I Accepted My Husband's Girlfriend As My Co-Wife
https://other.literotica.com/s/pati-ke-ex-girl-friend-meri-soutan
is the link to the original erotica in Hindi by manasihotta which I have translated into English.
Translator's notes:
The original author retains the copyright. My effort is more complementary and supplementary. A little liberty has been taken to add some extra bits, to make the story a little elaborate and to add in certain additional descriptive hooks and additional characters introduced to pave the way for extensions to the story line. Manasi's original thread is retained, but elaborated.
For those readers who are new to Indian Hindu marital traditions, a married lady wears vermillion powder,
Sindhoor
, reddish in color, in the parting of her hair, which is combed to either side. Some ladies, who do not part their hair, place a symbolic dot of vermillion at the middle of the hairline. The first night that husband and wife spend together is called "
Suhaag Raat
", and has been translated as the "
Conjugal Night"
.
In the original story, Gita is Rahul's cousin born to his mother's sister, addressed as
mausi
, and in Indian relationships, such a cousin is like a sibling sister, to which marriage or sexual contact is incestous. Sunil's confession that he had secretly married Gita is something that generally does not happen.
However in certain communities, marriage with a cousin, born to one's mother's brother or father's sister, is permitted, socially and legally. I don't know whether Manasi really wanted incest. Because of the original author's context, Gita's refers to Manasi as
Bhabi
, which is a respectful term used to address the wife of one's older brother.
I have therefore changed Gita's original reference to be the permitted relation between cousins. So in the revised context, Mansi is referred to by Gita to as
Didi
, an older sister. Which in a multiple wife, polygynous relationship, is what traditionally, a junior wife refers to the senior wife as.
As always, I have received help and suggestions from my literotica friends. In the event, there is anything in the content that causes offence to any section of readers, I request your forgiveness in advance, as all content has been imagined or recollected from my personal experiences and exposure, and placed purely for the plot evolution, and is not an endorsement of any practice, or belief. I look forward to feedback and comments to evolve this story line and continue it into another saga of human love and eroticism.
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Hello friends, I am Mansi, and I want to share my first story with you all, and in the event of any mistake or fault, kindly forgive me. This is a true event which happened in my life, and I am unable to rest without sharing it. After reading this story, if you wish to share your feedback or comments, do write to me without any hesitation.
I am basically from Orissa, and my father is a small businessman, as a Civil Contractor who established the practice in a modest way at Bhubaneswar. He was a doting father and could provide very well for us, as he was quite prudent in business, and was able to get the confidence of his customers and was successful in a modest way. We are four in my family, it's my father, mother, my younger sister and I. My mother was very loving, and took care of us very well.
My sister, Manini, was two years younger, and joined me in all the family activities, and looked up to me, more much as a second mother than as an older sister. We went to the same school and college, and in the orthodox social structure, we were rather sheltered from contact with the opposite sex. Grown up, we were about the same size, and used to share dresses and ornaments. Many times we were mistaken for twins. We were both about 5 feet 5 inches, and with a decent 36 C bosoms, and 26 inch waistline and 36 inch buttocks. We were wheatish complexioned and wore our hair in long tresses.
I was married two years ago on 22 May, 2010 with Sunil Sahoo, who was employed with Godrej & Boyce in Mumbai as a Sales Manager. Sunil was about 5 feet nine, a little darker in complexion than I, with a good personality, trim body, washboard midriff, and a good head of hair. I was 23 then and Sunil was 28. Sunil was an engineer with an MBA from NM College in Mumbai. I had completed B.Sc(IT) and MCA. I had some experience working in a small IT company in Bhubaneswar, and was happy that I could get an opportunity to further my career prospects in Mumbai.
Our conjugal night was at the honeymoon suite of the Crown Hotel, where our wedding ceremony was performed earlier in the day. We had a reception by the pool side that evening for our family relations, friends and business colleagues of my and Sunil's father. A nice band was playing all romantic movie songs. Halfway through, I was taken to the suite, blushing all the while, by my cousins and friends, who were teasing me and asking me to tell all the details next morning.
My friends and cousins left one by one, having been pushed out by one of my older married cousins. She came and sat by me, and asked me not to worry, and that she was sure Sunil would not hurt me. Kissing me on my forehead, she too departed, saying "All the best, Mansi", and with a wink, "There is an extra, ditto model, of the bedspread in that plastic bag", she winked as she closed the door. After about fifteen minutes, I heard a click, as I saw the door open and Sunil stepped in, looking very charming in his white silk chudidar and kurta. I had worn a silk saree, in the traditional manner.
He smiled at me, as he walked towards the bed; I stood up, nervously and touched his feet, as I was told to by my mother. He picked me up by my shoulders, and enclosed me with his arms. He was feeling very warm, and as I placed my head against his neck, and my arms around him. We could sense each other's hearts pounding away. We were snugly bonded together, as he led me to the bed and we lay down. He continued kissing and we found each other's lips. I was letting him guide me, as I was feeling very shy and nervous, yet did not want to seem uncooperative.
We both lay down, still dressed, on the large bed, on which flower petals were strewn, and he got on his knees in front of me. He started feeling my legs from under my petticoat, starting with my ankles, up to my calves, over my thighs and then caressed my pussy lips, over the panty. He pulled the panty band down and slid a finger into my now very hot pussy and moved it in and out. His thumb found my clit and began massaging it.
'Eeee ... Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! oooooohhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh iiiisssssshhhhhh ooooooohhhhhh', I hissed and moaned as he sent me into raptures of ecstasy.
I was enjoying the sweet sensation that his fingers were delivering on my pussy. When Sunil asked me, somewhat in a concerned tone, whether what he was doing was hurting me or it was painful to me, I replied, "No, Sunil, do more, please ... I am enjoying it a lot ... Don't stop". On this reply he felt comforted and increased his pace and inserted one more finger and I felt something blocking his fingers from entering any further in and a sort of tickling feeling inside my cunt as his fingers scratched at it. I told him so, and he told me about the cherry and I nodded my head that I too was aware of it.
He kissed me fully on my lips, and told me that he was cent percent sure that I was a virgin, and that he never doubted it from the day he set his eyes on me. He asked me whether I had never masturbated before marriage. I told him that I had played with my pussy but unlike her friends who did so with cucumbers and brinjals, wanted to keep it pure and reserved for my 'beloved future husband' and smiled passionately at him and returned his kisses.