Next morning I woke on the bed with Baban still sleeping naked beside me.
I wanted to take bath as I was feeling sweaty by last nights intense sex.
But there was no bathroom in the hut.
I woke up Baban and asked him that I wanted to take bath .
Where should I take bath?
Baban – Are tumko Yaha tumhare flat jaisa bathroom thodi milega.
Wo Kona dekh rahi hai……?
( You will not get spacious bathroom here…Can u see the corner)
I could see a elevated corner…with a tap and water outlet.
Baban – Wahi pe nahata hu me.
Ap bhi naha lo ab…..apko bhi adat dalni padegi aisa nahane ki
Amruta – BABAN par aisa khule me kaise? I asked with surprise
Baban – ab Kaun… bathroom banayega….aur jagah bhi Nahi hai
Apke flat Ka bathroom mere pure ghar jitna hai
Dekho madam sex Ka Maja alag hai aur aise conditions me rahana alag hai…..ap abhi bhi piche hat Sakti hai……
To prove Baban wrong…I went to the so called bathroom and started to unwrap my saree….. slowly……..I removed my saree…..And threw my saree at Baban
I turned on the tap and put a bucket under it………
Then I started to remove my blouse…….I slowly removed the blouse…..
Baban who was still naked on the bed……seeing me undressing in the “bathroom” … his dick started to to salute me…….
He was looking at me lustily with a open mouth.
With a naughty smile I unhoooed my bra
Now I sat down in the “bathroom” with only mangalsutra on my body…. started to take bath from the bucket with a mug.
Baban was looking at me with lust and surprise.
He might have never imagined in his life that a high class wife would ever take bath in his slum house bathroom.
He jumped from the bed and came towards the bathroom corner.
Baban – I will also take bath with you
Amruta – only Bath?
I asked naughtily
His dick was already pointing upwards….
Amrutha – Kal rat se man Nahi bhara kya ( Are u not satisfied with last nights sex?)
Baban – Are tumko Kitna bhi chodo wo Kam hi hai. Bahot punya kiye hongw isliye apki chut naseeb hui hai.
I laughed at him.
Amrutha – Abhi mujhe nahane do. Waise bhi biwi hu tumhari bad me kar lena.
( Let me take bath first. I am Ur wife now….u can fuck me whenever u want)
Baban – Thik hai biwi ki bat to man leta hu.
Par ek shart par.
Amrutha – kaisi shart?
( What condition?)
I asked curiously.
Baban – I want to take bath with you.
And saying this he came inside the so called bathroom.
As he stepped in with me for bathing, I felt bit shy . He came, stood close to me and pour water on my body by mug. He was completely naked after last night’s fuck so he didn’t have to remove his clothes.
Then he took the mug and started pouring water on both of us.
I also took one mug and poured water on his body.
He took the soap and started applying on his body. After applying on his body he started rubbing the soap on my body.
He rubbed the soap on my boobs,armpits.
Baban – Tum bhi lagao na meri body pe Sabun.
Saying this he gave me the soap.
I started applying soap on his back,chest.
This whole thing of applying soap on each others body made my pussy really wet.
Baban – Niche bhi lagao na Sabun.
He said with a naughty smile.
I took soap and gently started applying soap on his dick and balls.
Baban was moaning with pleasure.
Now both were bodies were filled with soap.
Then Baban started pouring water on both of us .
Babans dick was still poking me.
We finished our bath . Then Baban took the old towel and started drying both of our bodies. He rubbed my ass and pussy with towel.
Baban – tum bhi mujhe body dry Karne me help karo na
I took the towel and started to dry his private parts.
With towel in my hand I dried his dick and balls.
Baban then came close to me and kissed me on my forehead.
We both were still naked. I only had mangalsutra on my body.
Baban – you look soo beautiful…….
He pulled me even close….our bodies rubbing against each other….we could feel each others breathing
I was seeing this romantic side of Baban for the first time.
He kept looking in my eyes….his dick rubbing on my pussy
Then finally .. slowly….he came closer…….his dark lips rested on my pink lips……we started kissing……
I was so lost in the kiss…..but suddenly my phone started ringing…..
We broke the kiss….
It was my ‘real’ husband Arun calling…
I told Baban that it was my husband and don’t do anything to which he nodded
I picked up the phone.
Arun – Hi baby…how are you?
Amruta – I am fine. … really missing you
Arun – same with me baby…. really missing you. I am
I was talking with Arun..then suddenly from behind Baban inserted his dick in my pussy. …….
I couldn’t control my moan
I looked behind at Baban with anger….but he smiled lecherously……I was scared to death that Arun might get suspicious
Arun- what happened Amrutha? Are u okay? Why did u scream?
I controlled my moans.……
Amruta – yes…..yess….I am fine there was a cockroach ….
Arun – you and cockroaches….
And from behind Baban started to fuck me in standing position while I was talking to my hubby.
Due to his thumping my breathing was heavy
Arun – what happened baby? Are u okay?why are u panting?
Uff…..ye Baban bhi….ruk nhi Raha…..aur mujhe Maza bhi aa rHa hai
Amruta – Baby I am doing breathing exercises and yoga.
I thought to myself that I was getting better and better at lying.
My innocent husband was easily convinced….. though I was feeling a slight guilt …..but my pussy won over my brain as always.
Baban was really enjoying fucking me while I was talking with Arun. In no time I had an intense orgasm…….but somehow I controlled my moans…..
Arun – that’s nice…..ok baby….I have to go…I have a huge workload here . love you..
Baban kept on fucking me from behind.
Amruta – love u baby…..
And I quickly disconnected the phone…..
I let out a huge moan…..which I was concealing…while talking to Arun
Amruta – bahot kamine ho tum
Baban – wo to me hu…he laughed
Saying this he increased the speed of fucking and kissed me from behind
Amruta – ab me bhi thoda kamina pan dikhati hu
Saying this I move forward….which removed his dick from my pussy
Then I turned around and sat on my knees…..and took his balls in my mouth….
Baban – are hamari gotiyan ……..
He was feeling pain and pleasure at the same time.
With his balls in my mouth….I started giving him handjob…….
After 5 minutes…….
Baban – Mera nikalne wala hai……… ahhhhh
As he said this ….I relieved his balls and took his dick in my mouth…
And in no time Baban discharged his cum in my mouth …..
He cummed a lot inspite of fucking me real hard at night.
I drank his whole cum like a obedient wife
I also licked clean his dick….
Baban was satisfied……
Then we both got dressed.
But again I had to go to toilet. And I didn’t see toilet in Babans house.
So I hesitantly asked Baban about it.
Baban – Are Yaha slums me separate toilet rahte hi Nahi….waha corporation ne public toilets banaye hai waha jana padta hai
I was now…. getting stressed……it was getting too much for me…..but I was determined to do it.
Baban understood my predicament.
Baban – Are chinta mat karo…me toilet ja hi Raha tha….tum bhi sath chalo. Me sath rahunga to tumko bhi thik lagega
This was better.
Amruta – Phir thik hai
Baban – ha par pallu lelo sarpar se aur chehra dhak lo…..Yaha ke tharki tumhe dekh ke pagala jayenge
He said laughing.
I did as Baban said and tool pallu over my head covering my face
And we both started walking towards the public toilets ….it was around 500 metres
We reached there….and the sight made me puke…It was really dirty….and to further my embarrassment there was long queue for the toilet…..
I looked at Baban …..he said it is common to have queue for toilet in the morning.
I had no option…..so I lined up in the queue like all others …I felt really humiliating…..but I had my face covered…..so it gave me some courage to continue this ordeal.
Finally my turn came….
As I entered the toilet ….my nose was hit with the most dirty smell it ever encountered……the toilet had pan stains…..faded walls………..
I finished as quickly as I could….and left the toilet. …
Baban was already waiting for me….seeing him I felt relieved.
Unknown person – Are Baban kya gal
hai…aur ye kon hai sath me?
He looked at me from top to bottom…..
Baban – Are ye meri lugai hai….kal hi gaon se ayi Hain
Unknown person – Namaste bhabhiji…….
I was already embarrassed… coming to the toilet
Amruta – namaste
Baban kept talking with him..but his friend was stealing glances at my body … especially at my boobs…….
But I ignored it.
Then the guy went his way…..
Then we came back to Babans hut.
The day went by…..at night Baban again fucked me like a bull.
Baban had gone out for some work.
Then I remembered that I had go and collect my blouse from that old tharki tailor. I knew he will again try to fuck me.
So I went to his shop….I was mentally prepared to be fucked….
But go to my surprise tailor had his daughter at his shop to help..
As I entered the shop….he recognised me immediately…..but with a sad face….. pointing at his daughter
Amruta – Are chacha mere blouse ho Gaye kya ready?
Tailor – ha ready hai….ap pahan ke dekh lo
Saying he gave the blouse to me…..
I went behind the curtain….to try….
But this time as his daughter was there….the tailor couldn’t do anything….
I tried the blouse and the fitting was okay….
Just then I heard that the tailor asked his daughter to bring some tablets from the medical store.
And in a minute the old tailor was inside the Changing room…..he started pressing my boobs hastily over my blouse……I turned around …..before I opened my mouth to speak he shoved his tongue in my mouth……unmmmmm…..ummmmm…..
Amruta – Apki beti aa jayegi na? I said
Tailor – ha pata hai…aaj beti na hoti dukan pe to acche se chod deta tuze….
He kept pressing my boobs…..while talking
Amruta – Koi bat Nahi….next time Apke Yaha hi aaungi blouse silwane tab Kar Lena…..
He again kissed me hard….licked my cleavage. ….his long beard poking me…..
Amruta – Lagta hai koi aa Raha hai….
The old tailor immediately left…..he didn’t want to …but otherwise his daughter would have caught us in the changing room ….he was left unsatisfied…I was also turned on with kissing and groping.
And his daughter came after a minute….
I looked in mirror if my saree etc was ok and came out.
Amruta – Fitting acchi hai . Chacha kitne paise hue….? Fitting barabar hai….
Chacha – are beta abhi rahne do ….bad me de dena…..jab aur blouse silwane aaogi
His daughter was not impressed for not taking money …as I could see from her face.
I understood that he wanted me to come again at his shop so that he could fuck me.
I loved how a old man was so excited to fuck me.
Amruta – thik hai….next time paise dungi apko……wo bhi interest ke sath
I said smiling….he also smiled naughtily…..
I left the tailor shop….and went to Babans home….
The week went by quickly ….Baban fucked me whenever he wanted……I also got used to going to public toilet and living in the slum.
I told my husband Arun that I will be going for a meditation camp next week…..and there will be no cellphones allowed.
As Arun had himself gone there a year before…..he believed me without any doubt. He also felt that I needed some kind of break after the job loss. This made sure that my husband will not disturb me for the next week when I will be in village.
Now everything was set for my journey to a small village in Bihar.
Finally the day arrived, I was excited as if I was going for some adventure tour. I had taken a lot of effort to look poor, bought clothes including my innerwears from road side vendors. I had imagined a lot of things in my mind for the coming week.
I also got a cheap phone for myself as using smartphone may lead to suspicion.
I had become more or less used to living in slum without AC and other luxuries.
I also worked on my language so that I sound like a normal wife of a Watchman and not a highclass wife.
Baban and me were going to the village by train and that too in a general compartment.
I was carrying a old bag in which I had kept my clothes.
I had never travelled in a general compartment before but I have seen them.
I was wearing a really cheap saree with cheap blouse. Plus I had really worked hard these last 8 days on myself so that I look poor.
I was wearing no makeup,no lipstick nothing. I had worn a simple mangalsutra , earrings and glass bangles. I had taken my pallu very conservatively.
We took a autorickshaw to go the station. I noticed the auto driver stealing glances looking at me. But Baban was behaving like a perfect husband .He kept his hand on my shoulder. So the auto driver couldn’t do anything more than stealing glances.
We reached the station. It was around 8:30 pm in the night. The train departure was at 10 pm.
I was shell shocked looking at the crowd. There were people everywhere. Most of them were workers from Bihar , UP etc….
It was really crowded. Our train journey was an overnight one.
I had traveled in train before but always in 2 tier AC or 1st tier AC. But I never had travelled in general compartment in my life.
As we entered the general compartment of the train the visuals were shocking. People were sitting everywhere. There was not even an inch of space.
Most were poor labourers and construction workers as it was evident from their clothes . I could also smell lot of gutkha and paan in the air.
There were very few women.
Me and Baban started to move ahead to see if we can get any place to sit.
Most of then men were staring at me hungrily. With all the cheap clothes , no makeup I was still the hottest woman in the general compartment. I could see the lust in their eyes.
But Baban was protectively holding my hand all along….so nobody tried doing anything…..
After searching all the compartments we couldn’t find any place to sit at all.
Then Baban told me that this happens usually and then he took me to the area near toilet. It was like a small varandah between toilet area and compartment. But to our surprise there were couple of men there too already. But there was little space beside a old man. Baban asked me to sit there. I sat beside the old man and Baban sat beside me. There was not much space.
The old man smiled at both of us. He tried to make more space by moving more towards the door so that we could sit properly.
As it was very close to toilet. I could smell urine and shit. But as u all know by now….these things turn me on.
There I was, a upper middle class educated wife sitting near the toilet area in general compartment.
I was already sweating …and my armpits were really wet…..
The old man was in his 50s sitting nearby. He had a long beard and he was bald . He probably haven’t shaved in long time. His teeths were dark red probably due to pan and tobacco
His dark sun tanned skin meant that he probably was a construction worker . He was not much tall….he was even shorter than me.
I was sitting sandwiched between the old man and Baban.
Old Man – beta kidhar ja rahi ho?((Where are u going?)
The old man asked me
Amruta – Ji Hum Bihar ke Rampur gav ja rahe hai( I am going to Rampur village in Bihar)
Old man- kon sath hai tere?(Who is with you?)
Amruta – Ji mere pati sath hai(I am going with my husband )
I said putting my hand on Babans shoulder
I noticed that he stared at my boobs….and I didn’t mind him staring at my boobs.
Old man – Beta Nam kya hai tumhara?
Baban – Ji Mera Nam Baban hai
Old man – kya Kam karte ho ? Labour ho?
Baban – Ji me Watchman hu society me
In between the talking the old man was stealing glances at my body.
Old man – me ek construction site pe labour work karta hu.
Bahut Sundar biwi hai tumhari par ye gaon ki to nhi lagti?
( Your wife is beautiful but she doesn’t look like a girl from village?)
Baban – chacha hamari love marriage hai. Aur Amruta shaher me hi Pali badi hai
(Ours is a love marriage and Amrutha has grown up in the city)
He said boasting
Old man – beta gaon ki aurate to pallu se dhak ke rakhti hai apna chehra…bataya ki Nahi isko….?
Amruta – Ha bataya tha inhone…gaon Jane ke bad me bhi dhak lungi.
Baban – chacha apki family Kaha rahti hai? Apke sath?(Where is your family chacha?)
Old man – nahi beta meri family to gaon me hi rahti hai. Sheher me rah paye sab itna me nhi kamata. Sheher me Akela hi rahta hu.(My family lives in village….as I don’t earn enough…..)
The old man was staring at my boobs…….but Baban didn’t suspect anything because of the age of the old man.
Now train was in full speed and it was 11 o clock in the night.
After sometime Baban fell asleep with his back towards me.
Even most people in the compartment went to sleep..
I did not feel like sleeping as it was new to me. I was feeling a bit cold so I took a kambal on my body.
The old man was also awake.
Then the old man took out a small tifffin from his bag. It has 2 rotis and some chatni.
He offered me to have it.
I declined but he kept on insisting so took half roti. The roti was really hard and not that tasty. But I didn’t say anything.
I ate it and thanked him for the roti.
While eating the old man kept his hands on my thighs. I was really enjoying the attention so I didn’t object .
Old man – kitne bacche hai apko?(How many kids do you have?)
I was a little surprised by the question.
Amrutha- Ji chacha Ji abhi Nahi hai bacche.(I don’t have kids)
Old Man – Shadi ko kitne sal hue?
Amrutha- 3 sal hue chacha(It has been 3 years)
The old man looked surprised.
Old man – kyon beta kuch problem hai kya?(What’s the problem?)
He said with his hand on my waist.
I was embarrassed by this question I didn’t know what to say.
Amruta – ji humne dono ne milke hi decide kiya ki abhi bacche nhi chahiye….(We decided not to have kids so soon…)
I said blushing.
Old man – ye kya bat hui bhala……iska matlab tumhara pati tumhare sath topi pahan ke karta hai?( This means u have sex with your husband with condom?)
The old man was asking bold questions one after another. And it was making me horny.
I was shocked by his direct question…..
Amruta – ji ha topi laga ke karte hai……(Yes he fucks me with condom)
Old man – dhat….ye kya bat hai ….biwi ko bhi chodne ko topi lagani pade to shadi ka kya fayada…..phir biwi aur randi me kya farak raha.