(This story has scenes of non-consensual and forced sex, sodomy, blackmailing, cuckoldry, use of drugs etc. If you have any aversion to either of these, please avoid reading.)
We were married just ten months ago. I am Shiva, 28 years, well established with a strong built, slim, 5'8". My wife Bharti is 24, has a curvaceous body with right amount of flesh at the right places. She is 5'4", fair complexioned with sparkling sexy eyes and curly hairs upto her shoulder. Her appearance is quite luscious that made me select her as my bride at the first meeting. No male ever failed to cast a second glance whenever she passed through nearby.
Ours was an arranged marriage. For Bharti, as she told me after our marriage, my job, my strong biceps and height were the factors that attracted her towards me. On the first night, I confessed to her that I was not a virgin because I had incestuous sex with my younger cousin when I was a college student.
On her part, Bharti too admitted that she had a boy friend while at the University. However, they did not resort to sex though they had enough of smooching, fondling and oral sex. She admitted to have performed blowjobs on her boyfriend and on the bridal night after the confession, she went on to perform the same on me. Her expertise convinced me that her boyfriend had taught her the art of sucking very perfectly.
Having shared our past, we committed to each other that we would remain sexually honest to each other and wouldn't go around to find sexual pleasure outside our married life. We two really didn't need anything outside as both of us enjoyed our sex life and were quite wild on bed. Bharti, however, didn't fail to warn me, "Men are men. I don't know with which of your cousins you had the sweet adolescent adventures nor I wish to know her identity. But if I ever find you again involved with her or with anyone else, I will show you the worst in me."
We both laughed and then I asked, "What if I find you involved with your ex-boyfriend?"
Bharti smiled, "Our relationship ended while in college as I found that he was not serious about settling down in life or building a sound career. He is probably married by now. But not only him, if you ever find me involved with anyone other than you, just treat me as a whore and punish me as you like. But remember the same condition applies to you too."
It was all in cheerful mood as we two were engrossed in each other. During the eighth month of our marriage, Bharti's father suffered a massive brain stroke and we rushed to see him. It was clear that even if he recovers it would take sometime. So I suggested that Bharti stays with her father at their native town for a few days. Sentimental as women are about their fathers, Bharti accepted the proposal. But she was thinking about my food etc so I assured her to depend on home delivery for those days.
I came back to my place leaving Bharti with her parents initially for a week. Without Bharti I felt sex starved at home since sexual activity was our regular affairs. But on arrival at my place, first thing I did was to arrange for home delivery of my lunch and dinner. I told our driver, Prem to take me to such suppliers in the nearby vicinity.
Prem is our Nepali driver, working with me for last three years. His salary etc are paid by the company in which I work. When Prem learnt about me looking for home delivery, he told me with some hesitation that his wife runs a small hotel at their home and if I don't have any objection he might bring my food from his home. Prem also said that it would cost less than home delivery by other suppliers. I decided to give a try. If I don't like their food, I could discontinue at anytime.
Prem started supplying from Tuesday. The food was good and homely. It was not spicy food of hotels. At noon, he would bring the lunch to my home during the lunch break after dropping me from office. So that by the time I finished bathing, Prem would arrive with the food. In the evening, by eight thirty, he would bring the dinner.
From Tuesday to Friday the service went on well. Saturday and Sunday are my off days. Prem asked for leave on those days as he had some domestic works in the nearby town. I granted him leave and told him that on those two days I would order home delivery in some other shop. However, he told me that there was no need to bother as his wife supplied to several houses and could supply my meals too. I agreed.
On Saturday, Prem's wife, Ratna came with the lunch at 11.30. I was a bit annoyed because being off day, I had completed my breakfast around 10 in the morning. However, Ratna told me that Prem told her to clean the house also after which she would warm up the meal for me. Though I told her that it was not necessary, Ratna insisted on sweeping the rooms and wipe them.
In the absence of Bharti the house was in a mess. So I didn't object further. Ratna swept the rooms, wiped each room clean, cleaned the kitchen and by the time she completed all the household cleaning it was around 12.45 PM. I had completed my shaving and bath by that time. Ratna asked me if I would like to have the lunch. When I said yes, she told me that since she had performed the cleaning jobs, she would take a bath before going to kitchen to warm up the food. I liked her idea and showed her the bathroom outside where she could take her bath.
Ratna asked me if it would be too late for the lunch. I assured her that it won't be a problem. For the first time since her arrival I noticed her. She was between 22-24 years and her height was almost like Bharti. But Ratna was slightly fatty than Bharti though the former had snow white complexion and looked much fairer than Bharti. Men are men, Bharti had said once. So in my mind I made a survey of Ratna's voluptuous physical features and wondered how Ratna and Bharti would react if they knew what was going on in my mind.
Ratna completed her bath and went to kitchen to warm up the food. I came to the dining space located between the kitchen and our master bedroom. I was busy with my phone when Ratna placed the dish and bowls in front of me on the table. I looked up and was annoyed to see that Ratna had put on a semi transparent knee length gown of Bharti. Since she was fattier than Bharti, the gown offensively clutched to her body making her youthful treasure very prominent.
Ratna had come out of bath minutes ago, her hairs were still wet, her pink think lips looked more sexy and I could see her bra through the semi transparent gown of Bharti. Despite being annoyed for using Bharti's gown, I could feel a twitch in my groin as my boner tightened inside my brief.
Perhaps watching the look of annoyance, Ratna stammered to explain that her clothes got wet by the shower and as such she searched and managed with a gown of memsab (Bharti). She asked me, "If I offended you, I would change it."
Ratna even unbuttoned the top most button of the gown to show her readiness to change the dress. But this only gave a clear view of the cleavage between her two mountains. My boner grew harder inside my trousers. But I managed not to look at her while assuring that she need not change the gown immediately. I started taking my lunch as if nothing happened though my mind was full of lust and I was trying to find her motives as it was unusual for a married woman to appear such tight fitting and short dress before a man, who was stranger to her.
I couldn't concentrate on the lunch and after sometime got up and washing my mouth returned to my bedroom thanking Ratna for the meal. My feeling was that Ratna would leave as her jobs were over. I thought that I would give her some extra bucks for the cleaning jobs. So I reached for my purse, when she entered the bedroom. I looked at her. There was a suppressed smile on her face and she was slightly biting her lower lip. She said to me, "Sab, you ate very little today. Was the food not nice?"
"No, no, it was nice," I replied to assure her.
