My name is Maya and this is the story of my life and love. I was was sitting on the couch breast feeding my father in law when the telephone rang. (You may like to read my poem " A good deed" published in literotica). Daddy (my father in law); and I had become lovers soon after my wedding. He was much better endowed than my husband and far more imaginative and aggressive as a lover. My husband believed in plain vanilla sex and was always very gentle and considerate. We would always make love in the conventional missionary position and the frequency was also very low -- not more than thrice a week.
My husband was my first lover. I had read many romantic novels and watched some movies, which contained scenes of explicit sex and erotic love. The women seemed to enjoy sex and I was unable to reach the same heights of excitement and arousal in my marital sex. I felt disappointed and wondered if all that I had read and seen was only confined to the realm of films and novels. I never thought I will experience the passion and excitement of raw sex which I dreamt of.
Once we had gone to a friend's house for a party. The drinks were flowing and the topic turned to sex. The question of swinging and exchanging partners cropped up. Almost all the women were aghast at the very concept. The host then suggested that we all watch a nice blue film which will make all the couples go home in a mood for sex. There was general agreement.
The movie we saw was full of sex. Almost all taboo acts like water sports, anal sex were shown including fellatio. The film depicted a young white woman who falls under the spell of her black gardener. The gardener was much older than the woman and he slowly transformed the white lady into his personal sex slut. The wife totally under her black gardener's spell that she became ready to submit to any of his demands. What began as an employer- employee relationship got transformed to a master slave situation. The movie showed the black man ordering, humiliating and degrading the white wife -- and the lady was enjoying it -- thanks to the big cock she was allowed to worship.
On our way back, my husband asked me what I felt about the film. I was embarrassed and my face went red. Hubby misunderstood my emotions and apologized that we had to see such a movie. He went on to say that he was shocked at the scenes in the movie and how the white woman ever agreed to even act out some of the scenes -- leave alone any one accepting to do it in real life.
Hubby's views left me flabbergasted. I thought he was indeed very naïve. He did not understand women. Despite all the talk of women's liberation, every woman yearns to be mastered. Women have a primal desire to submit to a strong male. We may like gentlemen in other spheres of life, but when it comes to sex, the caveman wins every time. This message has been programmed into every woman's brain. We want a man who will take us, take his pleasure and not treat us like glass dolls. The hard grip of a man, controlling his woman's body, even causing her pain, but pleasuring her with his cock, is far better than a gentle lover who we cannot feel. Women respect male strength, and the rougher a man behaves during sex, the more she enjoys. A woman will respect a man who treats her like an object -- designed to satisfy his desires -- which is what she is ultimately meant for. That is how nature intended it and no amount of culture or civilization is going to change or overcome the animal in human beings. I was quite disappointed with my husband and quite frankly lost my respect for him that evening.
Our home consisted of my husband, his father and me. My mother in law had expired a year before our marriage. Our house belonged to my father in law. It was nice independent building with a large garden in the front and a small open patch of land in the rear. We were well shielded from the road with several large shady trees protecting our boundary. The ground floor consisted of a sitting room, kitchen, dining room and a guest bedroom on the ground floor. The first floor had two large bedrooms and a big balcony which could be approached through either bedroom. My father in law continued to occupy the bedroom he and my late mother in law used. Our bedroom was adjoining theirs and the two rooms had a connecting door. When we made love, my husband was very careful that we should be quiet lest any sound percolate into the other bedroom. It was almost as though our lovemaking was illicit and we had to conceal it from the world.
My husband was a software engineer. His job required frequent travel. Being young, he was often sent out on assignments. During these trips, which lasted anything from a few days to a month, my father in law and I were alone at home. I had often felt Daddy sneaking furtive glances when he thought I was not aware of him. In the beginning I ignored him thinking it was just my imagination. As time passed I became more aware of how Daddy was sizing me up. I could feel his eyes rove over my body. I too decided to indulge in what I thought was harmless flirting. I used to bend forward while giving him his morning coffee allowing him a deep view of my breasts. Sometimes I would accidentally brush his body with mine while we were moving around the house.
