College Chastity Choice Game 2

"Hey, how was the appointment?", asks Steward.

"Fine, I supposed"

"What was the problem, if I may ask"

"The husband is unable to orgasm and ejaculate when having sex", says Osha, going to the living room and sitting on her side. She is still wearing her traditional Hindu dress but she will change in more western clothes soon. She just wants to decompress.

"Wow, that's rough. Medical issue or psychological?"

"It's guilt-driven. He feels too guilty about getting pleasure."

"Ah, you're normally great with them"

"I know, but I fear they won't listen to my advice", says Osha, a little sad

"Really? They paid and won't listen to you?"

"It's not that rare Steward. Tons of my clients never follow my ideas. And it's not just me, doctors feel the same."

She used to call him Stewie, but is a term of endearment, almost like flirting. He tried a few variations of her name to reciprocate, but Osha is already short enough.

He did laugh that her name is synonymous with danger, but she didn't get it at first. It's only later that he realized that she didn't know the Occupational Safety and Hazard Act which prevents workplace injuries.

"I feel you. Most of my players have to almost be coerced. It's like because I am not currently a player, just an assistance coach, I have no idea what I am doing. But I did play soccer in leagues and all"

"And you are good at coaching them"

"Well, I try. I mean, some of them, like Amanda, don't need any help from me. She is so hard on herself"

"She did almost make the Olympic team"

"Yeah. Hey, did you know she was a dj? If you want to go out clubbing like we used to, I could ask her schedule", says Steward.

Osha looks at him. She did use to enjoy going out. Perhaps she should make an effort.

"I might like that", she says.

"Let me text her, I think she DJs tonight"

"Tonight? Steward, I had a rough day. I mean...don't think that just because I had sex with my client means that it was a walk in the park"

"Not again!", says Steward

"What?"

"Do you need to have sex with all of them?"

"I do not have sex with all of them, Steward. And you were clearly informed about my profession."

"Yeah, but you said it was just for diagnosis"

"It is. I need to feel how he was while having sex. I felt him block his orgasm, on the spot. I wouldn't have if I was just watching them having sex"

"And his wife didn't mind?"

"No, I think she was relieved it wasn't her fault"

"Well, I don't like it."

"You knew the rules."

"Oh, I don't really mind that you have diagnosis sex with them. I mean, you told me, you very rarely get orgasms"

"Indeed. I don't do it for my pleasure, or even theirs"

"Even if you did. I mean, you are hot, and I don't mind that much. That's not my problem"

"What is it then?"

"When it will be my turn, Osha? When can I have sex with you?"

"Steward..."

"Don't Steward me. You are the hottest woman I know, and I got to marry you. You are a sex expert, and before you complain, I don't mean your job. When we do have sex, Osha, it's out of this world. You get me. We have good chemistry, you and me"

"We do", Osha says, admitting it.

"So why not have sex you and me? Like, I know that under your pants and your saree, you are nude. Later, you will change, put panties, a bra, jeans and a t-shirt or a blouse. You dress up for them, but not for me. You skip underwear for them, but not for me"

"Steward..."

"No, I am talking, and I am fed up. Annoyed. Pissed off even. You have sex with almost all of them, and when you do, it's 2 to 4 days of you blocking me out. I wouldn't even mind it just going down on you or something. Or just sharing a shower, a bathtub, or letting me watching you change. Do you recall how we used to bathe together? And do you recall how we had sex a few times on this couch? But then, your practice was only starting"

"Steward..."

"So, I will lay it on the table. I have needs, Osha. I do. So, I have demands. I will listen to counteroffers, but my demands are non-negotiable. If you don't agree to abide by them, we are getting divorced, and you know I love you, so I am serious"

"Fine. State them.", says Osha, sharply. A divorce this soon in their relationship would probably mean her expulsion from the USA. He holds all of the cards.

"First, I have to be able to wash you get changed. Tonight, every night. "

"But.."

"I am not done. I will say all of my demands, and then, you can react"

"Fine", says Osha

"Second, when we have the time, it's not always the case, I want to shower or bathe with you. I don't mind it if sometimes, you are in the bathtub and I am just sitting next to it. I know you want your bathwater scalding hot and I can't stand it. But I need to be able to see you in the bathtub. "

"I can accept that"

"I am not done, but thank you. Third, you will wear sarees in the house sometimes. I mean, you look fucking hot in them. I don't mean all the time. And I know you don't like the attention when shopping. But in the house, when it's just you and me, you will keep it on after clients."

"I didn't realize you liked them so much", she says

"I do. But I get that in public, they are not as conspicuous"

"I could go out like that sometimes. Occasionally"

"Like I said, I am not done"

"Ok, I will react at the end"

"Good. Because I made a list"

"You have a list?"

"I've been rehashing it, rehearsing it, but never able to say it"

"Sorry, I didn't realize it was so bad", says Osha, sad.

"Well, it's not that bad, but if can be better"

She smiles.

"I do love you, Steward"

"And me too. I love you so much Osha.", he says, warming her heart.

"Ok, so fourth point. I want to have sex with you Osha. I don't have a schedule in mind. I was thinking of setting a quota per week, but it feels, I don't, abusive. In short. I want you to think about it. I want you to carve a place in your schedule for us to have sex together. "

Osha nods. She was about to speak, but Steward was pushing on.

"Fifth point, I want you to orgasm. You don't with your clients, and I think it's warping your mind against sex. I would prefer if I were to help you to orgasms, but if we are to have sex, you need to have some sort of positive connotation in mind. Perhaps. I could sometimes just go down on you, you know I am good at it. It's zero effort for you, and if after a few days, it puts you in the mood for sex, then I win. Or you just masturbate in bed next to me"

Osha looks at him. An idea forms in her mind.

"Sixth. I know, it's contradictory with the Saree point, but I want to see you nude sometimes. Doesn't have to be long. But more than just the shower or bath. Perhaps after we wash ourselves, you don't get dressed until we are ready for me to please you."

She nods. She can do that. Her culture has a different view of nudity than Americans. It doesn't bother her as much to be nude next to her husband, even if she enjoys her clothes. Even her jeans. She doesn't just buy them as Walmart.

"Seventh, we need to go out. Perhaps tonight, to go dancing. You love dancing. I know, a club here is not the same, but it's not like anyone is judging you"

"I could dance tonight"

"Good. Eight, you just did it. You need to tell me and show me that you love me more than you do. Like today. We had plans to go shopping, and you went to see your client. It's fine, I don't judge. But you came home, said nothing to me, and ran to your office for hours. No words on whether you are hurt, crying, happy. Nothing. You still don't know if I did the shopping. Spoilers? I did. I don't mind. This isn't about that. But next time, talk to me. Tell me it was rough. Tell me you had sex to diagnose the guy and it disgusted you and you can't have sex for a few days. I am not stupid. I don't want you to force yourself to have sex with me."

"Good", she says. Her idea confirms itself.

"I have two more. But I think they are stupid"

"Go ahead"

"I want you to continue teaching me Indian cuisine. I know, you said you don't care that much for it, but I enjoy it. And just to be clear, it's not just the food I enjoy, it's you, all happy when you teach me"

"I can do that"

"Good. I don't recall my last point"

"You don't?"

"I think it's to let me in emotionally? But I don't feel neglected on that point. So it must not be it"

"I know what it is", she says

"You do?"

"It's for me to pay more attention to your emotional needs. Not that I need to lower my guard, so to speak and let you in, but that I need to care more for what happens to you. To cater more to your needs"

"Oh, right"

"Ok, is there more?"

"No, you are pretty much perfect otherwise", says Steward.

"Ok, fine. Give me a few minutes to think about it and form a response"

"Nice. Want me to cook something?"

"Perhaps we can eat out and go dance?"

"So we will go?", says Steward, excited.

"If you'd like. But don't expect sex tonight"

"I won't. I can respect that", he says.

"Good. You could draw us a bath? Ok, fine, draw me a bath, using only the hot water"

"I don't know how to can do it", he says, but he goes and draws the bath.