smiled. I turned to Brij. He was smiling too. Sunil was now on his knees looking intently at my vulva. It must have been a fascinating sight for he sat wide eyed with mouth slightly open. He was not drooling, but was close to it. I spread my thighs wider. He looked up. Our eyes met. I said lick with my lips. He needed no second invitation.
When one man licks and another sucks at the same time the sensation they produce is extraordinary. It is quite indescribable. It was thrilling. The pleasure surges like water from a dam burst. Soon I had an orgasm. It was intense but it is different from the orgasm that penetrative sex produces. That satisfies; this has an opposite effect. It makes you hungry for the ultimate.
“Come up Sunil and enter me,” I said. My voice was hoarse with desire. Brij was now at my side. He needed a ringside seat to see my brother enter me. I held Sunil’s penis and took it to the vagina. I waited for a while and then slowly I inserted. My eyes were on Brij. His eyes were wide open and so was his mouth. He was drooling. He was playing his tongue over his lower lip to prevent overflow of saliva. Sunil lifted his body up to enable Brij to see his penis go in and out of my vagina. My eyes were on my husband. He was viewing with utter fascination the sight of another man’s penis inside his wife’s vagina. He turned towards me. There was a glow on his face. When one says someone’s face glows one often uses it as a figure of speech. To day I saw his face really light up. I smiled and he smiled and then he hugged me.
“Darling, I love you as much as any man can ever love a woman,” he said. I held him tenderly. From that point onwards the love we had for each other expanded several folds. And then Sunil ejaculated and I had a mammoth orgasm produced as much by the hug and kiss of my husband as by the ejaculation of my brother into me. I screamed softly. It was stupendous.
It was hardly over when Brij spoke.
“Now it is my turn,” he said. Sunil withdrew and came round to my side. Brij went up and I inserted his penis now larger than ever. It entered my vagina filled with my brother’s warm semen. My husband’s penis slid in smoothly. It was an exquisite feeling.
‘The other great desire of mine, that I was speaking of is this,” said Brij. “It is to enter you when your vagina is already full with another’s semen.” Later I was to know that his was neither a new nor even a rare desire of men. We had an orgasm as gigantic as the one I had shortly before. We three lay exhausted, I especially, for three massive orgasms in quick succession do take a lot out of one. We lay cuddling in our warmth. Then we got up. All three went to the bath and we washed each other.
The sheet was a mess. I changed it. That night I changed it two more times. The next morning the cleaning lady saw the sheets and then turned to me. I smiled. She jerked her head in the direction of Brij and gave a thumb up sign. She could not have known that Brij was no Powell Lake, and that we had a visitor that night. We stayed for two more nights and each night was the repeat of the first.
The evening we were back home Brij asked me if I enjoyed myself. I said I had the time of my life.
“Next time it must be another man,” he said.
This time it was another resort. No Sunil; only the two of us. I inspected the guests in the dining hall. There were quite a few NFL types. I believe their services are in great demand amongst women in America. I do not fancy macho types. I do not object to Caucasians, but my preference is for the Harvard category. Seated at the next table were a couple with their son. The boy must be eighteen or nineteen, medium height with a long nose, dark hair and eyes. Middle East I reckoned. The boy smiled and I smiled back. When collecting the toast we had conversation. His name was Tigo, short for Tigran. He was having a problem. His parents were taking part in bridge competition in a nearby resort. They would be away for the whole day. He had no fancy for bridge. He did not know what to do with himself. I of course invited him to be with us for the day. He eagerly accepted. After his parents had left he came to our room. He said they were Armenians. His parents had come to the U.S. when they were five and four years old escaping massacre in a war with neighbouring country.
“You both go for a swim,” said Brij, “I have some work to do.” He turned towards me and winked. Till that moment I was not thinking of Tigo as a sex object, but now that Brij had planted that thought I examined our guest critically and found him quite up to expectation. I had experience of only one other man before but I was already speculating on the size of Tigo’s penis. He was not having any erection of course but I expected things to change during the swim. I had packed a particularly daring swim suit in my bag. I was in a provocative mood.
After some initial hesitation Tigo became very free and we frolicked with abandon. The only person in the pool left soon after we came in. I am a good swimmer and Tigo was too. He rode me piggy back and I rode him the same way. I felt his now erect penis rubbing my back. Were his rubbing movements deliberate? I returned the compliment. I went further. I embraced his body with my legs as I did so. I then suggested I can be on my back and he on top of me. Tigo was not familiar with that pose. It was simple really—the one on top swims for both. I embraced him and for good measure locked my legs round him. I pressed my vulva against his penis. It was the front to front posture but I did not think it was possible to engage in proper sex in water when both are floating. There is no counter pressure on my vulva though I could see that Tigo was trying to press his pelvis down. We swam once round the pool. Fortunately there was no audience unless some from the upper floor rooms were watching. I was now hot. I needed more. I suggested that we swim in the lake.
There were just a couple on the sands of the lake shore and they were quite far away. Sportsmen taking part in an athletic event in a nearby college and bridge enthusiasts were mostly in the resort, and they had all gone for their events. We had wrapped towels over our swimwear as we reached the water’s edge. The water was unusually warm and I got a great idea.
“Tigo, how about swimming in the nude?” He hesitated.
“Yes,” he said and involuntarily his eyes went to his crotch. I laughed.
“Don’t bother about the erection. It better be a mammoth one or else you will offend me.” He laughed too, sheepish one. I took off my top. Tigo was slyly darting glances. I stood in front of him arms akimbo.
“Look boldly,” I said and as I was saying that I removed my knickers too. I causally and placed the two on a rock and again stood in front of the furiously blushing Tigo.
“Look. The human body is a beautiful thing and hiding behind clothes is the worst thing that civilisation has done to humans. Are you OK?” Tigo was cross eyed and not in a full state of orientation. He recovered and hesitantly pulled down his shorts to reveal quite a grand erect penis. Not up to brother’s standard but a very good specimen nevertheless. We entered the water and played about. Gradually Tigo came into his own.
We embraced each other with no inhibition at all. His penis often rubbed against me and once I held it in my grip, and he fondled me too when he held me from behind. Once we were riding the waves when I landed on my back with Tigo on top of me facing me. His penis was on my vulva. I held him tight with my legs as I embraced him. The rim of his glans was against my clitoris. I wish to tell my sisters who read this story that the tongue is not the best instrument to stimulate the clitoris. That honour belongs to the thick and rounded rim of the glans penis popularly known as the rose. He rubbed once and a thrill passed down my spine.
“Do it again Tigo darling,” I said. He did it and again and again and again. We kissed on the lips. “Have you had sex before?”
“No,” he said.
“Very much so aunty,” he said. He was fully prepared to enter me there and then in the wide open. It would have been a thrilling experience to have water flow over you as you had sex, but I feared that we may be breaking local laws. I told him so.
“Then where aunty?”
“Our room of course.”
“He will join us.” He shook his head uncomprehendingly. Reluctantly we got up. The distant couple were looking at us but we cared not. In fact it added to our excitement. We causally wiped and wrapping ourselves in the towel we sauntered forth to our room.
Brij received us as if he expected us to come in wet, and wrapped in towels with swim wear in hand.
“Your body language says it all,” he said. As if to confirm his view we shed our towels before Brij and walked into the bathroom followed by Brij’s appreciative stare. In the bathroom we hugged and kissed as we soaped each other.
“No aunty not that,” Tigo said as I was working on his penis, “I may not be able to hold it. As it is I am straining every nerve to keep it in.” To avert disaster we hurriedly got out.
I lay back on the bed, thighs folded and feet up in the air.
“You first,” said Brij hospitably. Tigo came on top. I held his penis gingerly with just one finger at the base and guided it into my vagina wet with secretions my vaginal glands were pouring out. It slid in. Brij was craning to see the sight.
“I want a better view,” he said. Tigo lifted his body to show that his penis was well and truly inside. In and out went his penis into my vagina. I was hot and an orgasm was round the corner. Once again Brij turned to me with his now trade mark glow on the face. We hugged and kissed passionately as I had a massive orgasm. Tigo got off and I had the supreme pleasure of inviting my husband’s penis into my vagina full with Tigo’s semen. I had an orgasm more massive that the previous. Then all three huddled in a warm mass of flesh.
As his parents were due only late in the evening Tigo stayed with us. We had it twice more. Tigo owing to his youth recovered quite soon after one ejaculation. The volume of semen was also very high each time. Brij offered that while he is recovering Tigo can have a solo with me, but I declined. I had no fancy for solos. My package had to include a wet entry for my husband.
We had to take leave of Tigo that night. He was to drive to his college very early the next morning. We thanked him for the wonderful time he gave us. He said he did not have words to thank us for what we had done for him.
“When do we meet next?” he asked.
“Sorry Tigo, said Brij. “Please do not try to meet us again.”
Brij worked for an organisation that trains young men and women who come to the States from non-English speaking countries. His job was not only to teach them English but to introduce them to the culture and customs of the place. Thus his job was perfect to get young men for our sex play. At the end of a six weeks course he would select a young man (most of them in the eighteen to twenty range) to visit us and if we find him suitable we would take him to a resort and I would seduce him. Yes, that is what I do, and I do it so well that the young man’s move from student to lover of his teacher’s wife was quite seamless. So far we have been very successful. The reason must be because Brij has a wide range of choice, and his judgement is good. Of course luck must be playing it part as it has to in all successful ventures. Though I do not maintain written records I had sex with fifteen men including my brother, who came from time to time even when the season was not slack.
One evening after dinner my husband and I were in a garden seat in a close embrace.
“Would we harming these young men by introducing them to sex this way?” I asked. “They are all less than twenty.” I had some reservations on what we did to him.
“Eighteen is the right age to get started,” he said. “We make men of them, just as my aunt made a man of me when I was eighteen.” I laughed. This story was new to me.
“Aunt Shamim, my mother’s younger sister.”
“I have not met her, but in photographs she appears a severely Indian type of prude.”
“That is what I thought when she came here on some exchange programme. She stayed for two weeks. She wore sari and covered herself in a typical orthodox Indian way. On the fifth day of her stay my parents had to go somewhere. I was alone with aunt. She asked me quite casually if school boys and girls do have sex in the U.S. I said that some do. I could understand her curiosity. She had two daughters in high school in India. She asked me if I had had sex. I said I have yet to. ‘Have you seen a naked grown up woman live?’ she asked. I thought of a while and then said I had not for such was the case. ‘Want to?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ I said vehemently. So vehemently that she burst out laughing. She thereupon stood up and before I could collect my wits together undressed to nudity. ‘Like it,’ she asked. I nodded. She had a wonderful body. Sagging breasts, but the abdomen was tight and when she turned round to allow me the sight of her back I was wonder struck by the shape pf her buttocks. ‘No hair aunty?’ I said. ‘I shave twice a week,’ she said. ‘I did so this morning. Want to feel?’ I ran my fingers over her vulva. ‘Want to kiss?’ I nudged the cleft with my nose and then I kissed, and she lay down and spread her thighs and I opened her lips and licked her clitoris till she had an orgasm. I went on top and entered her.
“We had it twice that day before my parents came back and several times the next two weeks she stayed with us. She used to write to me. I have those letters. You cannot guess a thing from those very clean letters. It was after that that I developed this theory that sex between consenting adults is a clean. I am sure she is a good mother and a perfect wife. She needs variety in men and she gets it when she can without harming her family. That is what we should mean when we speak of family values. It has nothing to do with monogamy.” I hugged my darling husband and kissed him on all parts of his face. My views were identical to his.
I now had the answer to the question I have been asking myself: Was I a slut? My husband wanted me to seek other men, true, but was I was doing it with a vigour that suggested that I wanted other men for my own sake? My husband wanted it and I want it too, and for that reason it is proper. I love and cherish my husband as any classical Indian should. The other men however real they may be are still fantasy objects. I have no feeling for them. Other than my brother I have not met them again. As for my brother in spite of our sexual relations we remain brother and sister. These escapades strengthen our family bonds rather than weaken them. I am as much a dharmapatini as any in Indian folk history.
———————– By mintabal3239