Its year 2184. Date 2nd April.
More than 3 months had passed since my
marriage and it still seems like yesterday.
My parents were celebrating their 25th
wedding anniversary and had requested the wives of all 3 of their married sons
to come to their village to be a part of celebration. It was the first time
since my marriage that I was meeting my brothers and I was very excited about
it.
As usual, G was late in returning from the
hospital and it was quite late night when we reached my parents’ home. As our
car entered our drive way, my father came out with a large plate full of
lighted lamps. He did aarti of G and we entered our home. Both my Bhabhis
having already retired to their bedrooms. I sat on the floor beside G, pressing
her legs while Nemo served the dinner. I, Nemo and father ate later with myself
eating in the plate of G, finishing her leftovers as well.
G was so tired that she had already slept when
I entered the bedroom. I changed in to my nightwear ( A front open gown with
only a string keeping both the ends in place so that she may have full access
of my body if she happens to awake at night) and slipped alongside her
silently.
My sleep was broken when G’s hand crept
inside my gown at 4’o’clock in morning. She wanted to make love. I didn’t like
being woken up so early but I knew that she is my owner and I don’t have the
right to say a “no”. As she removed my gown, my dick sprung to attention. She
threw away her T shirt and shorts and started riding me in frenzy. I kept my
moans to be minimum since everyone else appeared to be sleeping and soon, G had
her climax, myself following immediately afterwards. G rolled over and almost
immediately went back to sleep.
I awoke the next morning when Nemo banged
on the door. I had again got in to my gown after sex last night but G was
sleeping naked, I tried to wake up G but she didn’t want to rise from bed. I
picked up her T shirt and shorts from the floor and gave them to the half-awake
G to wear. As I opened the door, Nemo entered with a tray containing tea. I
took the tray from her hand and virtually pushed him out as he was giggling
constantly.
G picked up a cup of tea from the tray as
her left hand again crept up in to my gown. I tried to avoid it but G was
adamant. Both my breasts got squeezed and pinched in succession while she
finished her tea.
G and both the Bhabhis had planned to visit
the fields belonging to my mother and all of them left for the fields shortly
thereafter. I wore a saree after taking bath and came to the backyard where
both my elder brothers, Yashdeep and Vikas were sitting with father and Nemo.
All of us were in saree while Nemo was wearing a Salwar kameez.
I have always had an inferiority complex in
presence of my brothers. They are more fair, beautiful and smart than me and I
am not very talkative too. Yash bhaia was telling mother about the latest
developments in his sasural when the discussion turned towards who among all
the three married brothers is more lucky. Father also wanted to be a part of
the discussion but he had a lot of chores to do like preparing the lunch and
washing clothes. Bhaia gave an idea that all of us shall bring the clothes of
ourselves and our wives and simultaneously wash the clothes and have discussion
too. Father also liked the idea and all of us went to our rooms to get the
clothes. Yash and Vikas bhaia also brought the clothes of their infant
daughters.
Yash bhaia said that he was the most lucky
since he had been married for more than 5 years and Bhabhi had never beaten
him. “I was very afraid since Mom used to beat Dad daily but luckily she loves
me a lot and even when I do some mistake, it’s only a slap or two” Said Yash
bhaia.
“Your Mom also loves me a lot” said father,
immediately coming to the defense of Mom. “But she had to create an example in
front of all of you so that you boys may learn to respect your wives when you
get married”.
Vikas bhaia said that he is the luckiest
one. “We are a joint family. Whenever she returned from office and I used to
bring tea for her, my father in law insisted that I should sit on the floor at
her feet and press her legs. It was very humiliating for me to press her legs
in presence of the whole family so she started taking the evening tea in our
bed room. I still press her legs but the humiliation is not there. She really
loves me a lot”.
“As I was telling Monu last time” father
said almost angrily, “It’s an honor for a man to press the legs of his wife and
you should never feel humiliated by this. I shall see to it that during today’s
lunch, you shall press her legs and do it in presence of your Bhabhi and Garima
ji”. Nemo started giggling again and Vikas bhaia threw a towel at him.
“Why are you silent Monu?” Yash bhaia
asked. “You also tell us something about your luck”. I was washing G’s T shirt
and didn’t even look up. “Must be tired bhaia” teased Vikas bhaia. “He was busy
even at 4 AM. His bangles were making a lot of noise early morning”. My face
turned red with shame.
Father was examining my heap of clothes and suddenly he
started rebuking me, “You boys never listen to me. I had told you that you
should always wash the night wear of your wife daily even if it is not dirty.
Where is her Kurta and Lungi?” “She does not wear Kurta and Lungi Dad. She
wears T shirt and shorts at night and I wash them daily” I replied.
Suddenly there was an awkward silence.
Father broke it by asking Nemo to go and bring tea for all of us. It was clear
that he didn’t want to discuss something in presence of his unmarried son. As Nemo
departed, Vikas bhaia asked “How can she make love to you if she is wearing
shorts. My wife wears a lungi so that she may take me inside her anytime”. “She
takes it off” Said I, my face crimson red with shame. “But a wife always
remains fully clothed while making love to her husband, who is fully nude. This
is the universal custom. How else is she going to remind her husband that she
is his owner and he is a slave to her.” Said Yash bhaia this time. “I have no
illusions bhaia”, said I. “I know that my place is at her feet and she is my
owner but never during the last three months, she has ever reminded me that.
She treats me like a husband, not a slave.”
There was a few minutes of uncomfortable
silence after which Dad stood up, kissed my forehead and declared, “He is the luckiest one”.
Suddenly doorbell rang. G and Bhabhis had
returned. The luckiest one and the not so lucky ones, all ran to place their
foreheads at the feet of their respective wives.
