"Perhaps you are correct, but Gaur may disregard our family planning," she retorted.
Those were our thoughts as we exited the hall. Things were moving much faster than I expected. He had seduced my lovely wife in less than a month, and she was clearly smitten by him, enough to avoid sexual relations with me entirely. Kishore bhai informed us upon our return that he had planned a movie night. Movie nights were special back then, when we'd rent a video cassette player for the night, rent 2-3 movies, and watch them all night. The room would be packed with eager onlookers, but he kept it quiet because he wanted it to be a private show just for our family. My mother was hesitant because she had already planned the next day's morning temple activities. His only request was that we keep him entertained; it wasn't clear what kind of entertainment he was implying, but Malti understood and entered our room with a smile.
She quickly made a light dinner for all of us and went about her business for the evening. She emptied her bowels, took an elaborate bath, and stepped out wearing a simple skirt and top. As usual, she was stunningly beautiful. She wore a traditional Indian garland (Gajra) in her hair, which Kishore bhai had apparently purchased for her. I assumed she would prefer a night gown, but she chose a simple dress instead. When Kishore bhai opened his favorite rum bottle, I realized what he meant by entertainment.
During the first film, Malti was busy preparing some items for us while we sipped our drinks, and my mother even sampled a little. My mother chose to retire after the first film ended. Malti finally decided to join us and watch the movie; up until that point, she had been busy preparing snacks for us. Unfortunately, I had had a little too much to drink and was feeling drowsy. Malti sat down next to me, and I chose to rest my head in her lap and watch the movie, despite the fact that my entire week's hard work was showing. Kishore bhai had been raving about this fantastic film that had recently been released, and how he had been able to obtain it for private viewing even before it was released in theaters. We watched it despite the fact that it was a very slow film that neither of us was interested in.
Things had quieted down considerably; it was after 12:00 p.m. and there was no danger of anyone disturbing us. Kishore bhai stepped out onto his small balcony, which overlooked the main street. There was a light drizzle, and things were finally cooling down. The cool breeze was having an effect on me. While sipping her drink, Malti chatted with him.
She wasn't into it, but as a modern woman, she saw nothing wrong with it. It had only been about 5 minutes when I noticed Kishore bhai was not at his usual spot and the TV seemed a little darker; perhaps he had reduced the brightness of the TV. I was sleeping on Malti's thigh when she spread her legs and pushed me up to her knees. She covered my head with a thin scarf; it covered my eyes as well, enough so that I couldn't look at her without tilting my head.
As soon as I realized what had happened, all of my blood rushed to my penis, and it was taut in a matter of seconds. Fortunately, I had anticipated this turn of events and had left the door to the cupboard right next to the television partially open, revealing what was going on between them. Things were hazy due to the reduced brightness, but I could still see. Kishore bhai was sitting next to Malti on the divan, and it appeared that they were whispering to each other. He would occasionally lean forward and massage her breasts. Malti would check on me from time to time to see if I was awake or asleep.
Another ten minutes passed as they both sipped their drinks leisurely, and it appeared that he was asking her to come to the other room, but she wasn't convinced that I was fast asleep. Finally, Kishore bhai snatched a thick pillow from her lap and placed it just above my head. Despite Malti's warnings, he sat down next to her, took her in his arms, and planted his lips on her. As soon as their lips met, my wife's pelvis jerked involuntarily. Malti moaned loudly as she parted her lips and welcomed his tongue. Her bangles clinked as she held his head and fussed over his hair.
Malti groaned between kisses as he continued to roughhouse with her breasts. It was clear that she enjoyed it. It was a long and intense kiss that made me wonder about my sanity; why would I give up my wife to someone like him? Despite her complaints about his stale breath, she kissed him passionately for well over 5 minutes.
"I love your breath," he said, breaking the kiss. Malti flushed and wiped her lips with her scarf before reaching for her drink.
"Let's take it slowly; he's a light sleeper," she said quietly to him. They appeared to be discussing the film as he explained the plot to her. The TV volume was also turned down, so understanding required close attention. The movie was coming to an end; either I had been sleeping for a long time, or they had fast-forwarded the scenes because it was a very slow movie.
"Oh, she slept with them both?" In surprise, I overheard Malti say.
"Who is the father?" She inquired after a short while.
"Who do you want it to be?" he asked, bending down and pressing his finger into her pantyhose. She gave him access by lightly undulating her hips and spreading her legs a little. As his finger penetrated her vagina, Malti let out an audible grunt.
"You're sloppy wet," he said quietly to her. Looking at her in the mirror, I could tell she wanted it. I noticed her gently rocking her pelvis, emulating intercourse with him, while she was lost in pleasant sensations. He took out his finger and offered it to her to lick, which she dutifully did, even bobbing her head up and down on it a few times.
"You know the answer, don't you?" she said sensually as she drew him in for a quick kiss.
"Who would be her husband and father of her child?" he inquired.
"Naseer would be the husband, and Om would be the father," she said casually, grabbing her drink back.
Om Puri, the actor, had the same pock marks on his face as Kishore bhai, but Kishore bhai was much darker.
Genesis was the title of the Hindi film. Supposed to be a thought-provoking film, but it was clear that he was attempting to persuade Malti that such polyandrous relationships exist. In that film, the woman accepts both men who vied for her attention and delights them equally, and ends up pregnant as a result.
"Let me put the next movie in," he said, quickly changing the cassette and forwarding it to the appropriate parts. He narrated the movie's plot and gradually moved on to interesting bits. I could tell the language wasn't English, so not much could have been understood, but he was filling in the blanks for her. The film was a soft porn, but it contained enough nudity and sex to make it illegal in India. In another 30 minutes, they'd finished that movie as well. It was the film "The Key" by renowned director Tinto Brass. In the film, a husband and wife exchange fantasies through a secret diary. Wife accepts her daughter's boyfriend as a lover.
He went on to explain another movie's story, "I Love You Rosa," in which after the wife is widowed, she is supposed to marry her husband's younger brother. He mentioned another Italian film to her in which the father-in-law deflowers his son's girlfriend.
Then he went on to say that in some parts of India, it was customary for the wife to sleep with elderly males from her husband's family before sleeping with her own husband. He was clearly trying to persuade my lovely wife that it was not uncommon for a married woman to have sex with other men, especially if they were closely related to her husband's family. Despite the fact that she had initiated her affair with him, she appeared to be haunted by guilt for disappointing her husband. It was difficult to tell whether she was acting or not, but in retrospect, it was clear that a combination of curiosity and guilt was at work.
"Is he sleeping?" he inquired. I saw her give a quick smile and an approving nod. Kishore bhai crept over to the television and turned it off. Malti gently lifted my head and placed a supporting pillow beneath it. She covered me with a nearby comforter and turned her attention to him. Fortunately, there was a small zero watt bulb at the far end of the room that provided enough light for me to see what was going on.
Our daring neighbor returned, carefully straddling my head, and stood right where Malti was sitting, pressing his crotch into her face. His lungi (a light-colored cloth wrapped around one's waist) was pulled up to his knees. Malti moaned and sniffed his crotch, inhaling the musty aroma and murmuring, "Love this manly aroma!"
He boldly removed his lungi and placed it on the divan behind Malti (a backless sofa). Tilting up my head, I saw this huge man standing over me while my tiny wife was kissing his large genitals. He hurriedly removed his underwear and let it fall down on one of his legs, right beside my head, and I detected a pungent odor emanating from it that my wife described as manly.
His large genitals were now clearly visible, making the scene even scarier. Even in the dim light, I could see my wife nuzzling into his crotch, softly kissing it, inhaling his masculine odor, and making love to her prized possession. She licked his testicles and sucked on his large tool.
She lavished her love and affection on his magnificent cock and massive testicles. His penis appeared to be at least as thick as her forearm and significantly longer than the length of her palm. I could hear her slurps and the occasional smacking of her lips. After about 5 minutes, I noticed Malti focusing on his large testicles, and she soon turned around and pushed him forward, kissing his buttocks. Because there wasn't enough room, she scooted back and was now straddling my face.
