Seamen's Marriage

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I remember that when all this began, my ship was docked in Rotterdam, Netherlands. I had just finished my watch and returned to my cabin, as usual, logging onto the Skype VoIP to talk to my wife, Mina, who had returned to Mumbai, India. It was almost midnight there.

Mina, as always, was online on time. We exchanged snippets of our lives during these days; she told me about our eight-year-old son, Ayan, how he got an A on his spelling test, and complained about how hot and humid the weather had become.

After thirty minutes of conversation, she said, "Oh, Praka, let me tell you, there's something hard to say, but it's also very funny." "

What is it?"

"Heh, it's so strange. Simply put, I saw Dara having sex with a woman on the roof!"
"What??"

Dara was an older doorman from Nepal in our building. A bald, muscular, thin Gurkhas, he lived in a small shack on the ground floor of the building with another doorman. He only started working for us a few months ago.

"The internet was down, so I called the company, and they said the problem might be with a switch near the roof door. They said they could send someone over the next day, but I could do it myself if I needed it urgently.
About an hour ago, I reset the switch as they instructed, and as I was about to go downstairs, I noticed the roof door was open. "

The roof door in our building is usually locked, and each resident has a key.

"I thought maybe someone forgot to lock it back. I had the key with me. So I decided to check if anyone was there before locking it back. When I went in, I immediately heard soft moans. Curious, I looked down onto the roof, and there I saw them. Behind the water tower. Hehehe."

"Oh my god… hahaha… you caught them doing it? Who was he with?"
"A maid who works in this building, about twenty years old, I think her name is Vina. They were having a passionate encounter."

"They were naked?"

"Half-naked. Completely naked down there. He was wearing a shirt, and she was wearing a Kamiz blouse (a type of traditional Indian clothing), bent over with her hands on the parapet. He was doing her from behind." "
So what did you actually see?"

"Not much, it was getting dark. He turned off the rooftop light, but I could still see quite a bit from the surrounding light."

"That's impressive. That old Dara, ha. Who would have thought he'd be this kind of guy?"

"Anyway, when I saw that, I was so shocked, I stood there dumbfounded. I stared at them for almost a minute until Dara noticed me. He stopped doing her, and just as he was about to say something, I got embarrassed and turned away."

"Hahaha, I wonder if they stopped or continued."

"I don't know. Someone like you might have continued."

"Maybe. Speaking of which, I won't be able to go online tomorrow."

"Why?"

"That's why. You want to know the details?"

"No."

But Mina's smile vanished. After a brief, dreadful silence, she said, "And the day after tomorrow?"

"Same as always, same time."

"Okay, I'll talk to you then. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Even after nine years of marriage, although Mina had fully accepted the reason, she still wasn't completely at ease.
The reason was that I had a date with a woman. This time, it was with a particularly pretty Dutch woman.

————

I'm an engineer working on a merchant ship. This means that for at least six months of the year, I'm away from India, traveling to ports all over the world. It's a job I've dreamed of since childhood, and I've always loved it, even into adulthood.

I grew up in a conservative Marwal family in Jaipur. So, my time on the merchant ship opened up a whole new world for me. And under the guidance of experienced colleagues, in about a year, I was transformed from a bookish nerd in engineering school into a womanizer. It all

started when, on my first shore leave in Amsterdam, Netherlands, a few colleagues dragged me to what was considered a rather high-class red-light district. Later, I visited the dark red-light districts of other ports. Then, I began to learn how to find singles bars or other hookup spots whenever a port of call was held around the world.

I learned from my colleagues the tricks and key points of how to approach women, how to read sexual cues, and how to identify the right target. If I were to describe myself, I have regular features and am not bad-looking.

Before long, I had my first one-night stand without paying her any money. It was in a bar in Hamburg, Germany, where I met a blonde, blue-eyed single mother in her early thirties named Louisa. She was a huge fan of India, and I got her without drinking much. She took me to her place, and she rode me like a cowgirl for several hours.

The women I seduce into bed earlier were mostly white, but I gradually opened up. Chinese women, Arab women, South American women, African women, and of course, Indian women… By the time I was twenty-five, I had slept with almost every race.

But something was always missing; I began to crave a real partner, not just casual sex partners and one-night stands. So, when I spent a month with a woman I had a one-night stand with in Mumbai, and we started showing signs of being inseparable when we parted, I fell for her too.

Soon after, I began a serious monogamous relationship with Niho, an investment banker in Punjab. The relationship lasted three years, but the actual monogamy only lasted a year. I tried my best to be faithful to Niho.
But it only lasted a year.

During my long-term job away from her, too many temptations were hard to resist. I was also swayed by my colleagues, most of whom were married and had been unfaithful to their wives. I cheated on Niho again. But Niho knew about my past and had a paranoid suspicion.

It didn't take long for me; about two years into this relationship, right after I proposed to her, she caught me red-handed.

We argued, quarreled, cried, yelled, and argued more. I tried to explain to her that she was the love of my life. I had affairs with other women while on missions, purely physical relationships. But after many late-night arguments, I agreed to stop. She agreed to give me another chance.

But we didn't stick to it. After a year of being blamed, it ended in a particularly significant argument when she threw her engagement ring into the Arabian Sea.

———

Scarred by the breakup, I returned to my old ways, even worse than before. A few years later, I started feeling lonely again.

My parents, still clinging to the conservative customs of the Marwar people from Jaipur, had been pressuring me to find a wife since the day I started working. When I got engaged to Niho, a woman from Punjab, they weren't excited, but they were happy to see that I was at least settling down.

They began to love her, tolerate her quirks, and try to get along with her from a different region. When I told them it was over, they were still angry and sullen.

After I turned thirty, their nagging intensified. Once, after returning home from a two-month trip, I finally gave in and let them start arranging traditional blind dates for me.

They had a shortlist of ideal daughters-in-law, all following the same pattern: they were, of course, from Marvar, of equal social standing, and compatible according to their birth charts. They were beautiful, educated, but not highly educated, and capable of "managing the household."
This meant they were docile, could cook, were clean, and easy to manage.

As a merchant marine engineer with a comfortable salary, I wasn't as sought after in the marriage market as elite bureaucrats or bank managers, but I was still quite popular.

The first woman we were hoping to meet was exceptionally beautiful. Oh my god, just thinking about her still makes my genitals tingle. The first two meetings with her went well. My family was delighted. We were finally allowed to "go out," just the two of us.

The blind date still didn't work out.

Based on my experience with Niho, knowing my own sexual desires, and observing all my lecherous colleagues over the years, I had to be realistic. There was only one way. So, after ordering coffee and having a brief conversation, I began to deliver my rehearsed monologue.

“I need to clarify a few things first. My job requires me to travel overseas for six to nine months a year, sometimes for several months at a time. I’m a young man full of vigor and energy, with sexual needs. When I’m on board, I will satisfy my needs. Just like I have been doing so until now. I will be emotionally faithful to you and committed to marriage. But I want you to know beforehand that I will sleep with other women while I’m away. I’ve seen my colleagues hiding things from their wives, living dishonest marriages. I don’t want that. I need you…”

“Please take me home,” she interrupted me, her face flushed with anger.

I nodded and took her home. I didn’t want my parents to know about this, so I begged her to come up with some other reason to refuse me.

When the refusal was formally conveyed, the reason given was that “she’s not very willing to enter into a marriage where her husband is away half the time.” My parents were disappointed.

When the other three blind dates ended with the same reason, they were even more disappointed. These women also couldn’t stand my proposed “solution.”

——————

That’s when Mina appeared. In my parents’ view, Mina was a “damaged commodity.” In fact, they were reluctant to even meet her, but only reluctantly agreed after pressure from friends of both families who arranged the blind date.

Like every other blind date, I could tell that Mina was the kind of woman I'd expected on previous blind dates.
But there was one big difference. She was a widow. She had married a businessman at the age of twenty-two, fresh out of university, and three months after the wedding, they were in a car accident; he died, and Mina survived with minor injuries. She was also labeled as "unlucky and widow-killing." She was now twenty-five and lived with her parents. Her former husband's family wouldn't take her in.

So you can imagine why, after our first meeting, when I told them I liked her, my traditional parents were terrified.

She was beautiful, well-mannered, but more importantly, there was a strange wisdom in her eyes, perhaps the result of three years of hardship. When I gave Mina the same speech I'd given other women, she didn't seem angry or offended. She listened patiently.

A minute of silence. Then she said, “My friend Priya’s uncle is on a merchant ship. She’s told me about him.”

“Okay,” I said.

We sat quietly for about a minute.

“You know about my previous marriage? And how it… ended?” she finally asked.

“Yes.”

“You have no problem with that?”

“Yes.” “What about

your parents?”

“Leave my parents’ problems to me.”

She sat quietly for another minute.

“We really can’t afford a large dowry. My parents have used up all their savings on my first…”

“Dowry? Who mentioned a dowry? I don’t need any dowry. Neither do my parents.”
She nodded. Then she said calmly, “Give me a day or two to think about it.”

Two days later she conveyed her acceptance.

My mother was still angry, but I firmly stated my determination. And I threatened that if they continued to oppose Mina, I would marry a foreign wife.

A month later we got married.

——————

Nine years of marriage passed smoothly. Within a few months, Mina became pregnant. Ayan was born.
We bought an apartment in Mumbai and moved our center of life from Jaipur.

My parents quickly began to feel sorry for Mina. Their superstitious fears vanished when I didn't die within a year of our marriage.

Mina kept her side of the agreement, never mentioning the reason, and never expressing dissatisfaction. If the topic came up unintentionally in conversation, she would change the subject.

We only had one minor argument about it, about a year into our marriage.

We had just made love, and I said, "You're incredible! I can't believe you shed all the weight you gained during pregnancy so easily."

"I was five kilograms overweight," she said.

"Nonsense, you're voluptuous and sexy."

"You're just trying to please me."

"No, seriously, any man would love to sleep with you."

"Shut up!" she joked, giving me a light slap.

"Try it if you don't believe me."

"What?"

"I've never said it outright, but I think it's implied. I'm away half the year. You'll have sexual needs too. I'm not a hypocrite. If you want…"

"Stop!" she said angrily, "How could you…"

Then she started to cry. I apologized and dropped the subject, never bringing it up again for over seven years.
——————

The topic came up again about six months ago when we attended a friend's tenth anniversary party.
I'd known this guy since college. It was a big event they were hosting in their rather spacious bungalow in Thane. There were about twenty people and some children. There was outsourced catering, drinks, music, and entertainment for the kids, etc.

Some of my college classmates were also there, and our group quickly drifted back to reminiscing about the old days. Mina was chatting with the other wives, while Ayan was playing with the kids.

Soon, about forty-five minutes had passed, and I realized I couldn't find Mina anywhere. So, I made an excuse to leave and go look for her. After asking a few people if they'd seen her, I finally heard Mina's voice from the back balcony of the house, down in the porch.

"Yes. Mom, yes, I'll talk to Plaka about coming home to visit." She was on the phone with her mother.

I looked up from the balcony and waved to her. She waved back. I went downstairs to talk to her, but I ran into another friend, and we chatted for a few minutes. Then I continued walking towards the back porch.

There was a large clump of trimmed bushes there, and beyond that, I saw where she was standing. Just as I was about to approach, I heard her voice say, "So cute!"

"Really? They're like their mom," a male voice replied.

I stopped. I recognized the voice. It was Dinesh, the guy we'd been introduced to earlier. He'd come alone; his wife was away on a business trip, and his children were with their parents.
I remembered him because, at that time, I'd noticed him being rather blatantly eyeing Mina. These days, it's not unusual for someone to glance at Mina. She had a very pretty face, silky long hair, a petite yet curvaceous figure, and breasts larger than a typical D-cup. Motherhood had, in the years that followed, accentuated her curves without making her overweight. She still attracted a lot of attention when she went out, and even now at thirty-four, she was still striking.

What struck me was the way this guy openly stared at her, completely oblivious even when I was standing right next to her. Later at the party, I noticed him flirting with many women. He was a naturally handsome guy. I noticed, somewhat amused, that he was probably trying to flirt with Mina, while she was putting on a proper, ladylike act.

I tiptoed to the side. Through a gap in the bushes, I could see them both about twenty feet in front of me.

He was scrolling through his phone, and Mina stood beside him, looking at a picture on the screen.

"This is their mother," he said. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"She's very beautiful," Mina replied politely.

"But still not as beautiful as you," he added smoothly.

Mina blushed and looked around. She wasn't used to compliments, even from me.

“We should get together sometime,” he said. “I saw your son earlier; he’s about the same age as my eldest.”

“Of course. Let me know when your wife comes back.”

“Oh, she’s busy. She travels a lot. She’s a consultant. I wonder when she’ll have time for this.”

“I understand.”

“Raising children isn’t easy when one spouse is always traveling, is it? Your husband says he works on merchant ships, so you know what that’s like.”

“It’s alright,” Mina said, looking around for me again, but it was getting dark, and I was hidden behind the bushes.
“And it’s not just about the children. There can also be loneliness.” Dinesh hinted.

Mina remained silent.

“Think about it, when my wife is away and your husband is away, let’s meet up sometime,”
Dinesh said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a card. “This is my business card.”

Mina didn’t say anything, but took the card.

“I’m going back inside for another drink. Give me a call anyway.” He finished, patting Mina’s shoulder lightly before quickly walking away.

I admired this guy's skill at seducing women. I didn't press her too hard. I offered a suggestion, gave her my contact information, and walked away.

I waited a few minutes to continue observing Mina as she stood there alone, just staring at the business card in her hand. Then she put it in her purse and took out her phone. At that moment, I decided to emerge from behind the bushes.

"Oh, you're here." She saw me and smiled. "What took you so long?"

"I ran into a friend downstairs. And… well, I heard Dinesh talking to you."
"Oh." Mina's smile vanished.

"What did you hear him say?"

"Yeah."

"What a shameless man!" she said, looking angry.

"But I noticed you took his business card." I smiled.

"What?" Mina looked a little annoyed.

Just then, someone came to the back door and called, "Everyone, come in! Time to cut the cake!"

Mina and I went inside.

——————

We didn't really have a chance to continue the conversation until very late. First, we stayed at the party for a while. Then, Ayan drove us home. So we could only continue this topic once we got back to the bedroom.
"I threw away that business card," Mina said as she got into bed.

"What?" I pretended not to know.

"That guy's business card. I put it in my wallet, the only reason being that I didn't want to litter on the nice lawn. I was going to throw it in the trash later. And I already did."

"Honey, there's no need to be so averse to it. Even if you kept the card and went to see this guy, you know how I feel about it."

She just shook her head and turned away. I put a hand on her shoulder and didn't say anything more.
A minute later, she said, "So, if I... call this guy and meet him, you don't mind?"

"Of course."

"You saw what he was implying. If I... you know... start messing around with him?" She turned and looked me in the eye.

“I’ve said it before, even after we got married. I’m not a hypocrite.”
“It’s easy to say, and all of this seems easy for you in theory. But believe me, I’m someone who’s struggled with this all these years.”

“I know you are. That’s why I said I could accept it if the situation were reversed.”
She just snorted and turned away.

We were silent for a moment before I said, “Have you ever thought about what it would feel like to be with other men besides me?”

“I’ve been with other men besides you,” she answered without turning around.

“What???” I sat up straight.

“When??? Where???”

She turned to look at me expressionlessly.

“Does this bother you?” she asked calmly.

“Yes… I mean no… I mean…” I was confused.

Over the years, I had insisted that she was free to explore other ways to achieve sexual satisfaction when I left. An eye for an eye, she could do the same as I did.

But hearing her say it so casually seemed to pierce my heart.

Mina just stared at me, as if waiting for me to say something.

Finally, I said, "If you've slept with other men, I have no problem with it."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes, it is. I just… I prefer to be honest. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Did you tell me every time you slept with those sluts on the ship?" Mina said sarcastically.
"You said you didn't want to know."

"I didn't want to know. Then why do you want to know?" she retorted sharply.

"I…" I couldn't say a word.

The atmosphere was tense, and after a while, Mina laughed.

"Look at you, your reaction to me telling you I've been with other men? And you said it was no problem."
"So it's not true?" "It

is true."

"Who???"

"Why is it so important that you want to know?"

"Mina!" I was annoyed.

A little confused too, because my mind was filled with images of some guys I didn't know having sex with my wife, and I could feel my penis starting to throb.

"Okay, very good," Mina said, pausing for a long time before adding, "My first husband."
"Huh???"

"Sometimes you can be so stupid. You asked me if I've ever been curious about what it would be like with a man other than you, and I said I've been with other men. Before I met you. My first husband is dead."

"Oh!"

I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment.

"So you mean…"

"Yes, I answered your question literally. But if you want to know, since we got married, no, I've never been with another man. But if I had, your reaction says a lot. Conceptually, I know I would never do such a thing, so it's simple. But if I actually did… you'd go crazy."

She turned away again. I just lay there thinking about what she said.

—After

that conversation, neither of us spoke of it again.

We soon visited her parents. A month later, I returned to the ship. Back to my usual routine.

But things changed. I suddenly found myself increasingly imagining that Mina was with another man. Even when I went ashore to sleep with young, pretty girls, I found myself imagining Mina having sex with men like Dinesh.

This fantasy started to arouse me sexually. Of course, I wouldn't mention it to her, but these thoughts began to linger in my mind.

The next time I called home via internet, after chatting about this and that, Mina said, "By the way, Dara and I had a rather awkward conversation."

"Haha, about catching him having sex?"

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"I was downstairs, watching over Ayan and his friends because they were playing at the playground. I was reading a book when I noticed Dara approaching me. I looked at him, feeling a little embarrassed, and he seemed very uncomfortable too. Finally, he said, 'Madam, I'm so sorry about that night. Please don't tell the community council. I can't lose my job.' I told him, 'I don't understand what you're talking about.' I hoped he would change the subject and leave."
"Will he?"

“No, this idiot doesn’t understand. I’ve made it clear I’m pretending nothing happened and I won’t tell anyone. But he still insists, ‘That night, madam. On the roof.’ I angrily told him, ‘I really don’t understand what you’re talking about. Please let me see my book.’ He was silent for a moment, then said, ‘I’m sorry, madam. I… I can’t. I don’t have a proper home to keep her company. That shack is where I share with another gatekeeper, Bank… It wasn’t built for privacy.’ I finally changed tactics and said, ‘Dara, please, it’s just… nothing. I won’t tell anyone. Don’t bother me now.’”

“So, he finally gave you some peace and quiet?”

“I hope so! He started talking about how his wife died five years ago, how lonely he was, how helpless he was, and everything else. In the end, I had to get up and walk away. Luckily, he didn’t follow.”

“As long as he thinks you won’t tell anyone, I think he should be okay.”

“I hope so, but I still can’t get those images and sounds out of my mind.”

“The groaning sounds?”

“And the slapping sounds.”

"He was slapping her???"

"No, no...you know." She blushed shyly.

"When someone is really putting in a lot of effort...the sound of flesh hitting flesh."

"Haha, he was fucking her so hard that their flesh was hitting flesh? That old man?"

"Hehe, yeah, it was very intense...it was so perverted. I mean, on the rooftop, out in the open, this old man with a maid who was only half his age. Like this. And the sounds she made..."
Mina's voice suddenly became a little hoarse.

"Sounds like you're in heat too!" I joked.

"Shut up!" she giggled.

"Sounds like someone wanted her to be in the maid's position!" I said.

"What???" An angry look flashed across Mina's face.

"Why would you say that?"

"Relax, relax, I was just joking."

"Such a nasty joke." She said even angrier.

"I'm sorry, Mina. Seriously, I didn't realize you'd be so upset." Mina just glared at me for a few seconds. Then she said, "I'm going to sleep. Goodbye."

She logged off.

————

I sat there, stunned by what had just happened. This was the angrier Mina I'd ever seen. She was naturally shy, quiet, and not one to argue. In nine years of marriage, she had never once raised her voice at me. Whenever we disagreed, she usually backed down immediately. If she was unhappy, she would either sulk mildly, or occasionally shed tears, or remain completely silent.

But this time was unprecedented. I didn't know why she had become so agitated. I had made similar lewd jokes in the past, but she had either ignored them or given me a long face.

I wanted to call her and explain, but considering how angry she was, I decided to give her some time to calm down.

Half an hour later, my Skype screen started ringing with calls. I answered.

"I'm sorry," Mina said, sounding remorseful and looking nervous. “I don’t know what happened to me.”

“I’m so sorry, darling. I didn’t expect you to be upset.”

“No, it…it’s actually my fault.”

“No, I was a little out of sorts.”

“You’re not. Actually…that’s why I lost my composure.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, God…I don’t know how to say it.” She buried her face in her hands.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

She only kept her face buried in her hands for a minute before finally lifting it.

“I…I dreamt of Dara.”

“Yes…”

“Two nights ago. It was…like you said…in the dream, I was in the maid’s position.” Her face was absolutely red.

“Okay, anything else?”

“Anything else?”

“Oh, did you do anything?

” “In the dream?”

“No, in reality.”

“Of course not!” Mina said.

“It’s just…I had this dream. Since then, I keep thinking about it. It…it aroused my lust.”

I leaned back and laughed.

“Because you dreamt of a guy, so you feel guilty?”

“Yes!”

I started laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked, annoyed.

"Hahaha, come on, Mina. Nine years of marriage, always faithful, and you feel guilty for having a wet dream? Compared to that, what should I be?"

"I'm not like you," she said coldly.

"I know, I know," I said, raising my palm.

She seemed silent.

"It's not just this dream," she said.

"Generally speaking… in the last year or so… it's been a little different."

"How so?"

"I just feel… often… inexplicably horny. Thinking about… you know."

"Thinking about sex?"

"Yes."

This wasn't entirely surprising news. I'd noticed a significant increase in Mina's libido during my three-month stay at home.

Our sex life had always been satisfying. Ever since our marriage, Mina had been ready whenever I initiated sex. In earlier years, she would be a little hesitant and shy, especially during her pregnancies, and in the year after Ayan's birth. But as the years went by, she had become increasingly sexually adept. In bed, she was by no means a tigress.
However, over the years, she's become accustomed to me giving her oral sex and enjoys trying it out a little.
I've never pushed her too far because my casual sex partners are often very wild and boisterous. So, sex with Mina is more like a simple, comforting home-cooked meal. I'm spreading my illegitimate child abroad, and when I come home, I respect Mina's proper and conventional personality, considering moderate to low-key sexual activity.

But on my last trip home, I noticed she was moaning more, orgasming more easily, and generally more sensual. Although she hasn't reached the point of actively initiating sex, she's given subtle signals that she's ready a few times.

"So you get horny often?"

"That's such a nasty question!" she said, making a face.

"But yes, after you left this time, I found myself craving more physical intimacy. Something that's never happened before."

"It's natural."

"It shouldn't be me!"

"Darling, don't you know that most women reach their sexual peak between their early thirties and thirty-five?"

"Really?"

"Yes, especially after a woman has children. Your body starts to feel confident, and after years of trying different sexual experiences, it now arouses your libido."

"Hmm..." She looked thoughtful.

"How often do you masturbate?" I asked casually.

"Prakka!" She blushed.

"Heh, tell me, if you can't tell your husband of nine years, who else can you tell?"
"Please."

"Five times a day?"

"No, no, no."

"And how often?" "

Once or twice. In the morning when I shower or before I go to bed at night."

"And what do you think?"

"You." She answered a little too quickly.

I felt like I was pressuring her a bit on this question, so I let her off the hook.

But it took almost ten years to get this opportunity to have an honest conversation with her.

We were both silent for a while. Finally, she said, "Anyway, I really need to go to sleep now."
"Masturbate for me," I said.

"Shut up!"

"Come on! I'm alone in my little cabin."

"But it still feels weird."

I tried to coax her to say more, but she kept refusing, so I let her go.

[The End]

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