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"The ready Indian wife" is a phrase that would typically mean an Indian wife who is prepared, willing, or available for...
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"I think I am ready to take the next step," I boldly announced to my husband.
It was something I wanted to do for so long, but didn't have the courage to admit it. After pondering about it for the past 2 months, I decided it would be wrong to not fulfill my desires. Especially, when I have a husband who encourages me to do so.
His face lit-up when I said that. He threw away the newspaper onto the nightstand, and turned towards me.
"That's awesome. Come here, my love."
I climbed onto the bed and sat beside him. Many thoughts were running inside of me. Why is he so supportive of me in pursuing my desires? Can I go through with it? What if it ruins our marriage?
He placed his hands around me, and said in a soothing voice, "I know you must be having many thoughts or having second thoughts about going through with it. It's fine. It happened to me as well."
Yes, my husband has been with other women, and is still seeing them occasionally. I know all about it. Contrary to popular belief, hearing about his dalliances had only made me want him more. Must be an evolutionary thing. Of being more attracted to your partner when he's being desired by other women. I don't know.
He added, "But believe me, it's more satisfying to do what you have always wanted than to worry about it and never do it."
"Not that I've always wanted to do this, but I guess you're right."
"Now don't be shy. I know you had such desires for more than a year."
After hearing about his multiple one-night stands, threesomes and even foursomes, a desire sparked inside me, of wanting to know how all of it feels like. He wouldn't have known about my intentions, if it wasn't for my internet search history. But he never pointed it out. He waited for me to open up.
I looked at him and smiled awkwardly.
"So, why are you still nervous about it?"
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My husband is a very handsome man. He is everything most women want in a partner. 6 feet tall. 6 pack and a sexy body. 6 figure salary. And to top it all, a 7.5 inch monstrous cock to savor. I tried everything in my might to be a wonderful wife but God has given me a handicap. We found out a couple of years after marriage that I can't bear children. It was a stressful period of life for both of us. We wanted to try for adoption, but his parents were opposed to it.
A couple of years later, he told me about his desire to pursue other women. I was so much in guilt of not being able to have children, and even felt bad that maybe I wasn't able to satisfy him anymore. So, I agreed with his proposal. It was only a year into his escapades that I asked him if I failed to satisfy him. Or that if he didn't find me desirable anymore.
He took me in his arms, and said in his usual, calm voice, "Hey, I always find you attractive. And you are a very desirable woman. It's just that we reach a point in life where we realize it's better to have lived a life fulfilling our desires than to die without doing something about it. Do you have any fantasies you want to explore?"
I remained silent. He replied, "If you ever want to take the next step, I'm all okay with it. Just say it whenever you're ready."
I never thought I'd ever ask him for that, but when the day finally came, I was so nervous about it.
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"I don't know, I'm worried if it will ruin our marriage," I replied anxiously.
"Why would that be? If anything, it will strengthen our marriage."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yeah! I've been sleeping with other women. Did it make me unattractive to you?"
"No! It's different. You're a man. I'm a woman."
"So?"
"When a woman sleeps around, the word gets out very quickly. I'm afraid of ruining our family image."
"You are a good woman, Riya. Not many women think like this now-a-days. But there are safer ways to do what you want. Look at me, I've been doing this for what, 2-3 years. Except for the women involved, no one other than us knows about this."
"So, you're okay with me being with other men? Doesn't it bother you?"
"As long as you're into it just for the physical pleasures or for excitement that comes with it, it'll always be fine with me. But if you get emotionally attached to someone, it will definitely ruin us."
"Hmm"
"Think about it. Had I gotten emotionally attached or fallen in love with any of those women, we would probably be divorced by now. So the question you really should be asking is to yourself. Can you have a physical relationship without emotional involvement?"
I couldn't think of an answer at that moment. My silence only meant that I may not be able to do that. But a tiny voice in my head, probably my own selfish desires, wanted me to scream 'YES'
"I don't know for sure. As you know I've never been with anyone else."
"True. But if you're going to do this, you've to be in control of your emotions."
"You're right."
He placed his hand on my cheek, and asked, "So, are we doing this?"
I looked at him, still concerned, "I don't know. I mean I want to, but... What would you suggest to me if I wanted to?"
He took a brief pause, and replied confidently.
"One. Choose the people wisely. Not anyone who knows our family. Or those whom you don't trust.
Two. Don't reveal too much about yourself. Like, where you live, what you do etc.
Three. When you feel that you're getting emotionally involved, cut them off.
You can add anything else you feel necessary, but these 3 are important. Got it?"
A wave of relief washed over me as I heard his instructions.
"Yeah!" I replied in excitement.
"So, are we doing this?"
"YEAH!" I screamed slightly, and kissed him.
He patted me on my back. "You're gonna love this new chapter in our lives!"
I climbed onto him in ecstasy and slept on his chest. I heard his heartbeat getting faster, and felt his bulge touching my pants. He hugged me, and ran his hands all over my back. There was no better feeling than that.
Apart from the happiness I was experiencing, there were a few questions in my mind. They were there for so long, but now that we had talked on aspects related to them, my mind was firing them rapidly. I decided it was the right time to ask him.
"So, why were you so eager to have me explore my desires?"
"I don't know.. I felt bad that I was having a good time with other women. I wanted you to have fun too."
"Really?" I said in a muffled voice.
"Yeah! Why do you ask?"
"Nothing, just that it was on my mind for so long."
"Oh! Speaking of things in mind. Why did you accept my proposal back then? You knew that I wouldn't have started it, had you said no, right?"
"Yeah, I know that. I was feeling guilty about not giving you a child, and despite my incapability, you didn't divorce me. Had you done that, I'd have died a lonely widow since nobody would want a divorced, barren woman."
"So, you didn't find my proposal quite odd?"
"Odd? I found it disgusting at first. I didn't think you'd ever ask me such a thing. But after evaluating my handicaps, I found it reasonable."
