Ujjain, Madhya Pradesh, India --
Gita lay awake at night, her mind in turmoil. No matter how much she tried, the 43-year-old mother of two, just couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed, which finally woke up her husband, Harsh.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked, irritated. The 48-year-old was infamous for his grumpiness and quick temper.
"Nothing. Let's go to sleep," she said, hesitantly.
"Come on, out with it. I know something's bothering you."
"Naina called me today," she said.
"How is she?" he asked.
Naina and Tara were Harsh's nieces; daughters of his elder brother. He adored them. Naina, the elder one, had been married for three years. Tara had her wedding just a few days back. Both girls' marriages had been arranged and blessed by their elders, like a respectable family. No funny business like those outrageous love marriages!
"She's fine. We had some chit chat. Then... she told me something, which has me worried."
"What did she say?"
"She spoke of the day of Tara's
suhaag-raat
. Tara was really panicked about spending her first night with her husband. You know, the usual nervousness, being a virgin with no prior knowledge about sex..."
"... which is the proper way a young girl from a respectable family should be!" Harsh said, with pride, interrupting Gita.
Gita scowled and continued, "Tara was a nervous wreck. She desperately asked Naina what she should do that night and what was expected of her. Naina gave her some advice and helped her calm down. Bubbly was also in that room, with them. And as per Naina, our Bubbles too, has no idea about sex."
"That's my girl! She's my daughter, our daughter, and we have raised her the proper way. Pure and untouched from any impure thoughts," Harsh said, full of pride about his daughter being ignorant about sex. "Not like those other cheap girls of her age," he said, with a look of disgust on his face.
Gita wasn't too convinced, though. She herself had similar views about sex and propriety as her husband. They had raised their 21 year old son and 19 year old daughter in a strict household. But, now, she was beginning to have second thoughts.
"We raised Deepu and Bubbly the right way, though I am not so sure anymore. Did you hear about Prem's daughter?" she said.
"Yeah... poor girl, her divorce just came out of nowhere," he said. Prem was his friend and colleague. His daughter was few years older than Deepu.
"It didn't come out of nowhere. The girl had marital problems right from the start. I heard that she and her husband had sexual incompatibility. Prem and his wife had also raised their daughter like we did. That girl was never interested in sexual intimacy in general. No wonder her husband left her."
"Well, it's the girl's fault then. One should stay away from impure sexual thoughts and actions before wedding. But once married, you're supposed to be sexually intimate with your spouse. That's how it was with us," he said, grumbling.
"That's not how things are today. We were brought up that way by our parents and we tried to do the same with our children. Youngsters nowadays are more open with their sexuality, whatever we may think of that. They have certain sexual expectations from their spouses. Young men, want their wives to be visibly interested and equally reciprocal about sex. They don't want shy and naive wives in their bedrooms who are seemingly uninterested in sex, having to be coaxed every time," she explained.
Harsh made another disgusted face and said, "That husband's an idiot, leaving such a nice, homely girl."
"Being nice and homely is well and good, but when it comes to marital relationships, there are other things that can make or break a marriage. And I remember how impressed you were with that guy and his family. You even wished to have a similar groom for Bubbly."
"What are you trying to say?" he grumbled.
"I am worried about our children, Harsh. We raised them right, but I don't want them to have problems in their marital lives because of sexual ignorance or disinterest," she said.
"Come on, you are overthinking this. Our children will be fine. They're not even married yet and here you are, worried sick," he said, dismissively.
"May be," she said, doubtful.
"Alright, lets go to sleep," Harsh said and went back to sleep.
Yet, no sleep came to Gita. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling fan, thinking. An idea was taking shape in her mind. She couldn't let her children fail in their marriages. Her kids needed to learn about sex and intimacy, even if she had to teach them herself.
***
It took another three days for the idea to solidify in Gita's mind. She debated all the pros and cons and arrived at the conclusion. This was the only way. It had to be done.
She and her husband had zealously raised their children in the ways of the quintessential traditional, orthodox Indian family values. They had gone to extreme lengths to shield their son and daughter from any impure sexual thoughts, desires and actions that has corrupted the pre-married youths of the new generation. But now she feared that they may have overdone it. She feared for their future. And since, she and her husband were the ones to have enforced these values on her children, it was their responsibility to teach and train them in the sexual ways. Having convinced herself, Gita raised the topic of discussion with Harsh, that night.
"I had been thinking about what we spoke few nights back," she said, "the one about the call with Naina."
"Hmm...," acknowledged Harsh, without taking his eyes off the newspaper he was reading.
"I think," she said, pausing to gather her thoughts, "I think we need to teach Deepu and Bubbly about sex."
"What do you mean?" asked Harsh, peaking from behind the newspaper.
"I fear they may have come to think of sex as something vile and impure. They may never feel comfortable enough to get sexually intimate with their spouses even after marriage. So, it's our responsibility now to teach them about sex and initiate them into the world of carnal pleasure."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, bewildered, lowering the newspaper.
"We need to show our children, the joys and pleasures of sex, ourselves. I need to usher our son into manhood and you need to guide our daughter into womanhood," she said.
"Have you lost your mind?" shouted Harsh, slamming the newspaper down. "How can you even think that?"
"Oh please! Stop this nonsense and listen to me for once," retorted Gita, "And don't tell me you haven't thought about Bubbly. You hugged her that day, when she wore a saree for the first time. Seemed very innocent and fatherly, but don't think I didn't notice that bulge in your pants. So, don't you dare lecture me!"
The fierceness and fight went out of Harsh like a punctured balloon. He stammered, trying to explain himself but gave up. He picked up the newspaper, grumpily.
"Alright," he grumbled "I did get aroused. But that doesn't make it right and you know it. I've been chastising myself for having such disgusting thoughts and now here you are, proposing we actually do such a thing!"
Gita climbed on the bed and snuggled next to him, aware that she had the upper hand in the discussion. "Just think about it for a second. I know you love her and always want the best for her. She needs to learn sexual pleasures to succeed in her marital life. Who better to teach her than her loving father?"
Harsh had a frown on his face and stared straight ahead, pretending to read something on the upside-down newspaper. She snuggled closer to him, putting the newspaper away and placed her hand on his crotch over his pajamas. She could feel his semi-erection and knew he was mellowing to the idea. She fondled his cock through his pajamas.
"We've done well, raising her into the perfect girl. Everyone is so happy with the young woman she's grown up into. Yet, all that could be undone if she lacks this key ingredient for a blissful marriage. I don't want her to end up like Prem's daughter."
He sighed and said, "Neither do I. But what you're proposing..."
"Believe me, this is the best gift a father can give his grown up daughter. Who else can do this? I can only talk to her and I have. But only you can show her what it truly feels like. You can teach her to be good in bed, just like you taught me," she said and gave his erection, a tight squeeze.
Harsh groaned at the sensation. Gita knew she had him in her grip, physically and mentally.
"She is asleep in her room, just on the other side of this wall. Think about her," she said, fondling his erection, "Tell me, what about her, aroused you that day?"
"It was a complete mental shift for me, seeing her in a saree for the first time. I realized my little girl is all grown up now into a beautiful young woman. We've always taught her to dress modestly since she hit puberty. I had no idea she had developed such a fine figure, which I glimpsed for the first time that day in the saree," he said, staring dreamily at the wall.
She tugged at the waistband of his pajamas. He lifted his butt slightly up the bed as she pulled the pajama down, exposing his erect cock. She switched off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Lifting her nightie up to her waist, she got on top of her husband.
"Tell me more, daddy. Tell me how I aroused you. Tell me daddy," she said, doing her best to mimic her daughter's voice. She took hold of his cock and rubbed it at the entrance of her wet pussy.
