My Life as a Cucold's Wife

We had loads of fun during the course of celebration of our marriage which was the reassuring formalisation of the bond of our love. It had initially looked like a formality but the sense of belonging that automatically developed upon the solemnisation of our relationship was indeed invaluable.

Once the wedding festivities were over, it felt wonderful to get back, to where I belonged now.

Shantanu extended a very warm welcome back, in my absence he had done many upgrades in the house, which didn't anymore looked like a bachelor's pad and had been beautifully and elegantly decorated.

Home sweet home!

Shantanu and I were now a family and therefore I didn't anymore feel like a guest or burden. Shantanu spared no effort, in making me feel at home and equal.

To anyone else it would appear that Shantanu was burdening me with the responsibilities and chores on the very first day of my being a new bride, but I knew that it was his way of creating that sense of belonging, which I very much needed. He wanted me to 'own' him and the house as his wife and equal owner, so that I don't feel obliged anymore and live righteously in the house, which we wanted to turn into our home.

Marriage had been a very expensive and lavish affair and entire money had been spent by Shantanu, I therefore had no expectations of any more luxuries.

Shantanu surprised me by telling me in the evening that next day, early in the morning, we were to leave for our honeymoon, "Sweetie, I wanted to surprise you, but if I tell you any later, it may turn into a shock, so let me tell you that we are leaving for our honeymoon, tomorrow early in the morning!"

Though a pleasant one, but it already was a shock for me because, in as much as I wanted something like this, I was completely unprepared for going on our honeymoon. I had no inkling that Shantanu had any such plans, he had seemed disinterested, when Sandhya had once teasingly asked him about our plans, over the phone, while I was staying with her. Further as I was to know later, the bookings for our honeymoon had been made much before Sandhya asking about it.

I only had a few hours left to prepare for our surprise honeymoon, which also was to be at a surprise destination. I was clueless about where we were going, and Shantanu was just not prepared to divulge, upon asking he just requested me to trust him.

Shantanu was acting like a 'Know-All' guy but I knew that he didn't at all understand girly requirements, it was to be a once in a lifetime special occasion for us, and I would have preferred to look my best, but unfortunately I was deliberately being kept in dark. I at least needed to know whether I would be requiring bikinis or sweaters for our honeymoon.

I was perplexed as to how do I prepare and pack for the honeymoon, if I am not even aware as to where we were going. Shantanu had a single answer to all my questions, which was 'Sex'! The answer seemed most appropriate because we were both sex-starved, after having stayed apart for more than fifteen days, whereas we had been indulging in sex at least twice daily, prior to that imposed ceremonial separation, forced upon us by our friends Vivek and Sandhya.

I was highly inquisitive about the place of our honeymoon, because it wasn't just honeymoon but also an outing for me. I desperately needed a get away because a holiday was also a luxury that I hadn't enjoyed for past many years. It had all been about survival and not fun, until Shantanu stepped into my life, first as my employer, then as a boyfriend for a short duration and eventually became my loving husband.

I was super excited about going out and having maximum fun with freedom, "Shantanu dear, I do like surprises but this one is killing me, please tell me, where are you taking me for our honeymoon?"

"Trust me sweetheart, you will like the place!" Shantanu replied evasively with a smile as he pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips.

I just melted in Shantanu's arms as his hands went inside my loose shirt and unhooked my bra. Shantanu pulled my shirt up and off my body before proceeding to slide the straps of my already loosened bra, off my arms, I stood exposed and excited as he took away my bra and placed his hands on my now naked boobs, while continuing to kiss me deeply. I cooperated completely because I now wanted to belong to Shantanu, and I wanted him to feel it.

Just as Shantanu withdrew his tongue from my mouth after a deep kiss and I in turn tried to push my tongue into his mouth, Shantanu disengaged his lips from mine and his lips and tongue sucked and licked my face all over. Shantanu hands were continuing to excite me by playing with my boobs and nipples. He was fully aware of the effect of his actions on me because my otherwise smooth skin had become rough because of my goosebumps.

This was the first time that Shantanu was sexually touching me as my husband, and I wanted us to live every moment of this first intimacy of our married life. Shantanu was super excited and I could feel his fully erect cock, knocking at the door of my salivating pussy, through our clothes. When I tried to hold Shantanu's erection, he stopped me from touching him.

It was apparent that he wanted to focus solely on my enjoyment at this time and himself wanted to take a backseat. Shantanu's lips traveled down my neck and eventually locked around my engorged nipple.

"Ohhhhhhh Shantanu baby, I love you......... sweetheart, ohhhhhhh....... That feels sooooooooooo good hubby!!!!!" I grunted in an erotic voice.

The suction of Shantanu's lips intensified further due to my uncontrolled and involuntary utterances, they were more than he wanted. Shantanu lightly bit my nipple, to give me an experience of pleasure blended with sweet pain.

I couldn't remain silent despite wanting to, not to show my own need for sex so brazenly, "Aahhhhhhhhhhh .............. ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuck baby, that's soooooo good honey! Love me baby!!!!!"

Shantanu's precious love induced lust was exciting me beyond imagination and despite there hardly being any time for me to pack, let alone from new shopping but even out of whatever I had, I kept my concerns aside and immersed myself in the ocean of our passionate love.

I would have loved to go shopping for my honeymoon. It would have been nice if I could have bought some nice and sexy outfits and more importantly some sexy lingerie, so that I could present myself to husband Shantanu in my seductive avatar to excite him, the way I wanted to. That wasn't an option now, I remained romantic on the surface but inside I was feeling irritated because I didn't have suitable clothes for my honeymoon. However I thought that I will have to make-do with whatever I have, and now there was no point in stressing over an impossibility.

It's not that Shantanu didn't share my concerns but he had some surprises in store for me and without actually intending to do so, he was testing my faith in him, in multiple ways.

Without concerning myself with Shantanu's concerns of testing me, I was living the initial erotic moments of my married life, to create cherished memories, as these invaluable moments would never return.

We weren't about to fuck for the first time but the accompanying emotions on this occasion were different and priceless, we were exhausted and yet excited to experience sex in all its glory. We were for the first time indulging rightfully without any guilt or concerns for morality. We were now husband-wife and had the licence to make-love.

Shantanu stood up and disengaging his lips from my needy nipples, went behind me. I was watching us both in the full length mirror as Shantanu held both my boobs in his hands, while standing behind me. He kissed the nape of my neck while his fingers pinched my nipples, making me cry with pleasure, "Oooohhhhhhh Shantanu, what are you doing?" and without waiting for his answer I sighed, "It's making me crazy!!!!!"

My words seemingly intended to stop Shantanu from his actions but rather instigated him to do more and better. Shantanu's hands momentarily left my breasts and released the hook that was holding my skirt in place. Next moment I stood only wearing my panty. The pink of the panty had become many shades darker at its gusset because of the absorption of my cunt juices into its material.

I was momentarily embarrassed as my state of horniness was clearly evident in my reflection in the mirror, moreover the exposition of my need for sex as evidenced by the wetness of my panty's gusset was making me more nude than nude in front of my fully clothed partner. Earlier I would have been bothered by such nudity, even in front of boyfriend Shantanu, but with husband Shantanu, now was the time to enjoy & celebrate the shamelessness which signified our bond of love.

Shantanu gently pushed me face-down onto our bed, he then sat on my back with his legs across my waist and started massaging my back, it was extremely soothing and relaxing for my back which was paining, "Ohhhhhhhh sweetheart, that feels sooooo gooood!!!!!! Baby but don't do this if you wanna make love because I won't be good to fuck after this!!!!! I am not lying, I am surely going to fall asleep, if you don't stop!!"

"We are together, forever now my sweet baby!!!! We can fuck or do whatever we want, whenever we want!!!! I am in no hurry to fuck you, I can wait for as long as it takes!!! Just enjoy honey!!!!" Shantanu surely wanted moments of intimacy between us but was in no hurry to fuck me. We now belonged to each other and he probably wanted to take it slow.

I was feeling drowsy and on the verge of sleeping but the word 'Honey' gave me a jolt and reminded me that I was totally unprepared for the honeymoon, for which we had to leave in few hours, "Fuck, baby......... your honey hasn't packed even an underwear for the honeymoon!! Please don't make me sleep, just finish what you have started and then let me get ready!!!!"

Shantanu didn't relent, and contrary to stopping he rather bent down and started kissing and licking my back to arouse me further. The sensation and tickling was much more than I could take. My pussy needed some attention from its partner cock now. I was so horny and aroused that I felt ready to beg to be fucked.

Shantanu was lovingly exercising his right on me and I too decided to assert my right on him. Shantanu's cock was rubbing against my back and I extended my hand to fondle and caress it, but unfortunately that turned out to be too much for him, because just as my hand got into Shantanu's shorts and took hold of his erection, Shantanu exploded and my hand was drenched in his cum.

Our first lovemaking session after marriage was thus cut short because Shantanu became super excited and suffered premature ejaculation. Shantanu was extremely embarrassed and sought my forgiveness, "Jyoti, please forgive me, you know that I can do better, but today I became too excited and because of tiredness, couldn't control myself."

"Shantanu, why are you even explaining? I know everything and the intimacy that we just enjoyed as life-partners is priceless for me. It can't be about fucking and sex all the time. I enjoyed the love that we shared as life-partners immensely and couldn't have asked for more at this time."

"Promise me honestly that you are not annoyed or disappointed?" Shantanu asked with deep embarrassment.

"Are you mad? You are everything to me, now more than ever. You are my best friend, my husband and my whole world, I won't judge you ever on the basis of your performance in the bed! Sex is indeed an important part of the marriage but marriage is not just about sex" I conveyed my genuine feelings which gave Shantanu the assurance that he was looking for.

"Thanks, sweetheart for being so understanding!" Shantanu expressed his gratitude for my graceful behaviour.

"Don't worry and don't you ever worry, I love you with all my heart. Now if we have to catch our flight, I need to pack my things!" The thought which had been uppermost on my mind prior to our romantic but unsuccessful sexual encounter, returned back.

Shantanu held my arm to stop me from going to my old ground floor room, as he smiled in a reassuring manner and said in a naughty tone, "Jyoti, you don't need to pack anything, why do you need clothes on honeymoon??!!!!"

"Don't be funny, husband! We will certainly require some clothes, at least, we can't be fucking or even nude all the time!!" I replied in an equally funny manner.

Shantanu finally opened up his cards and pointing to a suitcase said, "My doll, everything you would require is already packed, you don't need to worry about anything!"

I was astonished because the keys to my cupboard had been with me all the time, while I was staying with Sandhya, and therefore wondered as to how had Shantanu managed to take my clothes out? Taking my clothes off was alright, but taking my clothes out........ seemed intrusive. However, I couldn't question because that would have been outright rude and presumptuous.

I tried to open the suitcase to see what all had been packed for me but it was locked!! I looked in Shantanu's direction but he just smiled.

"Where's the key?" I asked hiding my irritation.

"This suitcase would open by itself when we reach there!!!" Shantanu teased me by continuing to talk in riddles.

"In the first place, where is this 'there' and what's inside the suitcase?" I tried to ask as plainly as possible because I didn't want to show my emotions and anxiety, but frankly speaking, It was too much of suspense for a girl who was already too nervous about the first flight that she was about to take in life, with the cherry on the top being that she didn't know, where she was going, and what was she taking along!! FUCK!!

"Trust me baby, I love you and won't let you down!" Shantanu had the last word, leaving no scope for any argument because what he had said, I believed it to be absolutely true, he undoubtedly loved me with all his heart, for sure!

I just took the leap of faith, and keeping my concerns aside, did as expected by dear husband and dozed off, for the night.

We had to leave early morning and I left home with a lot of anxious butterflies in my stomach. To add to it strangely enough I, at my dear husband's insistence was travelling wearing a short skirt without a panty underneath, that day.

I had a horrid time during the security check at the airport and I am sure that the lady security officer understood that I was without a panty. Her expressions changed from very serious to naughty before clearing me for the flight.

Shantanu gave me the window seat, and held my hand throughout because he was well aware that this was my first flight. He was a seasoned traveler and to divert my attention he kept on poking his fingers into my boobs, while holding my arm.

I was terrified when the aircraft experienced turbulence, and it was at this time that Shantanu scaled up his sexual antics as his hand traveled into my skirt and finger lodged inside my slimy cunt. He gave me a bigger excitement to divert my attention by arousing me with his hands under the cover of the small blankets which were given to protect us. The blanket protected us from the public glare but didn't provide the protection that I didn't need.

Shantanu inserted his finger right inside my pussy, and finger fucked me for the remaining duration, the pleasure was agonising, I didn't want anybody to know of our actions but was myself dancing to the tune of sex, while sitting on my seat. Shantanu was absolutely discreet in his actions but was making it sure that I don't remain still. The stimulus that his pistioning finger was providing, was impossible to ignore.

The pleasure emanating from my pussy was making it impossible for me to maintain my composure, and the risk of discovery made it all the more excitingly difficult for me to remain calm and still. I literally had to keep my head down to hide my contorted expressions and I was relieved when I finally orgasmed on Shantanu's fingers, as that stopped him from going further.

In the heat of those sexy moments, I didn't even realise that I had bitten my own lips. Further my pussy in its state of arousal and the consequent orgasm, had created a mess, thankfully I had an overcoat to cover myself as otherwise the wetness that had leaked into my skirt and had created a big and round spot would have been visible to one and all. It was like I had leaked a few drops of my pee into my skirt. The idea of exhibitionist sex had never crossed my mind ever, but our sudden indulgence in it was a more than thrilling experience.

The knowing smiles that we received from the air-hostesses provided the testimony that our actions had not gone unnoticed, but I had no complaints because I was rather feeling proud of us for enjoying so openly.

I should feel ashamed to say it but the probing and prodding of my cunt and clit during the flight had made me hungry for more such public sex. To be so open sexually was very liberating and for some reason I enjoyed the freedom that exhibitionism provided. What we had indulged in, wasn't open exhibitionist sex but the risk associated with the possibility of our actions being noticed by others had provided me a definite kick and thrill.

My attention was however diverted when even before landing I came across the mesmerising natural beauty of Manali. The mesmerising views literally took my breath away. The scenic beauty absorbed me into itself and completely shifted my focus, from sex to nature.

It was going to be a long ride from the airport to our hotel and while I wanted to concentrate on the nature, Shantanu's focus was on me and his naughty ways.

Shantanu was a seasoned traveler who had seen much more of the world, than me. While I was fascinated with the majestic mountains and had a balanced approach towards both tourism and our honeymoon, Shantanu had a different approach.

Whereas I wanted it to be a perfect blend of sexual intimacy and exploration of nature, Shantanu had a single point agenda, and 'SEX!!!!' Sex was the only thing on his mind. If it was upto him, we would have spent the entire time in our honeymoon suite in nudity.

Shantanu was so proud and fascinated with my beauty that he wanted to hide me from everyone, but quite in contradiction to his own desire, he also wanted to show off my beauty and make people jealous.

The voyeuristic manipulation of my cunt during the flight was a step in that direction. Our actions had not gone totally unnoticed, and everyone in the know of the matter had enjoyed some free erotic delights, that we had provided.

Our taxi driver seemed to be a nice guy on the very first look. He and Shantanu had an instant chemistry and the knowing smiles that they exchanged immediately upon meeting had some deep meaning which my innocence couldn't understand. Shantanu gave him a big fat tip, even before we sat in his cab, which I later understood, was to be an inconvenience or indifference charge, though actually it should have been considered a reverse entertainment tax, in terms of the adult entertainment that we were about to provide to the cabbie.

Shantanu's antics which I had thought were over, were to continue in a different and more glaring avatar now. Shantanu had indulged in a 'pussy play' almost throughout the flight, and I had been the cooperative recipient of the pleasure during that show. Now Shantanu wanted me to seek and beg my pleasure shamelessly.

Shantanu wanted to utilise the time of our travel from the airport to our hotel to achieve his goal, in a manner similar to the sexual naughtiness that he had shown during our flight. However he had a variation in mind to break the monotony of our indulgence. Shantanu wanted to make most of our more than an hour long taxi ride to our hotel in Manali from Kullu Airport. Once he gazed that the taxi driver wouldn't be an obstacle, he went on to execute his plan.