My Life As A Cuckolds Wife Ch 01

You never know, what surprises and changes, that life holds for you in the future. I was brought up as a complete puritan and had very middle-class dreams. In my values driven family I was conditioned to believe and taught that premarital sex is taboo! What I didn't know then, was that in future, probably nothing would be taboo!!

Today I wonder, how my life transformed so much over the years. After tasting and loving the different flavours of the forbidden fruit, at times I regret the late start of my real sex-life. How I wish that the perversities and depravities, that enjoyably became part of my everyday sex-life, at the behest of none other than my cuckold husband Shantanu, had started earlier.

I love my life and the lovely people who have given me so much sexual pleasure and freedom, without losing respect for me. It's been an immersive experience and the walk away from customs, traditions and boundaries has been extremely satisfying and liberating.

It's my misfortune that I took such a long time to understand that, 'Sex' is not dirty, it is lovely because it's part of loving and accepting someone as 'Special'. Sex for me has been such an ocean, that the deeper I dived into it, the easier I could breathe.

It's been so beautiful that I want to capture every moment and memory that I have lived in as much detail as possible. With this series I want to recreate and re-live my journey.

Well, let me just begin from the beginning!

In this story I am Jyoti, though that's not my real name but as the situation demands, I cannot take the risk of anyone identifying me with it, I have, therefore changed the names of people and places. The names used in my story are fictitious, as I need to conceal and protect the identity of people involved.

I was then 18 years old and living with my father. My life was extremely difficult and we were in a bad situation because my mother's illness prior to her eventually passing away, had financially devastated us already.

We had to kill our materialistic wishes, if any, on a daily basis. I had to learn to take care of the house and assume other responsibilities at that early age.

The stress level in our lives was so high that the thoughts of sex didn't even cross my mind at that time. I wasn't ignorant about sex but completely lacked the atmosphere and environment required for those erotic thoughts and their play in actual life.

Most of my classmates had already stepped into 'adulthood' and were all indulging, enjoying & even openly discussing their sex-life, whereas I was focused on managing our scattered lives.

My friends were happy to share spicy details of their sexual exploits but I didn't feel envious or jealous of them, because I managed to justify my position by thinking that I was standing on a high moral ground and wanted to save myself for the right man.

Our world turned upside down when my dad was suddenly diagnosed with cancer. The surgery and the treatment afterwards was very painful and long drawn. The purposeless treatment also completely broke and finished us financially.

When dad passed away I was just one week away from my 19th birthday, I didn't have any assurance, even of a shelter because, I practically had no money to pay even the rent and didn't know what to do with my life going forward.

I had to drop out of my studies and started looking for a job. I knew that with my qualifications, it was going to be extremely difficult to find a respectable job but then one of my teachers who was very kind and knew about my situation and capabilities, thankfully suggested that I go and meet one of his ex-students.

That's when and how I met Shantanu, he was then 24 years old and running a start-up, he was known for his brilliance and sharp business acumen. I was scared to face him and was almost sure that going for meeting him would be a waste of time because there wasn't even a remote possibility that he would accept me.

However contrary to my expectations he was very kind and nice, he probably had been told about my situation beforehand and therefore didn't ask me much in the interview.

Shantanu just told me that it was a very fluid situation in their business and there weren't any predefined roles, so I too would have to help the team with whenever I can, as there were very few people and lots to do.

The team had far more qualified and polished people and I wondered, if and how I could fit into the place. I had no choice at that moment but to accept whatever was offered to me. I was mentally prepared to do the 'donkey's work'.

Everyone in the team loved Shantanu, especially the girls and I couldn't be an exception in this regard. Very soon I also found myself to be attracted to him, however I also realistically knew that I had no chance with him because there were other girls who with their expensive and sexy appearance looked far more impressive.

I on the other hand didn't have enough money, even for my survival. The salary offered to me was just sufficient for me to pay rent of the room that I had moved into and yet, having no choice, I took the job, not knowing as to how would I manage my other requirements.

In the initial days, not just others, but even I myself also felt as if I had been obliged and shown pity upon, or may be it was my beauty that got me the job, people in-fact doubted Shantanu's intentions for employing me.

I didn't have the requisite educational background but didn't lack common sense and that helped me immensely and as the days progressed, with the display of my competence and out-of-box thinking, I gained acceptance and eventually even some respect from the team.

Shantanu was very happy because I had not let him down. I too felt proud when other colleagues gave up their discriminatory approach and not only started treating me as an equal but on occasions even sought my advice. I had arrived and now, also had a seat at the table!!

Workload increased but not my income, I was living on a shoe-string budget, avoiding all unnecessary expenses and wherever possible even some necessary ones too, but there were some things that one couldn't avoid completely.

Things reached a point where I even saw myself as a whore in my nightmarish dreams. The cash crunch was sort of killing me and it appeared that my only option was to encash the only asset that I had, my body.

I was still a virgin and had always treated my body like a temple, but the only advantageous part of that based on my filmy plans, was that I as a whore, would get a higher price for being a virgin.

A helpless stupid that I had become, was also wondering about the amount that I could ask from my prospective customer who I would whore myself to, for taking my virginity.

I was so convinced of my future profession as a whore that, today when I think about that time, I am myself astonished. I also find it funny because I had started practising being a whore, whenever alone, I used to walk and talk like a whore in front of the mirror. My mind had stated thinking of means and ways of pleasuring my prospective clients with my body and shamelessly asking them for money in return.

I don't know what I was I thinking but my visualisation was working overtime at being an impressive whore, probably even in that situation I was following the philosophy that, whatever I may do, but I had to give it my best.

Four letter words, had never been part of my vocabulary and dirty talk, never my style, but I even started learning & practising all four letter and other sex related words like fuck, suck, cunt, cock, prick, dick, slut, ass, asshole, cum jizz, & whore etc.

Well, destiny, circumstances and people play a very important role in shaping our lives and it's precisely because of these that I could avert the grim situation which was pushing me in the direction of using my body for improper means.

I have always considered myself to be a fighter and I wasn't about to give up but while I prepared myself for this steep downgrade in life, I also was deeply disturbed and disappointed. I was hoping for the best but also preparing myself for the worst.

I had some serious limitations and hang-ups about sex, and knew them well. Oral-sex for me was a complete 'No', I found even the thought of it offensive and repulsive. I knew that I would fail in the oldest profession if I couldn't overcome of my hatred of fellatio. One night I visualised giving blowjob and just imagining myself in the act, caused me to throw-up big time.

This wasn't something I wanted for myself and while I was feeling awful and extremely ashamed of myself, but I also saw no hope of aversion of this situation and therefore planned to do my best in the worst situation of my life.

I was cutting corners, wherever possible, but food and some other basic requirements were unavoidable and therefore as expected I was falling back on my rent payment and my landlord had rightfully started demanding his rent from me on a daily basis.

I was in a bad place with little or no options. I even seemed to be hallucinating at times, fearing the worst.

I had no solution for my financial problems and consequently the tent for the room that I was staying in was overdue for three months already. I neither had the money nor the hope of arranging the amount to pay to the landlord. I also had no place where I could seek shelter and therefore needed my landlord's mercy, at any cost whatsoever, to avoid nomadic lifestyle.

I had been through very bad phases in life, but this was proving to be the worst of them, never had I ever felt as insecure as I was feeling at this time, I couldn't have gone and stayed on the pavement.

I had no choice, but to beg and convince my landlord Narendra Ji to give me some more time to pay him the money, that I owed him. I wanted to seek this concession without knowing as to what my options were for making that payment, because it was unlikely that my Income would go up substantially, in the near future. All in all I had no back up plan, to work with.

Survival was becoming difficult, and I knew that now I had to beg, borrow or steal in order to sustain myself.

When Narendra, my landlord called me, to demand his money, I requested him for a meeting between us. I needed his mercy, irrespective of the cost of such mercy, and therefore mentally prepared myself to seduce him and do whatever he may require me to do. He was old, all right but wasn't bad looking, and I thought that it would be better to offer myself sexually to him, rather than whoring myself to everyone and anyone.

As I prepared to make the biggest compromise of my life, I dressed in my sexiest attire for my meeting with the flat-owner Narendra, after understanding that 'sex' could be the solution to my problems and deciding to embrace that solution for my sustenance.

As I rang the bell, a young girl in a completely disheveled state, opened the door almost after two minutes. Her hair was messy and her lipstick, was very prominent and absolutely smudged, for a moment I wondered,"Who wears lipstick at home?"

When I looked downward, her clothes told me the remaining story. She was in complete disarray as also in incomplete attire, her sari was missing on top of her petticoat and I could clearly see her red panty peeping at me, through the slit in the petticoat. There also was no bra under her translucent and tight blouse, to protect her, voluptuous breast and dark nipples from being displayed. The shape of her erect nipples was prominently visible in their engorged state.

Her condition made it abundantly clear that she had come to the door to receive me, leaving her lover midway their session of fucking. Chanda undoubtedly looked agitated at being forced to receive me in this condition.

She didn't hide her displeasure at seeing me, which was clearly evident as she looked absolutely irritated as the indications were clear that my arrival had caused interruption in her enjoying the moments of sexual intimacy and bliss that she had apparently come out of.

But this girl, as I knew her was my landlord's house maid. My landlord, Narendra and this Twenty-something girl, Chanda were the only occupants of this house.

So was she enjoying with her lover behind her master's back or was my landlord himself the guy fucking her?

The maid, Chanda asked me in an irritated and confrontational tone, "What do you want!?"

It was apparent that either she didn't know or was pretending ignorance about my prior appointment with her master Narendra Ji, who was the owner of the flat that I stayed in.

"I have come to meet Narendra Ji," I replied, ignoring her disrespectful behaviour and suggestive appearance.

It was evident that I had inconvenienced her fuck-fest with her lover, with my unexpected entry and therefore she couldn't welcome me. Had it been upto her, she would have just sent me away and continued enjoying her sexual romp, but to her misfortune it wasn't a choice that she could make herself.

Chanda was undoubtedly looking extremely sex-appealing as well as sex-starved. I was feeling sorry for her because it appeared that she had done a lot of preparation for the lovemaking session which I had interrupted.

Chanda must have initially applied some nice make up which had debased due to her sexual entanglement with her lover. Her blouse also appeared to have been hurriedly put back on, as I could clearly see her dark and engorged nipples through the thin and translucent fabric of her blouse, which hadn't been buttoned up in proper holes. She also didn't get a chance to put her bra back on before coming to receive me.

Having no option, she reluctantly allowed me to get in and in an angry voice told me, "Sahib will take some time to come, you may have to wait for some time!"

I wondered as to what was this wait about? Would he first finish his incomplete business with Chanda, before meeting me? These were stupid thoughts, and yet they crossed my mind.

However moments later, I realised that my thoughts weren't actually as stupid as I had thought them to be.

It was apparent that Chanda and Narendra were in a sexual relationship and were fucking at the time of my arrival. Chanda had an undeniable raw sex-appeal, which would drive anyone crazy, if they saw her in her presently inviting condition. It became very unsettling for me the moment I realised that Chanda was my direct competition and an obstruction in my seduction plan.

Chanda authoritatively pointed to a particular sofa for me to sit, being a needy guest, I sat as instructed by the young maid, after all, she was the landlord's maid and not mine.

If the evidence of Chanda and Narendra's ongoing sex wasn't sufficient, she herself announced it to me, as if to challenge and provoke me, "Just wait here! Sahib is busy with me and will meet you after we finish!!"

Chanda went inside and told Narendra Ji, in an irritated yet naughty and loud tone, "That tenant girl, Jyoti has come to meet you, and I have told her to wait, so you can finish your work!"

Just as I settled in my place and looked in her direction, I was in for the shock of my life! Fuck........ yes, FUCK!

Leaving me to wait, Chanda had gone back inside the bedroom, presumably to inform Narendra ji, but the moment she opened the door, from my position I couldn't avoid seeing the mirror wherein I could clearly see Narendra lying stark naked on the bed, as he shamelessly played with his dark & erect cock, which was pointing towards the ceiling.

Chanda had gone inside the room, presumably to inform Narendra Ji about my arrival, and she had told me that I would have to wait there for a long time. What she hadn't told me was that, it was her intent to keep him inside the room, so that she could keep his cock inside her hungry pussy, for as long as it would stay there!

In her eagerness to satiate her horniness Chanda rushed back towards Narendra and probably in a deliberate move, left the bedroom door open to allow me to see them fucking.

Narendra probably wanted me to see only as much as I had already seen and appeared to be wanting to tell Chanda to close the door behind her but then he suddenly re-strategised and realised that it would suit his purpose if I saw more.

Chanda's stared discarding her clothes as she walked towards Narendra as her mind was on regaining her nudity to complete their unfinished sex. Her dark and shining nipples that looked like two bullets, jetted from her rounded and now naked breast, as by now she had unbuttoned her improperly buttoned blouse and her well rounded and sexy melons stood exposed in all their glory.

I was unable to interpret the actions of these two lovers, or should I call them sex-partners because it was quite clear that the sex between them wasn't just for their own pleasure. Though for different reasons, but both Narendra and Chanda wanted me to see them fucking.

They were clearly performing for me because everything that they were doing had been designed in such a way that it would gain my attention, whether it was the position of the mirror in the bedroom or Chanda and Narendra's position on the bed, and even the position of the sofa that I sat on, had been synchronised in such a manner that I couldn't avoid looking at all that, and if that was not sufficient, the loud sexual grunts and noises that these two fuck-birds were making were loud and clear.

I couldn't understand Narendra's reason for fucking his maid minutes before the time when he was expecting me at his place in accordance with our prior appointment.

Was it Chanda who had initiated the sex as she was feeling insecure, knowing that I owed Narendra, and may offer him sex in lieu of rent or was it Narendra, who wanted to give me ideas and show his willingness for sex with me?

All this made me shaky and unsettled because I had made a proper appointment for the meeting with my landlord, Narendra Ji, then why was I witnessing this obscene coupling with his young maid? Was all this, stage-managed for me to see?

Without showing any care or concern about my presence or keeping his voice low, Narendra ji lovingly scolded Chanda in a funny but appreciative tone, "Chanda, have some shame!! you have become a very horny and cock-crazy girl!"

"What if I am a horny or cock-crazy girl? You only have made me crazy for your cock!! Why can't she wait for five-ten minutes." Chanda shamelessly displayed her sexual hunger and sought its satiation.

"We are both here and can finish later. Let her go first!" Narendra Ji reasoned with her, without expecting her to understand. As I later understood, he was actually provoking her to react and create a scene in front of me. Further, his invitational words were intended more for my ears than Chanda's"

"Sahib, from next time don't start anything that you don't finish!" Chanda openly exhibited the sway that she had on her master, who was crazy for her cunt.

"Chanda my life, I will fuck you in a relaxed manner, you will also enjoy it more, just give me a few minutes!" Narendra announced in a voice, again loud enough to be heard by me. Their most private talk was happening in my presence, in a deliberate move.

I wanted to both, look away and close my ears, as I was clearly intruding into their privacy but just couldn't do that, the unprecedented erotica was piping hot and definitely had some implications for me, this performance wasn't without purpose!

I was sort of astonished with the tone and pitch of the conversation between the two of them, neither Narendra Ji nor Chanda was concerned about me knowing their secret, especially Narendra ji, who by design, seemed to want me to know that he was fucking his young maid who was hungry and crazy for his cock.

He was displaying and advertising his sexual prowess to me, using his maid Chanda as a medium for that vulgar exhibition.