Passion Of Madhumita

My name is Kumar. This story is being told by Madhumita, my beautiful wife, who has a colorful past which she can best describe in her own words. She is at present typing the words while I am playing with her beautiful round big boobs, well rounded and firm (not hanging at all), fingering her large dark aerolas and peach like nipples. The nipples are darkish red and every time I see that I can’t stop myself from sucking it. Her flat stomach and deep navel leading to her shaved pussy – choot is really sexciting. Her well molded buttocks is very curvaceous and when I move my hand over it, the fleshy skin just oozes sex and ignites my passion. The best position I like her is to be sitting astride me while I am relaxing on a chair.

Her buttocks pressing against my thighs and when I move my hand (fingers) over it, I can trace the folds to the anus where I insert a finger or two. Her vagina exposed and open to me when I look down and her full blooded pointed breast and nipples pointing at me and finally her wonderful face with the lovely luscious lips kissing and caressing my face and nipples and chest. Readers, I can go on and on and still not be satiated. She is really a sexy, fucking slut of mine. She is like Mamta Kulkarni and a mix of those south Indian heroines of yester years. She oozes sex. Recently, I have stopped her shaving her pussy and there are small brownish hairy growth which covers her clitoris leading to her anus and I love moving my hand on it and feeling the roughness. Her vertical pussy, the cunt lips has thick folds which I always try to pry open when I lay my hand or lips to it. I am not sure what to kiss first, her cunt lips or her mouth. Her face is round and her dark penetrative wide eyes, reflects innocence. Her cheeks are prominent and her nose and perfect honey tasting lips really can make any person go crazy. Let my wife write to you her story and about how I happened to marry her. I, (Madhumita) was getting very nervous as the time approached where I would have to present myself as Samirs sister (Rashmi) to the people who were coming to see Rashmi for marriage. 

I had been married to Samir only three months back. Samir has a younger sister Rashmi, who was physically not a good looking girl. She had thick coarse skin, squint eyes, wore thick lens (glasses) which gave her a goofy look. Was very darkish, had thick lips and protruding teeth. Her height was about my height 5’3” and she was stocky built. At one glance, she had been rejected by a lot of suitors and in desperation, I was asked to take her place so that once the would be groom agrees and the marriage is settled, they could switch, Rashmi back in my place and get her married. Samir and his family thought that once Rashmi gets married of, it would be difficult for the groom to walk out of the marriage as per the traditional marriage norms. From childhood, I have been described as a beautiful girl by my family, friends and also my admirers in school and college. I had a strict upbringing so had always known that I would be losing my virginity to the man I marry. I come from a lower middle class background. Due to the attention I received, I always dreamed about a prince charming coming on horseback and carrying me away to a land of gold and silver where I would be the queen adored and loved by all. I was supposed to be a classic beauty and when I walked, I would receive lot of attention and catcalls, whistles. Yes, such attention did make me feel precious/unique and somehow, I felt it was a matter of time when a handsome, rich guy would take my hand and make me his life partner forever. As I started blooming, with my breast/boobs becoming more visible, my parents were worried about my future. There was one boy Ashok, in college who was close to me ( was a very very distant relative too) and I could see the yearning for love in his eyes, but I never encouraged him much.

Those days, I used to wear the traditional salwaar kameez to college with a duppatta around. Ashok was a good friend of mine and a couple of times, if he caught me alone, he would try to take me in his arms and embrace me, and kiss me. Those times, I would feel a tremor in my heart, a warmth spreading in my body and a wetness in my lower part. Bur somehow, I used to extricate myself from such situation and walk off. The day I finished college, I was married of to Samir. Now, Samir, aged 32, was from a middle class family, a senior executive in Bank with a bright future. My parents were happy to get such a good proposal (even though we had a 10 years age difference). He was thin, fair, about 5’7” in height and serious looking. He had been a good husband and sexual life had been okay as I had no other experience to compare with what sex I had with him. The first night he had walked in and embraced me, then slowly removed his garments and mine and then switched of the light. I had closed my eyes in anticipation to what I was about to feel. He had kissed me a few times, played with my boobs (breast) and sucked my nipples. This was really exciting for me as my skin was experiencing a tingling with the contact of other naked body and then I had felt a sharp jab on my choot as if something was trying to enter there. He had spread my legs and entered forcibly. It was painful and I had yelled and for a few minutes the pain was intense. Samir realized my predicament and had while kissing my nipples and pumping his lund in my choot stated that I would be enjoying the pleasure soon and to bear the pain for sometime.

After he had pumped for a few more times the pain subsided and I could feel his lund (live rod) penetrating my vagina and pounding me there. I had liked the sensation and after some time he had released his sperms in me. I had felt a thrill and would have loved to have his lund more in me or to feel and taste them but by then he was alseep. We had talked the next day and also continued our sex the same way and my life was moving along. For me that was the sex which I was introduced to, found it enjoyable and a _expression of love with my husband for whom I should be ready to fuck and screw at anytime he wanted (for relieving his tension and pleasure) and my pleasure being secondary. Now Samir was the bread earner for the family and he felt responsible for his family. We stayed with his parents and his sister. He was consulted on all family decision and overtime he was accorded a unique status in his family. The reason he had married me was because he had seen me at a marriage gathering and fell in love with me. Hence, without taking any dowry he had married me but now-a-days he felt compelled and under pressure to get a good groom for his sister. That had become his goal.

The family felt that the only way to get a good match for his sister was to introduce me as his sister. Hence I was requested by Samir to act like his sister in front of strangers on his sister’s behalf. I was opposed to the idea as I felt that would be cheating somebody plus, I was already a wife to Samir. But being new to the household, Samir and his parents barraged me with pleas and forced me. Finally, I had to give in. From their talks I could gather that the next groom being considered was a rich man, well connected and also a successful businessman. That day, I was dressed in blue colored sari made of mix of cotton and nylon, with a low neckline blouse. I had been to a beautician in the morning for facial and also to shape my eyebrows and eyelids. I have long hair running till my waist and it was shampooed and let loose behind. I was told that I should cover my head when I walked out to meet the groom and his party. I was nervous. I could hear talks going on in the hall and laughter. Samir’s mom was standing close to me and then I saw Samir walking in and telling me that I could go out. I gave him a pleading look but he said that don’t worry, everything will be all right. . Slowly I walked to the hall carrying the tea for all, on a tray. My head was covered by the sari paloo and I could feel the sari clinging to my body, projecting my curves and my well-rounded buttocks. The moment I walked in, all talk stopped and I could feel the stare of everybody on my face. I kept my head down. Somebody broke the silence and asked me – ‘Rashmi bitiya, dulha ko nahi dekhogi’. There was laughter around. I stood in silence in one corner. That was when I heard a deep male voice saying “ Mujhe Rashmiji se kuch akele mein baat karna hai’. There was silence from Samir and his parents but the boys family said-“ koi baat nahin, baat hi to karna hai, karne do, jawaan hai aur modern ladka aur ladki hai, inki tasalli ke liye inhe baatein karne do”. I held my breath awaiting Samir’s family’s reply. Finally, I heard Samir’s father say-“theek hai karne do baat”. Suddenly, I felt a presence nearby and the same deep voice stating, “chalo, jara bahar chalte hain”, saying this he walked out. I heard Samir’s father asking me to follow him – “jaa bitiya, kar le baat”. I looked up and saw Samir’s eyes on me. Since there was no other choice I walked out with him.

We went around the house and there under a tree which hid us from the house and shielded anybody from the house from seeing us, he stopped. He said-‘kya tum is shaadi se khush ho”. I was still quiet. He said ‘jara sirr (head) uthake mujhe dekho” saying this he lifted my chin up and I was looking at a very attractive face. He had a naughty smile on his face and was staring at me intently. Our eyes met and I felt a strange attraction and a compelling force holding my eyes to him. He was tall about 5’11”, fair, athletically built, wide shoulders, narrow waist and long tapering legs. His hair was combed back revealing a wide forehead, wide eyes. Strong jaw, thin lips, white teeth and a nice pointed nose. He oozed an animal like charm and masculinity which was attractive. I seemed to be at a loss of words. I was trembling at the situation I was in. I was nervous and there was no way I could be talking at that time. He said- tumhari photo dekhne ke baad mujhe icha hui ki tumhe ek baar dekh loon”. “ Ab lagh raha hai ki mein koi apsara ke saamne khada hoon, tumhari jaisi khobsoorat ladki ko meine pehle kabhi dekha hi nahin tha”. I was feeling trapped. Again he asked- ‘kya tum is shaadi ke liye tayaar ho’. Now I had no option but to say yes as he was to be married to RASHMI. So I just nodded my head. He said – ‘ kya tum har samay itni sharmatee ho”. I mumbled – ‘ har samay nahin……”. He just laughed – ‘ bhagwan ka shukr hai ki tumne apna muh to khola’. Ab tum batao ki mein tumhe pasand hoon ki nahin. I shyly said –‘jee haan’. He said- ‘ Janti ho, meine bachpan mein hi mere parents ko kho diya tha aur meri parvarish ek door ke rishtedaar kar rahi hain. Wohi meri maa hein aur sub kuch. Pehli baar zindagi mein mujhe aisa lag rahaa hai ki mein bahut khush kismat wala hoon. Pehli baar mujhe zindagi se pyaar ho gaya hai.

Ab to bas mujhe shaadi ka intezaar hai aur us pal ka intezaar hai zab mein tumhe apne bahoon mein sadaa zakde (bandhe) rakhoon”. His deep sonorous voice was like music to my ears and I was getting carried away by it. I never realized the passage of time as he started cracking jokes and making me laugh. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed a strangers company. Suddenly I felt two strong arms lifting me and I was face to face with him. He gave me a deep passionate kiss. It was as if my life was being sucked out. I could feel his tongue all over my mouth and a tremor seemed to be running through my spine at the back. I could feel a passion building within me which I had never experienced before. With failing strength I was telling him to stop, but I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I seemed to belong to him. Suddenly we heard footstep and Samir’s voice calling us inside. Immediately he lowered me and I was trying to arrange my pallu which had slid down when Samir came by us. He looked at us both and at me. He seemed angry and asked me if everything was okay. Kumar interjected and said –“ Samir bhaiya – everything is okay, bus meri aur se to haan hai aur rashmi bhi maan gayi hai, to ab der kis baat ki, shaadi ki tayaariyan karo”. Seeing that I was nervous and looking frightened, Kumar said-“rashmiji, kis baat se dar rahi ho, chalo ab hi shadi kartein hai, agar tum chaho to’. Saying this he took my chin in his hand and kissed me on my cheek. Samir was angry. He said ‘Kumar behave yourself, hamaare ghar mein shaadi ke pahle yeh sab nahi ho sakta’. Kumar said –‘Samir bhaiya, shaadi ke baad to izazat hain na- bas mein intezaar karoonga”. We all walked back. Now this meeting with Kumar had changed my world upside down. Even though I knew that Samir was my husband, I started thinking about Kumar a lot and remembering his kiss I used to et excited. To the extent that the same night when Samir came to sleep, I was all excited. That night Samir came late to the room and was trying to avoid me.

I realized that Samir was hungup on the days occurrence and told samir – “That I was just acting the part he wanted me to and he need act so jealous. He knew the consequences of his action and he has to be careful”. Suddenly Samir embraced me and said-‘Darling- mein tumhe khona nahin chahta hoon. Aaj jab Kumar ne tumhe gaal pe kiss kiya to mujhe acha nahin lagaa. Bus ek jalan si hui.”. I was still excited about Kumar’s kiss and my body was all hot by then. I embraced him tightly and started kissing him. I clinged to Samir and asked him demurely to kiss me. Samir was surprised at my passion and he kissed me and was in no time fucking me. I was responding wildly and for a change, I was on top of Samir fucking him and controlling the lund. As I sat on his lund with my head thrown back and my balls bouncing, I closed my eyes and in my mind, I felt as if I was fucking Kumar. He also responded wildly and he was fucking me hard. I was shouting at him – ‘aur jhor se’. I was on top of him and my choot was pounding him up and down. He was trying to reach my boobs and press it but I was in my own world. My eyes were closed and I was seeing Ashok, Kumar and Sameer’s face in my mind. I was visualizing being fucked by all three at the same time. I could feel a sensual tingling feeling in my spine being carried to my brain. My back was arched and I was trying to get his whole cock in my choot deep inside to fill me up. In this state suddenly I had a shattering climax and I could feel my fluid and Samirs cum mixing up and flowing out. I fell on top of Samir. In my school days and later in college there was this girl Renuka who was my classmate. We were close friends and I used to share all my dreams with her. After my marriage, we had lost touch and imagine my surprise when I met her recently.

I was buying vegetables at the market, accompanied by my mother-in-law and Rashmi when I happened to meet Renuka at the local market. I was very happy to meet an old friend of mine from and all my tension seemed to evaporate on seeing her, a friend with whom I could share my true feelings. Now Renuka became a constant visitor to our house. One day I opened up and told her about the marriage switching plans and made her promise to keep it secret. She was troubled and she advised me that I should desist being a participant, as I would have to pay the consequence for my action. But both of us realized that other than agreeing to my in-laws and husbands demand, I had no recourse. The next few days, the house was all ready for the marriage. I could feel a tension in the air and most of the time I saw the family in deep discussion. Samir was all tensed up and seemed to be avoiding me as I was the only person who had been opposing this whole planning. My parents were not informed as the situation was delicate and Samirs family did not want them to know the trick being played for marrying Rashmi and Kumar. A week earlier, Kumar’s old bua came and said that she would like to take Rashmi (meaning me) for selecting clothes and ornaments. Now the house was in a dilemma. They agreed finally to let me and Rashmi go together with her. We went to one of the expensive sari emporiums and both of us were selecting dresses. I was trying to select good saris which would suit Rashmi. After sometime, the old bua asked Rashmi to accompany her to toilet as she was not feeling well. Rashmi left with her and while I was selecting, I felt a male presence nearby and it was Kumar. I got all nervous. I was not anticipating this moment. Kumar had his mischievous, naughty smile on his face and said – “Thank God - tum akeli ho”. Acha hua bua ne akal se kaam liya. Acha batao, tumhe kya pasand hai”. He was standing very close to me. I had worn a loose half shirt and a tight jeans that day.

The top button of the shirt was open and my cleavage could be seen clearly. From where Kumar was standing he could see my boobs and cleavages clearly. I have good rounded boobs and big areolas and peach like nipples (Kumar later told me that). It was trying to come out of the shirt. The bra size was smaller hence the boobs seemed to be trying to burst out of the bra. Suddenly, I was feeling very conscious. At one time, I could feel Kumar’s hand going round my buttocks and I could feel him squeezing it. I could feel the heat building within me. Suddenly Kumar turned to me and asked whether I would like to accompany him to the restaurant for a bite. I declined and deliberately tried to pay attention to the dresses. He stood there and kept entertaining me and the sales girl and occasionally had his hand on my body, patting and caressing my backside. I was in a very delicate stage there. Suddenly I heard Samir’s voice and Kumar immediately pulled his hand back. Samir asked Kumar on how he came there and Kumar said his Bua needed some money so he had brought it. Kumar gave a packed bundle to Samir and said - give it to Bua and then with his standard mischievous smile told me that ‘Rashmiji- tayaar rahna, tumhara intezaar hai”. Then he left. Later the Bua came and we selected the saris. There were a few good sized bras and the sales girl asked me to try it on.

Both Rashmi and myself selected a few bras and went to the dress changing area. We were both assigned two different cubicles. On reaching my cubicle, I opened the door and walked in. Before I could realize anything the door was closed and I found myself in Kumar’s embrace. Kumar seemed to be a person who was everywhere and could getaway with anything he wanted to do. I was terrified then. Kumar’s hand was on my mouth and his mischievous smile was back on his face. He whispered- ‘Rashmiji, awaaz math karna, bas tumse milne bechain tha, who sales girl ko manane mein bahut time lagaa aur badi mushkil se razi hokar mujhe yahan chupne diya hai. Usine tumhe yahan beja hai. Mein kuch nahin karoonga, bus tumhe kapde badaltha hua dekhoonga”. I knew that Sameer’s family was looking forward to Rashmi’s marriage and there was no way I could do anything then. If I shouted both of us would be exposed. I just wanted Rashmi’s marriage to be over with and also I did like Kumars personality and his charm. I said – ‘bus, ab chup chap baitho raho. Mein tumhare saamne kuch nahi badloongi aur thode der ke baad mein chali jaaongi, Tum baad mein nikalna. In that crammed place it was difficult for two person to be together. Kumar just pulled me on his lap and started passionately kissing me. Initially I did not respond but there was a magic in his kisses which was forcing me to respond. His hand came down to my boobs but I brushed it off. I could feel his hardened lund on my buttocks. I could hear my husbands voice outside and I was also feeling terrified at what would happen if he knew I was with Kumar inside. Finally after a deep passionate kiss, I got up and said – Kumar, ab bas- mein jaa rahi hoon. Before he could insist, I opened the door and walked out.

Rashmi was still changing and came out after some time, while we were leaving the sari emporium, Kumar appeared again and playfully suggested that we all go to the restaurant. Samir immediately declined as by now he was loathing Kumar’s presence because of his own personal guilt and my involvement. Samir insisted that they had to leave and we all left. The previous day morning Rashmi and myself had gone to the local beauty parlour for a complete body bath and facials. I had all my hair removed from my hand, armpits, legs and finally when it came to my vagina (choot), I was a bit hesitant as I always used to do it myself. But the beautician impressed upon me that she would do it and made me lie naked on her chair, with my legs wide open and placed on a leg stand. She was sitting in between and gently applying lather to the vagina. I could feel a tingling and a nice sensation whenever the blade or lather or her hand brushed the vagina. Finally when it was done, she moved her hands on it and then uttered a sigh of satisfaction. She looked at me and said with a smile -do you want anything more. I would have loved for the experience to continue but since time was running short, I stopped there and then left. Afternoon my friend Renuka came and while she was with me, Kumar’s bua with a few ladies came to our house and calling me, she handed me a big packet. Bua told me that the packet consisted of Kumar’s personal mementos by which I should be adorned. On opening the packet in front of Kumar’s bua, I was astounded to see a kanchipuram sari, bright red in color, which was ordained and knitted with gold threads and zaris.

There were other saris too all sparklingly attractive and just enough o cause a mild earthquake. The whole 9 yard sari was beautifully crafted and the silkiness seemed to be flowing in one’s hand. I was dazed at the richness of the cloth. There was also a golden bichua (toe ring), a bindi ( a sparkling diamond adorned the sticky red bindi), a full set of chuda (bangles) – gold bangles with diamond and pearls embedded in it, Nathni(nose ring) which again was a gold piece with a sparkling ruby in it and finally a set of gold and diamond chains / necklaces. Bua informed me that Kumar wanted me to be adorned by all the glitters sent by him for marriage. This caused a lot of tension in the house. Samir and his father insisted that they would provide all the dresses and ornaments required for the marriage, which bua shot down stating that how does it matter if Kumar wants his future wife to be decked the way he wants. I was astounded by the richness and quality of the products sent. Also Bua was accompanied by a beautician and a Henna (Mehndi) artisan. Bua said that I should have the Mehndi work done immediately as per Kumars request. NOW I WAS GETTING REALLY INTRIGUED BY THIS KUMAR CHARACTER. The presence of Renuka there was creating tension in the family as Renuka knew that It was Rashmi’s marriage and not mine and Kumar’s Bua’s interaction with me would reveal their secrets… Samit approached me and took me aside and asked me to send Renuka packing but by now Bua and Renuka seemed to be getting along well and also I was gainst Renuka leaving me at this time. (How was Samir to know that Renuka already knew the whole story of deception). Demurely I agreed to the mehndi demand and the lady started applying the same. Renuka was beside me and started teasing me stating that –‘Kumar would be happy to see the beautiful mehndi on your hand and would start kissing all your fingers and then probably your toes too’. The toe ring (bichua) was sexciting. While holding it Renuka said – hey, is kumar going to kiss your toe and remove the ring with his mouth or is he going to suck your toe’. All this talk was arousing me even though I was acting as if I was just an uninterested person. Rashmi had been with me initially but had walked out in a huff when she realized that she was not wanted there. BUA was very kind to me and caressing my forehead she said that - beti, even though I am a distant relative of Kumar, Kumar is like a son to me and I really am happy to see that he has found a beautiful person like you. I would like to only see you and Kumar happy together all your life’. The ladies who had accompanied Bua were by this time all around me and laughing and cracking sexy remarks at me. Somebody started singing that –‘banegi dulhan kumar ki, hogi raat me us saajan ki, raat ke andhere mein hoga inka Milan, kyon, sajani, jaanti ho kya karma hoga us raat mein…..

The songs went on and there was a gaiety and fun in that room. My heart was beating with tension and a unique excitement. This was the type of marriage I had always visualized in my dreams and now I was in a embarrassing position. I could see Samir getting angry outside and all the ladies were pulling his legs saying – kyon bhaiya, behna ki vidai mein kya dukh ho raaha hai. Ab to who Kumar ki hai aur Kal to who kumar ki hamesha ke liye ho jaayegi. By this time the Mehndi designer had applied the mehndi and designed a very intricate ancient design artwork on my hands, front and back, till my wrist. The artwork was very beautiful and when I joined both my paws together, the design seemed to blend and the name of KUMAR seemed to pop out. Mehndi was applied to my legs till the ankles and I was totally captivated with the design. I was lying with my legs on a stool and hands on the sides, not able to move and the hair stylist started working on my hair. Renuka was sitting near me and her face was glowing. She said- dear, your dreams seems to be coming true, your rajkumar is just around the corner and I am feeling jealous with all the wealth you are about to receive. I could see Samirs dilemma and was feeling at times sorry for him but in my heart I was also angry at him for getting me in this position.By this time, Bua and the other ladies had left and even Renuka took leave.

The hair stylist had just shampooed my hair and said that she woukld be coming the next day – early morning for setting my hair. Samir seemed angry at me and I just let him vent his feelings. His anger made no sense to me as I was in way responsible for what was happening and he could always stop this charade. But Samir was more concerned for his sister and even though he was educated, he still was trapped in old tradition and nonsense thinking that his sister Rashmi would be well off once married even by deception. That night Samir came late to room and I woke up feeling a heviness on me. It was Samir looking at me hungrily, on top of me, all naked and pressing his lund in my choot. I spread my legs and as in the evening I was all excited and wet down there, I readily accepted his lund in. He seemed to be angry and was fucking me with a violence which I had never seen before in him. Samir was banging away and his balls was slapping my underside as he fucked me hard. I was also reacting with the same pressure and each fuck was hard and vigorous. It was a matter of minutes before both of us came very strongly. HOW WAS SAMIR TO KNOW THAT THIS WAS HIS LAST FUCK WITH ME. Samir’s family had invited only a few of their close relatives for the marriage. The marriage day arrived and the whole family was in tension on how and when to make the switch. I was supposed to be constantly beside Rashmi so that for any of Kumars family, it would seem that I was the bride. On the day of the marriage, both of us were dressed in wedding sarees (it was banarasi). Even Rashmi was looking good in her bridal attire. Renuka was with me from morning and that was a relief for me. The marriage was to be officiated in a nearby hotel and we had booked rooms in it for dressing. I knew that all our family members were tense and my heart also was beating fast. We reached the marriage pandal and hotel. Kumar’s Bua and a few of his distant lady relatives came to meet me and were surprised to note that I was not wearing the sari and jewels sent by Kumar. They were told by Samirs family that I would be dressing up soon. Samirs family insisted on complete privacy while the bride was being dressed up and Bua after some hesitation left the scene.

Immediately, the effort was to dress up Rashmi with all the beautiful items sent by Kumar. There was a pang of jealousy when I saw rashmi wearing the beautiful Kancheepuram sari and also the jewels, nathni, toe ring, Rashmi was all decked up and a veil was placed on her face to cover her face. Just as the marriage time neared and everybody was ready to walk towards the marriage mandap, Kumar’s bua with a few ladies forcibly entered the room to see that the bride was dressed up. Inspite of Samirs family’s objection, she walked upto Rashmi. The room was all silent. There was a tension in the air. I was standing at a dark corner in the room, worried and by now I was on the verge of crying. My hands were shivering and I could imagine what rashmi must be feeling. Poor girl, in all this issue she was just a puppet. Bua probably felt the tension and knew something was wrong. She whispered something to a lady accompanying her and that lady rushed out. Bua walked upto Rashmi and went around her. Then she suddenly raised the veil and seemed dumbstruck on seeing a strange face under the veil. She looked aghast at everybody around and sat on the chair nearby as if she had lost the strength of her arms and legs. Her eyes went around the room as if searching for somebody and finally she saw me standing in a corner (with Renuka beside me), my mouth agape and tears streaming down my cheeks. It seemed as time had stood still and suddenly the door was sprung open and in walked Kumar, accompanied by a couple of his close friends. These were the same people who had accompanied Kumar the first time when he had come to see Rashmi and had seen me. He walked upto Bua and embraced Bua and said – Bua sub theek ho jayega, and asked another lady to escort Bua outside. Then he turned and looked all around and asked everybody to clear out except me and Samir. By this time, Samirs father was openly pleading with Kumar for mercy and saying repestedly – Kumar beta, mere izzat ko bachao, tum hi isse bacha sakte ho..’. Kumars friends ushered them out and now there were only me, Samir, Renuka ( as I was holding her hands tightly) and Kumar’s two friends. Kumar had a hardened angry look on his face and was staring intently at both of us. He turned to Samir, who was still quiet and probably shivering in his pants, and said – Samir, your game is over. I can put you in Jail right now alongwith your parents her (pointing to me).

The choice is yours. This marriage with the girl I saw will proceed as planned, else, you will have to bear the consequence. Samir was stunned and seemed to grovel under Kumar’s threat. Suddenly a sob escaped from me and Kumar came near me and wiped the tears from my cheek and lifting my face kissed both the cheeks saying – darling, this eyes are not meant for tears. This is to see the paradise which will be yours for the asking’. I said – ‘mein shaadi shuda hoon’. Kumar mockingly laughed and said – ‘Tumhari shaadi nahi huin hain. Shaadi to ab honewala hai aur suhaag raat to ab manana hai’. Samir pleadingly said that –Kumar, yeh mere biwi hai. Mujhe maaf karo aur jaane do’. Kumar scathingly said- Tujhe kaun maaf karega. Biwi ka dalal. Ad to yeh meri hai aur har din usse mein chodunga aur usse who sab karunga jo mein chahta hoon. You lost her the day you sent her to me. You are stupid and now in a bigger mess than you can think of. Only your action will save you from being jailed with your parents. You bloodywell agree or else… I have no time to waste on people like you’. Saying this he called Bua and other ladies in and asked them to get me ready for marriage. Kumar before leaving walked upto me and said - I have a collection of designer wear for you and wants you decked with that. He turned to Samir and said- I have only pity for your sister Rashmi and since you have sold your so called wife to me, you can keep all the earlier materials I sent for my love here. That is my dowry to you guys. Saying this he walked out. My heart was beating and I was nervous. I could see Samirs dilemma and confusion and all his family members had by then left the scene.Renuka had stood by all this in silence and had been pressing my hand all the time. She whispered to me – Madhu, tu to bahut lucky hai, yeh kumar to bahut handsome and shandaar lag raha hai, kaash mein bhi tere jaise lucky hoti. Aaj raat to tujhe bahut maaza aayega. By this time Bua and other ladies were all around me, decking me in a glod lined zari sari which seemed to be very soft and clinging to my body. The hair dresser had made a big bun of my hair behind and left a couple of streaks of hair sliding in front on either side of my face. There were a couple of heavy gold chains, big broad and different style. My fingers were covered with thin gold chains connected to my wrist and finally there were goldlining in my hair falling on my face. I was staright escorted to the marriage pandal and then the ceremony started. Samirs had tears in his eyes while I was being escorted and he made a last appeal to the Bua but I knew that Kumar meant what he said and I was also afraid that I would be treated as an accomplice and may be jailed. The hall was well decorated and I could see a stage set up where the marriage was to be conducted. The background of the satge was decked with roses (of different colors). The whole hall had a garden look with plants and flowers in abundance. The marriage pandal itself was decorated with fowers and huge teak wood pillars. It was as if the marriage was being solemised in an ashok vatika (remember the name…..).

The moment I was escorted in the whole hall was downed by a wild shouts followed by shehnai vaadan. It was as if a princess was being escorted amongst the masses. I was led to the marriage pandal and the priest started chanting the hymns. I was following the ceremony in a daze and when the time came to exchange rings, I was adorned with a beautiful, magnificent big red ruby. Somebody handed me Kumar’s ring which I put on his finger. Then came the garlands and the flowery garland made of petals spread a perfume around us. After exchanging that, Kumar tied a mangalsutra around my neck. It had black beads and pearls embedded around. Finally we were asked to walk around the sacred fire. Finally the marriage was solemnized and there were shouts around. We were thronged by people and I sometimes wonder on how I went thru’ it without getting lost. Probably renuka’s presence was a big support for me. Kumar seemed to be a very popular person and by the time he could extricate himself, it was around 5.00 P.M. All these time, he was keeping an eye on me and slowly he escorted towards a limousine which was waiting to take me to his house. It was an hours drive to his house and we were alone in the car. I was loaded with jewels and my sari paloo was covering my head and face. He lifted it and asked me whether I was OK. There were still tears in my eyes as here I did not know where my fate was taking me. He embraced me and said – darling, don’t worry. You will have me from on all your life. Why do you think I married you inspite of knowing that you are married. God created only a few people like you ands I am blessed to have you as my wife. Kumar’s words were providing me a soothing effect and I was enjoying his strong arms around me. It was as if I was being led to a cocoon of love and luxury and pleasure. I enquired then that fi he really loved me then why does he not let me go to my husband. Suddenly, he got angry, started at me and then said- you will go when I feel like letting you go, till then you are mine and if you insist then I will fuck you right now and also at home till you agree with me. He fiercely held me and then passionately kissed me. I was just like a limp doll in his hand. Finally, we reached his house and I was led in by the Bua and Renuka.

It was as if I have entered a hotel lobby. The house seemed to look like a mansion. I was led into a room which was huge and was tastefully decorated. In the centre of the room was a round bed which had satin covers and satin pillows strewn around. Bua came near me and said you have to be ready for Kumar now. Since I was perspiring and my current dress was drenched in my perspiration, I hesitated and looked pleadingly at Bua. Bua said – don’t plead. Now you are Kumars wife. You are a slut of his now. If you act smart, kumar will fuck you and then put you, Samir and his family in jail. Slut, now you have no chance to escape. Just listen to what is said and behave else …. Renuka and another lady (kusum) was hearing this. I felt ashamed. Her I was, alone in a different society, a modern rich society whee I felt like an outsider. I was led to the bathroom where Renuka and another lady (who later I learnt was kusum, kumar’s best friend - the cop’s – wife. So kumar was smart, he always had me covered by his friends) started undressing me till I was in my bra and panties. Kusum moved her hand over my body and said – no doubt, kumar fell for this malai. Even I feel like eating her now. I was feeling shy, standing semi naked in their presence and requested them in a quiet voice to leave. By this time Renuka had the tub flowing with warm water and had added a few lotions and pefumes to it which was smelling good. I enetered the tub and lay myself under the water with only my head out, resting against the head stand. I slowily let the water sweep over my body and it was a soothing feeling. Renuka put her hand under the water and removed my panties and while doing so moved her hand over my cunt and gave it a pinch saying – it is only a matter of minutes when this would be filled with the joy of manhood. Kusum laughed and removed my bra. While doing it, she twirled my nipples with her fingers and said- Imagine, what will happen to this pointed cones. Whose mouth would it be in tonight. I was blushing at all the comments. They said we will give you an hour to relax and then come out for dressing up. I rested and closed my eyes. The days happening revolved around my eyes and a sob escaped my mouth. Half my mind wandered on what would be happening presently at Samir’s house and half on the present fortune where I have enetered. I dozed of and finally woke up when Renuka shook me awake. I was feeling refreshed and shy to et up naked but Renuka made me stand and covered me in a big red bath towel. The bathroom was big and marble tiled. I rubbed myself and then was surprised to see the latest light pinkish “Victoria’s lace panties and bras”. It was so soft in touch that it seemed to be slipping away from my fingers. When I wore the panties, it was very smooth and sensual to touch. It was like soft cotton caressing me. The push up tight bra was unique on its own. The softness seemed to arouse me and my nipples had hardened. My boobs seemed to be bigger and the cleavage could be clearily seen more pronounced. The bra seemed to project my boobs forward and the nipples was straining itself at the end.

Renuka noticed the effect and asked – Madhu, are you getting wet there now. Do you want me to call kumar now itself. Probably the poor guy must be counting his minutes and lets not make him wait more’. I blushed again. Yes, I was feeling wet down too. Probably the effect of the panties. I entered the room again and realized that this was a big bedroom. There was Kusum and a couple of other ladies waiting there. I felt shy being only in my panties and bra so I covered myself with the towel. I was made to sit on a stool in front of the mirror while the ladies set to work. There was the liquid foundation which kusum daintily applied with her fingers trying to match it with my skin tone. While applying it she remarked that – Is malai ko foundation ki kya zaroorat hai. Iska chikna badan to malai se kya kam hai. There were peals of laughter and Renuka said – yeh malai ka ras to aaj koi peene wala hai. In the meantime another lady was applying a moisturizer type solution all over my body. It had a yellow color and by the smell I could make out that it had a large dose of sandalwood paste in it. By this time my head was tied in a big bun form and with a streak of hair twirling and falling in front. Kusum bent down and while applying the foundation kissed me on the lips and said- is malai ko kiss karne ka man karta hai. All the other ladies laughed and said – chal saali kusum, is bachi ko to chod(leave) de. Kusum said – yeh malai kahan doodh ki dhooli hai, This slut already is a professional fucker, to kya hua agar mein bhi iska thoda sa ras choom loon. I was blushing and feeling shy hearing all these lewd talks. But what could I do than listening and getting excited. I was made to wear a light color petticoat and then another sari ( a hand made pahadi sariwith intricate design) very soft and like makhmal wrapped around me. The sari was clinging to my body and then came the blouse, which was deep low cut and behind was bare other than a string to hold it. One of the ladies had plumped up the volume of my wink by coating top and bottom eye lashes and making sure that the mascara used added depth and intensity to my looks. To get that smouldering evening look the lady had created a softer look with a colored shadow. For luscious lips, a light pink lip color was used. My ears were adorned with rubies. A ruby pendant was tied around my neck. My mangal sutra was now dangling between the valley of my boobs. A small ruby nathni was attached to my nose a toe ring was inserted on both my toes.

My hands were adorned with gold and diamond bangles and finally when I got up to look at myself in the mirror, I was amazed at my own transformation. I could not believe that I had changed to a modern sexy lady. I was looking very sexy and slutty and just looking at myself I could feel an arousal within me. I was falling in love with myself. The ladies were all around me commenting on my looks, and my slutty appearance. There were catty comments and howls of laughter. That was the time Bua entered and stood transfixed looking at me. She smiled and said – no doubt, Kumar ko tum pasand aai. Mein bhi soch rahi thi ki is raand ko who kyon shaadi karha chatha hai’. Suddenly everybody realized the presence of a man in the room having followed Bua. Bua stepped aside and this was Samir. On seeing Samir. I burst out crying. But bua said – chuupp ho ja slut. Tu or tera mard ko to abhi jail mein hona chahiye tha. Mein hoti to ab thak tum dono ko band kar deti thi. Tujhe jo bolna hai bol le aur nikal yahaan se. So saying she looked at Samir. Samir pleadingly looked at everybody and then fell on Bua’s feet saying, bua ji, mujhe meri mita wapas kar do. Bua stood still. Seeing no reaction from her, he turned pleadingly at all the other ladies, and asked me – Madhumita, chalo, chalet hain. But suddenly Kumar walked in and said -= Samir, ab tak to mein izzat se pesh aaya hoon. Sab madhu ke liye. Agar tum zidd karoge to mein ab police ko bulaaonga. AAj se madhu, meri hai. Saala, jyaada baat ki to madhu ko tumhaare saamne chodoonga aur chodta rahoonga. Ek kaam karo, kal shaam ko milo aur haum yeh baat discuss karenge. Kal hamara reception hai aur phir aana. Saying this he pushed Samir out. Evening there were a few close friends of samir around and I was called to meet them.

As I walked out, I could feel the eyes of all men and women on me. Kumar held me by my waist and took me around. It was strange to be introduced as Kumars wife while only yesterday, I was somebody else’s wife. There was a light music playing and Kumar dragged me to the dance floor. I had never danced before, so I just followed his movement and slowly was being drawn by the music. Finally, I had a few bites and then was led to the bedroom. There were squeals of laughter and giggles as the ladies passed comments. One whispered- aaj to isse bahut mazaa aayega. AAj kumar ka kamal dekhogi. Renuka murmured- kal bataana kisse jyada mazaa aata tha, kumar yah samir se….Kusun had her hands on my bum and was pressing it – bus, yeh malai to humme tadpaa rahi hai…. Everybody laughed and said – malai kyon chahiye, tere paas to barood jaisa mard hai. Kusum laughed and said – saala, who to jaldi phattha hai, mazaa hi nahi aatha. Everybody laughed loudly. Renuka said – Aaj raat to madhu ko kumar sone nahi dega… Kumar to bar bar samay dekh raha tha, shayad madhu ki madhur pyaas bujhane ke liye….I was I was led to the round bed and saw that the bed was covered with rose petals. I sat demurely on the bed and was awaiting the inevitable. Around 10.00 P.M., Kumar walked in. Since I was still having a guilt complex, being with other man than Samir, I pleaded with Kumar to let me go and not to wrong my chastity. He laughed and said – ‘Madhu, tum jaanti ho ki meine tumhe dekha aur shaadi ke liye tayaar hua. Samir ki galti hai ki usne uski biwi ko kisi ke samne pesh liya shadi ke liye. Ab aaj raat ke liye tum meri ho aur jid na karo kyonki koi phaida nahi. Mein tumhe apna banaonga aur tum nahi mani to zabardasti karoonga. I still said – mein kisi ki biwi hoon aur yeh sahi nahi hain. He just laughed and said – tum ab meri biwi ho. Duniya ke saamne meine tumhare maang mein sindoor bara hai. While taklking his hands were caressing my hair. I was looking down and he slowily sidled upto me and said – jaanti ho, jub meine tumhe pahli baar dekha tha, bus us din se issi din ka intezaar tha. Tum bahut sundar ho. Aur aaj to chand si lag rahi ho, I could not hide my smile and frustration. I sadi – chand mein bhi to daag hai.

He smiled and said – bus us daag ki aag mein hi to samaa jaaonga. He caressed my face and started removing the gold and diamond jewellery. I was also feeling heavy with it so did not stop his action. His nearness, the days events and finally the perfumes around were making me hot. Now his hands were on my blouse and the cleavage. He said, - I won’t mind drowning in that deep valleys’. Saying this he put both his hands on my breast and started pressing, kneading and sqeezing it. He was kissing my cleavage and also kissing my face neck, lips, earlids, eyes, throat and neck. His hand movements were slowily loosening my resistance< by this time he had my blouse removed and the bra loosened up. My boobs had popped up and the peach like nipples were erect He gently pinched it and said – tum to chodne ke liya tayaar ho, bus maan jaao. I was delicately trying to push him away, but he was like an horny male now, His movement was fast and by this time his hands were on my thigh, he having raised my sari high up. Finally he pulled the sari and petticoat out and I was lying in front of him totallt naked except for the panty. He pulled that too and smelt it. The panty was wet and he laughed his naughty smile and said = bahar to na na kah rahi ho aur andar se to garam ho. Bahut geeli hai. It is wet and you are ready for a good fuck. I was still trying to push when I felt him getting up. Not feeling him I slowly opened my eyes to see him getting naked and his lund about 7” and thick pointed at me. With fear I closed my eyes. Was that thing going to enter my choot. Just thinking about it I got wet and I found him on top of me, guiding his lund in my choot. I was pushing him away from me but he seemed intent in fucking me. I said – please kumar, I am frightened, I am married, please leave me. He pulled my legs apart and said – jaroor, I will not harm you. I will give you the best fuck in your life. I will fuck your heart out, this fuck will make you forget about going back anywhere. You will remain my slut and my slut only after this fuck. He was slowily entering ihis lund in and taking it out. Everytime he entered he moved more in. I was feeling as if my cunt / choot was being torn in half. It was as if a live rod was tearing through my vagina. The feeling was good and finally when he was full in, it was as if my choot’s gate was totally closed and sealed. Slowily the lund was withdrawing now and the lund skin interaction with my choot walls was giving me an exquisite pain.

My natural lubricant and cum was not sufficient to reduce the friction and the skins touch was causing a heat within. I felt I would burn to cinders. By this time Kumar had started pounding my choot and I was pounding the bed with my hands. Kumar while fucking me was saying – sundari, kya mazaa aa raha hai, kya mast choot hai, mazaa aa raha hai choudne ko. Both my hands were holding on tightly to the sides of the bed at the mattress and the cover. As kumar pounded me, I was being drawn to his rhythm and straining my back I was streteching my neck, moving it to and fro and slowily could feel an amazing feeling within me. By this time kumar raise my legs over his shoulders and was deeply fucking me. It seemed that his lund had penetrated further, reaching deep in my uterus. I was afraid that he will impale me on his lund and if he continued probably his lund thru my choot will come out of my mouth. (LOL). I was pulling at the flowers hanging around and it was falling all over the place. Kumar continued pounding me and the erotic feeling, sensation had reached the crescendo and shouting we both came together. It was a shattering climax and I was feeling a love for Kumar now. Kumar slept beside me and was now caressing my face. I had tears in my eyes (a happy feeling after the sensational fuck) but kumar thought that it was due to the pain I may have had because of his fucking and was passionately kissing me saying – darling, that was a good fuck. You are a witch to provide such enjoyment. Finally I was fucked by a stranger other than Samir and my thoughts were on now who was my real husband. Samir or Kumar.

The more I thought of samirs action, I was feeling a disgust at him having sold me to kumar. Other than my guilt about my marriage, I felt I had only had a good time with kumar. I was feeling sorry for kumar and also I was being drawn to him like a moth. In the meantime, here I was totally lying naked and blushing like a virgin acts and blushes on her first night deflowering. Kumar now slid down on my vagina. His fingers were probing the vagina and suddenly I could feel a pressure on my clits. I felt that it was being engulfed and eaten by a delicate mouth. His was busy playing with my cunt lips with his fingers while his tongue was probing my choot. He seemed to have hit a sensitive spot because as soon as he started sucking there, I felt the greatest of passion building in me. My voice cold be heard miles away and I enjoyed the sensation. I shouted – “ ahhhhhhh……mar gayee mein….kumar…..bassssssss. I was delirious, I could not fathom of what was happening to me….. Kumar looked at me and then came on top of me and said-“madhu darling, tayaar ho jaaoooo, meri aag bhi bhujaoooo. I could feel his lund poised to enter me. I knew I was all wet there and was expecting him to enter any moment. I could feel the passion mounting in me and I wanted kumar to be on top of me. He came on top and I enfolded him with my legs in a vice like grip. He was kissing me and also playing with my breast. I was shouting at the top of my voice and calling out to him to fuck me hard---‘kumar, chodo mujhe…aaahhhhh…kumar kya kar raho….mat rokoooooo…aaahhhhh kumar……and I exploded. I shuddered, arched my back and then fell on the bed. I could feel kumar spurting inside me but I was totally drained out. I lay back while kumar lay beside me looking at me and caressing my face. Suddenly I felt tears welling up in my eyes. He took me in his arms and cajoled me. I expressed my regret at my role in the marriage issue, but he just laughed and said…’ jabse meine tumhe dekha hai, main to bas tumhaara diwaana ho gayaa hoon. Agar tum mujhe nahin milti to mein paagal ho jaata. He kissed my tears and I lay on his shoulders. I was tired by the fucking I received and also my bladder was full. I was getting fidgety and feeling shy to tell kumar about my bathroom reuirement. Finally I blurted out my discomfiture and he laughed and pointed to the bathroom. I went and pissed and cleaned myself. I was surprised to see a beautiful transparent nightgown hanging there. I wore it and walked out. Kumar was sitting on the bed watching my seductive walk intently and the moment I reached the bed, he pulled me on his lap. I lay with my head on his shoulder. I was sitting on his lap naked, when he made me sit near his legs and placed his lund in my hand. It was limp, thick muscle, which seemed to have been drained of energy. It lay limp in my hand. He asked me to masturbate his lund by moving my hands to and fro on it. I had done that with samir before, but it was in darkness and that was much smaller. I started masturbating kumars lund. In the meantime he was playing with my shoulder length hair, kissing it and caressing it. His hand then slid to my breast and stated twisting my nipples.

Already after the fuck before my body parts had become tender but this was again creating a hot wave within me. I could feel the lund growing in my hands and I was amazed at the size of it. Kumar asked me to take it in my mouth. After initial hesitancy, I tried to take it in my mouth. I could not take the whole lund in my mouth. It was growing in size and turning into a huge monster. I sucked it deeply and continued on till my mouth started turning sore. Kumar gently laid back and asked me mount him from above. I sat on him and after much difficulty had all his lund in my choot. Even after the fuck, my choot was still tight for him. I started bouncing on his lund. I felt free and could feel passion again rising in me. I was totally in the act and I could feel Kumars was twitching my nipples and caressing my face. I held his hands on my face and started licking his fingers. I took three of his fingers in my mouth and then felt filled. It was as if my choot and my mouth was totally filled. I could feel that his lund was growing in me and about to shoot. I started building my own climax and suddenly felt his lund spurting his cum within me. It started another orgasm within me. I was loud and shouting wildly. I fell on top of him. He slowly disentangled himself and laid me on my back His fingers started exploring my ass and buttocks. He inserted his fingers in my cunt and with that juices spread it on my anus. I had never been anal fucked before nor anybody had touched my anus before. Suddenly I could feel a finger entering my anus and about three fingers entering my choot. I was satiated, not knowing what to do, here I was enjoying orgasm after orgasms, tired and wanting to sleep. But this kumar seemed to have other ideas in his mind. He continued finger fucking my anus and chooth. After some time he raised me up and I was on my knees with my butt facing him.

I could feel him positioning himself and suddenly in one fluid motion inserted his whole lund in my choot. This time I felt it had gone deeper and I buckled. He held me strongly and started pumping. I had lost count of the orgasms I had and was just enjoying myself. Sex suddenly had a different meaning for me. I was amazed at Kumars stamina. He seemed to be growing stronger and stronger as time flew. I was being fucked royally and my choot was loosened up by the constant pounding. The fingers in my anus was working wonders and I could never imagine that finger fucking the anus was so enjoyable. I was again mouthing words, sounds It must have been after more than 20 minutes that both of us finally reached our orgasm. Tired I lay on his chest and kissed him all over. He had his hands in my hair and I never knew when I went to sleep. Somewhere early morning, I felt a quiver and pleasure in my choot. My body was convulsing with pleasure. I thought I was dreaming and as my hand moved forward to my choot, I felt some fuzzy hair and on opening my eyes, I could see that kumar was sucking my choot. I knew I already had an orgasm but there was still the tingling in my choot. So I pulled him above me and kumar knew that I was ready for fucking. He inserted his hard lund in me. I was kissing his face and caressing it all over. I asked him on when he plans to rest –“ kumar.. kitni baar chodoge, mein thak gayee hoon, tum bhi aaram karo…” Kumar with his mischievous smile on his face said” tujhe to mein chod chod ke maroongs. Kab meri pyaas bhujegi tab tak tujhe chodoonga, bas tu isi tarah khubsurat sa choot mujhe arpan karna…” he was murmuring. I felt deep ties too him and a softness for him. He was pounding me wildly and I was responding in kind. I could feel my orgasm building and I erupted.

The moment he realized he was to come, he took his lund from my choot and sprayed it all on my body. I looked at the drops of white milky puddles on my body and looked at him. He came on top of me and with his body started spreading it on me. Body to body massage continued on and finally both of us fell asleep. Morning, when I awoke, the sun was already up and I saw him sleeping on his side looking at me. I could feel some stickiness on my chest. He pulled me close and kissed me and before he could do anything I suggested I take a bath. He said..’Ok darling…chalo..saath mein lete hai……” I realized that this man would finally make me a slut, a slave… I just told him to sleep and said I would return soon. When finally I went down, I was surprised to see Bua and renuka all there waiting for me. BUa said, - beti, kya kumar ne tumhe sone diya ki nahi’, Renuka had a twinkling in her eyes when she asked – ‘ so how was the night. Next time please don’t shout so loud that all the people woke up and were worried and also shout only once not htroughoiut the night’. I just pushed her and said –‘shut up’, When I asked Renuka on how come she was there.

She looked suddenly serious. She said-‘Madhu, there was one matter I hid from you. Kumar is my brother. I was totally taken aback. Before I could retort, she said, you have to listen to me. Kumar has nobody as his parents had died when he was about 10 years old. Bua was Renuka’s mother who was a very distant relative of Kumar. The only living relative. I knew Renuka was from a lower middle class family like me, so Bua had gone to take care of Kumar from his young age and Renuka was looked after by her father and her grandparents. Bua used to come home for holidays. After Renukas studies, kumar had sponsored her for studying furher in USA. That’s why we had lost touch with each other. While in USA, she was asked by BUA to return immediately as Kumar ‘s marriage was fixed. Bua had sent her my photograph as the girl kumar was supposed to marry and she was surprised to see my photo as she knew I was married. She had immediately returned as she was worried that probably I may have lost my earlier husband. After meeting me she realized the dilemma I was in. Renuka was in a bigger dilemma.

She realized that Kumar was crazily in love with me and did not want him hurt and also she did not want me hurt. That was the reason she spent a lot of time with me to learn my feelings and reactions. She knew my old dreams and also realized that for Samir and family I was just a housewife without my own voice and identity. It was only the previous night to marriage, she had informed BUA and Kumar about the whole story. On hearing it, Kumar wanted to know only one thing whether, I liked him or not and whether I was a party to the scam. On hearing that I was innocent, Kumar was overjoyed and had said that girl like Madhu deserves paradise and I want to offer her that.. He had told Renuka and Bua that I was the girl for him or else he will remain unmarried. Also since Samir’s family wanted to pull up a big scam, he wanted to teach them a lesson. Since Rashmi would be affected, he had arranged gfor all the precious gift for her so that financially she can be well of for her marriage or for her life. Finally renuka shyly said – Dear, you being with Kumar has been my dream. Now I have a good friend and a Bhabhi with whom I can share a better bonding. I was initially angry but as matters unfolded,I realized, probably this was the life I was destined to. Here was a loving caring rich family and a sexually charged man who wanted me to be his lifelong partner. My future seemed bright and I shyly remembered the night. Yes, readers, I was getting wet and now I wanted to fuck Kumar and show him paradise. I returned back to the bedroom with bedcofee for Kumar and found him sleeping naked. I had taken my bath and was wearing a silk gown, My hair was loose and wet and I was looking fresh. I lovingly gazed at Kumar and then kissed his lund. It moved slightly. I took it in my hand and slowly sucked on it. Kumar moved and his lund was hardening. I continued and finally it was hard. Kumar by now was lying on his back and his lund was standing erect like a flagpole. I raised my gown and lowered myself on his lund.

It was a good feeling to feel the choot and lund skin rub each other. By now Kumar was wide awake and looking at my arousal state. He pulled me onto him and removed my gown. MY naked body was squeezing his chest and we both embraced each other passionately, kissing each other and looking forward to a wonderful life ahead. The same afternoon Kumar brought me the divorce papers to be signed for divorcing Samir. Kumar was apologetic for having taken me by force the previous night but he said he was and still is crazy about me and now I had a choice whether I wanted to return to Samir or stay with him. His argument was that if I had Samir in my mind, then his life with me would not be that enjoyable. I immediately signed the papers and I think Kumar has taken care of that. Yes, Samir did try to reach me on phone but I told him categorically that I was not interested in spending my future with him. We left for our honeymoon the next day and stayed in Darjeeling, srinagar, Nepal, kovalam and the backwaters of Kerala for a month. It was paradise all along and all our fucking session can be explained in my next story. My marriage with Kumar was registered recently and now I have a passport made. Shortly, kumar and myself are planning a foreign tour. It would be business cum pleasure probably pleasure more. One of kumar’s fantasy is to join the mile high club.

That is fuck me in an flying airplane. Thinking about it I am aroused and am planning my ward5robe for travel accordingly. I could contact my parents only after a month and they reacted angrily and for a month I did not hear from them. But Kumar insisted and we personally visited them. Initially, my father did not talk to us but when he heard the whole story, he was embarrassed for his earlier actions and impulsive behaviour. It seems Kumars family had told him a different story and he had believed them. Kumar is a good conversionalist and it was only a matter of time before he had them eating out of his hands. My mother and father are surprised at the wealth and life I have inherited from Kumar and now a days they are proud of Kumar and me. Finally, I have learnt driving and also I have become Kumars business partner. LIFE DID CHANGE FOR ME ISN’T IT. Authors are requested to write stories on Madhumita Pal (Reema).Can any Muslim writer write story on me where a hindu house wife will be abducted,converted to muslim(Given a Muslim Name)& THEN FINALLY FORCED TO GET MARRIED A MUSLIM BOY.WRITE WITH ALL DETAIL LIKE CONVERSION RITUALS, FORCED BRIDAL MAKEOVER(A YOUNG MUSLIM FORCE ME TO SIT BEFORE A MIRROR AND DRESS ME LIKE A DULHAN)I HOPE ON FIRST NIGHT MY MUSLIM HUSBAND WILL FUCK ME SO HARD THAT I WILL SCREAM LIKE NEVER BEFORE.