ABOUT

Perhaps I should now take the opportunity of giving you a somewhat more intimate introduction to ourselves. Both of us come from well-to-do families. Mala’s family is much larger than mine and quite close. She has a sister, Sonali (Sonu), older than her by some eight or nine years, but very very cute (and doesn’t look a day over 35). Mala is, as you can see, dusky and sensual. Sonu is fairer and cuter. Sonu is married. She and her husband (Hitesh) have no children either.

Mala

Mala and I met in college in Bombay and hit it off right away. We went together for two or three years, then broke up for a year, then went together for another year or so and got married. Mala was no stranger to sex before marriage or even in college. We slept together on our second or third date itself. During our break up year, both of us had other lovers — she more than me. She has always been quite considerably ‘sexed’ and has a powerful sex-drive (I read once that there is no such thing but I think Mala disproves that). Let me clarify: she’s not a nymphomaniac or anything. She just thoroughly and completely enjoys fucking, it’s as simple as that. She says there is nothing quite so exhilarating as the high of an explosive orgasm and the build-up to it — the longer the better — only makes it that much more intense. She’s had sex with a succession of men since 18 or 19 (I suspect earlier). This is also true of Sonu, though Mala’s sex drive is more pronounced or, at any rate, she makes less effort to hide it.

Sonu

Both Mala and Sonu are very skilled and talented in bed, though Mala is unquestionably better. Sonu is softer, genter, more pliant, more giving and submissive. Mala can adapt herself to whatever the situation and the man of the moment needs. She can be aggressive, vocal and slutty like a porn queen with one lover, and the docile middle-class housewife being subjugated by a domineering lover the next. Mala knows how to tease her lovers and to draw it out so that the orgasms are staved off till breaking point. She is always willing to try something new and different. I imagine there’s very little she hasn’t attempted by new: group sex, swinging, anal sex, lesbian sex, the lot. She is something of an exhibitionist, too, and loves what she calls ‘risque fucking’ — sex which is risky, dangerous. Not physically, but socially, something that is liable to cause a scandal if found out. It adds zest to the fucking, she says, a claim that is frequently echoed by Sonu (and others). More than anything, it is this that has always made her hanker for the kind of sex that society frowns upon — especially sex with men that society considers ‘lower class’ or ‘socially inferior’. She sees it as a way of thumbing her nose at society: “They may be socially inferior, but they are sexually superior — and guess what, it’s this ‘socially superior’ lady who is willing to sweat and labour between those socially inferior legs … to suck that socially inferior cock and let it thrust into the memsahib’s cunt!” That’s pretty much an article of faith.

Mala

Even while we were going together, Mala and I both had other lovers, she considerably more than me. It’s been an understanding of physical non-exclusivity between us from very early days. I did my usual rite of passage way back then — jealousy, envy, anger — but Mala rode it out. Eventually, I came around and came to terms with the fact that knowing that she was with another man was itself extremely erotic. Graduating from that to watching her and the other man (or men) was a small, quick step. This is something that has worked extremely well for both of us. We are totally candid and open about the other ple we fuck with; but we know that, finally, the emotional and mental engagement is only with each other. There is a deep and fulfilling trust and confidence here. If there wasn’t, none of this would have worked as it has — not our relationship, not our marriage and, most importantly, not our friendship. I became a cuckold long ago, as you can see, in college itself. Marriage was a continuation of that, but with a difference.

As I said, Mala thoroughly enjoyed the occasional group sex/gang bang scene. She would send out word (often through me), a group of six or eight guys would get together with her (with me watching) and she would proceed to let them all take her, one after the other. It was timed, too, so that no one felt deprived. With each one, she reacted as if she was genuinely being pleasured and she really was. This didn’t happen very often, mind you, mostly because it was difficult to arrange. We’d have to find an empty house with no servants or anyone. Hotel rooms wouldn’t work, though we tried it once but soon gave up because it was much too expensive and no one had that much money. I was never one of those who took her in a group. Between us there was little fucking but a lot of love making.

Money. That’s the other thing. Both of us were from very well-off families, but the thinking was traditional and our allowances were always somewhere south of enough. For a brief while, Mala flirted with the notion of making money from sex on the side but I put my foot down at that, and she listened to me. That didn’t change the impression most guys carried of her, though — she was widely regarded not just as an easy make but very much the college slut. Somehow, she didn’t find that demeaning, nor did I. We were too involved with each other in ways that others couldn’t understand.

Back home, Mala had a torrid affair going with a next door neighbour; Sonu with someone in the chawl opposite their building. They had two live-in male servants at that time, and they were fucking both sisters interchangeably. They were both young, in their mid-twenties, hard-bodied, dark and sort of good looking I guess, in that cheap, Maratha way, but both were clean and otherwise decent guys. Seeing them fucked by a servant was always a special thrill, from early days.

Mixo (the relevant bits)

I vividly remember the hot summer afternoons at her house, when their parents were out. I’d sit quietly in a corner on a stool, my shirt off, stroking my dick slowly, fighting to keep off an orgasm. On the bed (or floor, or in the kitchen or on the dining table), the young servant would be fucking my girlfriend, right before my eyes. Let me tell you, it’s a kick and a thrill that I’ve fortunately never lost. Mala was (is) a complete knock out (in my eyes, at least), with absolutely wonderful breasts, a really sexy butt, slender and willowy. And there was this very dark, very lean servant, hugely hung, with her, kissing her like a lover, pushing his tongue in and out of her mouth, or licking her slit or making her suck his enormous cock … and fucking her unhurriedly. She’d moan and whimper obscenity after obscenity, begging him to fuck her, and he’d call her names. Mala on her back on a high bed, her hips at its edge, the guy standing between her splayed thighs, holding them apart and I’m seeing his huge cock driving heavily in and out of her cunt. Her body jerking with his thrusts, her swollen breasts bouncing; or on her front, on all fours and the guy mounting her from behind doggie-style. It was wonderful.

Where did all this happen? We’d use these cheap hotels or, when her parents were out, her own place which was fairly quiet. I was introduced to her sister way back then and, for some time, I slept with both, sometimes even together. Sonu, too, was sexually active, though perhaps less so than Mala. There was no need for a ‘seduction’ — Sonu knew Mala and I were an item and, one day, while Mala was in the bedroom with one of the servants, I walked out, found Sonu and asked her straight up if I could have her. “I thought you’d never ask,” she smiled and within minutes we were going at it like a pair of frenzied dogs in the other bedroom.

As you might know, Navratri in Bombay is a time when many otherwise ordinary Gujarati and Maharashtrian girls (but esp the Gujus) totally freak out. Sonu and Mala were no different. They both looked stunning in their outfits and we’d go off to one of the huge suburban dandiya raas affairs and, within no time at all, both of them were hooked up. I’d tag along for safety. For some weird reason, their parents thought I was a very decent chap (if only they knew) and only trusted the girls out if I was with them! If only they knew!

My parents died in 1988, when I was 25. I’d just finished studying and had to jump in and hold my father’s consultancy together. I did something that was considered weird back then — I put his senior associate at the helm of things and went to work for another company. Over time, I’ve scampered up the ladder in that (second) company. I own it now and I have merged with my father’s firm (the senior associate was very grateful for the handsome retirement package we gave him; he’d quite lost his nerve and drive in the increasingly competitive market place). It’s about a 140 ple now, and growing. We’re quiet (“boutique”, I like to call it) but very well regarded.

Mala and I live in Bombay (mid-town). We have a very large flat on the top floor of a building in a fairly quiet lane near the seashore. I inherited the flat from my parents (I am an only child). It has three large bedrooms with attached baths, a HUGE hall with big windows overlooking the sea, a big kitchen with a separate servants’ room and bathroom. We are lucky to have the penthouse apartment (which we have maintained although the building is not one of the new ones it has lots of modern facilities like a gym and a pool). We also have an exclusive terrace garden which is a source of great pleasure to us. Two years ago I installed an ultra-modern hot-tub cum jacuzzi on the terrace under a big champa (frangipani) tree. The whole house itself is about 2000 sq ft and with the terrace garden it is an enormous 4500 sq ft or more.

Mala had her first affair in the first year of our marriage itself, very shortly after we returned from our honeymoon. I was ready for it, and accepted it happily. It has worked very well for us in all these years, and kept our marriage fresh and exciting and stopped us from getting stale or bored with each other. I truly enjoy watching her labouring under another man’s thrusts, especially if that man is a naukar. Mala and Sonu have a long line of naukar lovers.

One of Mala's favorite naukar bulls

For a long time, the true cuckold in all this was Sonu’s husband, since hers was an arranged marriage. He never knew that I was sleeping with my bhabhi or that she was continuing her antics with other men (including his two younger brothers). The same was true also for Mala, except that I was fully in the know. Now, of course, Hitesh has fully accepted it and is part of our group. I don’t know how Mala managed it but a few nights before Sonu’s wedding, she got Sonu ‘serviced’ by a favourite naukar-lover. Mala and I watched them. Sonu was in a frenzy and the guy took her over and over again. It was a major kick seeing her at the wedding, demure and chaste in all the bridal finery, her groom looking at her adoringly and knowing that, just a couple of days earlier she’d been whimpering and moaning and panting in a sexual frenzy while another man fucked her at will. I don’t know what excited me more — knowing that, or the innocence on Hitesh’s face.

Today, Mala and Sonu are not the only ones in our ‘group’. Two of their cousins are also a part of the group and so are another couple, Jayant and Madhavi. All these ladies are married, and all are quite clear and totally non-guilty about their sexual activities. They all take lovers, often from the naukar class and they enjoy being taken hard and long. For all of them them, it is not love or an enduring affair or emotional relationship, as I mentioned about Mala and Sonu. It is purely and simple animal lust. They love dirty talk and the naukar lovers are, typically, prone to use really dirty language with them. They enjoy lesbian and group sex too. In fact, Mala often says that the only thing better than one naukar lund to fuck her, is two, and better than two is three!

We also have two or three maid servants in the house whom I fuck regularly. Sunita is the elder one, about our age, but very slender and sexy, though not beautiful. She has a wonderfully slender body and she loves wrapping her legs around me. Another one is Suman, who is about your age I guess, but is really, really beautiful. Then there is Leela who (like Sunita) is married, but has a knockout figure and a very pretty face. And finally Hansa (she is Gujarati, the others are Maharashtrian) who is a complete knockout. In our household somebody is fucking somebody else almost daily and quite openly. I may be enjoying one of the maids or my bhabhi in one room while in the other my brother-in-law or maybe a servant is pleasuring my wife.

We are also members of a very expensive and very discrete gigolo club (it is just called a friends club) — and yes, there are such things in Bombay (where you can get just about anything now). They are too expensive to use regularly but they can provide an escort for almost any purpose. Since we have been among their first clients, we often get first choice of their best escorts. They are all clean and checked for infection, etc, and properly certified (and we also take the same care with our staff at home — the girls don’t like condoms, though they are all otherwise protected against pregnancy). Some of these gigolos are foreigners. Mala prefers dark (not white) men, and so do her sister and others. Luckily our service provides for that.

Vinod

Incidentally, for Mala (and I think for Sonu) size does matter — that’s a common mistake all these sex advisors make. Notice the curious disconnect here: for men, they say that visual imagery is important for arousal, but they never say that for women! Mala says it is as important. The size of the cock is irrelevant to the actual fucking; but there is a visual and mental stimulation that a big cock provides and which just can’t happen with a peanut-sized prick. Looking at it, caressing it, feeling it in her hand — she says it turns her on even before anything actually happens.

The photos: the ones of Mala and me are not recent. Both were taken shortly after marriage (so 12 years ago), and only later digitized. Not much additional weight on either of us, though in the course of working out in that time I have to confess to more musculature — and some grey hair! The young dude in jeans is one of Mala’s recent toy boy servant-lovers.

I realize that you might find much, if not all, of this strains credulity. But it is true, and this isn’t half of it. I’ve found that there are layers and layers to all societies, nowhere more so than here in India. We’ve chosen ours, and while it’s clearly not the one that is the ‘norm’, one that’s hidden below the surface, we’ve found some real happiness there. There are few things more sensual than waking up on a lazy Sunday morning to the sound of sex in the bed beside you — and the sight of your wife being pleasured by another man!

Personal

I’m 47, entirely Bombay born and bred. I’m 6’1” tall, and have been working out regularly. Apart from fornication, other hobbies including reading, music, film and photography, fine dining and, of course, writing — hence this blog.