Most marriages start with a lot of love and lust. Years of monotony degrade the lust, but the love wishes to continue. The options are simple: spice up the marriage, or have an affair. The people I meet are those who love their wives but also crave for that adrenalin rush they experienced last many many years back.
I first met S (lets call him Subodh) at the Lobby of Le Meridien hotel. The man had taken a couple of hours off work to meet me. He worked for a leading investment bank, and had a gorgeous wife and two kids. The picture perfect family. He also loved her, he had told me how much he worshipped her from the first time they met in college. She had broken up with her high school sweetheart. He was the topper at college, a perfect catch. It was a very old fashioned love story.
"I expected somebody, who looked very different."
I am not a Bollywood Actor Sourabh. I do not have an eight inch dick. But I can fuck a woman, her mind, body and soul. that is the reason you are here to meet me. Or are we talking about a fairness cream ad?
"I am sorry, but I have never done this before. I am a lot better at office."
Thats ok. Lets order some coffee and begin.
The reason he was meeting me, was very peculiar to him. He had been imagining his wife's ex boyfriend making love to her, every time he had sex with her. It was the only thing that got him hard these days. The thought of his wife having sweaty animalistic sex with her ex boyfriend Rahul.
He had never even asked her, if she was a virgin when they met. He considered that disrespectful. It remained a splinter in his brain. She seemed too easy the first time around, she knew exactly what she wanted; the rubbing of the clit; the flicking of her tongue on the tip of his dick. He enjoyed what he had. The first had sex in her hostel. He loved the fact, that her moans could be heard through the walls that separated the rooms. Her hostel mates would know he could do his job. He was not only the best in class but could satiate her in bed. They fucked like rabbits, and promptly got married soon after graduation. Sourabh had landed a six figure salary twenty years back. He now made upwards of two crores year. He needed to, to get connected to me!
His wife M (lets call her Monica) was a drop dead beauty. She had curls that came upto her shoulders, and beautiful blemish free wheatish skin. She was about 5' 4" in height and had maintained a reasonable figure post pregnancies. What stood out, was her bust-line. Now, I hate people who only feel a 38DD is the only acceptable size for a beautiful breast; a perfectly shaped pair held in place with a gorgeous dress is what gets me off. Monica was a 34C to the best of my estimation. I had no idea of her eyes (I ask that pics sent to me have the eyes blurred using photoshop/pain to protect the privacy of the sender), but when Sourabh showed the complete picture to me, it was clear why he had fallen for her.
Sourabh was not a classic cuckold. He did not want to be humiliated. He did not want his wife leaving him physically or emotionally. He did not want to watch her make love to another man. He just wanted the memory of her being penetrated by somebody else, he wanted to know that she has had another man inside of her; who has tasted her and has made her moan like the images he had in his mind. He wanted the entire arrangement to be free of emotions, and offered to pay me in cash.
