01-05-2019, 08:22 PM
I walked towards Vinay and Barkha, sipping the orange juice, all the while observing their body language. Vinay noticed me approaching them from across the room. He half-waved at me and while taking a sip from his glass, seemed to say something to Barkha. The young hottie quickly turned her head to look at me, and then walked away from my husband.
I was never an insecure person, be it with all the boyfriends I had or the man I eventually married. I knew that they were all desirable men other women would find attractive too. Vinay was an especially attractive prospect - tall, broad-shouldered, intelligent, accomplished, handsome, polite, articulate, great sense of humor, and most of all, just a genuinely great guy. Throughout our married life, I had seen many women flirting with him. It never really bothered me too much. Because my self-esteem was always high enough to know that I was better than any of those women, be it physically or intellectually. And Vinay had never shown an signs of being interested in anyone else.
So why was it different with Barkha?
I had struggled with that question the whole time we were there. This feeling of insecurity was completely foreign to me. Why had it reared its head after all these years of marriage? Was I just projecting my own behavior on him? After all, Vinay had also never shown signs of being insecure, although he would occasionally get territorial and protective like he had with the nukkad guys. I had gotten my share of attention from many interested guys during our marriage, and Vinay had never really seemed bothered by it either. He also seemed completely oblivious to what I had been up to lately. And yet, I had fucked and sucked so many guys in recent months without him having a shred of suspicion.
Was that happening on his end as well? Had I been completely oblivious of what he was up to? He worked longer hours here than in Bombay, and I always assumed it was because his job was so demanding. But had he also been lured into a web of deceitful infidelity by the bizarre morals of the cow belt? If I was weak enough to give in, sleep around, and keep it a secret from him, maybe he was too.
What bothered me the most was the fact that it seemed to me like he was a lot more responsive and nervous around Barkha than I ever remembered him being with women who flirted with him in Bombay. In similar situations, when I observed some woman trying to throw herself at Vinay, he was always polite and friendly, but careful not to lead them on, just like I was with the men who flirted with me back then. But somehow, this seemed different. Was it really different or was I being paranoid because I had turned into a cock-guzzling slut? Or was he also enjoying the fresh taste of new sexual experiences? I had no idea.
"Hi honey." Vinay said effusively as I walked up to him. In my insecure state of mind, I thought I detected a hint of exaggerated emotion in his voice.
"Hi darling." I said and he hugged briefly.
"Having a good time?"
"It's okay. The branch manager's wife has been trying to recruit me in a pyramid scheme."
"Hahaha, really? I saw you two talking. That's what she was saying to you?"
"Yeah! What sort of people are you hiring?"
"You know this is no multinational." Vinay shrugged and said, rubbing my shoulders.
"So are we about done here? Can we leave soon?" I asked. "I need to get back to coding. I have a deadline."
"Yes, yes, just give me a few minutes." he said and after pecking me on the cheek, walked away.
I nibbled at the snacks, having polite conversations with people in the party as I watched Vinay talk to his subordinates. I noticed again that his conversations with Barkha seemed to last the longest, and seemed different than the others. From my perspective, it almost seemed like she was throwing a tantrum and he was trying to mollify her. Again, I wondered if I was just being paranoid, projecting my own behavior on him. She was a young hot little thing, but surely he couldn't cheat on me with her, I thought. Then I remembered all the men I had been with - working class men with largely questionable sex appeal (except for Raza). And yet I had countless orgasms with them. So clearly, just on-paper desirability was not the only metric for deciding whether to cheat.
I mingled with people politely and I was standing near the entrance when I saw the pyramid scheme lady purposefully walking towards me. Not wanting to be subject to another long pitch, I pretended that I had to make a phone call, put my mobile to my ear and walked out of the building and to the parking lot. It was a hot day and I hoped she didn't care enough about her scam to follow me into the heat.
Once I was sure she was not coming to ambush me, I took the phone off my ear and started checking my email, news, and other stuff. There were a bunch of vehicles parked in the lot, with some drivers milling around. One guy was a few feet away from me, stealing occasional glances in my direction. He didn't look familiar so I assumed it was because I looked so stunning in that elegant black sari, and ignoring his glances, kept checking various apps.
"There you are!!!" the door opened and Vinay walked out.
"Hey, I was just trying to avoid the pyramid scheme woman." I said.
"Okay listen." Vinay said, looking a little apologetic. "Turns out I will have to stick around for a while. There are a lot of operational issues that I have to deal with here."
"Oh." I said disappointed. "So we'll be here for a while?"
"Well, I have to be here." he said. "If your coding deadlines are urgent, you could just take the car and go home."
The paranoid side of me reared his head again. Maybe he really did have work to do and was genuinely concerned about my deadlines. Or maybe he just wanted to send me away so he could spend the day with Barkha, his hot young girlfriend.
"Okay.....but then how will you get home? Especially if you have to stay late?" I asked.
"I'll figure something out." he shrugged.
I was thinking about what to do when the guy near me spoke up.
"Saab?"
"Yeah?" Vinay looked at him.
"I couldn't help overhear what you two were saying. I am about to go back to town. If you want, I can drop memsaab off." he said earnestly.
"Oh, could you?" Vinay's face perked up.
"Who's this?" I whispered to Vinay in English.
"Just one moment." my husband said to the driver and pulled me to the side. "He drives a mini-bus. We hired him to transport guests to the venue locally. But his time ends soon and he is about to go back to our town."
"Okay." I said.
"If you go back with him, I can keep the car and drive back later." Vinay said.
Or, I said in my mind, you can use the car to take joyrides with Barkha and bang her somewhere.
"Hmmm." is what I said out loud.
"It's your decision." Vinay said, sensing my uncertainty. "If you want to drive back, that's fine too."
I actually wasn't looking forward to driving back those 100 kilometers. Say what you will about Bombay's chaotic traffic, but there's a method to the madness. Here in the cowbelt, especially on highways, it was crazy. Even that time I drove with Raza, it had been somewhat of a nightmare, with random cattle showing up and people driving on the wrong side every other moment. If it was possible for me to avoid driving, I would welcome the opportunity. Vinay had grown up in the cowbelt so he was accustomed to driving here. I had grown up in civilized Bombay, so wanted to avoid a long drive.
But I had also resolved not to put myself into positions of potential vulnerability.
I looked at the guy. He was staring at the ground, looking very harmless. I tried to remember the way he had glanced at me earlier. It had seemed mostly harmless. I didn't think he had any designs on me. Plus going with him meant that I wouldn't have to drive and Vinay would have the freedom to return on his own.
"Okay, I can go with him."
"Great." Vinay seemed a little too happy at my decision. I felt suspicious again, but pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind.
And so five minutes later, I found myself sitting in the mini-bus with the young driver as we pulled out of the parking lot.
I was never an insecure person, be it with all the boyfriends I had or the man I eventually married. I knew that they were all desirable men other women would find attractive too. Vinay was an especially attractive prospect - tall, broad-shouldered, intelligent, accomplished, handsome, polite, articulate, great sense of humor, and most of all, just a genuinely great guy. Throughout our married life, I had seen many women flirting with him. It never really bothered me too much. Because my self-esteem was always high enough to know that I was better than any of those women, be it physically or intellectually. And Vinay had never shown an signs of being interested in anyone else.
So why was it different with Barkha?
I had struggled with that question the whole time we were there. This feeling of insecurity was completely foreign to me. Why had it reared its head after all these years of marriage? Was I just projecting my own behavior on him? After all, Vinay had also never shown signs of being insecure, although he would occasionally get territorial and protective like he had with the nukkad guys. I had gotten my share of attention from many interested guys during our marriage, and Vinay had never really seemed bothered by it either. He also seemed completely oblivious to what I had been up to lately. And yet, I had fucked and sucked so many guys in recent months without him having a shred of suspicion.
Was that happening on his end as well? Had I been completely oblivious of what he was up to? He worked longer hours here than in Bombay, and I always assumed it was because his job was so demanding. But had he also been lured into a web of deceitful infidelity by the bizarre morals of the cow belt? If I was weak enough to give in, sleep around, and keep it a secret from him, maybe he was too.
What bothered me the most was the fact that it seemed to me like he was a lot more responsive and nervous around Barkha than I ever remembered him being with women who flirted with him in Bombay. In similar situations, when I observed some woman trying to throw herself at Vinay, he was always polite and friendly, but careful not to lead them on, just like I was with the men who flirted with me back then. But somehow, this seemed different. Was it really different or was I being paranoid because I had turned into a cock-guzzling slut? Or was he also enjoying the fresh taste of new sexual experiences? I had no idea.
"Hi honey." Vinay said effusively as I walked up to him. In my insecure state of mind, I thought I detected a hint of exaggerated emotion in his voice.
"Hi darling." I said and he hugged briefly.
"Having a good time?"
"It's okay. The branch manager's wife has been trying to recruit me in a pyramid scheme."
"Hahaha, really? I saw you two talking. That's what she was saying to you?"
"Yeah! What sort of people are you hiring?"
"You know this is no multinational." Vinay shrugged and said, rubbing my shoulders.
"So are we about done here? Can we leave soon?" I asked. "I need to get back to coding. I have a deadline."
"Yes, yes, just give me a few minutes." he said and after pecking me on the cheek, walked away.
I nibbled at the snacks, having polite conversations with people in the party as I watched Vinay talk to his subordinates. I noticed again that his conversations with Barkha seemed to last the longest, and seemed different than the others. From my perspective, it almost seemed like she was throwing a tantrum and he was trying to mollify her. Again, I wondered if I was just being paranoid, projecting my own behavior on him. She was a young hot little thing, but surely he couldn't cheat on me with her, I thought. Then I remembered all the men I had been with - working class men with largely questionable sex appeal (except for Raza). And yet I had countless orgasms with them. So clearly, just on-paper desirability was not the only metric for deciding whether to cheat.
I mingled with people politely and I was standing near the entrance when I saw the pyramid scheme lady purposefully walking towards me. Not wanting to be subject to another long pitch, I pretended that I had to make a phone call, put my mobile to my ear and walked out of the building and to the parking lot. It was a hot day and I hoped she didn't care enough about her scam to follow me into the heat.
Once I was sure she was not coming to ambush me, I took the phone off my ear and started checking my email, news, and other stuff. There were a bunch of vehicles parked in the lot, with some drivers milling around. One guy was a few feet away from me, stealing occasional glances in my direction. He didn't look familiar so I assumed it was because I looked so stunning in that elegant black sari, and ignoring his glances, kept checking various apps.
"There you are!!!" the door opened and Vinay walked out.
"Hey, I was just trying to avoid the pyramid scheme woman." I said.
"Okay listen." Vinay said, looking a little apologetic. "Turns out I will have to stick around for a while. There are a lot of operational issues that I have to deal with here."
"Oh." I said disappointed. "So we'll be here for a while?"
"Well, I have to be here." he said. "If your coding deadlines are urgent, you could just take the car and go home."
The paranoid side of me reared his head again. Maybe he really did have work to do and was genuinely concerned about my deadlines. Or maybe he just wanted to send me away so he could spend the day with Barkha, his hot young girlfriend.
"Okay.....but then how will you get home? Especially if you have to stay late?" I asked.
"I'll figure something out." he shrugged.
I was thinking about what to do when the guy near me spoke up.
"Saab?"
"Yeah?" Vinay looked at him.
"I couldn't help overhear what you two were saying. I am about to go back to town. If you want, I can drop memsaab off." he said earnestly.
"Oh, could you?" Vinay's face perked up.
"Who's this?" I whispered to Vinay in English.
"Just one moment." my husband said to the driver and pulled me to the side. "He drives a mini-bus. We hired him to transport guests to the venue locally. But his time ends soon and he is about to go back to our town."
"Okay." I said.
"If you go back with him, I can keep the car and drive back later." Vinay said.
Or, I said in my mind, you can use the car to take joyrides with Barkha and bang her somewhere.
"Hmmm." is what I said out loud.
"It's your decision." Vinay said, sensing my uncertainty. "If you want to drive back, that's fine too."
I actually wasn't looking forward to driving back those 100 kilometers. Say what you will about Bombay's chaotic traffic, but there's a method to the madness. Here in the cowbelt, especially on highways, it was crazy. Even that time I drove with Raza, it had been somewhat of a nightmare, with random cattle showing up and people driving on the wrong side every other moment. If it was possible for me to avoid driving, I would welcome the opportunity. Vinay had grown up in the cowbelt so he was accustomed to driving here. I had grown up in civilized Bombay, so wanted to avoid a long drive.
But I had also resolved not to put myself into positions of potential vulnerability.
I looked at the guy. He was staring at the ground, looking very harmless. I tried to remember the way he had glanced at me earlier. It had seemed mostly harmless. I didn't think he had any designs on me. Plus going with him meant that I wouldn't have to drive and Vinay would have the freedom to return on his own.
"Okay, I can go with him."
"Great." Vinay seemed a little too happy at my decision. I felt suspicious again, but pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind.
And so five minutes later, I found myself sitting in the mini-bus with the young driver as we pulled out of the parking lot.
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