Hi, this is a story about my downfall from a wife to a whore.
I am 32-year-old Indian house wife. I am 175 cm tall and have slim body.
I have fair and smooth skin. I do not have very large breasts, I wear 34-B cup bra.
After marriage I came to Mumbai with my husband. We started living in an apartment in a high-class part of the Mumbai. My husband was working in Navy.
He used to be away travelling for months, when he was on ship. Initially I used to get very bored when he is not home. But slowly I started making some friends, had a routine and started keeping myself busy.
I do have an interest in Art, I started visiting art galleries and made some contacts there. Slowly, I started working in organising art exhibitions.
We had a servant Gautam, who was helping me for the cleaning and cooking. As I was the only person in the house, he did not have much work to do. He used to come for cooking and cleaning early morning for hour or two.
Sometimes he used to stay home for whole day and watch TV, as nobody was at home the whole day. When I used to arrive at home in the evening, he used to make nice dinner for me.
Sometimes he used to call his friends home to watch cricket match together. But I always trusted him. They used to have fun, but they always used to clean the house and leave before I come home in the evening.
One day I came home after the work and saw that he was watching TV with his 2 friends on the sofa. They were also drinking beer while watching the TV.
After seeing me, they quickly got up. He indicated to his friends to pack up and leave. I could see disappointment on their faces. Apparently, they were having good time together.
I told them, "No worries, you guys can continue with the party. I am anyway tired. I will go to sleep in my bedroom."
His friends were happy after hearing that, but Gautam was feeling a bit awkward. I gave him a smile to indicate that I am not irritated with this, and I went into my bedroom.
They continued with the party. His friends seemed to be impressed on my looks. They were teasing Gautam about how lucky he was, that he got to work with person like me.
I tried to ignore their comments about me and tried to call my husband. As usual he was busy and not able to talk. It was only 7 pm, I was not feeling sleepy.
I wanted to change to night dress, but I was not feeling comfortable when there were 3 guys drinking beer in my living room.
After watching passing traffic from balcony for a while, I wanted to go to the kitchen to get some water. I saw that, as soon as I opened the bedroom door, they changed the TV program. I think, they were watching some naughty stuff.
When I was filling my water bottle, Gautam came into the kitchen and said, "Madam, did you have dinner?"
I nodded, "no."
"Why don't you join us? We have ordered nice food from restaurant. We have enough for four of us including you," he said.
"No sorry Gautam, I do not want to disturb you. You guys enjoy your party. I am not much hungry anyway. I will get this fruit with me," I politely declined his offer.
"Come on Madam, you are not disturbing us. It would be pleasure to have you in our party. Its fine if you want to eat the fruit, but I insist, you should eat with us, " said his friend Kumar, who suddenly interrupted our conversation.
I felt that he was already bit drunk. But I decided not to disappoint them. "Anyway, instead of eating fruit alone in the bedroom, I can spend few minutes with them and finish my fruit. Afterall what am I going to do the whole evening," I said to myself.
I agreed to sit with them for a while. Kumar was cheering and thanking me for joining their small party. Gautam was feeling little awkward.
Gautam and his friend were sitting on one sofa. Kumar was sitting on the floor with beer in his side. He had offered me his sofa to sit.
"I am so happy that you joined us madam. Generally rich people do not want to mix up with poor people like us. You are different. You treated us equally. I am very impressed", he was praising me for joining them in the party.
I just smiled.
"We poor people work hard for whole day. We rarely get such pleasure to sit together and have some nice drink. Our families are away from us in the remote village. We live here alone and do the hard work for little money. We hardly get any source of enjoyment. And we almost never get a chance to drink with such beautiful woman like you," he said and offered me some food to eat.
I kind of felt sad about what he said. It was true, these guys are staying in small shelter, working for long hours and at the end of the day do not even get chance to meet their wives and children. I felt happy, that I joined them and shared some food with them.
Instead of TV, they all were looking at me. I was feeling bit uncomfortable, but also little bit exited. I received such undivided male attention after long time.
Then suddenly Kumar asked, "How many years for your marriage, madam?"
"3 years, "I said.
"Then why you guys do not have any children?" he asked bluntly.
Gautam was feeling very awkward with this personal question by Kumar.
I smiled and said, "No I have difficulty in having baby. I have a condition."
"What condition? What difficulty do you have? " He asked again very bluntly.
"Its some medical stuff Kumar, why do you bother?" said Gautam to him.
"No, sorry if I offended you. I was just asking out of genuine concern," Kumar said.
Not knowing what to say. I tried to explain him, "My body has some problems producing egg. After having sex for million times, there is one chance for me to get a baby. We might adobe a child may be."
"That is very sad. I wish I could help you," said Kumar sadly.
"What help was he going to do?" I was wondering to myself.
"I have one solution to your problem. If you do not mind what I am saying, then it will benefit you," he said moving towards me.
I had no interest in his solution. I knew it is of no use. But just out of curiosity I asked him, "go ahead."
He leaned towards me and said, "Please don't mind what I say madam. But your breasts seem small. If your breast grows bigger, you get more chance to get baby. Woman with small breasts often have problems with having child. Their body is not fully developed."
Gautam was shocked and baffled by his comment. I was also in a shock. I did not know what to say about his remarks.
"May be you are finding this stupid, but this works madam. We have this knowledge in our villages since generations. I know it works," he was saying very confidently.
I did not want to argue with him on this topic. So, I said, "No, its possible. You may be right. Thanks for sharing. I will check with my doctor."
"No madam, doctors do not like our ways. They believe in western science. You should do regular breast massage and stop wearing bra. Then your breasts will grow bigger," he was still trying to convince me with his even more weird ideas.
"Ok thanks for your ideas, I think I should go and sleep now," I said to excuse myself from the awkward conversation.
Gautam felt worried that I am angry because of this conversation.
