Update 2
On President’s Day which that year was a day after the Valentine’s Day we had a three day weekend. Kumar and Malathy had invited us to their place to spend the week-end, promising us enough privacy on the Valentine’s Day. That week I came in early from my trip on Friday (cutting down some extra billable hours!) and we both landed up at Kumar’s place around late evening.
Preethi does not drink. Not even wine. The rest of us were nursing our respective drinks with Preethi playing the ideal hostess making some short eats like Masala Peanuts and Papads. A drink or so down the line, the topic of discussion moved on to Malathy’s doctoral thesis which was about polyamory in various cultures.
I was a little intrigued and asked her “So, when you say polyamory did you research both polygamy and polyandry?”
“Of course” shot back Malathy, further adding “You will be surprised at such a wide existence of polyandry”
“Well in India I only heard of Draupati of Maha Bharata who practiced polyandry”
It was Kumar’s turn to add his two bits saying “My dear friend, even in India polyandry is practiced. But it is kept normally under covers.”
“I can’t believe it” says Preethi.
“Kumar is right. It does exist in India. And, as he said it is kept under covers” reiterated Malathy.
Kumar went on, “On specific pattern I have come across is that polyandry combined with polygamy”
“You mean like spouse swapping?” asked Preethi.
“No. The pattern I have come across is different wherein, a married man takes another man’s wife as mistress. Basically the mistress and her master are polygamous whereas their spouses by marriage are monogamous” clarified Kumar.
I said “I guess it is my turn to convey my disbelief”
“It is true Anand. Most mistress-master relationships in India are like that. Mostly it is devised by the master. Since polygamy is illegal in India, it is very convenient for rich men. The lady is married to someone else but remains the mistress of the rich man. Again, it is practiced with the consent of her husband” further clarified Malathy.
Preethi inquisitively asked, “Isn’t that like cuckoldry?”
Kumar went on, “Not at all. Both the master and mistress never tarnish the decorum of her married life. Likewise, the husband understands enough to allow them adequate privacy. In her relationship with her husband love and other duties of her as a wife precedes mating. Whereas her relationship with her master primarily revolves around their mating and its consequences”
“What consequences?” I asked though I had a vague idea what Kumar meant.
Malathy put it bluntly stating “Impregnation and carrying his children in her womb”
“And her husband doesn’t mind?” asked Preethi awe-struck.
“Not only does he not mind. But he undertakes all the responsibility in raising them as their father. Of course with complete financial support from the master” said Kumar.
“What kind of a guy allows his wife to be someone else mistress?” I said showing my disgust.
It was Malathy’s turn to add more saying “Well my dear friend. Many a time this happens not just with his consent but with his active encouragement”
“Well, I guess it is for all practical purpose polygamy. For the sake of providing that woman a social status she is married to someone. Basically rich and powerful guys much be practicing it” Preethi put forth her views.
Malathy said, “I have a few more surprises. In Kerala, which is predominantly a matriarchal society, I have come across cases where polyandry is practiced. The lady does not call herself mistress. She is married to one guy who raises her children. But she has one or more lovers in the side who father her children. It seems in olden days to improve the lineage this practice started”
“And the husband waits for his turn is it?” I mocked.
“It is true” said Malathy
That conversation came to an end. Kumar’s house unlike mine had a guest bedroom with a small living area for guests. I and Preethi retired there.
As usual after four days of starvation we pounced on each other. Our love making was hotter than normal. Preethi was taking lot more initiative than usual. She nudged me to stay much longer than usual with my face buried in her loin. She reached couple of orgasms thanks only to my tongue. Again Preethi was in command during our love making session after that, riding me into my orgasm and to my great surprise she too convulsed in orgasmic bliss.
Later as Preethi spooned against me I continued my loving caress with my right hand while Preethi continued her kissing and biting my left hand on which she was resting.
“You seem excited after hearing all that about polyandry”
“chee .. “ she elbowed me
“Come on darling. It was obvious”
She turned to face me. With our faces separated by few inches she asked, “What was obvious?”
“You were a tigress .. “
“I missed you … “
Our deep and passionate minute long kiss ensued.
Slowly we sank into slumber.
Next day morning during breakfast the same topic returned out of the blue. However this time it focused on spouse swapping.
Kumar said, “Though it is practiced among the elite in Mumbai and Delhi, I have not come across the same here among Indians”
“I wonder why” I said not really interested in finding out the answer but just to pull the conversation along. I didn’t know I had opened a Pandora’s Box.
Kumar replied “Well, I guess it is because Indian women are lot more insecure and possessive of their husbands than their American counterparts”
“Come on. You can do better than that” retorted Malathy
“And what about Indian men?” bristled Preethi
“Men are men wherever they are from. They never say no to some extra fun” Kumar passed a sly remark. I was not at all in agreement of this. For some reason, I guess to tease my wife, I kept quiet.
The argument, primarily between Kumar and Preethi went on for a while.
Kumar wanted to take all of us for go-carting that afternoon. He is a racing freak. For me driving is just the means to get me from point A to point B. So I was not very particular. Neither was Malathy. Preethi however, showed interest.
I went to the guest bedroom and sat with a book that I was reading. Preethi came to me with my coffee. I saw disappointment written all over her face. She can be very outspoken and bold. But for whatever reason she never wants to do anything that I don’t approve.
As she turned to go back I set the coffee aside and pulled her. She promptly fell on my lap with a yelp. Then realizing my intention she locked her arms around my neck.
“What stops you from going with Kumar”
I saw her eyes glistening. “Can I” she asked like a small kid
“Of course my future Architect of America” I said with a peck on her cheek.
Her smile further broadening she said, “Thanks. I will go help Malathy to prepare lunch”. I whacked her sumptuous bottom as she got up. She turned again to me hugged me holding just my head to her tummy. Then I let her go.
Soon after lunch Kumar and Preethi left for go carting. I helped Malathy to tidy up the kitchen.
Malathy suddenly said, “Actually I don’t mind going. But I purposely stayed back”
Me, “Oh My God! Malathy, why you did that? I could have managed alone”
Malathy, “I wanted to spend some time with you. More importantly have a serious conversation”
Me, “About what?”
Malathy, “I have heard a lot about your keeping your cool even in the most adverse situations. Even then first promise me that you will not get mad at me”
Me, “My! That was a loaded preamble. Ok I promise to keep my cool”
Malathy then dropped a bomb-shell, “Kumar is trying to seduce Preethi to become his mistress. But my worry is that
Preethi is also showing interest”
I was dumbfounded to say the least.
kamdev bhiya .. for starting a new thread ...
