My Loving Wife Malti Ch. 01

"It's a difficult question to answer," I began, "but the short answer is yes."

"A few years ago, I overheard some conversations that stayed with me. His third wife frequently complained to him; they didn't believe I understood their language. Those discussions would usually occur around the time of her periods, when she would want to visit her parents.

I learned from some conversations that he was demanding sex during her periods and usually responded by asking, "What are your other two holes for?"

Hearing it, Malti was visibly moved, so I continued, "the last conversation was definitely etched in my mind." She was telling her Bhabhi about her reasons for leaving him. He is a sex addict who needs sex almost every day. "If I had been fertile, I could have easily delivered three, if not four children," she said.

"We started dating around that time, and I was wondering if you could have handled such a sex-crazed Gaur?"

She remained silent for several minutes, but her resolve grew stronger.

"You were saying something about not being able to make a difference," she gently nudged me.

"First, let's play a readiness game," I suggested. She appeared intrigued but also nervous, as if she expected to learn something she suspected but wasn't sure about by playing the game.

"Let's say you had a choice between kissing me and kissing him with the same foul, morning breath you despise," I began.

"Wait, what kind of question is that?"

"It's a long, deep, intimate French kiss that lasts about 5 minutes. "Who would you pick?"

"You know the answer," she admitted sheepishly.

"Say it."

She mumbled, "Gaur."

"What if you have to choose between actual intercourse with me and kissing him?"

She looked at me strangely again and said, "Gaur."

"What if you had to choose between taking his stinky penis in your mouth and letting him fuck your mouth or having an intercourse with me?"

"Wait, is that even possible?"

I raised my brows, and she paused before admitting that it was still Gaur.

"What about the option of licking his anus or having intercourse with me?"

"Intercourse with me?" I inquired hastily. She shook her head and thought briefly. I assumed she agreed with me, but she responded, "No, I mean still Gaur."

"How about anal intercourse with him as well as regular intercourse with me?"

"Gaur," she said.

"Malti, you think you're not ready, but I think you're not ready to accept the fact that you are ready," I said, taking a deep breath.

There was a knock on the door. It was late, so I was curious who it was. It was one of our coworkers. He informed me that there was a problem with some machines that we had delivered to a Pune office, and that they were completely stuck. I had to leave right away; they had arranged for a hotel room, and I could have brought my wife with me if I wanted. I asked him to wait downstairs while I prepared. While I was getting ready, I told my mother to go to bed because she appeared tired.

Malti stuffed my small bag with clothes and necessities. "Why don't you come along?" I suggested. It would be a nice distraction for us. We could also visit a few places while we're there."

"I want to, but it's late at night, and I'm not sure it's safe," she explained.

"Besides, it would be difficult to control when we are alone," she grumbled.

"You want to come, but Gaur's bride can't. I understand."

"It isn't that," she begged.

I snatched her into my arms and kissed her on the cheek. She hugged me tightly and sobbed a little.

"I am torn between my physical needs and my love for you," she explained.

"I love you regardless," I said softly, kissing her lips.

"This is your decision, and I have promised to back you up. If it's any consolation, I had the same fantasy of giving Gaur your virginity."

"Remember to take your vitamins, eggs in the morning, and milk at night," I advised.

"This waist is very small; it needs to be much stronger," I added. She smiled mischievously as she gently tapped me on the chest. We said our goodbyes, and I walked away.

I wasn't sure how long I'd be out, but I was hoping it wouldn't be too long, because the work turned out to be quite laborious. We didn't get much sleep because we had to manually fix all of the problems one by one until they were resolved. It took us a solid ten days to get through it while sleeping for a few hours every night. Finally, I returned the following Friday afternoon and arrived home late that evening. Malti was delighted to see me and quickly made me a cup of tea. She saw how tired I was and said, "You should go to bed early; dinner will be ready in a half-hour." Mother appears to be struggling as well."

I sat there for a few minutes, talking to my mother, when I noticed a lady leave his seat. Malti was preoccupied with her cooking, so she didn't notice, but I quickly checked on her and realized she might be the same woman with whom he must have slept. "I will be back in 5 minutes; I have to take her to the bus stop," he said, looking at me.

I waved and waited for him to come down the stairs. I rushed into his room as soon as I saw him leave our building and looked for the trash can in the kitchen. As expected, there was a small ball of paper at the top, which I quickly opened and checked for two condoms.

It was a freshly torn page from a new magazine next to his bed. I grabbed it and bolted from his room. I felt compelled to demonstrate to Malti what this man was capable of. My mother was taking her medicine and preparing to sleep, as she appeared exhausted from the severe cold and fever she had been suffering from for the past few days.

As I sat down for dinner with Malti, I drew the curtain and turned off the light. We discussed how my trip went, whether everything went smoothly, and other general topics. As she was cleaning up after dinner, I whispered into her ear, "the mysterious lady visited again today."

Are you upset about his betrayal?" She elbowed me and concentrated on finishing her work. "Do you want to go for a walk?" she asked 15 minutes later.

It was a Friday night, and we took such walks on a regular basis. It gave us more freedom to talk openly and also provided us with an opportunity to get some fresh air.

"Just for a little while," she begged.

She clung to me as we walked, as she usually did. Nobody in our building doubted that we were made for each other.

"Is there anything noteworthy?" As we were leaving our neighborhood, I inquired. She blushed and said, "a lot actually, but let's talk about it later." "How was your trip?"

"I've been working on starting my company for the last three years, and it appears to be taking off well. Sorry for keeping this from you. My mother isn't even aware of it yet. Profits have been phenomenal, but I'm taking it slowly. I was on my way to pick up our own company's order; it was a large client, and it appears they were pleased," I said, beaming.

"That's wonderful to hear," she said as she hugged me.

"If you want, we can pay Kishore bhai the money even tomorrow. We will have no further financial obligations to him."

When she heard this, she tensed up, but I ignored her and continued, "heck, we can even rent a much better place as early as next month."

"How did this all happen?" she wondered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"You made no mistake in marrying me," I assured her.

"Take a day off tomorrow so I can take you out and show you around," I suggested.

We walked a little further as we processed this new information. It was such a pleasant surprise for Malti that she walked with a spring in her step as she reveled in it. Still, leaving this neighborhood meant not having the opportunity to pursue that relationship with him.

"Does that mean we're no longer interested in pursuing a relationship with him?" she inquired.

"Although we have the option of leaving immediately, we should proceed with caution and ensure that we can comfortably afford the new lifestyle. Besides, our decision to date him should have nothing to do with our financial situation."

We returned with a sense of relief in her eyes, despite the fact that the timing of events had dismayed her. By the time we got home, my mother was snoring; the medicine had taken effect.

"Today he gave me a new Chaniya Choli that was specially stitched for me," she explained, "and it was supposed to be our wedding gift." He couldn't give me anything at the wedding because he didn't understand my preferences. He also gave me silver payals (anklets) and toe rings."

She went on to say, "Mother liked them."

My heart was pounding furiously as the moment when I was about to lose my wife drew near. Even though I thought it was me who was directing her toward him, I felt there was no need for my assistance. I was, if anything, making it easier for her to accept the consequences rather than harboring guilt. In my mind, it was now a foregone conclusion.

"You got those clothes stitched? Who did it? Did you provide any measurements?" I inquired. She continued to grip my hand, as if she was nervous. After a brief pause, she stated, "Yes, that was his first innocuous request."

"Are you upset, Sanjay?" she asked, nervously standing in front of me.

"Not really, but I wasn't expecting such quick progress," I explained.

"We have plenty of time tonight," she said as she arranged our bed and set up the separator. She wore the same clothes because she didn't want to change in front of me. She had always avoided it, despite the fact that I had seen her breasts and even her vagina but had not seen her completely naked.

She showed me the dress he had given her in the dim light. Because of the darkness, I couldn't see much; as I tried to inspect it, she took it away, saying, "You need to wait for it."

After that, she showed me the anklets. They were modern versions designed for slim women, with intricate designs and strong but thin links. I placed it on her hand and marveled at the intricate design.

"Did you pick them?"

"No, it's his choice," she replied, proudly showing it off on her hand. I took it from her and strapped it around her ankles. They looked great on her petite feet. After connecting the link, I massaged her slender calves, and then I noticed something. I took up the other chain and examined it carefully. The anklet's two hooks were tied together in a floral pattern, with two petals holding the hooks together. A few tiny trinkets were dangling from the bottom petal. Upon closer inspection, I discovered they were modeled after clam shells, with a hook hidden behind the shell's joint. On each anklet, there were three of them. That unusual addition enhanced the anklet's beauty. But my mind was working strangely, so I showed it to her and said, "That looks beautiful, right?"

"Yes, I like them," she said, taking a quick glance at them.

"Take your time," I advised. She looked, but she couldn't figure out what I was highlighting. So I took it from her and held them in such a way that the trinkets hung directly from the chain. They appeared to be vertical clam shells due to their design, but because they lacked the ribs on the surface of the shell, they appeared to be bull's testicles.

"Don't they look like Gaur's testicles? " I said softly to her. Her eyes were wide open as she examined it and laughed nervously. As I helped the other one to her feet, she was still embarrassed and trying to hold back her nervous laughter. The chain's design allowed for only faint noise, which was preferable in our home because I didn't want my mother to be awakened at night by the clinking trinkets.

She showed me the toe rings, which were also fancy. As I examined it, I noticed a small design on the top of the actual ring. It was a bird, similar to the famous Cuckoo watches that some Indians favored.

"Nice," I said, looking for Malti's direction. It was supposed to go on the index toe, but I wasn't sure, so I needed her help.

"Do you mind if I wear these?" she inquired, her voice full of childish glee.

"Of course, if you want to."

"Come on, let's go to bed," she said, tossing her new dress aside and making room in the bed for me. She was sleeping on my arm, facing me and softly kissing my cheek as she whispered, "I love you." I kissed her on the cheek.

"Sleep," she advised.

"Don't we need to discuss our next steps?"

"Hasn't it been decided?" She muttered something. Her hand caresses my chest and plays with the hair on my chest.

"What's the point if we're going to move?" she wondered.

"Even though we can," I said, "it would be prudent of us to postpone it for at least a year or two."

"Why?"

"Money has an impact on relationships; it makes people jealous, and it can even get to our heads. That's why I kept it hidden the whole time. The only reason I told you about it is so you don't feel obligated to accept his proposal."

She remained silent for a moment before whispering, "Is it really true?" That you've made it big, or was it just to make me happy?"

"No, Malti," I said, quickly getting up and retrieving my purse. I took out a couple of checkbooks and showed her what they were. There were a couple of accounts in my name that held a significant amount of money. When she looked at the balances in those accounts, her eyes were wide open. I withheld them, and she appeared to be lost in her fantasies of living a lavish life.

"Don't let it get to your head," I advised, "because good times don't last forever." Only those who are skilled at managing their resources can hope to escape the gravitational pull of poverty."

"How long are we going to be here?"

"I would say 2-3 years," I said, "but assume 5-6 years, but plan on staying here indefinitely."

"We live here normally; we invest our money wisely in the hope that it will eventually help us move to a much, much better place with a much better lifestyle."

"So now we have something to talk about," she said quietly. I hugged her as she rolled onto her back. My thigh rested on her thighs, and my hand massaged her breast gently. I moved in to kiss her, but she turned away.

"What happened?"

"We should talk right now," she said, her gaze fixed on mine. Her demeanor indicated a sense of urgency, so I asked, "Did he make any other innocuous demands?"

"Yes, he wanted breakfast in the morning on the weekend; that's why I made his favorite last week," she explained.

Everything that happened between him and her that day made sense now. He was dragging her into his net by her agreeing to these minor requests.

"Do you really want us to go ahead with it, Sanjay?" she inquired.

"It's your decision, Malti," I said, "and I will accept whatever it is."

"I know you love me a lot, but this has to be our decision, honey. "This is a precarious path," she began.

"Once we sleep in that room, it won't be long before he mounts me for more than 25 hours in the next 45 days while you add another paltry half-hour to your account."

"Is this really what you want?"

"I won't mind if he monopolizes you," I said.

"Do you only have him in your fantasies, or do you also have other men?"

"No. It's just him," I mumbled, embarrassed by my own irrational desires.

"What are your thoughts? "Do you want or need this?" I inquired. She paused for a moment before saying, "Not sure." I appreciate him pursuing me, but I'm not convinced of his virility just yet."

"Perhaps I can dispel some of your doubts," I eagerly said.

"Would you like to be his advocate? "You're welcome," she said.

"Did the lady show up today?"

"Perhaps an hour before you got here," she speculated.

"And she left not long after I got there."

"Here's the proof," I said, reaching for the ball of paper I had hidden beneath our cupboard. I arranged the condoms so that all of the sperm would return to the condom's tip.

"These are the two samples," I explained as I lifted the condoms.

"Ew, you're gross," she said, pulling away from me but still staring at them.

"And here is the one I use," I said, pulling it from my stash and lining it up against his two condoms. Her jaw dropped as she noticed the difference. Condoms stretch, so it's difficult to tell, but she noticed his was a jumbo version and mine was a regular version.

"You've seen a used one of mine," I explained, "and my sperm barely makes it above the tip." "Take a look at his condom," I said.

"His quantity is probably five times mine. Not to mention the fact that he screwed her twice in an hour."

Malti was mesmerized by the specimens, so none of my commentary was necessary. I was possibly Kishore bhai's best lawyer. As I laid the specimens on the floor, she still looked at them lovingly.

"Perhaps you're right," she said as she rolled over.

"Would you like to touch it?" I inquired. She shook her head in disapproval. So I rolled it all up in the same paper and hid it under the cabinet.

"Throw it away in the morning," I said, squeezing back into her bed.

"It appears that we both agree he is an excellent candidate, perhaps the best and only candidate," she said.

"There were times when I felt I was weak and he could take advantage of me, but he never did."

"And I, too, am intensely drawn to him; not just sexually, but also emotionally," she added.

"I almost get the impression that he wants to romance me rather than just have sex with me; are you getting it, Sanjay?"

"Even though I despise him, I want to be connected to him."

"There's something special about you, Malti; perhaps he considers you his fourth wife!"

"It's strange; I felt the same way," she remarked as we fell asleep.

"His roots are from Kutch, and that area was dominated by Muslim Rajputs," I explained, "and he frequently hinted that he had Muslim ancestors. And, as you may be aware, Muslims are known to have a large number of wives."

"I didn't realize that."

"Did you notice how the anklet has the letter "K" nicely hidden in the chain structure?"

She yawned, "I didn't notice."

"Did you see the bird on the toe ring?" I inquired.

"What about it?"

"Doesn't it look like the cuckoo bird we see on old grandfather clocks?"

"Yes," she confirmed.

"Don't you realize? Cuckoo birds never have their own nests; instead, they lay eggs in the nests of other birds."

"The other bird raises the cuckoo chicks as its own offspring, sometimes even at the expense of its own chicks," I explained.

"In humans, when a husband raises another man's children, he is known as a cuckold," I explained further.

"Do you know what toe rings are for?" I inquired.

"It helps women's menstrual cycles," she explained, adding, "Gaur explained it to me."

"There is a nerve that runs through your womb and connects your index toe to your heart. A toe ring improves blood circulation in this nerve, increasing fertility "I clarified my position.

"You think I don't understand it?" she sluggishly inquired.

She turned around and hugged me from behind, nuzzled into my neck, and stroked my semi-erect penis with her hand in my underwear.

"Of course, Sanjay," she said quietly, "he wants to breed me; he wants to breed your wife."

"Isn't that what you were hoping for?"

It was enough to make me sputter my sperm.

to be continued...