My name is Ravi Chaturvedi I am 53 years old I am the CMD(Chair Man cum Managing Director) of Lunar pharma company, our company is worth 4000 crore rupees, my wife's name is Pavitra Sharma she is 43 years old she is a professor in Bombay University and also a research scholar in History and Sociology. our ****** is rich our estate is situated in the Powai area of Mumbai city with an area of 20 acres. We both live in a spacious building on the estate.
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How did my life begin?
I'm an orphan. My education and my whole life also happened in this Brahmani Seva Samithi (Orphanage) My warden used to do all his housework with me like sweeping the house, Even my fellow children used to make fun of me, my fellow students understood my submissiveness and used to do chores with me in the hostel, washing clothes. After completion of post-graduation, I got a good job in campus selection and then a small growing company in India company named Lunar Pharma I was appointed as General Manager, My hard-working ethos and my good ideas and good deeds made the company spread all over India.
Recognizing my talent, Prahallada Sharma, the CMD of our company, specially congratulated me and made me the president of the company. Within a short time, the business was expanded to America and European countries A 300 crore company has grown into a 2000 crore company Our CMD Prahlada Sharma, who saw my talent, my hard work ethic, and my goodness, invited me to his home for dinner.
Honoring Prahlada Sharma's invitation, I went to his place for dinner He cordially invited me into their house as soon as I entered their house I felt like entering a temple surrounded by statues of Hindu Gods. He introduced his wife, Mangala Sharma, bowed to both of them, and took their blessings while we were having our meal, beautiful Indian music was playing in our ears After the meal, Prahallada Sharma explained to me about his ******. In their words, they are an Indian orthodox Brahmin ******, all pious, and he does not like any bad habits. They are vegetarians who give more importance to ****** values Even though I am an orphan, he said he was very proud of me for working so hard to reach such a high level.
He was very happy that I did not have any bad habits. He informed me that he has only one ********, and she is a traditionalist who studied hard and today works as a researcher at the University of Mumbai, her name is Pavitra Sharma. Both husband and wife want to marry her if I don't mind. Without seeing what she would look like, I happily agreed to both of their wishes. A month later I got married to Pavitra Sharma in a grand ceremony according to Hindu religious rituals. I saw Pavitra Sharma for the first time at the wedding. She looked gorgeous Pavitra Sharma looks like Hindi movie actress Jayaprada At the time of our marriage I was 33 and my wife was 23 years old. Two years later Prahallada Sharma and his wife Mangala Sharma died of illness within a few days of each other. After the death of Prahallada Sharma, I took over the responsibility of CMD(chairman cum managing director) of LunarPharmaa. As a CMD I was immersed in the expansion of the business and I had to be away from home for a while. My wife had a lot of trouble spending time alone near home, on the one hand, we have been married for two years, and we have not had any children because of my low sperm count.
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CHAPTER ONE: PLANTING THE SEEDS OF CUCKOLDING;
After 10 years of marriage -
I was very aware that my beautiful wife had developed into a very sensuous woman. She was a stunning Black haired beauty who attracted the attention of all the red-blooded males she came in contact with. We were both virgins when we married and very innocent & we both have a submissive nature. I knew that the day would come when I would have to explain to Pavitra that my penis was quite small and that I would understand if she felt the need to explore her sexuality with another man.
As we lay in bed I cradled her head to my chest and told her how much I loved her and why I believed it would be a good thing for both of us if she took a lover. I tried to explain that my 4-inch penis could not possibly satisfy her properly and that it excited me to dream of her being made love to by a well-endowed lover. I also told her that I would get great pleasure knowing that she was able to enjoy a big cock without feeling any guilt, safe in the knowledge that she had a very understanding husband to support her. She was not impressed and could not believe that I was suggesting that she should cheat on me. I begged her to understand that I would not be jealous and that just knowing she was enjoying the fun and excitement of extramarital sex would make me the happiest man in the world. She still wasn't convinced and said that it didn't matter to her that I only had a little penis it was all that she needed or wanted.
Nothing more was said on the subject as she refused to speak about it whenever I tried to re-open the discussion. We had nevertheless a satisfying sexual life, having intercourse several times a week. Our sex was standard most of the time with some spice once in a while, but never kinky. Pavitra had a submissive tendency but, unfortunately, I was far from being the dominant type. So she reluctantly buried that submissiveness in the deepness of her mind and libido.
Then, after a few years, for some reason, I lost almost all my stamina, so I was not able anymore to satisfy Pavitra as she deserved to be. After a while, my penis kind of shrunk to a 2-3 inch long flaccid sack, and would now get hard only when I have fantasies about Pavitra cuckolding me. For some time, we tried to manage things but the last 5 or 6 have been a struggle. Main reason? I have started to have serious performance issues related to sex. I would turn to better living through pharmaceuticals, but I have a blood pressure issue that runs in my ****** and my doctor said such a path would be unwise, but this soon proved to be insufficient as Pavitra's sexual needs were higher. She needed real sex with a real man. She needed to make her libido bloom like a woman in her 30s was entitled to. Having a rather open relationship, we would freely discuss our issues in a civilized manner.
I must admit that I had cuckoldry fantasies for quite some time, even before we married. Thus, with my sex issue, those fantasies came up more often in my mind. So much so that, after some hesitation, I decided to talk Pavitra into indulging in a cuckold lifestyle. She had always been very candid with me about her preferences in men: she was attracted to young dominant men, preferably Strong ones. In her work, she dealt with Young males every day, given her field of study. So being with Young people did not embarrass her at all, on the contrary.
After a few open conversations about the possibility of looking somewhere else to satisfy her sexual appetite and find fulfillment, we agreed that she would give it a try. In a matter of two years or so, she had dates with two young men and had intercourse with them. But those were short-term affairs due to the lack of special connection with her lovers. Pavitra and she have developed a nice complicity over the years, Aisha (our live-in maid) being aware of my wife's taste for young dominant men. After a few weeks, however, Pavitra put an end to the affair, her young lover lacking maturity and, most of all, lacking the controlling and dominant qualities she was looking for. Her deep desire was to meet a young, dominant - but not utterly macho - young man who would also be more than a lover, someone who could certainly fulfill her sexually but who could also understand her and be a true friend deserving her complete confidence. And I kept encouraging Pavitra and telling her that she would find the "real man" someday.
After 20 years of marriage-
Weeks and months went by, and my cuckold inclinations would not diminish, nor Pavitra's inner dream of finding the right lover-friend. Until a new young black Muslim gentleman by the name of Saladin joined her group of graduate students. He had just brilliantly got his master's degree in Business management. Given his intention to carry on and get a Ph., and given Pavitra's high reputation, he had applied to be under Pavitra's supervision and guidance. After reviewing Saladin's credentials and interviewing him, she gladly offered him to join her group, with the possibility of earning some revenue as her assistant eventually. Pavitra was always willing to accept brilliant and promising students anyway.
Pavitra had told me that Saladin was a handsome, polite, well-dressed, and clean young man. His warm but quiet personality would soon earn him acceptance into Pavitra's group of 10 graduate students. Furthermore, he is a brilliant and quite knowledgeable person pursuing his management research and studies very seriously. No wonder that the female members of the group were attracted to him, including Pavitra.
My beloved wife was a middle-aged woman but was sure up to par with the young female students. She had kept the look and figure of a young woman despite her 43 years; Pavitra is 5 feet 5 inches tall wheatish, slightly plump just enough, with full, lightly sagging breasts. I consider her body as perfect, with very sexy long legs and buttocks just protruding enough. Men would notice with pleasure her very elegant clothing but she would never be overly sexy She always wears only sarees and salwar kameez and She always wears sindoor and mangalsutra like a pious Hindu woman. They were not treated with a cleavage view or extra high-heeled shoes; they could nevertheless feel her sensuality through her demeanor. Her voice and her demure manners give her a special charm and make her attractive in her way.
When we had nothing special on the agenda in the evening, Pavitra and I would usually extend our dinner at home and remain at the table chatting and talking about our day at work and various other subjects. For some time, I had noticed that my wife would talk about Saladin more often than one could expect in a professional relationship between a university professor and a graduate student.
One night, while I was sipping coffee in her company, I suggested that she invite Saladin for dinner with us at home. I immediately saw her blushing and avoiding looking at me in the eyes. She turned to me and said:
"Yes honey, that's a good idea. This way you will get to meet him. You will see that he is a real gentleman despite his young age."
"How old is he, sweetheart?" I asked.
"Oh, he is 23..." Pavitra replied.
"Nice. I can't wait to meet him. Of course, I am sure that you guys will talk 'work', won't you?"
"Well, no, I'll try not to. We are so deeply involved with our scholarly work that it's nice sometimes to get away from it all. And, knowing you by now, I'm sure that you'll try to discover his personality to see if it fits with your beloved wife's," Pavitra added with a wicked smile on her face.
"Well, agreed. Let's invite him for dinner on Saturday. I'll give an advance notice to Aisha [our live-in maid]." Aisha is aware of my wife's taste for young dominant men.
"You're a sweetheart", said Pavitra. Being ever a woman, she added: "I wonder how I should dress for the occasion..." This had the immediate effect of hardening my tiny penis.
"Jannu,(darling) I'll help you pick the right clothes if you want," I replied with a slight lift in my voice that didn't go unnoticed by Pavitra.
Next day
"Hi. What a surprise! I'm not used to getting phone calls from you at work. What's up?" was Pavitra's answer.
"Hmmmm... I was just wondering... Were you able to ask Saladin if he's available on Saturday?"
"You couldn't wait, did you? Yes, Ravi, I did. He readily accepted. He said that he was honored. I told him that you would pick him up on the campus."
"Oh, nice! I'm glad that he accepted our invitation, and I can't wait to meet him. So, honey, I'll go back to work now. I have a meeting in about 10 minutes. I was just calling for that."
"You know, Ravi, I'm also very happy that Saladin can be with us this coming Saturday. I can't wait either to introduce him to you. I'm sure you'll like him." added Pavitra.
"I do not doubt that Jannu (darling)," I said before ending the call. "See you tonight."
This was on Tuesday, the day after Pavitra and I had decided to invite Saladin. For me, the rest of the week felt like a decade. The thought of seeing Saladin at home with Pavitra fed my fantasies, so much that my diminutive prick kept throbbing and oozing pre-cum almost continuously. After an agonizing week, the Date day (or should I say the Fuck day...) finally arrived. In the morning, after our breakfast served on the patio by our maid Aisha, Pavitra asked her to prepare her bath with her usual preferred scented foam.
"I'll go in the pool a little, jannu," I said. "Would you like me to wash you up in your bath, say in about half an hour? This will give you time to relax."
"Hmmmm... I don't know. Why such a thing, Jannu? You haven't done that for ages. You know that I'm not used anymore to being touched by you. Well... given that it's a special day, I'll say yes... But this will not be a habit." Pavitra said.
"OK, sweetheart. I'll see you later in the bathroom. After, I could help you pick the appropriate clothes for tonight. Remember my offer the other day?"
"Yes, Ravi. I do remember. Don't you recall that you have been my 'dress advisor' before each date that I had with those two Young men? Is this a coincidence or could it be a harbinger of a whole new future?" Pavitra stated with her contagious smile.
"Uh... I don't know, honey. Whatever... you know that my utmost wish is that you be happy," I answered with a trembling voice, my heart beating hard and my tiny penis throbbing.
This being said, I rushed to remove my bathrobe and dove right away into the pool, trying hard to hide my embarrassment. After some time in the pool and a shower, I joined Pavitra in our bathroom. She was lying in the tub, her eyes closed, as if she was dreaming. Without saying a word, I stayed put for a moment just to look at her short page-cut reddish hair and perfect face. "You're so beautiful, and I love you so much," I uttered in a low voice, at which time she opened her pretty green eyes and smiled.
"You better wash me now, honey. The water is not so hot anymore."
"Yes, darling. Here I am," I said, now on my knees, and I started to wash her body thoroughly, without touching her vagina and ass. Those intimate parts of her body had been no man's land for about two years now since we stopped having sexual intercourse.
"Honey, we should dress casually tonight, don't you think?" Pavitra said before coming out of her tub for me to dry her up.
"Yes, I agree. The weather forecast is promising; we should ask Aisha to serve dinner on the patio. With nice soft Indian music and low lights in the pool and around."
"Mmmmmm. Yes... So what will I wear then?" Pavitra asked.
"I thought about it, and I would suggest that you wear a Red silk nighty with black petals with gold mangal sutra around the neck and Diamond bracelets on the right hand Wearing gold bangles on the left hand and sindoor on the forehead and a nose ring is very good. This will be very appropriate given that we will have dinner outdoors tonight. To this, you could add your Black medium-heeled mules. What do you think?"
"Your advice has always been good when I had my dates, honey," Pavitra replied with a coy smile, "and it is again this time." And, looking at her toes, she added: "My nail polish sure needs to be freshened up, would you help me with that?"
"Sure, sweetheart. Do you want to put your shiny Black polish on your toe and fingernails, just as we did the last time you prepared for a date? Remember, we thought that black would be fitting and assorted to black skin," I commented with a smile.
"Yes, indeed. That would be perfectly appropriate this time again, honey," Pavitra said, giving me tender kisses on the cheeks.
When we finished pampering Pavitra it was almost 4:00 p.m. AIsha told us that she would cook Biryani “specially for Saladin” and asked me to pick the wine in the cellar. I chose the two 2006 Dandelion Vineyards bottles that I had kept for a special occasion like this one.
Going back to Pavitra, I noticed that she was somewhat nervous -- just like me -- at the idea of having Saladin with us in our home, which had not been the case with the two young men before. Without having to say anything we knew well that it could be the beginning of a new love affair for Pavitra and, who knows, of a new life for us if there was the right connection between her and her eventual new boyfriend. Our adrenaline level was quite high. We tried to relax ourselves a little with a margarita or two.
We had agreed that I would go pick up Saladin at his room on the campus and that Pavitra would stay home waiting for us. It was 5:30 when I left with the Mercedes. I didn't have any problem finding the right building and Saladin's room. I couldn't wait to see him in person. Gathering all my composure, I knocked on the door. After what felt like an eternity, the door opened. I saw a handsome young black man about 6 feet tall, greeting me with a smile. We readily shook hands and introduced ourselves.
"Please come in, Mr. Ravi Chaturvedi," Saladin said. I entered his two-room hostel. I saw right away that the place was quite different than our watchman restroom. The young man had limited financial means.
"Please call me Ravi," I answered. "I'm sure that we are already friends, Saladin. Pavitra told me so many good things about you. I was eager to see you and to get to know you more."
I smiled when I saw him get a fresh flower bouquet -- a dozen Red roses -- and a bottle of wine. He also grabbed a small sports bag. "I am bringing a few things, such as my bathing suit," he said. Mrs. Ravi Pandey told me not to forget that, just in case I would like to enjoy your pool."
"Yes, Saladin, of course. You are certainly free to enjoy our pool tonight," I answered. The flowers and wine were a nice mark of attention on his part, especially given his low income. We then left right away and walked to the car. I noticed Saladin's expression when he saw the Mercedes; he was impressed.
On our way back home we talked about his work in Pavitra's team. He spent the whole time sharing his admiration for her great knowledge and expertise and telling me that he didn't regret his move from New Delhi to work on his Ph.D. thesis under the supervision of such an authority, and on top of that, such a nice lady. I soon saw how much Saladin was an assertive and self-confident individual despite his mere 23 years. No doubt that he could be in charge in any situation or relationship. No wonder that he had had such an effect on my rather submissive wife. My heart beating like mad, I hoped that she could find happiness this time with this man who seemed to be just the right type for her.
PART 1 END
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How did my life begin?
I'm an orphan. My education and my whole life also happened in this Brahmani Seva Samithi (Orphanage) My warden used to do all his housework with me like sweeping the house, Even my fellow children used to make fun of me, my fellow students understood my submissiveness and used to do chores with me in the hostel, washing clothes. After completion of post-graduation, I got a good job in campus selection and then a small growing company in India company named Lunar Pharma I was appointed as General Manager, My hard-working ethos and my good ideas and good deeds made the company spread all over India.
Recognizing my talent, Prahallada Sharma, the CMD of our company, specially congratulated me and made me the president of the company. Within a short time, the business was expanded to America and European countries A 300 crore company has grown into a 2000 crore company Our CMD Prahlada Sharma, who saw my talent, my hard work ethic, and my goodness, invited me to his home for dinner.
Honoring Prahlada Sharma's invitation, I went to his place for dinner He cordially invited me into their house as soon as I entered their house I felt like entering a temple surrounded by statues of Hindu Gods. He introduced his wife, Mangala Sharma, bowed to both of them, and took their blessings while we were having our meal, beautiful Indian music was playing in our ears After the meal, Prahallada Sharma explained to me about his ******. In their words, they are an Indian orthodox Brahmin ******, all pious, and he does not like any bad habits. They are vegetarians who give more importance to ****** values Even though I am an orphan, he said he was very proud of me for working so hard to reach such a high level.
He was very happy that I did not have any bad habits. He informed me that he has only one ********, and she is a traditionalist who studied hard and today works as a researcher at the University of Mumbai, her name is Pavitra Sharma. Both husband and wife want to marry her if I don't mind. Without seeing what she would look like, I happily agreed to both of their wishes. A month later I got married to Pavitra Sharma in a grand ceremony according to Hindu religious rituals. I saw Pavitra Sharma for the first time at the wedding. She looked gorgeous Pavitra Sharma looks like Hindi movie actress Jayaprada At the time of our marriage I was 33 and my wife was 23 years old. Two years later Prahallada Sharma and his wife Mangala Sharma died of illness within a few days of each other. After the death of Prahallada Sharma, I took over the responsibility of CMD(chairman cum managing director) of LunarPharmaa. As a CMD I was immersed in the expansion of the business and I had to be away from home for a while. My wife had a lot of trouble spending time alone near home, on the one hand, we have been married for two years, and we have not had any children because of my low sperm count.************************************************************************************
CHAPTER ONE: PLANTING THE SEEDS OF CUCKOLDING;
After 10 years of marriage -
I was very aware that my beautiful wife had developed into a very sensuous woman. She was a stunning Black haired beauty who attracted the attention of all the red-blooded males she came in contact with. We were both virgins when we married and very innocent & we both have a submissive nature. I knew that the day would come when I would have to explain to Pavitra that my penis was quite small and that I would understand if she felt the need to explore her sexuality with another man.
As we lay in bed I cradled her head to my chest and told her how much I loved her and why I believed it would be a good thing for both of us if she took a lover. I tried to explain that my 4-inch penis could not possibly satisfy her properly and that it excited me to dream of her being made love to by a well-endowed lover. I also told her that I would get great pleasure knowing that she was able to enjoy a big cock without feeling any guilt, safe in the knowledge that she had a very understanding husband to support her. She was not impressed and could not believe that I was suggesting that she should cheat on me. I begged her to understand that I would not be jealous and that just knowing she was enjoying the fun and excitement of extramarital sex would make me the happiest man in the world. She still wasn't convinced and said that it didn't matter to her that I only had a little penis it was all that she needed or wanted.
Nothing more was said on the subject as she refused to speak about it whenever I tried to re-open the discussion. We had nevertheless a satisfying sexual life, having intercourse several times a week. Our sex was standard most of the time with some spice once in a while, but never kinky. Pavitra had a submissive tendency but, unfortunately, I was far from being the dominant type. So she reluctantly buried that submissiveness in the deepness of her mind and libido.
Then, after a few years, for some reason, I lost almost all my stamina, so I was not able anymore to satisfy Pavitra as she deserved to be. After a while, my penis kind of shrunk to a 2-3 inch long flaccid sack, and would now get hard only when I have fantasies about Pavitra cuckolding me. For some time, we tried to manage things but the last 5 or 6 have been a struggle. Main reason? I have started to have serious performance issues related to sex. I would turn to better living through pharmaceuticals, but I have a blood pressure issue that runs in my ****** and my doctor said such a path would be unwise, but this soon proved to be insufficient as Pavitra's sexual needs were higher. She needed real sex with a real man. She needed to make her libido bloom like a woman in her 30s was entitled to. Having a rather open relationship, we would freely discuss our issues in a civilized manner.
I must admit that I had cuckoldry fantasies for quite some time, even before we married. Thus, with my sex issue, those fantasies came up more often in my mind. So much so that, after some hesitation, I decided to talk Pavitra into indulging in a cuckold lifestyle. She had always been very candid with me about her preferences in men: she was attracted to young dominant men, preferably Strong ones. In her work, she dealt with Young males every day, given her field of study. So being with Young people did not embarrass her at all, on the contrary.
After a few open conversations about the possibility of looking somewhere else to satisfy her sexual appetite and find fulfillment, we agreed that she would give it a try. In a matter of two years or so, she had dates with two young men and had intercourse with them. But those were short-term affairs due to the lack of special connection with her lovers. Pavitra and she have developed a nice complicity over the years, Aisha (our live-in maid) being aware of my wife's taste for young dominant men. After a few weeks, however, Pavitra put an end to the affair, her young lover lacking maturity and, most of all, lacking the controlling and dominant qualities she was looking for. Her deep desire was to meet a young, dominant - but not utterly macho - young man who would also be more than a lover, someone who could certainly fulfill her sexually but who could also understand her and be a true friend deserving her complete confidence. And I kept encouraging Pavitra and telling her that she would find the "real man" someday.
After 20 years of marriage-
Weeks and months went by, and my cuckold inclinations would not diminish, nor Pavitra's inner dream of finding the right lover-friend. Until a new young black Muslim gentleman by the name of Saladin joined her group of graduate students. He had just brilliantly got his master's degree in Business management. Given his intention to carry on and get a Ph., and given Pavitra's high reputation, he had applied to be under Pavitra's supervision and guidance. After reviewing Saladin's credentials and interviewing him, she gladly offered him to join her group, with the possibility of earning some revenue as her assistant eventually. Pavitra was always willing to accept brilliant and promising students anyway.
Pavitra had told me that Saladin was a handsome, polite, well-dressed, and clean young man. His warm but quiet personality would soon earn him acceptance into Pavitra's group of 10 graduate students. Furthermore, he is a brilliant and quite knowledgeable person pursuing his management research and studies very seriously. No wonder that the female members of the group were attracted to him, including Pavitra.
My beloved wife was a middle-aged woman but was sure up to par with the young female students. She had kept the look and figure of a young woman despite her 43 years; Pavitra is 5 feet 5 inches tall wheatish, slightly plump just enough, with full, lightly sagging breasts. I consider her body as perfect, with very sexy long legs and buttocks just protruding enough. Men would notice with pleasure her very elegant clothing but she would never be overly sexy She always wears only sarees and salwar kameez and She always wears sindoor and mangalsutra like a pious Hindu woman. They were not treated with a cleavage view or extra high-heeled shoes; they could nevertheless feel her sensuality through her demeanor. Her voice and her demure manners give her a special charm and make her attractive in her way.
When we had nothing special on the agenda in the evening, Pavitra and I would usually extend our dinner at home and remain at the table chatting and talking about our day at work and various other subjects. For some time, I had noticed that my wife would talk about Saladin more often than one could expect in a professional relationship between a university professor and a graduate student.
One night, while I was sipping coffee in her company, I suggested that she invite Saladin for dinner with us at home. I immediately saw her blushing and avoiding looking at me in the eyes. She turned to me and said:
"Yes honey, that's a good idea. This way you will get to meet him. You will see that he is a real gentleman despite his young age."
"How old is he, sweetheart?" I asked.
"Oh, he is 23..." Pavitra replied.
"Nice. I can't wait to meet him. Of course, I am sure that you guys will talk 'work', won't you?"
"Well, no, I'll try not to. We are so deeply involved with our scholarly work that it's nice sometimes to get away from it all. And, knowing you by now, I'm sure that you'll try to discover his personality to see if it fits with your beloved wife's," Pavitra added with a wicked smile on her face.
"Well, agreed. Let's invite him for dinner on Saturday. I'll give an advance notice to Aisha [our live-in maid]." Aisha is aware of my wife's taste for young dominant men.
"You're a sweetheart", said Pavitra. Being ever a woman, she added: "I wonder how I should dress for the occasion..." This had the immediate effect of hardening my tiny penis.
"Jannu,(darling) I'll help you pick the right clothes if you want," I replied with a slight lift in my voice that didn't go unnoticed by Pavitra.
Next day
"Hi. What a surprise! I'm not used to getting phone calls from you at work. What's up?" was Pavitra's answer.
"Hmmmm... I was just wondering... Were you able to ask Saladin if he's available on Saturday?"
"You couldn't wait, did you? Yes, Ravi, I did. He readily accepted. He said that he was honored. I told him that you would pick him up on the campus."
"Oh, nice! I'm glad that he accepted our invitation, and I can't wait to meet him. So, honey, I'll go back to work now. I have a meeting in about 10 minutes. I was just calling for that."
"You know, Ravi, I'm also very happy that Saladin can be with us this coming Saturday. I can't wait either to introduce him to you. I'm sure you'll like him." added Pavitra.
"I do not doubt that Jannu (darling)," I said before ending the call. "See you tonight."
This was on Tuesday, the day after Pavitra and I had decided to invite Saladin. For me, the rest of the week felt like a decade. The thought of seeing Saladin at home with Pavitra fed my fantasies, so much that my diminutive prick kept throbbing and oozing pre-cum almost continuously. After an agonizing week, the Date day (or should I say the Fuck day...) finally arrived. In the morning, after our breakfast served on the patio by our maid Aisha, Pavitra asked her to prepare her bath with her usual preferred scented foam.
"I'll go in the pool a little, jannu," I said. "Would you like me to wash you up in your bath, say in about half an hour? This will give you time to relax."
"Hmmmm... I don't know. Why such a thing, Jannu? You haven't done that for ages. You know that I'm not used anymore to being touched by you. Well... given that it's a special day, I'll say yes... But this will not be a habit." Pavitra said.
"OK, sweetheart. I'll see you later in the bathroom. After, I could help you pick the appropriate clothes for tonight. Remember my offer the other day?"
"Yes, Ravi. I do remember. Don't you recall that you have been my 'dress advisor' before each date that I had with those two Young men? Is this a coincidence or could it be a harbinger of a whole new future?" Pavitra stated with her contagious smile.
"Uh... I don't know, honey. Whatever... you know that my utmost wish is that you be happy," I answered with a trembling voice, my heart beating hard and my tiny penis throbbing.
This being said, I rushed to remove my bathrobe and dove right away into the pool, trying hard to hide my embarrassment. After some time in the pool and a shower, I joined Pavitra in our bathroom. She was lying in the tub, her eyes closed, as if she was dreaming. Without saying a word, I stayed put for a moment just to look at her short page-cut reddish hair and perfect face. "You're so beautiful, and I love you so much," I uttered in a low voice, at which time she opened her pretty green eyes and smiled.
"You better wash me now, honey. The water is not so hot anymore."
"Yes, darling. Here I am," I said, now on my knees, and I started to wash her body thoroughly, without touching her vagina and ass. Those intimate parts of her body had been no man's land for about two years now since we stopped having sexual intercourse.
"Honey, we should dress casually tonight, don't you think?" Pavitra said before coming out of her tub for me to dry her up.
"Yes, I agree. The weather forecast is promising; we should ask Aisha to serve dinner on the patio. With nice soft Indian music and low lights in the pool and around."
"Mmmmmm. Yes... So what will I wear then?" Pavitra asked.
"I thought about it, and I would suggest that you wear a Red silk nighty with black petals with gold mangal sutra around the neck and Diamond bracelets on the right hand Wearing gold bangles on the left hand and sindoor on the forehead and a nose ring is very good. This will be very appropriate given that we will have dinner outdoors tonight. To this, you could add your Black medium-heeled mules. What do you think?"
"Your advice has always been good when I had my dates, honey," Pavitra replied with a coy smile, "and it is again this time." And, looking at her toes, she added: "My nail polish sure needs to be freshened up, would you help me with that?"
"Sure, sweetheart. Do you want to put your shiny Black polish on your toe and fingernails, just as we did the last time you prepared for a date? Remember, we thought that black would be fitting and assorted to black skin," I commented with a smile.
"Yes, indeed. That would be perfectly appropriate this time again, honey," Pavitra said, giving me tender kisses on the cheeks.
When we finished pampering Pavitra it was almost 4:00 p.m. AIsha told us that she would cook Biryani “specially for Saladin” and asked me to pick the wine in the cellar. I chose the two 2006 Dandelion Vineyards bottles that I had kept for a special occasion like this one.
Going back to Pavitra, I noticed that she was somewhat nervous -- just like me -- at the idea of having Saladin with us in our home, which had not been the case with the two young men before. Without having to say anything we knew well that it could be the beginning of a new love affair for Pavitra and, who knows, of a new life for us if there was the right connection between her and her eventual new boyfriend. Our adrenaline level was quite high. We tried to relax ourselves a little with a margarita or two.
We had agreed that I would go pick up Saladin at his room on the campus and that Pavitra would stay home waiting for us. It was 5:30 when I left with the Mercedes. I didn't have any problem finding the right building and Saladin's room. I couldn't wait to see him in person. Gathering all my composure, I knocked on the door. After what felt like an eternity, the door opened. I saw a handsome young black man about 6 feet tall, greeting me with a smile. We readily shook hands and introduced ourselves.
"Please come in, Mr. Ravi Chaturvedi," Saladin said. I entered his two-room hostel. I saw right away that the place was quite different than our watchman restroom. The young man had limited financial means.
"Please call me Ravi," I answered. "I'm sure that we are already friends, Saladin. Pavitra told me so many good things about you. I was eager to see you and to get to know you more."
I smiled when I saw him get a fresh flower bouquet -- a dozen Red roses -- and a bottle of wine. He also grabbed a small sports bag. "I am bringing a few things, such as my bathing suit," he said. Mrs. Ravi Pandey told me not to forget that, just in case I would like to enjoy your pool."
"Yes, Saladin, of course. You are certainly free to enjoy our pool tonight," I answered. The flowers and wine were a nice mark of attention on his part, especially given his low income. We then left right away and walked to the car. I noticed Saladin's expression when he saw the Mercedes; he was impressed.
On our way back home we talked about his work in Pavitra's team. He spent the whole time sharing his admiration for her great knowledge and expertise and telling me that he didn't regret his move from New Delhi to work on his Ph.D. thesis under the supervision of such an authority, and on top of that, such a nice lady. I soon saw how much Saladin was an assertive and self-confident individual despite his mere 23 years. No doubt that he could be in charge in any situation or relationship. No wonder that he had had such an effect on my rather submissive wife. My heart beating like mad, I hoped that she could find happiness this time with this man who seemed to be just the right type for her.
PART 1 END
