Hi readers, my name is Megha, and today I want to share an incident that happened exactly a year after my marriage.
I got married in 2022. After marriage, I quit my job and became a homemaker.
We live in Chikkamagaluru, where we own a coffee estate. My husband works in the private sector.
One pleasant Sunday evening, I was returning home from the estate. (As you all might know, estate roads are usually narrow and only allow one vehicle to pass at a time)
On my way back, I noticed a jeep approaching from the opposite direction on our estate road. I stopped the vehicle and walked up to it to ask why they had entered our private estate.
As I approached the jeep, I saw a well-dressed, decent-looking man and a small boy sitting beside him. The moment I saw him, my heart skipped a beat – it felt as if I was seeing someone who belonged to me.
I asked him why he was there, and he explained that he had mistakenly taken a turn into our estate road instead of continuing towards the Bangalore highway.
By then, it had already started getting dark. (In our family, we believe that after 7 pm, our estate is protected by our deity, and it’s considered unsafe to wander outside unless there’s an emergency)
I informed him that it would take more than an hour to exit the estate from where they were, and it wasn’t safe for him to travel with his young son in the dark. So, I decided to offer them shelter for the night.
I explained the situation and invited them to stay at our guest house. I asked our house staff to prepare dinner for them while I began a casual conversation with him.
His name was Arun – surprisingly, the same as my husband’s. He told me he was a director at a private company in Bangalore and was vacationing with his son. When I inquired about his wife, he shared that he had lost her during the COVID-19 pandemic in 2021.
While I was taking a bath, Arun was shown around the house. At one point, he unintentionally entered my bedroom. At the same moment, my phone began ringing – it was a call from my husband, who was in Spain for work.
Wrapped in a towel, I stepped out of the bathroom to take the call, unaware that someone was in the room. After I ended the call and turned around, I was shocked to see Arun standing there, speechless and stunned.
It was a vulnerable moment – I was alone in a towel in front of another man. But to my relief, Arun respectfully turned his face away, apologized for entering my room, and explained that he didn’t know it was mine. (It was partly my fault too – I hadn’t locked the door before going to bathe)
Without another word, he quietly exited the room. I quickly went back to the bathroom, still feeling flustered.
Later, I was packing to leave for Bangalore to stay at my sister’s house.
Arun: “Are you going somewhere?”
Me: “Yes, my husband will be abroad for another month, so I thought of staying at my sister’s place in Bangalore.”
Arun: “Oh! We’re also heading back to Bangalore. Are you taking your car?”
Me: “No, I was planning to go by bus.”
Arun: “If you don’t mind, you could join us. It would be more comfortable.”
I thought to myself, “We travel with strangers on buses all the time, so why not?” I agreed.
Arun’s son was delighted to have me along. During the journey, we spoke a lot, and his little boy started calling me “Amma” – I felt an unexpected warmth, almost like I was his mother.
When we reached Bangalore, Arun asked for my sister’s address. I told him it was in Rajaji Nagar, and he kindly dropped me at her place. He also helped unload my luggage. But as I walked up, I noticed the house was locked. That’s when it struck me – I had never informed her I was coming.
In a panic, I called her, and she said she had gone on a trip to Singapore for a month! I was shocked and didn’t know what to do. I explained the situation to Arun.
Arun: “Why don’t you stay at our place tonight?”
Grateful for the help, I immediately sent a voice message to my husband, saying I would be staying at a friend’s house since my sister wasn’t home.
We drove to Arun’s place – a beautiful duplex bungalow in Sadashivanagar. The moment we arrived, the automatic gate opened, and we entered. Arun parked the car, brought my luggage, and asked me to step in with my right foot first – a cultural gesture for good luck.
The house was stunning – spacious and fully automated. Robots took care of cleaning and laundry. The only human help was an elderly woman who handled the cooking.
The day went by peacefully. The next morning, I woke up early, freshened up, and performed a small pooja (prayer) in their home. Arun was genuinely happy to see it – it reminded him of his late wife, who used to do the same.
Later, I began preparing breakfast for all of us. Arun, returning from work that evening, brought Mallige flowers and smiled warmly. It was as if, for a brief moment, life had brought me into a family I didn’t expect – one I didn’t know I needed.
I took an evening bath and got ready with my saree. He was shocked again and said his wife also looked the same in the saree.
Arun: “I never even imagined I’m going to ask this, but I’m asking this with you.”
Me: “Tell me?”
Arun: “It’s from the bottom of my heart I’m asking you…”
Me: (in curiosity) “Please?”
Arun: “I want you to be my wife for the rest of my life. I don’t know, but could you be my wife? I’m sure you will never disappoint if you say yes to this? I’m not forcing you, but I fall in love with you, Megha… I fall in love.”
Me: (shocked!) “My inner feelings said yes to it, but I’m married… I’m someone’s wife. How can I marry you?”
Arun: “The day I fell in love, I even forgot my past… the unimaginable wonderland and the heaven that I can see only with you. God sent you for me from heaven.”
Me: “Arun… I can’t… I’m someone’s wife. I can’t cheat my husband.”
Arun: “Megha, marrying me is not cheating your husband. You are fulfilling your dream with your loved one. I’ll never make you unhappy… I’ll always be with you. We are marrying… It’s not illegal… We will be a real husband and wife. No cheating. I can’t live without you, Megha. Please accept my proposal.”
Me: (with a smile, nodded)
Arun was so happy that he hugged me and said, “Thank you, Megha. Thank you so much.”
The next morning, I saw he dropped his kid off at his grandmother’s house and came back with full arrangements. He booked a temple for the marriage and brought all new sarees and jewelry.
While leaving home, he came near to me and requested that I remove my mangalya & toe rings. I wasn’t ready to remove them, but he removed them from my neck and toe.
We went to the temple and got married.
Now I’m officially his wife.
This just happened in 5-6 hours.
The real adventure started here.
After all formalities, we reached the house by 6 pm. Yes, it’s time for our first night.
He decorated the room, and after dinner, he told me to bring a glass of milk.
I did the same.
When I entered the room, he gave a surprise by smashing the balloons and flowers. We took a lot of photos with the camera.
It’s already 10 now. He sat next to me and held my hand. He kissed. It’s the first kiss… An amazing spark started in my body. I too responded.
Kissing all over my hand, he came near my lip and locked. We kissed for 15 minutes.
Then he dropped my saree and petticoat. Removed my blouse. I was in two pieces now.
I removed his shirt and lungi and saw a monster in his underwear. He kissed all over my body.
By this time, I was in his control, and he removed the bar and played 20 minutes with my 36D boobs.
After that, he removed my panties and put his mouth near my pussy. It’s the first time for me. I was in another universe.
He fingered for 20 minutes and asked me to take care of his monster.
My inner feelings never hesitated to touch and give him a blowjob for a minute. I sucked his tool and he ejected sperm on my face.
He cleaned and said sorry, he could not control himself seeing a beautiful wife like me. Every minute during the blowjob, he greeted me with his words.
Then we fucked the whole night (approximately 8 times). Even my husband doesn’t fuck more than 2 times in a day. I was fulfilled with my desire.
From the next day, I became his wife for one month. We fucked day and night. We even went on a honeymoon to Ooty for 2 days.
After coming from Ooty, I got a fever. The doctor came within minutes.
After 26 days, my new husband got a call from the office and he needed to go for training abroad. He requested me to stay in the house, but I needed to go to my hometown to take care of the estate.
The next morning he fucked me and went abroad. While going, he dropped me off at the bus station.
I was waiting for the bus, but someone called my name from the back. Yes, it was the doctor. That same doctor who visited us when I was sick.
To be continued…