Hello all, welcome to the fourth part of my fantasy world, inspired by real life. This is a continuation of a series. Please read the earlier parts if you haven’t read them yet. Without wasting time, let’s get started with this part.
Six weeks passed. Isha transformed completely.
She was changing. Waist is now 26 inches. Hips fuller, 38 inches. Breasts sitting higher. Regular, intense sex was sculpting her. She was always waxed smooth now.
New expensive lingerie appeared that I never seen her wear at home. Weekly salon visits. Gym membership. Expensive skin treatments. Her fair skin glowed permanently.
She’d come home from him. I’d kneel between her legs. Clean her. She’d use my tongue. Eyes closed. “Mmm… thinking about how he bent me over his dining table today… ahhh… he’s so commanding… unlike you who is afraid of everything…”
She’d get off on my cleanup. On her memories. On my degradation. “Good boy. You did well.” Patting my head like a pet.
One day, I saw her phone screen flash. “Hubby 2”. She’d saved Samar as Hubby 2, with a heart emoji. When I asked, she just smiled. “Well, he’s like a second husband. Takes care of me. Provides. Makes me happy. No official paper, that’s all. But in every other way…” She let it hang there. The truth.
They were practically husband and wife now without the marriage. She called him regularly. “Hubby, have you had dinner?” “Hubby, thank you for the gift!” “Hubby, I miss you already.” Natural. Comfortable.
Then, in mid-October, she announced, “Next week is Karwa Chauth.”
My heart lifted a little. “You’ll be home? We’ll celebrate together?”
She looked at me. Something soft but firm in her eyes. “I’ll be home. But Shailesh… I’m fasting for Samar. Not you. He’s… he’s like my husband now. I can’t lie about that anymore.”
Crushed. “But I’m your actual…”
“On paper. Yes. But who treats me like a wife? Who takes care of me? Who makes me feel valued? Him. So I’ll fast for him. And…” she paused, “he’s coming here. To our home. That evening. We’ll celebrate together. Here.” Not asking. Telling.
Karwa Chauth arrived. Isha woke before dawn. Sargi time. Eating before the fast. I woke too. Wanting to participate. She looked surprised. “You’re fasting too?”
“For you, Isha. Even if you’re not fasting for me, I’m fasting for you.”
Something soft appeared in her eyes. “That’s… that’s sweet, Shailesh.” Then she turned away. “But I’m still fasting for Samar. That won’t change.”
The whole day, both of us fasted. She started getting ready in the afternoon. Red silk saree. Traditional heavy one. Gold zari work everywhere. Matching red blouse. Backless. Short. Showing her fair midriff. Deep neck showing cleavage. She was dressed like a bride. For him.
Full solah shringar. Her fair skin glowed like a pearl. Thick dark sindoor. Large red bindi on her forehead. Those diamonds around her neck. His gift. Gold jewellery is heavy everywhere. Mehendi on her hands and feet. Elegant, beautiful designs.
Toe rings. Bangles. So many. Heavy jhumkas are swinging. Nath in her nose. Waist chain visible through the saree. Jasmine has flowers in her hair bun. The fragrance mixes with expensive perfume. Kajal thick. Making her eyes huge. Crimson lipstick on her full lips. She looked like a new bride.
“You look beautiful,” I whispered. My throat is dry from fasting.
“Thank you,” she smiled. Examining herself in the mirror. Satisfied. “I want to look the best for him. This is a special day.”
7 PM. The Mercedes arrived. Samar stepped out. Traditional kurta pyjama. Looking distinguished. Powerful.
Isha opened the door. He stopped. Stared. “Isha… god, you look exactly like a bride.”
She blushed beautifully. Tears forming. Her fair skin is going pink. “Come inside, Samar.”
He entered. Saw me. Nodded casually. “Shailesh. Can you help bring things from the car?” Ordering me. In my own home. I brought everything in. Like a servant. Flowers for the puja. Mithai boxes. And a long velvet box.
He then caught me alone in the living room and said, “Clean the bedroom. Change the sheets. Fresh everything. Arrange candles and flowers. Make it nice. Like… like a suhagraat room.”
He was ordering me to prepare the bedroom for his celebration with my wife. “Yes.”
I spent an hour decorating the bedroom. Fresh white sheets. Candles everywhere. Rose petals scattered. Incense burning. Flowers arranged. I made it romantic for them.
He and Isha were hanging out on the living room sofa, sitting too close to each other. He pulled out a velvet box. “For you. For today. A very special day.”
She opened it. Gasped. Mangalsutra. Heavy traditional gold. Black-gold beads. “Samar… this is…”
“I want you to have it. For me. For us. A wife should wear her husband’s mangalsutra, right?”
Silence. Heavy. Loaded.
Isha’s eyes filled with tears. “But I’m already wearing…” She gestured at the diamonds.
“Those are just jewellery. This is a mangalsutra. Please, Isha. Wear my mangalsutra. Be my wife.”
The tension in the room was thick. She looked at me. Then at him. Slowly, she reached up. Removed the diamond necklace. Handed it to me without a word. Then, my mangalsutra. The one I’d tied on our wedding day. She unhooked it. Removed it. Gave it to me.
She turned to Samar. Bent her head. Closed her eyes.
He tied his late wife’s mangalsutra around her fair neck. Gold-black beads sit perfectly in her cleavage. Traditional. Sacred. His mark.
“Now you look like my wife.”
Then from his kurta pocket, he pulled out sindoor. “May I?”
She nodded. Eyes still closed. Surrendering completely.
He took a generous pinch. Applied it slowly in her parting. His sindoor over mine. Marking her as his wife.
Isha opened her eyes. Looked at herself in the wall mirror. Wearing his mangalsutra. His sindoor. Tears rolled down. But she was smiling.
He turned to me. His tone changed. Commanding. Dominating. “Shailesh. Set up the puja items now. You’ll help where needed.” Not requesting. Ordering. In my home.
I set up everything like a servant. Diya. Incense. Karwa. Water. Sieve. The moon would rise around 8:30. They sat together on the floor. She performed the traditional Karwa Chauth puja.
Through the sieve, she looked at the moon when it rose. Then at him through the same sieve. Traditional. Sacred. Then she bent gracefully. Touched his feet. He placed his hand on her head. “Sukhi bhava, Isha. Give me a beautiful daughter just like you.”
He pulled her up gently. Made her sit. Took water first. Sipped. Then, she fed her water from the same glass. Breaking her fast. Intimate. Then he fed her a sweet from the same piece. They fast broke together. Traditional husband-wife ritual.
She glowed. Happy. Satisfied. Complete. Like a real wife with her real husband.
“Shailesh,” Samar’s voice was commanding. Not even looking at me. Eyes on Isha. “Bring dinner. Serve us. We must be hungry after fasting the whole day.”
“But Sir, I also…” I had fasted for her. I wanted to say it.
“You what?” He turned. Sharp. Challenging.
“Nothing, Sir. I’ll serve.” No point. No recognition. Invisible.
I served them the dinner I’d cooked. They ate. Fed each other. Laughing. Talking intimately. Like a real married couple. She broke her Karwa Chauth fast with him.
I stood there. Stomach empty. Watching.
After dinner, Samar looked at me. “Is the bedroom ready like I asked?”
“Yes, Sir. Everything.”
“Good.” He smiled. “Then go decorate it more. This is a special night. Suhagraat for my wife and me. Make it perfect. More flowers. More candles. Nice atmosphere. We’ll come in twenty minutes.”
Suhagraat. Their wedding night. In my bedroom. I went mechanically. Added more flowers. More candles.
Twenty minutes later, I heard them coming. I stood in the corner. Uncertain.
They entered. His arm around her waist. She saw the room. Candles glowing. Flowers everywhere. Romantic. She gasped. “It’s beautiful!”
“Just like you, my wife,” he said. Kissing her temple.
Then Isha saw me standing there. She looked at Samar. Then at me. “Samar… can… can Shailesh wait outside? This is… this is our private moment. Our special night. He shouldn’t… I don’t want him here.”
My heart broke. She was asking me out like I was an outsider. A stranger. A third person.
Samar smiled. “Of course, darling. Shailesh, wait outside. Close the door. Give us privacy. This is between husband and wife.”
I walked out. Closed the door. Stood in the hallway. Then I saw it. The door hadn’t closed fully. I could see inside partially. Could hear everything.
I couldn’t help it. I moved closer. Looked through the gap.
Inside, Samar pulled Isha close. Kissed her deeply. Passionate. She melted into him. Arms around his neck. Kissing back with equal hunger. His hands roamed her back. Her waist. Her ass. Squeezing. She moaned into his mouth.
“Finally,” he breathed, “finally, I have you in a bedroom. As my wife. I’m going to make this night unforgettable for you.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m all yours tonight. Completely yours.”
He started undressing her. Slowly. Not rushing. Savouring every moment. He unpinned her saree pallu. Let it fall. Started unwrapping the saree itself. Round and round. Slowly revealing her body. Nine yards of silk unwrapping. She stood still. Letting him. Breathing heavy. Her fair skin flushed pink all over.
Finally, the saree fell. She stood in her red blouse and red petticoat. “So beautiful. Every inch perfect.”
He unhooked her blouse. Slowly. One hook at a time. Slid it off her shoulders. She had breasts in a red lace bra. 36D. Full. Her fair skin. Dark nipples are visible through the lace.
“Magnificent,” he whispered. Cupping them over the bra. She gasped. “Ahhh…”
He unhooked the bra. Let it fall. Her breasts spilt free. Round fair globes. Dark brown nipples are hard. He cupped them properly. Squeezed. Making her moan. “Oh, Samar…”
He leaned down. Took a nipple in his mouth. Sucked. She threw her head back. “Ah, yes!” His other hand tweaked her other nipple. Her breathing got faster. Heavier.
He untied her petticoat string. Let it pool at her feet. She stood in just red lace panties now. And jewellery. Mangalsutra. Sindoor. Bangles. A married woman.
He hooked his fingers in her panties. Slid them down slowly. Over her wide hips. Down her thick thighs. Revealing her completely waxed, smooth pussy. She stepped out of them. Completely naked except for the jewellery.
He stepped back. Looked at her. Her fair skin glowed in candlelight. Narrow waist. Wide hips. Round jiggly ass. Thick thighs. Smooth pussy. Hourglass body. “You’re a goddess, Isha. An absolute goddess.”
She blushed. Her fair skin is going pink. “Stop it…”
“Never. You should know how beautiful you are.” He undressed quickly. Kurta is showing his fit body. Pyjama off. Underwear. His thick cock sprang free. Six and a half inches, but so thick. Veiny. Hard. Ready.
He climbed onto the bed. Started kissing her everywhere. Her forehead. Her eyes. Her nose. Her lips. Her neck. Her collarbone. Spending time on each spot. Down to her breasts. He kissed them. Licked them. Sucked them. “Mmmm… oh god… yes…” She was squirming already.
He kissed her navel. Tongued it. She giggled. Down more. To her smooth mound. He kissed her. “Such a pretty pussy. So smooth. All mine tonight.”
“Yes… all yours… ahhhh…”
He spread her thick thighs. Her pink pussy is visible. Wet already. Glistening. He leaned in. Licked. A long, slow lick from bottom to top.
“AHHHHH! OH GOD!” Her back arched off the bed. Her hands went to his head. Bangles singing.
He licked again. And again. Then focused on her clit. Circling it with his tongue. Her hips bucked. “Oh fuck! Samar! Ahhh! So good! Mmmm!”
He slid a finger into her while licking. She cried out. “UNNHHH! YES! FINGER ME! LICK ME! OH GOD!”
He added a second finger. Curving them just right. Finding her G-spot. Licking her clit at the same time. Her thighs trembled around his head. Her fair skin flushed completely. Breathing ragged.
“I’M… I’M CLOSE! AHHH! GONNA CUM! SAMAR! OH FUCK!”
“Cum for me, wife. Cum on your husband’s tongue.”
“YESSS! AHHHHH! CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! OH GOD OH GOD!” Her whole body convulsed. Her thighs clamped around his head. Her pussy clenched his fingers. Orgasm ripped through her. “AHHHHHHH!”
Liquid gushed out. She squirted. Actually squirted. All over his face. He drank it. Licked it. Kept licking through her orgasm. She thrashed. “TOO SENSITIVE! AHHH! TOO MUCH! PLEASE!”
Finally, he released her. Came up. His face was wet with her juices. Grinning. “You squirted. Beautiful. So responsive.”
She lay there panting. Eyes glazed. “Never… never done that before… oh god…”
“Just the beginning, my love.” He kissed her. Moaned into the kiss.
She pushed him onto his back. “My turn.” She positioned herself between his legs. Wrapped her fair, delicate hands around his thick cock. Started stroking. “So thick. So big. I love it.”
She leaned down. Licked the head. Tasted his precum. “Mmmm.” She wrapped her lips around it. Started sucking. Bobbing her head. “Mmm… mmm… glkkk…”
“That’s it. Good girl. Take it deeper. Show your husband how a good wife sucks.”
She pushed deeper. Gagging as he hit her throat. “Glkkk… gllkkk…” She didn’t stop. Eyes watering, but determined. Deeper. “GLLKKK!” Her nose touched his pubic hair. Deep throated completely.
“FUCK! Isha! You’re amazing!” His hands in her hair. Gentle but guiding. Taking him deep each time. Gagging. Drooling. Worshipping his thick cock.
After a few minutes, he pulled her off. “I need to be inside you.”
He positioned her missionary. Spread her thick, fair thighs. His thick cock at her dripping entrance. He looked into her eyes. “Ready, my wife?”
“Yes.. please…”
He pushed in slowly. The thick head stretches her. “Ahhhhh! So thick!” He kept pushing. Inch by inch. Her pussy accommodates him. Her fair skin is stretching. “Oh god! So full! Ahhh!”
Finally, buried completely. Balls deep. “Unnhhh! All in! So deep! Oh fuck!”
He started moving. Slow at first. Deep strokes. Pulling almost all the way out. Slamming back in. Building rhythm. Her fair body moved with each thrust. Breasts bouncing. Bangles singing. Mangalsutra swinging.
“YES! FUCK ME! AHHH! MMMM! SO GOOD!”
Faster. Harder. Finding their rhythm. His balls are slapping her ass. “HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!”
He was pounding her now. The bed creaks. She was screaming. “OH GOD! OH FUCK! SO DEEP! HITTING MY WOMB! AHHH! YES! YES! YES!”
He grabbed her thick thighs. Pushed them back. Folded her almost in half. Deeper angle. “AHHHHHHH! TOO DEEP! SO MUCH! UNNHHH! FUCK!”
Hammering into her. Her fair body was completely flushed. Sweating. Glistening. Hair messy. Makeup smudged. Lost in pleasure. “I’M CUMMING! OH GOD I’M CUMMING AGAIN!”
“CUM! CUM ON YOUR HUSBAND’S COCK!”
“YES! CUMMING! CUMMING SO HARD!” Her body convulsed. Her pussy clenched his thick cock. Squirting again. Soaking the sheets.
“FUCK! TAKE MY CUM! AHHH!” He roared. Buried completely. Unloading deep inside her. Thick ropes of hot cum pumping. “TAKE IT! TAKE YOUR HUSBAND’S CUM!”
“YES! FILL ME! BREED ME! AHHH!” She wrapped her legs around him. Pulling him deeper. Taking every drop.
They stayed locked together. Panting. Sweating. His cum leaked out around his still-hard cock. Finally, he pulled out. Cum gushed from her stretched pussy. So much of it. Pooling under her fair ass.
“Beautiful,” he breathed. “My beautiful wife is full of my cum.”
She lay there. Destroyed. Satisfied. Glowing. “That was… incredible…”
“Not done yet,” he smiled.
I watched all of this through that gap. I couldn’t look away. My wife is being fucked. Destroyed. Used. Loving every second. Screaming louder than she ever did with me. Cumming harder. Squirting. Things she never did with me. My small caged cock is aching. Dripping. Useless.
I finally understood. This was a different level. I could never give her this. Never. He was superior. Inside, they rested for a few minutes. Then Samar spoke. “Isha… I want something. Something special. Since this is our suhagraat. Our wedding night.”
“Anything for you tonight?” she smiled.
“I want… I want your ass. I want to take you there. Make you completely mine. Every hole.”
She tensed. “Samar… no… I’ve never… that’s… that will hurt too much…”
“I’ll be gentle. I promise. I want all of you tonight. I want to be first. I want that virginity too.”
“No… please… anywhere else… but not that…”
He kissed her. “Think about it. I’ll make it worth it. I promise.” He got up. Went to the door. Opened it slightly. “Shailesh! Come here!”
My heart stopped. I quickly stepped back. He opened the door more. “Come in.”
I entered. Saw the room. Flowers scattered everywhere. Candles half-melted. Sheets were wet, messy, cum-stained. And Isha is in bed. Completely naked except for jewellery. Her fair body was covered in hickeys. Exhausted. Used. Beautiful.
She saw me. Covered herself in a blanket as if I were a stranger. Her eyes showed something. Amusement maybe. Enjoying my helplessness.
Samar gestured. “Water. We both need water.”
I rushed to the kitchen. Brought water. Two glasses. My hands are shaking. I offered them. Isha sat up. Took a glass. Drank deep. Samar too. The room reeked of sex. Thick. Overwhelming. Isha’s eyes met mine while drinking. That look. Amused. Satisfied. Almost… proud.
Showing me. Showing what a real man does to her. Her fair skin was glowing with sweat. Hickeys all over her neck, breasts, thighs. Hair is completely messy. Sindoor smudged. Lipstick gone. Completely used. And proud of it.
“Show him your cage,” Isha said casually. “Show him what a pathetic caged husband wears while his wife gets fucked by a real man.”
Trembling, I pulled down my pants a little. Pink panties are visible. Small wet spot from precum. I pulled the panties aside. Pink cage. My small cock is trapped inside. Precum drips from the tip despite the cage. Evidence of my arousal. My humiliation.
They both laughed out loud. “HAHAHA! Look at that!” Samar pointed. “Leaking like a bitch in heat! Watching his wife get fucked makes him cum in his cage! And those pink panties! So perfect!”
Isha was laughing too. “You were right. He’s a cuckold! Gets hard watching me with you! Pathetic!”
Samar looked at me. “Shailesh. I want to make an offer. I want to take Isha’s ass tonight. Her anal virginity. In return, I’ll buy you a three-bedroom flat in a posh area. Worth 80 lakhs. Her ass virginity for an 80 lakh flat. Deal?”
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t process. He was buying my wife’s ass for property.
Isha sat up. “Samar… why are you asking him? I’m YOUR wife now. If you want my ass, it’s yours. You don’t need to ask him. I’m yours completely. You want it, you take it. That’s all. Don’t involve him.”
Samar smiled. Proud. “That’s my wife. My woman.” He kissed her deeply. “But the flat is a good gift anyway. For being so understanding.”
He looked at me. “Go to the medical store. Buy lubricant. Good quality. Go now. We’ll wait.”
I walked out like a zombie. Went to the all-night medical store. Bought lubricant. I walked back. My wife was about to lose her anal virginity. To another man. On my bed. After I arranged it all.
I entered the home. The bedroom door was closed. I went to it. That small gap was still there. I looked.
Isha was on her knees. Sucking Samar’s thick cock again. Getting him hard again. He saw me at the door through the gap. Smiled. Didn’t stop her. Let me watch her worship his cock.
I put the lube on the nightstand. Left without a word. Stood outside the door. Watching through the gap.
Samar pulled her off his cock. “On all fours, darling. Ass up.”
She positioned herself on her hands and knees. Her round, jiggly, fair ass is high in the air. Her pussy dripping his cum still. Her asshole is pink. Tight. Virgin.
He grabbed the lube. Squeezed a generous amount on his fingers. “This will be cold.”
He rubbed it on her asshole.
He massaged it. Relaxing her. Then slowly pushed one finger in. Just the tip. She tensed. “Ahhh! Feels weird!”
“Relax, my love. Breathe. Trust me.” Gentle. Patient.
She breathed. He pushed the finger deeper. Slowly. “Unnhhh… oh god…”
Getting her used to the sensation. “How’s that?”
“Weird… but… not bad… ahhh…”
He added more lube. A second finger. Stretching her virgin ass slowly. “AHHH! Too much!”
“Breathe. Just breathe. You’re doing great.” He scissored his fingers. Stretching. Preparing. She moaned. A mix of discomfort and pleasure. “Mmmm… ahhh… oh god…”
A third finger. Stretching her more. Her fair ass looked so erotic. His dark fingers inside her pink asshole. “UNNHHH! So full!”
“Are you ready for me?”
“I… I think so… go slow please…”
He removed his fingers. Lubed his thick cock generously. Positioned behind her. His thick head at her tight virgin asshole. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
He pushed. Gentle but firm. Her asshole resisted. Then, it slowly gave way. The head popped in. She screamed. “AHHHHHH! OH FUCK! NOO PLEASE! TOO THICK!”
“Breathe! Just breathe! Relax!” He stayed still. Letting her adjust. “You’re doing amazing. So brave. My brave wife.”
Slowly, she relaxed a little. He pushed more. Inch by inch. His thick cock slowly filled her virgin ass. Her screams were continuous. “AHHHHH! OH GOD! SO MUCH! BURNING! STRETCHING ME! UNNHHH!”
“Halfway there. You’re taking it so well.”
More. Deeper. Her fair body is trembling. Pain obvious. But she was taking it. “FUCK! AHHH! CAN’T! TOO MUCH!”
“Yes, you can. Almost there. You can do this.” Finally, balls deep in her ass. “All in. You took all of me. My beautiful wife.”
She was crying. Tears streaming. He stayed still. Letting her adjust. Then slowly he pulled back. Pushed in. Gentle strokes. “How’s that?”
“Hurts… but… but something else too… ahhh… starting to feel… good. oh god…”
The strokes got longer. Deeper. Building rhythm. Pain mixed with pleasure. Her moans changed. “AHHH! OH FUCK! FEELS WEIRD BUT GOOD!”
Faster now. Fucking her ass properly. Her fair, jiggly ass rippled with each thrust. His thick cock disappeared into her tight hole. “YES! FUCK MY ASS! AHHH! OH GOD! SO INTENSE! MMMM!”
“Taking it so good! Such a good wife! Taking cock in the ass for your husband!”
“YES! FOR YOU! AHHHH! MY HUSBAND! MY ASS IS YOURS! UNNHHH! USE IT! FUCK IT!”
Pounding her ass now. Hard. Fast. She was screaming. Mix of pain and pleasure. Overwhelming. “OH FUCK OH FUCK! SO INTENSE! AHHHHH! GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM FROM ASS FUCK! OH GOD!”
“CUM! CUM FOR ME!”
“YESSSSS! AHHHHH! CUMMING! OH GOD I’M CUMMING! UNNHHH!” Her whole body shook. Her ass clenched his cock. Her pussy dripped. Orgasm from anal. Powerful.
“FUCK! SO TIGHT! CUMMING! AHHH!” He pulled out. “Turn! Face! Open your mouth!”
She turned quickly on her knees. Mouth open. Tongue out. Submissive.
He stroked his cock twice. Exploded. Thick ropes of cum painted her beautiful, fair face. On her forehead. On her nose. On her cheeks. On her lips. On her tongue. On her chin. Covering her. Marking her. “AHHHHH! YES! TAKE IT! TAKE MY CUM!”
She kept her mouth open. Letting him paint her. Some cum landed on her mangalsutra. On her sindoor. On her face completely. When he was done, she swallowed what was in her mouth. Licked her lips.
He collapsed beside her. Both exhausted. Satisfied.
I watched it all through that gap. I finally understood. This was my life now. I went to the sofa. Sat in darkness. Still fasting. Still hungry. Still thirsty. Still caged. Still in pink panties. Still nothing.
I heard them inside. Laughing. Talking. Intimate. Then the sounds of a shower together. More sounds. Round three, maybe. Never-ending.
I accepted I was nothing. She was his wife. I was just existing.
Hope you liked the story. The next parts will be more exciting. Please write to me at [email protected] with your comments and feedback. Take care.