Aadhya: Another India Story
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
A sequel to India Story.... Don't mess with Aadhya's husband.

This is the third story in a series I've written on commission about three
remarkable sisters from India. If you have any comments, email me at
sonofjackwell@gmail.com

If you like my writing and you would like for me to turn your idea into a
story, email me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com

Arjun Roshan is one of Bollywood's top leading men. He first broke into the
movies as the star of low-to-medium budget action films. However, as his
career has progressed, the budgets of his movies have gotten much bigger, and
eventually people began to take him seriously as an actor. Now he divides his
time between playing sensitive guys who stare longingly at sunsets in soulful
dramas for his female fans and tough guy action movies for his male fans.#
Actually there are a fair amount of women who love his action movies as well,
because he usually manages to lose his shirt around halfway through each film.

It has not hurt his acting career in the least that Arjun is a ridiculously
great looking man. His muscular 6'5", 260 pound body is in tip top condition
and has been favorably compared more than once to Dwayne "The Rock"
Johnson's. He was also blessed with a very handsome face with dreamy brown
eyes, a straight manly nose and a smile that makes the hearts of women aged
eight to eighty melt.

Arjun was rich, handsome, talented, successful and practically worshiped by
his adoring public. He was clearly a blessed man. And if you asked him what
the greatest blessing in his life was, he would say without hesitation that it
was his beautiful wife Aadhya.

Aadhya was indeed a beautiful woman. She was 5'6" and weighed 125 pounds with
flawless, light mocha skin. Like her husband she was in top physical
condition, and it showed. Her arms and legs were fit and lightly muscled, and
her tummy was flat and toned. Unlike her husband, she didn't have to work at
it. Aadhya had the body of a fitness model without even trying.

Of course, she also possessed a face to match her exquisite beauty. She had
bright emerald green eyes, one of those cute little button noses and full lips
that were slightly darker than her lovely skin tone. It would fair to say
that Aadhya possessed divine, other worldly beauty.

In fact, not only would it be fair, it would be accurate. As hard as it may
be to believe, there was something very special about the women in Aadhya's
family. Around two thousand years ago the Hindu goddess Durga who is also
known as the Mother Goddess wished to know what it was like to make love to a
mortal man.#

Because Durga is the protector of the righteous and the destroyer of evil, she
had to find a man worthy of her attention. She hid her many extra arms under
her sari and searched the world over until she found Amalesh, a simple farmer
who possessed a brave and noble heart.#

After sleeping with Amalesh, Durga stayed with him for nine months until their
daughter was born. Then Durga returned to live with the other gods and
goddesses leaving Amalesh alone to raise their half-mortal daughter. Ever
since that time, all of Amalesh's female descendents - including Aadhya - have
been blessed with divine beauty as well as other special gifts.

When Arjun says that Aadhya is his greatest blessing he isn't exaggerating.#
When they first met, it wasn't love at first sight. Initially she was put-off
by his conceited manner. In fact . . . well, no - perhaps that is a tale
better left for another time. Let's just say that they didn't get along very
well. However, eventually Aadhya grew to love Arjun and decided to make him
her husband. Once that happened, Arjun's life immediately began to improve.

When Aadhya and Arjun were first married, Arjun's career was at a standstill.#
As stated earlier, he broke into films as a star of low-to-medium budget
action films, but it seemed like he was never going to make the jump to the
next level.#

The first thing that Aadhya did after returning from their honeymoon was to
fire Arjun's agent and business manager. She informed her husband that from
now on she would be in charge of his career. At first, Arjun tried to protest
this move. His protests didn't last long however.

Among the gifts that Aadhya was born with in addition to divine beauty was
divine strength. When Arjun questioned his wife's decision regarding assuming
control of his career, Aadhya stood on the coffee table in their living room
and lifted her husband up by the collar and explained how things were going to
work in their marriage.

"I am the head of this marriage. Is that understood?" Aadhya asked her
quivering husband.

"Y-yes, of course, Aadhya," Arjun replied.

"That means that you do what I say, whenever I say it, however I say to do
it. From now I will not only be in charge of your career, I will be in charge
of every aspect of your life. I command; you obey. The sooner you learn to
get used to it, the better off we'll both be. Is that clear?"

"B-but what if I'm not happy - I mean I'm just asking - but what if I don't
like that arrangement?" Arjun asked cautiously.

She pulled her husband's lips to her and kissed him passionately and deeply.#
It was the kind of kiss that made Arjun's toes curl. It was the kind of kiss
that made him hard. "You like sleeping next to me don't you, Sweetheart? You
like feeling my hot naked body pressed up against you at night?" Aadhya asked
in a voice that sounded like a purring kitten.

"Yes, of course I do," Arjun answered.#

"How is that going to happen if you spend all your nights in the hospital in
traction?" Aadhya asked.

"Huh?" said a confused Arjun.

Understanding that her husband was pretty but not that bright, Aadhya spelled
it out for him. "If you don't do as your told I'm going to beat you and put
you in the hospital," she said bluntly.

"(Gulp) Oh!"

"I'm in charge. Always. On all things. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Aadhya," Arjun agreed although he was pouting about it.

"Sweetheart, don't be sad," Aadhya said as she pulled his lips to hers and
kissed him again - this time tenderly and sweetly. "You'll see that it's
better this way. I promise." Then she kissed him on the nose and set him
back down.

To this day Arjun doesn't know exactly how strong his wife is, but he knows
that she's many times stronger than he is. He finds it hard to believe that
her two younger sisters Baljeet and Kareena are even stronger. However,
according to the sisters, Kareena, the youngest, is the strongest, while
Baljeet is the middle sister both in age and strength.

The up side to Aadhya taking control of her husband's career is that almost
immediately, things began to get better. He began to get bigger parts in
better movies until before long, he was staring in big-budget action films.

Then, just as he had achieved his goal of becoming Bollywood's number one
action movie hero, Aadhya told him that his in his next movie he would be
playing the part of a lonely widower trying to raise his precocious five year
old daughter while seeking the courage to try to find true love again.

"But that sounds like a chick flick!" he protested

"I think that this is the next phase of your career," Aadhya explained calmly.

"No! No way! I don't even like WATCHING chick flicks!" Arjun protested.

Aadhya shook her fist under his nose. "Enough! You're going to make this
movie, and you're going to be good in it, or so help me . . . ."

"Okay, Mistress Aadhya, whatever you say," Arjun surrendered.

Sure enough, Arjun did take the role, and he WAS quite good in it. This movie
began a whole new phase of his career just as Aadhya had predicted. He gained
a whole new fan base without losing the old one, and the critics began to take
him seriously.

After that, Arjun never questioned Aadhya again when it came to his career.#
He learned to trust her instincts and counted on the fact that she was smarter
than he was. Besides, it was healthier for him to go along.#

From this point on, he always had a variety of roles to choose from. On the
rare occasions when plum roles weren't offered to him, Aadhya went out and got
them for him. She was very protective of her husband and his career.#

Arjun wasn't sure exactly how she always managed to get her way with studios
and producers, but he knew that the combination of an incredibly beautiful
woman who was strong enough to lift an elephant with one hand was a rather
potent combination.

He wasn't sure whether or not Aadhya actually used intimidation to get him the
roles she wanted, or if it was just her overwhelming aura of power and
confidence. He figured that it was better not to ask. All he knew was that
every big producer in Bollywood seemed to be very anxious to please her
whenever she visited the set.

Arjun was very happy being married to Aadhya. True, there were times when he
got tired of being told what to do, but he still wouldn't trade his wife for
anyone else. As time passed, Aadhya even loosened up and let Arjun question
her decisions as long as he did so in a respectful way. She even listened to
his point of view sometimes, but they both knew who would always have the last
word.

But Arjun knew that Aadhya really loved him, and he worshipped her. He knew
that he could never hope to find another woman as amazing as her.#

The truth was, he loved knowing how much stronger she was than him. He loved
knowing that she could lift him with one finger. He loved the feeling of
lying on top of her while she trusted her hips into his with such fervor that
all he could do was hold on for dear life and enjoy the ride. He loved that
she made him get down on his knees and worship her feet and kiss her beautiful
round ass whenever she felt like, and he loved that she felt like it so often.

Aadhya owned him. They both knew it, and he loved that too.

The thing that Arjun feared most when it came to his wife wasn't her
strength. Even more, he feared that she would choose someone else. It wasn't
that he feared she would choose someone else INSTEAD of him. He feared that
she might choose someone else IN ADDITION to him.

It wasn't so far-fetched. India has a long tradition of polyandry (a wife
being married to more than one husband). While the practice is slowly dying
out and tradition dictates that the husbands be brothers, there are
exceptions. One exception was Aadhya's sister Baljeet who was married to two
men who were not brothers.

As Baljeet likes to explain, "I couldn't decide whether I wanted to marry a
professional soccer player or a professional cricket player, so I married one
of each." Baljeet finds this explanation hilarious, but Arjun doesn't. He's
seen firsthand how she makes her two husbands compete for her affection. He's
never asked them how they feel about the situation for fear that Baljeet might
find out and become displeased.

He only knows that it would sadden him a great deal to have to share Aadhya
with another man. However, he also knows that if Aadhya wished it so, he
would somehow learn to live with it. It's not like he'd have much of a choice
anyway. His wife can make him do whatever she pleases. Her physical and her
emotional/psychological hold on him is that strong.

Arjun worked up the nerve to ask Aadhya about it once, and she assured him
that she was very pleased with the one husband that she had. However, she did
not definitively say that she would never take on another husband, and Arjun
can't help but worry about it a little. It's too bad that he doesn't know
just how much his wife truly loves him. If he did he would know that she
would never do anything to hurt him so deeply.

******************

One morning while Arjun and Aadhya were still in bed . . . #

It was getting late, but it was one of those mornings when they just couldn't
seem to keep their hands and lips off each other. Arjun was busy sucking
Aadhya's big right tit while she stroked the back of his head and made
contented purring sounds. After sucking on her right tit for awhile, Arjun
didn't want Aadhya's left tit to feel neglected so he shifted his head over
and switched to it.

"Hmmmmmmmm," he said, "I never get tired of sucking your big tits."

"You say that like you're surprised," she observed smiling.

"No, not surprised, just grateful," Arjun said and he laid his head down on
his wife's chest using her plentiful tits as his pillows.

Aadhya lovingly stroked her long, slim fingers through her husband's thick
black hair. "You are such a beautiful man, my big, strong action hero movie
star."

"Are you making fun of me," Arjun asked playfully.

"What makes you think that?" Aadhya asked in mock surprise.

"Calling me a 'big, strong action hero movie star'?" he replied.

"Well . . . let's see. You ARE 6'5", and that's pretty big. And you ARE a
hero in action movies . . . ."

"What about strong?" he asked.

"Well, yes, you are pretty strong . . . for a man, at least. You can't help
it if your wife - me - is just sooooo much stronger than you are."

Arjun could feel his dick tingle and get a little harder with each word. He
LOVED it when Aadhya talked this way. He loved it when she playfully reminded
him how much stronger she was than him. "How strong are you?" he asked. "Are
you strong enough to lift an elephant?"

"Easily, Baby, and you know it."

"W-with one hand?" he asked.

"Of course."

"Could you lift two elephants? One with each hand over your head at the same
time?" he asked.

"Probably not over my head," she replied, "Because elephants are so bulky.#
I'm not sure that I could spread out my arms far enough apart to accommodate
two elephants over my head. I'm sure I could lift them both with one hand out
to the sides however."

Just the thought of it gave Arjun a raging hard-on. "W-what c-could you do
t-to m-m-me?" he asked.

"Oh, Baby! You know I could do just about anything to you or for you with my
incredible super strength."

"Like what?" he asked.

"Weeeeellll, I could lift you over my head and pump your body up and down
while your dick went in and out of my waiting, wet mouth. Or I could squat
down on top of you and make you fuck my wet pussy while I curled thousand
pound barbells in each hand over you. I could let you fuck my huge tits while
I held you in midair. I could put my hands on your shoulders and force you to
kneel down on the floor and cover my feet with kisses and make you suck each
one of my ten cute little toes. I could make you beg to be allowed to kiss
and lick my tight, round ass.  I could hold you aloft with one foot while I
massaged your big cock and balls with the other. I could take you outside and
make you wear a leash and dog collar while I walked you around the block."

"You wouldn't do that last one, would you?" Arjun interrupted.

Aadhya thought about it for a few seconds and said, "No, because someone might
take a picture and post it on the internet, and that might hurt your career.#
However, I COULD do it if I wanted to; don't you agree?"

"Yes, Mistress Aadhya."#

Looking at the clock by the bed Aadhya said, "Actually, speaking of your
career, we've got to get up and get ready to go. It's after eleven."

"Aw, bollocks! Do we have to go?" Arjun complained. He reached up and kissed
Aadhya sweetly and asked, "Couldn't we please just spend the rest of the day
in bed while you do some of those things you just described?"

"I'd love to, Beautiful Boy, but you know that it's important that we put in
an appearance at Billy's little pool party. Billy and I have some business to
discuss." The "Billy" she was referring to was Billy Sharma, one of the most
important movie producers in India.

"But you know I hate Billy's pool parties," Arjun grumbled.

"I know, Baby, but this is business," Aadhya said.

"Yeah, but you know how his parties are. There'll be a bunch of young pumped
up macho men around looking to show everyone how tough they are." It was
true. Billy was gay so he always made sure that his pool parties were filled
with shirtless young muscle men. It didn't matter to him that most of them
were straight. They were around just to provide eye candy.

Since Billy was an important producer, there were always plenty of young stud
actors willing to prostitute themselves in this "looky no touchy" kind of
way. Most of the time it was all harmless fun, and, of course, there were
always plenty of beautiful bikini clad women around as well. Billy, who was
5'4" and tipped the scales at just over two hundred pounds, basically just
liked to surround himself with beautiful people.#

Unfortunately, for Arjun it could be a problem. Since he was India's number
one action movie star, a lot of these hopeful young guns wanted to take his
place. There was always at least one who thought that a short-cut to getting
there was to make Arjun look bad in public. It was stupid really. It was
like they didn't know that it was all make believe.#

Aadhya knew what was worrying Arjun. "Don't worry, Baby, I'll be there," she
assured him. Even though she didn't end that sentence with "to protect you,"
Arjun knew that that's what she meant. Somehow that didn't make him feel
better. However, he didn't argue the point because he knew it was useless.#
Aadhya said they were going, and that was that.

So Arjun put on some khaki cargo shorts, a lose fitting tropical shirt from
the Tom Sellack collection and some flip flops and was ready to go.

Aadhya dressed in a green and gold sari. However, since it was a pool party,
this particular sari included a bikini top that barely contained her
more-than-ample D-cup breasts. Her flat and toned tummy was partially covered
by the long cloth draped over her shoulder, but was exposed just enough to
tantalize. Her long legs were covered but her sexy sandaled feet managed to
peek out from the bottom.

Aadhya's long, soft, dark brown hair fell loosely about her shoulders and
framed her beautiful face perfectly. As always, Arjun knew that he would be
with the sexiest woman at the party, and his chest swelled with pride at this.

After a drive of forty-five minutes or so, they arrived at Billy's place. As
usual, his home was filled with beautiful scantily clad men and women. "Don't
worry, Honey, we won't stay long. I just need to talk to Billy for a few
minutes. Then we'll make sure that the press takes a few pictures of you with
your gorgeous wife for the fan magazines, and we'll be gone."  #

It wasn't hard to spot Billy. He was right in the middle of a group of eight
or nine young beefcakes telling stories of the movies he's produced and
leading each one of them to believe that they might star in his next. As was
her way, Aadhya walked right up to Billy, the crowd of young men parting like
the Red Sea when she approached. Arjun had long observed that men, women, gay
or straight took notice of his stunning wife wherever went and always made way
for her.

"Billy, I'd like a moment of your time, please," Aadhya said in her sweetest,
most beguiling voice.

"For you, Sweetie, anything! Give my secretary a ring, and set up an
appointment for tomorrow. Better yet, let's do lunch," Billy replied
gleefully.

"Actually, Billy, I was hoping we could talk right now," Aadhya said, pressing
him slightly.#

"But, Sweetie, I was just in the middle of a story," Billy said still jovial,
but perhaps slightly annoyed as well.

"Please, Billy, I'm sure your young men will wait to hear the rest of your
story. This will only take a minute."

"Can't it wait? This is a party! Enjoy yourself. We'll discuss business
tomorrow."

"Please, Billy, right now," Aadhya said. Even though she used the word
"please", it did not sound like a request. Reluctantly, Billy got out of his
lounge chair and followed Aadhya into the house.#

"Amazing!" thought Arjun. There was not another person in India who could
talk to Billy Sharma that way and get away with it. He made his way over to
an empty table by the pool and asked one of the passing waiters to bring him a
ginger ale. (Aadhya did not allow him to drink alcohol this early in the
day.)

As they watched Billy walk off with Aadhya, the group of young men who'd been
listening to Billy's stories began to grumble. They knew that Aadhya was
Arjun's wife. They figured that by the time Billy came out of the house that
Arjun would have the leading role in Billy's next film sewn up - the part that
most of them hoped they'd get.

They complained amongst themselves for several minutes getting more agitated
by the second. "Why should he get all the good parts?" one of them asked.#
Then the biggest of the men looked over and saw Arjun sitting by himself
drinking a ginger ale.#

He said, "Let's go see what's so special about the big movie star." Three of
his fellow sycophants followed him.

The leader of this gang of four was Sanjay Padmanabhan. Sanjay, who was also
known as the "Mumbai Mauler", was India's number one Ultimate Fighter. He was
6'10" and weighed 315 pounds. He was also a master of two or three different
fighting styles. He was known for winning his fights in the first round by
taking out his opponents hard and fast.#

Currently he was trying to make the jump into movies. Right now, right or
wrong, he saw Arjun as an obstacle to that goal. True to his nature, he
intended to remove that obstacle as expediently as possible.

Sanjay and his four cronies crowded around Arjun's table. Sanjay started in
right away. "Whatcha drinkin' there, movie star? Is it mother's milk?"#
Arjun sat stoically not taking the bait.

"It's probably his wife's milk," one of the other's said. "The way I hear it,
she's the one in charge."

Again, Arjun kept his cool and attempted to take another sip of his ginger
ale. As he raised the glass to his lips Sanjay knocked the glass out of his
hand. "We're talking to you, movie star," he said. The glass flew a few feet
and shattered on the concrete pool deck.#

"That wasn't very nice," Arjun observed, "There are a lot of people around
here with bare feet."

That was all the encouragement the Mauler needed. He grabbed Arjun by the
collar of his tropical shirt and pulled him out of his seat. "Then why don't
you clean it up, asshole?" he asked Arjun.

"Look, I'm not going to fight with you," Arjun said. "I know who you are.#
You beat people up for a living. I'm just an actor. I know that I can't beat
you."

"So I guess you're not such a tough guy after all, are you?" Sanjay asked
still holding Arjun by the collar.

"I never said I was," Arjun pointed out. "I only play a tough guy in the
movies. Now, would you please turn me loose?"

"Why should I?" asked Sanjay.#

"You have nothing to gain from fighting me," said Arjun. By this time a crowd
had gathered behind Sanjay. Looking over Sanjay's shoulder, Arjun noticed
that the crowd was parting. Even though he couldn't see her, he knew that his
wife was making her way through the crowd.

"Seriously, Sanjay, for your own sake, let me go now and maybe we can forget
the whole thing." Arjun warned.

"Whatta ya mean 'maybe'?" Sanjay asked.

"Because at this point, I'm not sure I can talk her out of hurting you," Arjun
said.

"What? Who?" asked a clueless Sanjay.

From behind him, a woman's voice said, "Kindly unhand my husband."

Sanjay dropped Arjun and turned around to confront a furious Aadhya. If he
had the slightest notion of who he was dealing with, the fire in her eyes
would have made him piss his Speedo.

Even though Sanjay was more than a foot taller than Aadhya and outweighed her
by 185 pounds, something about her unnerved him. He was used to people being
afraid of him. Not only was he sure that she was not afraid of him, she
looked at him the way a cat looks at a mouse she is getting ready to toy with.

He knew he couldn't let his fear show so Sanjay decided to up the ante. "Who
are you - the movie star's wife?" Then he looked her over like a hungry
wolf. "I must say, Darling, you're sure easy to look at." He might have
walked away with all of his bones intact if he hadn't made his next move. He
placed his meaty right paw on Aadhya's left shoulder and said, "How about you
ditch the movie star and let me show you what it's like to be with a real
man. Let's go some place private and play 'hide the salami'." Sanjay's three
cronies laughed at this.

Aadhya looked at the giant standing in front of her as if he was the
proverbial turd in the punch bowl. She refused to even acknowledge his
"proposition". She only said, "If you know what is good for you, you will
remove your hand from my shoulder immediately."

"Hey now, Baby -"  *SMACK* Aadhya swatted him with the back of her hand the
way you or I might swat a gnat. Sanjay flew back into his three followers
with enough momentum to send them crashing into the table that Arjun had been
sitting at.

"Only my husband is allowed to call me 'Baby'," Aadhya explained.

Sanjay was up in a flash charging toward Aadhya with blood in his eyes. In
more than thirty Ultimate Fighting matches, he'd only been knocked down like
that three times. Each time he got back up and destroyed his opponents. Two
of them he hurt so bad that they retired from professional fighting
afterwards.

Aadhya didn't even flinch. She allowed Sanjay to run into her with all the
momentum he could muster with his powerful body. He slammed into the
comparatively tiny woman and to the shock of all who witnessed it bounced off
to one side landing hard on the concrete deck.#

Again, he got up. "Bitch! I don't how you did that, but I'm going to kill
you!" He raised his right fist which was the size of a medium cantaloupe and
aimed it at Aadhya's skull. She caught it as if descended in her much smaller
left palm and began to squeeze. The people closest to the struggle could hear
the sounds of the bones in Sanjay's hands being cracked and broken.#

"YYYEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWW!!" Sanjay screamed in pain as he dropped to his knees,
"Stop! Please, you're crushing my hand, please, STOOOOOOP!"

Aadhya continued squeezing his hand although she did not tighten her grip. If
she wanted to, she could have easily turned his hand into pulp. "Apologize!"
she demanded.#

"I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry, please, let me go," Sanjay pleaded, his face
revealing his agony.

"Apologize to my husband," Aadhya demanded.

"Please, accept my apology. I'm so sorry I bothered you and spilled your
drink. I'm so, so sorry."

"Now, say goodnight," Aadhya said.

"W-what?" asked Sanjay.

"SAY GOODNIGHT!" Aadhya insisted.

"G-g-goodnight?" Sanjay said more as a question than a statement.

"Goodnight," Aadhya returned as she punched Sanjay with her free hand knocking
him unconscious. As his jaw went slack, several bloody broken teach and
fragments of teeth fell out of his bloody mouth. For a few seconds, she
continued holding him up by his broken fist in her upraised hand. When she
released it, Sanjay slumped to the ground.

Aadhya then turned to the three men who were with Sanjay. Each one of them
was muscular and, while not as big as Sanjay, were at least as big as Arjun.#
She did not look happy.

"What? We didn't do anything," one of them said.

"Oh no? You encouraged that imbecile to harass my husband and then you
laughed when he insulted me. I think that for those things you deserve to be
punished." That was all one of them needed to hear. He turned around and
grabbed a wooden leg that had broken off of the shattered table nearby.#
Gripping the leg like a cricket bat, he swung and hit Aadhya squarely in the
abs. The solid and heavy table leg shattered into splinters against Aadhya's
much more solid and hard body.

"That was a mistake," Aadhya said calmly. She grabbed the man and said, "So
you fancy yourself a batter? Well, batter's up!" Then she threw him at least
thirty feet into the air turning somersaults all the way. Luckily for him
he landed in the deepest part of the pool. He was so dizzy when he landed
however that he had to be pulled out. It took him half an hour to regain his
equilibrium.#

She turned to the other two and said, "Well?" One of them took off running.#
As he looked back to see if Aadhya was pursuing him he felt a breeze blow by
him. When he turned around, still running full out, she was in front of him
standing with her hands on her hips. He couldn't stop so he ran right into
her. He bounced off of her just as Sanjay had done. Unlike Sanjay however,
he stayed down and pretended to be unconscious. He thought that his arm was
broken. Later on he found out it was only badly sprained.

When Aadhya looked over at the third man, he put his hands together as if he
was praying to a vengeful goddess and begged the powerful and beautiful Aadhya
to spare him. "On your knees," Aadhya demanded. He fell to his knees and
continued to plead. Aadhya kicked off her sandals and pulled up her sari to
better reveal her feet. "Crawl over to me and kiss my feet," she demanded.

The big, strong man did as he was told. He groveled for forgiveness and
kissed the feet of a woman that was nearly a foot shorter than him and weighed
over a hundred pounds less. He did so because he knew that this beautiful,
delicate looking, sexy and feminine woman was much stronger than he was.#
Despite his own exaggerated masculinity, he knew that she had more power in
one finger than he had in his entire body.

Aadhya allowed him to beg at her feet for several minutes before saying, "Now
crawl over to my husband and ask him to forgive you." The young man did as he
was told. Arjun felt more uncomfortable than pleased to have the young man on
his knees in front of him like this. He mumbled a few words to the young man
and then walked over to his wife.

Arjun leaned into Aadhya and said, "Honey, can we please go home now?"

"Just give me a few more seconds," she replied. First she turned to the crowd
and said simply, "I despise rude behavior," as a way to explain her actions.#
Then she looked at the photographers from the fan magazines and said, "It will
make me very angry - VERY angry - if any news of this incident makes its way
into the magazine or onto the internet." She knew that's all she had to say.#
Finally she turned to Billy and said, "Please, send me a bill for the table."

"You got it, Doll," Billy replied.

Aadhya then told Arjun she was ready to go. They walked in silence, and
Aadhya noticed that Arjun hardly said two words on the drive home. When they
got home, she looked at her husband and asked, "Is something bothering you, my
husband?"

"Kind of," Arjun replied noncommittally.

"You're not angry that I intervened are you? I'm sorry, but you know how
protective I am of you."

"No, that's not it. You were magnificent," Arjun replied. "The way you
destroyed that jackass Sanjay and those other two, I was so turned on that I
thought I was going to cum in my pants." Arjun took Aadhya into his big
arms. He looked down at his much smaller wife. After all he'd seen, he still
marveled when he held her in his arms like this that a body so beautiful and
petite could contain such power. Then he slowly moved his hands to her biceps
and squeezed lightly. She tensed her biceps in his hands.

As her biceps grew to fill his hands he caressed their steel hardness under
her silky smooth skin. He loved feeling her power like this. He leaned in
and kissed his gorgeous wife passionately. As she kissed him back, he could
feel her passion rising as well.

"Even her passion overwhelms mine," he thought, "She is so superior to me in
every way." The thought of it made him feel small. On the other hand, the
realization that such a superwoman could find him worthy of her love made him
feel ten feet tall.

For once, he picked HER up in HIS arms and carried her upstairs to their
bedroom. She continued to kiss him passionately all the way up the stairs.#
She kissed him so hard that she made his head feel light. When he reached the
top of the stairs, he was dizzy and nearly lost his footing.

"Don't stop now, my husband, take me. Take me to our bedroom and fuck me.#
Fuck me hard." Knowing that his incredibly beautiful, superhumanly powerful
wife was longing to have him inside her made Arjun feel like the most potent
stud who ever lived. It was all her could do to throw her onto their bed
before shooting his load.

Luckily when it came to getting out of his clothes Aadhya helped him by
ripping them off his body. Then she did the same thing to her own clothes.#
"I want you inside me NOW!" Aadhya insisted when she pulled Arjun on top of
her. He felt her strong hands on his ass as she expertly melded their bodies
together and his rock-hard dick slid flawlessly into her awaiting, moist
pussy.

There was just enough resistance at first for Arjun feel as if his dick was
being massaged my Aadhya's vaginal muscles. As the thrust in and out he could
feel their love juices intermingling so that his dick was no longer being
massaged so much as it was being wrapped in a warm, liquid blanket of ecstasy.

Aadhya looked up into her husband's face and saw that familiar look that said
he could not hold back his pleasure much longer. She tightened her vaginal
muscles slightly - not enough to cause pain, but enough to hold back the
moment of her husband's coital eruption.

Then Aadhya began to experience an unusual feeling. She could feel an
unexpected surge rising up in her own lower regions. It wasn't that she
didn't have orgasms. Quite the contrary, Aadhya's control over her own body
was so nearly perfect that she could basically call up an orgasm whenever she
wanted.

This feeling she was experiencing was unprecedented however; she was so turned
on - so in the moment - that she was about to have an orgasm against her
will! No man had ever been able to pull this off in the past. In a way it
frightened her to discover that she loved this man so much that she could lose
control of herself this way.

Ironically however, the more she felt frightened by the loss of control the
more excited she became. The more she tried to control and even deny her
passion, the more she gave in and rejoiced in it. She thought that her will
was supreme, but in this case, her love and passion for her husband kicked her
will's ass!

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Aadhya howled with an intensity that
frightened her. As she surrendered herself, her vaginal muscles relaxed
causing Arjun to relinquish control of his elation at the same time. He too
let out a howl only his was drowned out by his wife's.

As Arjun collapsed next to his wife, he laid there for several minutes trying
to catch his breath. Much to his surprise, when he raised his head and looked
at his wife, he saw tears rolling down her cheeks.

"What is it, Mistress? Did I do something wrong?"

Aadhya pulled her husband close to her side and said, "No, of course not, my
loving husband. I just . . . I just love you so much."

Arjun smiled. He'd never seen his wife in such a vulnerable state. He liked
it, but he also knew that it made her feel uncomfortable. He tenderly lowered
his head and kissed one of the tears off her cheek. "Don't worry, my strong
mistress, you're secret is safe with me."

Aadhya laid her head on her husband's shoulder and snuggled into him. They
didn't say another word to each other for the rest of the afternoon. They
didn't need to. As they lay there, their breathing gradually fell into the
same rhythm, and they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. It was still
early in the afternoon. By the time they woke up it was after seven in the
evening.

Aadhya gently shook her husband awake. "Arjun, I am thirsty," she said.

"Huh?" he asked groggily.#

"I said, I am thirsty," she repeated.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"It's a little after seven PM," she replied.

Remembering what had happened earlier, Arjun smiled at his adorable wife and
kissed her on the cheek. "Did you sleep well, my love?" he asked tenderly,

"Yes, yes, but I am thirsty now. Go to the kitchen and make some tea. I will
be down momentarily," she said rather gruffly.

"Yes, of course, Mistress," he said, and he got up and threw on a robe. As he
stood over the stove heating up the water for the tea, he couldn't help but
smile to himself. Arjun knew why Aadhya was acting the way she was.#

If he didn't know her better it might have hurt his feelings that she was so
being so bossy after the loving they had shared earlier. However, he
understood that she was being this way because it made her uncomfortable to be
so vulnerable in front of anyone - even him. Fortunately, he also knew what
to do to make her feel better.

A few minutes later when Aadhya was sitting at the table drinking her tea,
Arjun got out a box of lemon cookies he knew she liked and sat down and poured
himself some tea. "Mistress, you know when you asked me before if something
was bothering me?"

"Yes."

"Well . . . something was . . . IS bothering me," he said.

"What?"

"When you turned those big, strong men into whimpering crybabies . . . my
God! I was so turned on I could hardly stand it."

"I could do the same to you, you know?" she said with a saucy smile. She knew
her husband pretty well too.

"That's just it. I was enjoying it until you made that last guy kiss your
feet. I . . . I thought only I . . . got to do that."

"What can I say, my dear, sweet husband, I got caught up in the moment. But
you must know that making him kiss my feet doesn't mean the same as when I
make you do it. With him, it was a way to humiliate and humble him. With you
it runs much deeper; it shows that I own you - that you belong to me and that
. . . ."

"Maybe you belong to me too?" he asked cautiously.

"Maybe . . . a little," she said. Her eyes began to moisten. Then she
snapped to. "Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to me."

Arjun did as commanded. When he reached his wife he lowered his head and
kissed and licked his wife's feet tops and bottoms. Then she said, "There is
another thing I do with my feet that I've never done with any other man, and I
never will."

Arjun knew what she was talking about so he opened his robe and laid down on
the floor in front of his wife and spread his legs apart for her. His cock
stood at attention like a flag pole while Aadhya began massaging it with her
feet.#

Aadhya expertly rolled her right foot over the tip of Arjun's dick while she
slid her left foot under his balls and began jiggling them lightly. With this
inducement tiny drops of pre-cum began to trickle from the tip of his dick.#

Aadhya rubbed the pre-cum along the bottom of her right toes, all the while
continuing to massage his balls with her left foot. When her right toes were
sufficiently lubricated, she began to slide them up and down his shaft.

"Are you getting turned on?" she asked her husband.

"Yes, Mistress, YES!"

"I've decided that if you cum before I give you permission that I'm going to
have to punish you," she giggled.

"I-I'll try to hold back," he promised. Aadhya made it harder by bringing her
left foot up and using it to massage his dick as well. Then she began to
talk.

"Earlier when you were inside me, Husband, when your big cock was deep inside
my pussy, I could feel you thrusting in and out of me. I could feel your
hard, muscular body on top of mine; I could smell your manly scent. I . . . I
just became completely unglued. I admit it. I mean I knew I loved you the
first time we made love, but today . . . Baby! It was like nothing else I've
ever experienced.

All the while she was saying these things she continued to kneed his hard cock
between her soft feet.

"I knew then for sure and forever that you are the only man I will ever love.#
You are mine, Husband, but I am yours as well. Everything I have, my soft,
beckoning lips, my big, comfy tits with the hard nipples, my round, tight ass,
my long, supple legs, my shapely, feminine hips, my strong, enfolding arms, my
moist, cozy pussy and my incredible, awesome superhuman strength are all for
you. Only for you.

This, of course, was too much. Arjun exploded with a load of spunk so large
that . . . let's just say that it was really large.

As "punishment" for cumming without permission, Aadhya took him back to bed
without any supper.

The next morning, out of curiosity, Arjun asked Aadhya, "By the way, what was
the important thing you had to talk to Billy about yesterday?"

"I told him that you were passing on the lead it his next movie," she
explained.

"I am?" he asked,

"Yes, the part wasn't right for you at all. Billy was okay with that. He
said he had someone else in mind for the role anyway."

"Who?" Arjun asked.

"Sanjay Padmanabhan," she replied, "It's a shame really because I doubt that
his hand or jaw will be healed up in time for him to take the part now."#

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