Spin Cycle

Arnav pilfered through the closet one more time. “Where the hell is it?!” he asked out loud, continuing his rummaging. He was about to yell out for his wife when he remembered she’d told him she’d be downstairs. Pulling out his cell phone, he gave her a call. The moment it connected he spoke, not waiting for her greeting. “Khushi, have you seen my white shirt?”

“Arnavji it had a stain remember? I put it with the rest of the laundry. I’m washing it as we speak actually.” She tucked the phone under her ear to free up her hands. As she continued to rub at the lip gloss stain, she blushed, remembering exactly how it got there.

“What the...! You’re doing laundry?!” he asked in outrage.

“Ji, hum…. “ (“Yes, I…”) she began to explain but he had already hung up. “Kaat diya!? (He cut the call!?) Why did he even call me if he was just going to hang up in half a second?” She blew her bangs out of her eyes with a huff, placing the phone down again. As she threw the shirt into the machine, she saw her husband appear in the doorway of the laundry room.

He came towards her with his usual purposeful stride and grabbed her arm to turn her around. “Khushi how many times do I have to tell you? You’re not a maid in the house. You are my wife! MRS. Khushi Kumari Gupta…” he picked up the mangalsutra from the base of her throat to show it to her “…SINGH RAIZADA damn it! What the hell do you think we have HP and the rest of the Prakash brothers for!?”

Calmly taking her mangalsutra out of his hands, she put it down, maintaining her hold on his hand. There had been a day where she would’ve jumped and ran for her life at the sound of that sandpaper tone, but now she was practically immune. “Arnavji, relax. Hari Prakash ji and the rest of them went to attend their sister’s wedding. They have family too you know! Besides, they will be out the next few days, and I don’t want everything piling up on Jiji. She’s expecting and she already has too much to handle with hello-hi-bye-bye high maintenance Mami ji. And Di went to the mandhir with Nani ji.” She turned around to continue loading clothes into the machine.

Arnav didn’t have a retort, shirt and everything else forgotten. The Prakash brothers did work really hard around the clock, and absolutely deserved time to be with their family. Had he sent their sister a wedding gift? “Khushi….”

“Don’t worry Arnavji. I gave Hari Prakash ji a very nice card with our blessings and a check for the happy couple to help start their new life together.”

She had answered him without even turning around. Simply put, his wife was an enigma. He had long since stopped pondering about how she knew and understood what he wanted to convey without him ever saying a peep. He just embraced it fully along with the love that had filled his heart for her. She was the queen of his heart and had full reign over it. He really didn’t like the fact that his queen was doing the laundry, but she had a point. It had fallen onto her shoulders and there was no other choice.

She saw an arm reach around her and dump laundry into the machine. It was her husband’s arm, to be more precise. It was thickly corded with lean muscle and sprinkled with the masculinity of his hair, sleeves rolled up. When he rolled up his sleeves she knew he was about to dig whole heartedly into a task, whether it was working away at his laptop or trimming the hedges at his poolside garden. But seeing those arms filled with dirty laundry? It just did not seem right! “Arnavji! What are you doing?!”

“What? I’m helping you” he replied matter-of-factly.

“But….but…. you and …. and laundry?! No no no!” She put a hand on her forehead. “Hai Devi Maiya. What kind of wife do you think I am that I’d let my husband do laundry?! Choriye ye sabb. (Leave all this.) Go back upstairs. You must have a lot of work waiting for you! Go!” She tried to shoo him away.

Arnav bent to meet her at eye level and gently held one of her arms. “Khushi, if you can do the laundry, why can’t I? You’re my other half, no? My equal? So what’s the big deal if I help you?”

“But…but what if someone sees you?! I can’t let Nani ji or Mami ji see you doing laundry! Oh god what kind of bahu (daughter-in-law) would they think I was?! No no! You have to go. I can do this by myself Arnavji, don’t worry about it!” She tried pushing at him again, but he was like a brick wall, unmovable.

“Relax. No one is even home to see me, you said so yourself. I’m helping you and that’s final Khushi.”

Khushi nervously put the tip of her finger in her mouth and unconsciously chewed as per her usual habit when she was baffled by something. Blindly she picked up some more laundry. He had his full ASR face on. What an oxymoron that was. ASR…..doing domestic chores? She really couldn’t wrap her head around this and needed somebody to pinch her. She was frozen in place holding the laundry in her hands as she pondered the uncanny situation.

“WHAT THE….! Khushi!”

“Huh?” she snapped back to reality upon hearing her husband roaring.

 “You let HP wash this for you?!!?”

He was holding a scrap of black and red lace. She remembered her husband gifting it to her. When she had come out to model the lingerie for him, he’d been a breadth away from tearing it off. Thank god she had quick reflexes and had hurriedly shimmied out of it. The negligee was just so pretty and sexy, she hadn’t wanted to sacrifice yet another one at the hands of her Laad Governor. Her face flamed red at the memory of what had ensued next. She quickly snatched the lingerie away from him. “Arnavji! No, he does not wash things like this for me! I do this part myself. But since I’m the one doing the laundry today, I just threw it all together….” She quickly turned around and loaded the machine again, not able to look him in the eye.

Feeling relief spread through him, Arnav grabbed the last handful of laundry from the hamper and reached around Khushi to throw it in the machine. He watched her pour some detergent and close the lid as he approached her from behind, eventually caging her in. He pressed the rigid front of his body against the soft give of her back, placing his hands on the machine, around her. Slowly, he leaned down and nuzzled her ear. “You looked sexy as hell wearing that.” His voice had gone husky with arousal.

“Arnavji…..” she half heartedly protested and squirmed as he began kissing her neck. They were deliciously unhurried, swirly, wet, licking kisses on all the sensitive spots along her column and nape. She unconsciously leaned her head to the side and closed her eyes at the feel of his lips on her. “I have so much work to do still, you’re distracting me” she complained, still not moving away from his touch.

“But you have to finish the laundry first Khushi.” His clever hands had already unpinned the pallu from her shoulder leaving it to teeter precariously along with a now-open dori. He turned her around so she was facing him. “And to finish, you have to start it first don’t you? The machine’s not even on yet” he teasingly admonished, tracing his tongue along the underside of her clavicle. “Here, I’ll help you start Khushi.” He hoisted her up by the waist setting her to perch atop the machine.

“Arnavji, what are you doing?!” She grabbed his shoulders and tried to hop off but he held her in place.

“Khushi, I’m just turning the machine on” he replied innocently. He snuck a hand under her pallu and traced it up her torso to slowly pull her choli down. His hand crept further up, cupping a breast, and slowly massaged, awakening the nerve endings at the sensitive tip. When she arched further into his hand he squeezed more firmly. Leaning in to take her mouth, he adjusted the mode and turned the laundry machine on. As it hummed and vibrated to life, Khushi pulled away with a gasp.

“Arnavji! Ye kya…!?” (“What is…!?”)

“What Khushi? It’s the spin cycle.” He smiled wickedly before leaning back in to ravage her mouth. He dove his tongue past her plump lips to dance and tangle with hers. He could feel the vibration of the machine radiating through her, and into his own mouth while his hands went onto explore further. As he cupped her breasts, he swept his tongue in and out, teasing her, making her wait, and then darted back in when she wasn’t expecting it, keeping her on the keen edge. He nibbled on her lips , gently taking the full bottom one between his teeth, and rolled her nipples between his fingers as he gently bit down on her flesh, making her cry out. As his mouth continued its downward descent, he took in the sight in front of him. Her pallu had fully fallen off her shoulder, completely baring her to his gaze, and her hair had uncoiled from her haphazard bun, all due to the vibrations of the machine. As he began loving her breasts with his mouth, he traversed his hands over her hips and further down until his hands touched the bare skin above her ankles. He teasingly flicked her nipples with his tongue before taking them into his mouth and suckling, one by one.

“Arnavji, this is ….it’s too much!” she cried out clutching his hair.

“Khushi, there’s a big load in there. The spin cycle is gonna be on for a little while.” He smiled as he traveled his hands up the smooth skin of her legs, simultaneously bunching the material of her sari on the way up. When he touched a finger high on her inner thigh, he encountered wetness. “Khushi, I think you like this machine more than you’re letting on” he teased.

“Oh god!” she moaned, trapping his hand as she tried to rub her legs together, seeking relief.

As he moved his hand higher to cup her sex, he froze and locked his eyes onto her. “Khushi….do you not believe in wearing underwear anymore?”

“Arnavji, it is laundry day” she teased as she reached for his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.

She began stroking across his skin just as he pushed a finger inside her, and then added a second one. She was so primed that it only took a few massaging strokes to send her over the edge with a muffled scream.

With his fingers still inside her, he continued drugging her with kisses, making her feel lethargic. Her hands had paused just above the waistband of his track pants, when she came back to earth and quickly shoved them down, greedily taking him in her hands. She began stroking him, just the way she knew her husband liked, when he brushed her hands away.

“Khushi, none of that. I can’t. Not when I have you so wet and ready.”

“But Arnavji….Oh!” He’d entered her with one fluid thrust and stilled. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips, and her arms around his neck.

They stared into each others eyes as the machine vibrated life into Khushi and she vibrated life into him. It was like an electric current fueling the fire of their love making. He began thrusting in a rolling and gliding motion, being sure to hit all her hot spots, letting her know he wasn’t going to be outdone by some machine. She caught onto his rhythm quickly, and began meeting him swivel for swivel and grind for grind. In and out, in and out, they danced and moved as the machine continued to buzz on and enhance their sensations. He could feel her nipples vibrating against his chest, enticing him. Leaning down he took one in his mouth to lave it with his tongue and suck at it. As he closed his mouth over the tip more fully, he let out a hum from the back of his throat, causing a ripple to go through her, triggering her second climax. She gripped him hard, and continued to milk him through the duration of her orgasm, until he couldn’t control himself any longer and let himself go over the hilt as well. They clung to each other as both of their after shocks continued to zing through them as the machine kept its constant vibration. They regained their senses after a while when the machine had finally stopped.

Khushi moved her hands to cup her husband’s face and lifted it off her chest where he had been resting it as he caught his breath. She tilted it up and brought his gaze to hers. “Arnavji, I think I like doing laundry with this machine” she smiled breathlessly. He graced her with one of his heart stopping, lop-sided grins. “It’s much better than washing the clothes in the pool” she teased, reminding him of how she used to wash and hang her clothes outside their room to annoy him. He let out a laugh, triggering a rumble to vibrate up her spine since he was still inside her.

He playfully kissed her mouth as he slid out before they began to slowly help each other redress. “Khushi I loved doing laundry with you” he teased, picking up her pallu and handing it to her.

“Arnavji thank you for helping. You definitely know how to get the job done” she teased right back, unable to control her smile.

“Well if you want I can help you with the dryer too….” he suggested as he began to close in on her again.

“No no, you’ve helped enough. You just get back to your work!”

Arnav let his wife shove him out the doorway and received a loving pat on his bum on the way out. He turned his head with a grin to give her a wink and sauntered off, thoroughly satisfied.

When Khushi hadn’t come back up a while later, he went to go check on her. He stopped and leaned on the doorway of the laundry room, crossing his arms over his chest to watch her fold clothes with a fat smile plastered on her face. And then she began to sing out loud.

“Aaj mausam hai suhana…..kapday dhonay ka hai bahana….lalalala. Spin cycle ka jadoo hai kamaal….Laad Governor ne kiya istemaal….what the, what the, what the…..”

He couldn’t resist the huge smile creeping on his face as he entered the room. He swiftly wrapped her in his arms to kiss the remainder of the song off his quirky but beautiful wife’s lips.