Adultery My Wife’s Bull – From Honeymoon to Hotwife

[Hotgiri]

Hello Sirji, your story is awesome… just a request to add hot pics and gif when have sex session

[rajumehat]

please update

[Siva veri 20]

Really amazing story bro...

[Alvinthomas]

Nice erotic story..no suggestions for now. Just go ahead with what you have in mind

[RedDranzar]

Hi Author

I refined my last post.
This is a awesome story but few scenarios I can suggest to make it more spicy. These are scenarios after she returns home from Ramesh.

1> Meera tells husband she wants to work as a prostitute on streets of Mumbai at night. Husband supports and helps her get ready. They discuss rates. Mention some spicy short dresses. Then he takes her to the spot and watches her approach cars. She rides one and leaves. Next morning she returns and tells the story. Like this 2-3 days . One day she can be caught in a raid.

2 > Sophie offers Meera work in adult movie. She agrees but hides from husband lies and goes to Thailand. She first shoots with mask but after first scene she becomes bold and shows entire face to camera. Husband gets a online link.

Please see if these are useful. Then I will suggest more.

[RedDranzar]

Also for Ramesh chapter you can write that Ramesh is very rough with Meera. That slowly increases her demand for getting used and shamed. Ramesh also pimps her to his slum friends for money. Meera slowly realises that she has to become a prostitute fully.

[Sigan007]

Thank You For Unconditional Love Meera's Jounery

Reddranzer Your Suggestion Top Notch... Already I Planned But Bit Later...

First of all I Compleated Watch Man 7 Days Wife in Slum Chapter

Already I Wrote First 3 Days Of Watch Man 7 Days Wife Slum Chapters One By One Posting Soon

Thank you

[Gajakidost]

Let ramesh make his friends in the slum to fuck her thoroughly

[RedDranzar]

Thank You For Unconditional Love Meera's Jounery

Reddranzer Your Suggestion Top Notch... Already I Planned But Bit Later...

First of all I Compleated Watch Man 7 Days Wife in Slum Chapter

Already I Wrote First 3 Days Of Watch Man 7 Days Wife Slum Chapters One By One Posting Soon

Thank you

Yeah great work . Build the story slowly. Meera's transformation from a hotwife to prostitute and finally to a po**star. Eagerly waiting 

[Sigan007]

Chapter 60: Arrival at the Slum – The Single Room
The train reached the small, dimly lit station near the Rajasthan border at 11:40 PM. Meera stepped down from the general coach, her faded green cotton saree looking worn and cheap under the yellow platform lights. Her long hair was tied in a messy bun. She carried one of the old bags. Ramesh walked beside her, holding the other bag, looking proud.
**Ramesh:** (low voice) From now on, you are my wife Ayesha. Walk two steps behind me like a good wife.
**Meera:** (softly, eyes down) Yes… Husband.
They walked out of the station. The night air was cool and dusty. Ramesh hired a rickshaw. Meera sat beside him as the rickshaw moved through narrow, poorly lit roads. The area slowly changed from small houses to a crowded, poor slum lane. After 25 minutes, the rickshaw stopped in a narrow, muddy alley.
**Ramesh:** (paying the driver) This is my home. For the next 7 days, this is where you will live as my wife.
Meera looked at the small, single-room shack made of old bricks and a rusted tin roof. There was no proper door — just a torn plastic curtain. A small kerosene stove, a few dirty vessels, and a thin mattress on the mud floor were visible inside. The smell of kerosene and dampness was strong.
**Meera’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*This is where I have to live for 7 days… alone with him… in this tiny, dirty room… No family. Just him and me. I’m really going to be his wife here.*
Ramesh pulled the curtain aside and switched on a small bulb.
**Ramesh:** Welcome to your new home, Ayesha. For 7 days, this is our house. You will cook, clean, wash my clothes, and sleep with me every night. No excuses. No rich woman attitude. Understand?
**Meera:** (voice low, defeated) Yes… Husband.

**Ramesh:** Good. Now remove your saree. In this house, my wife stays naked when we are inside. No shame.
Meera slowly removed her pallu, then the entire saree. She unhooked her blouse and let it fall. Then her petticoat and panty. She stood completely naked in the small, dirty room.
**Ramesh:** (looking at her with dark satisfaction) Look at you… a rich man’s wife standing naked in a poor watchman’s room. This is your life for 7 days.
He walked around her, running his rough hands over her body — squeezing her breasts, tugging her nipples, slapping her ass lightly.
**Ramesh:** From tomorrow morning, you will wake up at 5 AM. You will make tea for me. You will clean the room. You will wash my clothes at the common tap. You will cook on the kerosene stove. And at night, you will spread your legs for your husband. You will call me “Husband” every time we are alone. Understand?
**Meera:** (whispering) Yes, Husband.
**Ramesh:** Good. Tonight is your first night as my wife. Get on the bed.
Meera lay down on the thin, dirty mattress. Ramesh climbed on top of her and pushed his cock into her pussy in one hard thrust.
**Ramesh:** (standing over her, admiring) Look at you… a rich man’s wife lying naked on a poor watchman’s dirty mattress. Your pussy is already wet. You love this, don’t you?
**Ayesha:** (whispering, ashamed) Yes, Husband… I’m wet.
**Ramesh:** (undressing, his cock hard) Say it properly. Tell me what you are.
**Ayesha:** (voice breaking) I am your cheap slum wife… your paid whore for 7 days… please use me, Husband.
**Ramesh:** Beg for it, wife. Beg your poor husband to fuck you.

**Ayesha:** (moaning softly) Please Husband… fuck your wife… fuck your cheap Indian whore… I need your cock inside me…
Ramesh pushed into her in one hard thrust, burying himself completely.
**Ayesha:** AAAAAAHHHH!!! So deep… Husband… you’re so big!!
**Ramesh:** (grunting, starting to thrust hard) That’s it… take your husband’s cock. Your real husband is sleeping peacefully in his big apartment in Mumbai. And here you are — getting fucked by an old watchman in a slum shack.
He fucked her with long, powerful strokes, the thin mattress creaking under them. The tin roof rattled with every thrust.
**Ramesh:** (slapping her breast) These big tits are mine for 7 days. Say it.
**Ayesha:** (moaning loudly) My big tits are yours, Husband… slap them… use them…
**Ramesh:** (slapping her breasts harder) Good wife. Now tell me — how does it feel to be a slum wife?
**Ayesha:** (eyes rolling back) It feels dirty… humiliating… but so good… I’m your slum wife… fuck me harder, Husband!!
Ramesh grabbed her long hair and pulled her head back, fucking her even harder.
**Ramesh:** You will cook for me tomorrow. You will wash my dirty clothes. You will spread your legs every night. You will call me Husband every time we are alone. Understand?
**Ayesha:** (crying and moaning) Yes Husband… I understand… I’m your wife… your whore… use me every day…
He flipped her onto all fours and entered her from behind, pounding her mercilessly. The small room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and Ayesha’s loud moans.
**Ramesh:** (pulling her hair) Beg for my cum, wife.
**Ayesha:** (pushing her ass back) Please Husband… cum inside me… fill your wife’s pussy… make me yours…
Ramesh groaned loudly and came deep inside her, pumping rope after rope of cum into her womb. He stayed inside her for a long time, breathing heavily.
**Ramesh:** (patting her ass) Good wife. Now clean my cock.
Ayesha turned around and took his softening cock into her mouth, cleaning him thoroughly.
**Ramesh:** (stroking her hair) Good girl. Tomorrow your real duties start. Sleep now. You will need the energy.
Ayesha lay down beside him on the thin mattress, completely naked, cum leaking from her pussy. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at the tin roof.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*I’m really here… lying naked in a slum shack… with an old watchman’s cum inside me… calling him Husband… for 7 full days. What have I become?*
Ramesh pulled her close, his hand possessively on her breast, and fell asleep. Ayesha lay awake for a long time, the weight of her decision pressing down on her.
Chapter 61: The First Morning – Water Fetching
The first morning in the slum arrived with the faint light of dawn. Ayesha woke up at 5 AM as instructed. She was still naked from the previous night, her body sore and marked. She quickly dbangd the old, faded green cotton saree around her body. The saree was thin and worn out, sitting low on her hips, exposing a wide strip of her waist and navel. The cheap black blouse was tight and short, making her breasts look bigger. No bra. No panty. She tied her long black hair into a simple, messy bun. She picked up two large plastic pots and stepped out of the small shack. The narrow alley was already waking up. A few women were heading towards the common water tap at the end of the lane. Ayesha walked behind them, carrying the heavy pots. The morning air was cool, but the ground was muddy. Her bare feet sank into the mud with every step.

At the common tap, there was already a small queue of 8-10 women from the slum. They were chatting loudly.
**Woman 1 (middle-aged, loud voice):** Arre… yeh kaun hai? Nayi ladki? (Hey… who is this? New girl?)
**Woman 2 (staring at Ayesha’s fair skin and figure):** Ramesh ki nayi biwi lagti hai. Dekho kitni sundar hai… rich ghar ki lag rahi hai. (She looks like Ramesh’s new wife. Look how beautiful she is… looks like from a rich house.)
**Woman 3 (jealous tone):** Haan yaar, Ramesh ne kaha tha kal raat uski biwi aa rahi hai. Dekho uska saree… purana hai lekin body toh maal hai. (Yes, Ramesh said his wife is coming last night. Look at her saree… it’s old but her body is hot.)
**Woman 1:** (laughing) Ramesh jaise gareeb aadmi ko itni sundar biwi kaise mili? Kya kiya hoga isne? (How did a poor man like Ramesh get such a beautiful wife? What did she do?)
**Woman 4:** (whispering loudly) Shayad rich ghar se bhag ke aayi hogi. Dekho uska chehra… bilkul shareef lag rahi hai. Ab yahan slum mein aa ke paani bhar rahi hai. (Maybe she ran away from a rich house. Look at her face… looks so innocent. Now she’s fetching water in the slum.)
**Woman 2:** (giggling) Ramesh ko raat mein mazaa aa raha hoga. Itni sundar biwi ko raat bhar chod raha hoga. (Ramesh must be enjoying at night. Fucking such a beautiful wife all night.)
The women laughed loudly. Ayesha’s face burned with shame. She kept her eyes on the ground, holding the pots tightly.
**Woman 3:** (to Ayesha directly) Kya naam hai tera? Ramesh ki biwi? (What is your name? Ramesh’s wife?)
**Ayesha:** (softly, voice trembling) Ayesha…
**Woman 1:** (laughing) Wah Ayesha! Sundar naam hai. Ramesh ne kaha tha tu rich ghar ki hai. Ab yahan paani bhar rahi hai. Kaisa feel ho raha hai? (Wow Ayesha! Nice name. Ramesh said you are from a rich house. Now you’re fetching water here. How does it feel?)
**Ayesha:** (whispering) Theek hai… (It’s okay…)

**Woman 4:** (mocking) Theek hai? Dekho uska chehra. Sharam aa rahi hai. Pehle AC room mein thi, ab slum mein aa ke tap pe line laga rahi hai. Ramesh ne kya kiya tujhe? Raat bhar chod ke thaka diya kya? (It’s okay? Look at her face. She’s ashamed. She was in an AC room before, now she’s standing in line for water in the slum. What did Ramesh do to you? Fucked you all night and tired you out?)
The women burst into loud laughter. Ayesha’s cheeks turned deep red. She felt completely exposed even though she was fully clothed. The thin saree and low hip style made her feel cheap in front of these women.
Finally, her turn came. She filled both pots with water. The pots were heavy. As she lifted them, the saree pallu slipped slightly, exposing more of her waist and the side of her breast.
**Woman 2:** (pointing) Arre dekho… uska kamar kitna patla hai. Ramesh ko mazaa aa raha hoga. (Hey look… her waist is so slim. Ramesh must be enjoying.)
Ayesha adjusted her pallu quickly and started walking back, carrying the heavy pots. Water splashed on her saree, making the thin fabric cling to her body. The women continued gossiping behind her.
**Woman 1:** (loudly) Ramesh ki biwi roz yahan aayegi. Dekhte rahenge kitna din tak yeh sundar chehra slum mein tikta hai. (Ramesh’s wife will come here every day. Let’s see how long this beautiful face lasts in the slum.)
**Woman 3:** (laughing) Haan… ek hafte mein toh iska chehra bhi hum jaise kaala pad jayega. (Yes… in one week her face will become dark like ours.)
Ayesha walked back to the small shack, tears silently rolling down her cheeks. The heavy pots made her arms ache. The gossip of the slum women echoed in her ears.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*They are laughing at me… calling me Ramesh’s new wife… a rich girl who fell into the slum. I have to live like this for 7 days… fetching water, cooking, cleaning… and at night serving him like a wife. God… what have I become?*

She reached the shack and placed the pots down. Ramesh was waiting inside.
**Ramesh:** (smiling) Good girl. You fetched water like a proper slum wife. Now come inside and make tea for your husband.
Ayesha stepped inside the tiny room, knowing her first full day as Ramesh’s slum wife had truly begun.



Chapter 62: The First Morning – The Randi’s Visit
After returning from fetching water, Ayesha’s arms were aching. Her faded green saree was wet in places from the splashed water, clinging to her body. She quickly went to the kerosene stove and started preparing tea for Ramesh.

**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*I’m really doing this… making morning tea for the man who is using me as his wife. My hands smell of the dirty pots… my body is sore from last night… and I still have 6 more days.*
She poured the tea into two old glasses and placed them on a small tray. Just as she was about to take it to Ramesh, who was sitting on the thin mattress, there was a knock on the plastic curtain.
**Ramesh:** (loudly) Aa jaa!
A woman in her late 30s entered the small room. She was Ramesh’s favorite prostitute — **Rani**. She was wearing a cheap but glamorous red saree with a very deep blouse that showed heavy cleavage, heavy makeup, bright red lipstick, and large earrings. Her saree was tied low, and she walked with a seductive sway.
**Rani:** (smiling seductively) Arre Ramesh… kaisa hai mera favorite? (Hey Ramesh… how is my favorite doing?)
**Ramesh:** (grinning widely) Rani! Aa jaa… baith. (Rani! Come… sit.)

Rani sat close to Ramesh on the mattress, her thigh touching his. Ayesha stood frozen near the stove, holding the tea tray.
**Rani:** (noticing Ayesha) Yeh kaun hai? Nayi chhokri? (Who is this? New girl?)
**Ramesh:** (proudly pulling Ayesha closer) Yeh meri nayi biwi hai… Ayesha. Is hafte yahan meri wife ban ke rahegi. (This is my new wife… Ayesha. She will stay here as my wife this whole week.)
Rani looked Ayesha up and down with a mocking smile.
**Rani:** (laughing) Wah… Ramesh, tu toh badhiya maal le aaya. Bahut sundar hai teri biwi. Rich ghar ki lag rahi hai. (Wow… Ramesh, you brought good stuff. Your wife is very beautiful. Looks like from a rich house.)
**Ayesha:** (feeling a sharp sting of jealousy, softly) Namaste…
**Rani:** (to Ayesha) Arre biwi… chai bana rahi hai? Achha hai. Apne husband ko khush rakhna. Main toh sirf raat ko aati hoon. (Hey wife… making tea? Good. Keep your husband happy. I only come at night.)
Rani took one glass of tea from the tray Ayesha was holding and sipped it, sitting very close to Ramesh.
**Rani:** (to Ramesh) Sun na… aaj raat mujra hai randi veedu mein. Bahut badiya program hai. Tu aa na. Aur apni nayi biwi ko bhi leke aa. (Listen… there’s a mujra tonight at the randi house. Very good programme. You come. And bring your new wife also.)
**Ramesh:** (excited) Mujra? Bahut din baad. Zaroor aayenge. Ayesha bhi aayegi. (Mujra? After so long. We will definitely come. Ayesha will also come.)
**Rani:** (looking at Ayesha with a sly smile) Dekhungi teri biwi ko mujra mein. Nayi biwi ko thoda dress up karna padega. Main help kar dungi. (I’ll see your wife at the mujra. You’ll have to dress up your new wife a bit. I’ll help.)
Ayesha stood there silently, jealousy burning inside her. This woman was openly flirting with Ramesh, touching his arm, and now inviting him — and her — to a prostitute house for a mujra show.
**Rani:** (to Ramesh, whispering loudly) Teri biwi ko dekh ke mera bhi mann kar raha hai. Aaj raat dono ko saath mein chod sakte hain kya? (Looking at your wife, even I’m getting in the mood. Can we fuck both together tonight?)
**Ramesh:** (laughing) Dekhte hain. Pehle mujra toh dekh lete hain. (We’ll see. First let’s watch the mujra.)
Rani finished her tea, stood up, and adjusted her deep blouse, deliberately showing more cleavage.
**Rani:** (to Ayesha) Sun biwi… apne husband ko khush rakhna. Main raat ko aaungi. Mujra ke liye ready rehna. Aur haan… thoda makeup laga lena, warna wahan sab hasenge. (Listen wife… keep your husband happy. I’ll come at night. Be ready for the mujra. And yes… put on some makeup, otherwise everyone will laugh at you there.)
Rani gave Ramesh a long kiss on the cheek and left, swaying her hips.
**Ramesh:** (smiling at Ayesha) Dekha? Meri favorite randi. Aaj raat mujra pakka. Tu bhi ready rehna, Ayesha.
**Ayesha:** (voice low, trying to hide her jealousy) Yes… Husband.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*That woman… the way she touched him, the way she talked… and now she wants to take us to a prostitute house for mujra. And she called me “biwi” like I’m nothing. I feel so jealous… but I have no right to say anything. I’m just his slum wife for 7 days.*
Ramesh pulled Ayesha onto his lap and started playing with her breasts while drinking the remaining tea. The first day as Ayesha was already becoming more humiliating than she had imagined.



Chapter 63: Market Shopping – Vegetables & Grocery

It was around 10 AM. The sun was already beating down on the slum. Ayesha had finished cleaning the small room and washing the previous night’s vessels. She was still wearing the same old faded green cotton saree, tied low on her hips, with the cheap tight black blouse. Ramesh, who had just returned from a short walk, looked at her and smiled.
**Ramesh:** Ayesha, ready ho ja. Hum market ja rahe hain. Sabzi aur ration kharidna hai. Tu meri biwi hai, toh saath mein chal. (Ayesha, get ready. We are going to the market. We need to buy vegetables and groceries. You are my wife, so come with me.)
**Ayesha:** (softly, eyes down) Ji… Husband.
She adjusted her pallu and followed Ramesh out of the shack. They walked through the narrow muddy lanes of the slum. Ayesha walked two steps behind him like an obedient wife, carrying an old cloth bag. As they reached the small local market (a crowded street with roadside vegetable carts and grocery shops), many eyes turned towards them.

**Vegetable Vendor 1 (loudly):** Arre Ramesh bhai! Aaj biwi ko saath laaya? Bahut sundar biwi hai yaar! (Hey Ramesh brother! Brought your wife today? She is very beautiful!)
**Ramesh:** (proudly, putting his hand on Ayesha’s waist) Haan bhai. Meri nayi biwi Ayesha. Is hafte yahan mere saath rahegi. (Yes brother. My new wife Ayesha. She will stay with me this week.)
**Vendor 2 (staring at Ayesha):** Wah… kya maal hai! Ramesh jaise aadmi ko itni sundar biwi kaise mili? (Wow… what a hot piece! How did a man like Ramesh get such a beautiful wife?)
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*Everyone is staring at me… talking about me like I’m some prize Ramesh won. I feel so cheap walking behind him like this.*

Ramesh stopped at a vegetable cart.
**Ramesh:** Ayesha, sabzi dekh aur select kar. Baingan, tamatar, aloo, palak… sab kuch chahiye. (Ayesha, check the vegetables and select. Brinjal, tomato, potato, spinach… we need everything.)
**Ayesha:** (softly) Ji Husband…
She bent down to check the vegetables. Her low-tied saree slipped a little, exposing more of her waist and the upper part of her hips. The vendors and nearby men noticed.
**Vendor 1:** (grinning) Arre dekho… biwi ka kamar kitna patla hai. Ramesh bhai, raat mein mazaa aa raha hoga! (Look… your wife’s waist is so slim. Ramesh brother, you must be enjoying at night!)
**Ramesh:** (laughing, slapping Ayesha’s ass lightly in public) Haan bhai, bahut mazaa aa raha hai. Yeh meri randi biwi hai ab. (Yes brother, I’m enjoying a lot. She is my whore wife now.)
**Ayesha:** (face burning, whispering) Husband… log dekh rahe hain… (Husband… people are watching…)
**Ramesh:** (loudly) Dekhne do. Tu meri biwi hai. Sabko pata hona chahiye. (Let them watch. You are my wife. Everyone should know.)
They bought vegetables. Ramesh made Ayesha bargain.
**Ayesha:** (softly to vendor) Bhaiya, yeh aloo kitne ka? (Brother, how much for these potatoes?)
**Vendor:** 40 rupaye kilo.
**Ayesha:** (hesitantly) Thoda kam kar do na… (Please reduce it a bit…)
**Vendor:** (laughing) Arre Ramesh ki biwi ho na? Tere husband ke liye 35 rupaye. (You are Ramesh’s wife, right? For your husband, 35 rupees.)
Ramesh stood behind her, his hand resting on her waist the entire time, occasionally squeezing her.

Next they went to the grocery shop.
**Ramesh:** Chawal, dal, tel, namak, sab kuch le. Meri biwi ko sab kharidna sikha. (Rice, dal, oil, salt, everything. Teach my wife how to buy.)
**Shopkeeper:** (smiling at Ayesha) Nayi biwi lagti hai. Pehle kahan thi? (Looks like new wife. Where were you before?)
**Ayesha:** (embarrassed) …Ghar pe hi thi.
**Shopkeeper:** (teasing) Ab slum mein aa ke pati ke liye kharidari kar rahi hai. Bahut achha hai. (Now you’ve come to the slum and doing shopping for your husband. Very good.)
Ramesh bought everything and made Ayesha carry two heavy bags. As they walked back through the market, more people commented.
**Old Woman (passing by):** Yeh Ramesh ki nayi biwi hai kya? Bahut sundar hai. Gareeb aadmi ko kaisi biwi mili! (Is this Ramesh’s new wife? Very beautiful. What a wife a poor man got!)
**Young Man:** (whistling softly) Lucky hai Ramesh bhai.
Ayesha walked with her head down, carrying the heavy bags, sweat forming on her forehead. Ramesh walked ahead proudly, occasionally turning back to check on her.
**Ramesh:** (when they reached a quiet spot) Ayesha, thak gayi kya? Meri biwi ko market jaana seekhna padega roz. (Ayesha, are you tired? My wife has to learn to go to the market every day.)
**Ayesha:** (softly) Haan Husband… thoda thak gayi. (Yes Husband… a little tired.)
**Ramesh:** (smiling darkly) Ghar jaake rest lena. Aur raat ko mujra ke liye ready rehna. Rani bhi aayegi.
Ayesha nodded silently, her mind filled with shame and humiliation. Carrying groceries like a real slum wife while everyone gossiped about her was far more degrading than she had imagined. They reached the small shack. Ayesha’s first market trip as Ramesh’s wife was over.

[Sigan007]

Chapter 63: Afternoon Lust – The Phone Call

After finishing the simple lunch Ayesha had prepared (rice, dal, and brinjal sabzi), Ramesh leaned back on the thin mattress, patting his stomach.
**Ramesh:** Bahut achha banaaya tha aaj, Ayesha. Ab mera pet full ho gaya. (You cooked very well today, Ayesha. My stomach is full now.)
**Ayesha:** (softly, sitting on the floor) Thank you, Husband.
Ramesh looked at her with hungry eyes. The old faded green saree was slightly messy from cooking. Sweat made the thin fabric stick to her breasts.
**Ramesh:** Ab mera biwi ko khana chahiye. Aa yahan. (Now my wife needs to be fed. Come here.)
He pulled Ayesha onto the mattress. Without wasting time, he removed her pallu and started squeezing her breasts over the cheap blouse.
**Ayesha:** (gasping) Husband… afternoon-la… abhi thoda rest
**Ramesh:** (laughing darkly) Rest? Biwi ka duty kabhi rukta nahi. (Rest? A wife’s duty never stops.)
He roughly opened her blouse, exposing her heavy breasts. He sucked hard on one nipple while pinching the other.
**Ayesha:** Ahhh… Husband… slow please…
Ramesh pushed her saree up to her waist. Since she wasn’t wearing any panty, her wet pussy was immediately visible. He rubbed his thick coc.
**Ramesh:** Dekh… kitni wet ho chuki hai meri slum wife. (Look… how wet my slum wife has become.)
He entered her in one hard thrust. Ayesha moaned loudly, gripping his shoulders.
**Ayesha:** Aaaahhh!! Husband… bahut gehraai mein jaa raha hai…

**Ramesh:** (thrusting steadily) Haan… yeh teri rich pussy ab mera hai. Har roz lunch ke baad teri chut lunga. (Yes… this rich pussy is mine now. I will fuck you every day after lunch.)
He fucked her with deep, powerful strokes. The thin mattress creaked loudly in the small room. Just as Ramesh increased his speed, Ayesha’s phone started ringing. It was kept on the side near the mattress.
**Ayesha:** (panicking, seeing the screen) Husband… Arjun calling…
**Ramesh:** (grinning wickedly, not stopping his thrusts) Pick up. Baat kar. Main ruk nahi raha. (Pick up. Talk to him. I’m not stopping.)
Ayesha’s hand trembled as she answered the call, putting it on speaker as Ramesh ordered with his eyes.
**Ayesha:** (trying to keep her voice normal, but breathing heavily) Hello… Arjun…
**Arjun:** (from the other side) Hey Meera! How are you? Reached safely? How is everything there?
Ramesh continued fucking her harder, covering her mouth with one hand to muffle her moans.
**Ayesha:** (voice shaking) Haan… reached safely… everything is… ahh… fine…
**Ramesh:** (whispering while thrusting deep) Bol… “Pooja’s family is very nice.” Aur moan mat rok. (Say… “Pooja’s family is very nice.” And don’t stop moaning.)
**Ayesha:** (moaning softly) Pooja’s family is… very nice… ahhh… they are taking good care of me…
**Arjun:** You sound a bit tired. Are you okay? What are you doing now?
Ramesh flipped Ayesha into doggy style without pulling out. He started pounding her from behind even harder. The sound of skin slapping was clearly audible.
**Ayesha:** (biting her lip hard) I’m… just… having lunch… and resting… a little… ahhh… Husband… slow…
She quickly corrected herself.
**Ayesha:** I mean… the heat is too much here…
**Arjun:** (concerned) Okay. Take rest. Call me tonight properly. I miss you.
**Ayesha:** (moaning as Ramesh hit her G-spot) I miss you too… Arjun… very much… ahhh…
Ramesh reached forward and pinched her nipples hard while continuing to fuck her mercilessly.
**Ramesh:** (whispering) Bol… “I’m getting fucked right now by my slum husband.” (Say it.)
**Ayesha:** (barely able to speak) I have to go now… Pooja is calling me… I’ll call you later… love you…
**Arjun:** Love you too. Take care.
As soon as the call ended, Ramesh grabbed her hair and pounded her violently.
**Ramesh:** (grunting) Dekha? Tera pati call kar raha tha aur main teri chut mein lund daal ke chod raha tha. (See? Your husband was calling and I was fucking your pussy with my cock.)
**Ayesha:** (crying and moaning loudly) Yes Husband… aap mujhe chod rahe the jab mera pati baat kar raha tha… I’m such a dirty wife…
**Ramesh:** (slapping her ass hard) Haan… tu meri randi biwi hai. Ab zor se bol — “Main apne pati se baat karte hue bhi apne slum husband se chud rahi hoon.”
**Ayesha:** (almost screaming in pleasure) Main… apne pati se baat karte hue… apne slum husband se chud rahi hoon… fuck me harder Husband!!
Ramesh fucked her like an animal for another ten minutes before filling her pussy with his cum. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
**Ramesh:** (patting her head) Good wife. Aaj lunch ke baad achha mazaa aaya.

Ayesha lay there exhausted, cum leaking from her pussy, tears of shame and pleasure mixing on her face.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*I spoke to my husband while another man was inside me… and I came so hard… What kind of wife am I becoming?*



Chapter 64: First Bath in the Slum
The sun had completely set. The narrow slum alley was dimly lit by a few streetlights and the glow coming from small houses. Ayesha stood inside the tiny shack, her body sticky with sweat, dust, and the remnants of the afternoon sex with Ramesh. Her faded green saree was dirty and clinging to her skin.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*I can’t stay like this anymore… I need to bathe. But there’s no bathroom inside this room. I have to go to that common area Ramesh showed me earlier. This is going to be my first time bathing in a place like this… God, please don’t let anyone see me.*
Ramesh had gone out for some work and told her to bathe before he returned. Ayesha picked up a small plastic bucket, a piece of cheap soap, and an old towel. She dbangd her pallu tightly and stepped out into the dark alley. The common bathroom area was at the end of the lane — a small, semi-open space with three broken concrete enclosures. There were no proper doors, only torn plastic sheets hanging as curtains. The floor was wet and slippery with mud. A single bulb flickered above, giving very little light. The smell of cheap soap, sewage, and dampness was strong. Ayesha looked around nervously. There was no one nearby at the moment. She quickly entered the middle enclosure and pulled the torn plastic sheet across the opening. It didn’t close fully — there was a big gap on one side.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*This is so dirty… so open. Anyone walking past can see inside. In my house in Mumbai, I had a beautiful attached bathroom with hot water. Now I’m standing in this filthy place like a real slum woman.*
She took a deep breath and started removing her clothes. First, she unwrapped the pallu and dropped the faded saree to the wet floor. Then she removed the cheap black blouse, freeing her heavy breasts with the silver piercings. Finally, she stepped out of her petticoat and torn panty. She stood completely naked in the dirty, dimly lit enclosure. The cold night air made her nipples harden instantly. She filled the bucket with water from the shared tap. The water was cold. She poured the first mug over her head. The cold water shocked her body, making her gasp.
**Ayesha:** (softly, shivering) Ahh… so cold…
She quickly soaped her body. The cheap soap smelled strong. She rubbed it over her breasts, under her arms, her flat stomach, and between her legs. The red jewel on her clit piercing gleamed as water ran over it. She washed her long black hair, bending forward, her heavy breasts hanging and swaying with the movement. Water splashed everywhere. The thin plastic curtain moved slightly with the breeze, giving occasional glimpses of her naked body to anyone who might pass by.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*This feels so humiliating… bathing naked in an open, dirty place where anyone can walk by. What if someone sees me like this? A rich man’s wife standing naked and bathing like a poor slum woman…*
She heard faint voices of women talking in the distance. Her heart beat faster. She quickly rinsed herself, pouring mug after mug of cold water over her body. The water ran down her curves, cleaning away the sweat and cum stains from the day. She took the old towel and started drying herself. First her hair, then her breasts, then between her legs. While drying, the plastic curtain moved again due to the wind, exposing her side profile for a few seconds. Luckily, no one was there at that moment. She quickly wrapped the old, thin saree around her wet body. The fabric stuck to her damp skin, clearly outlining her nipples and curves. She picked up the bucket and wet clothes and walked back to the shack, barefoot on the muddy path.

**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*This is my new reality… bathing in a filthy common area after sunset, drying myself with an old towel, wearing the same dirty saree again. I feel so low… so cheap. But I have no choice. I agreed to be his wife for 7 days.*
When she reached the shack, Ramesh had just returned. He looked at her wet hair and the way the saree clung to her body and smiled darkly.
**Ramesh:** Finished bathing, Ayesha? Looking good
**Ayesha:** (softly, eyes down) Yes… Husband.
Her first bath in the slum was over — a small but deeply humiliating experience that reminded her exactly where she stood for the next six days.
Chapter 65: Dinner & The Mujra Night
After the long and humiliating day, evening arrived in the slum. Ayesha had cooked a simple dinner — rice, dal, and the brinjal sabzi she had bought from the market. She served it on two old steel plates and placed them on the floor of the small shack. Ramesh sat on the thin mattress, legs stretched out. Ayesha knelt beside him like an obedient wife.
**Ramesh:** (smiling) Aaj khana bahut achha banaaya hai Ayesha. Tu sach mein meri achhi biwi ban rahi hai. (You cooked very well today Ayesha. You are really becoming my good wife.)
**Ayesha:** (softly, serving him more rice) Thank you, Husband.
They ate in silence for a while. Ramesh ate with his hands, occasionally feeding Ayesha a morsel from his plate like a traditional husband. Ayesha felt deeply humiliated eating from his hand on the dirty floor.
**Ramesh:** (while eating) Aaj raat mujra hai. Rani ne invite kiya tha. Tu ready rehna. Nayi biwi ko sab dekhna chahiye. (There’s a mujra tonight. Rani invited us. Be ready. My new wife should see everything.)

**Ayesha:** (nervous) What should I wear for the mujra?



The dimly lit hall in the randi veedu was filled with thick smoke from cigarettes and the smell of cheap perfume and alcohol. Red lights cast a seductive glow over everything. Around 15-20 men were sitting on cushions on the floor, drinking and cheering. Ramesh sat in the front row, pulling Ayesha close to him. Rani had gone backstage to get ready.
**Ramesh:** (whispering in Ayesha’s ear) Aaj raat tu dekh… Rani ka mujra kitna zabardast hota hai. Tu bhi seekh lena. (Tonight watch… how amazing Rani’s mujra is. You should learn too.)
Ayesha sat nervously in her deep red semi-transparent saree, her heavy makeup making her look like one of the girls working there. Her heart was beating fast. Suddenly, the music changed to a slow, sensual thumri. The lights focused on the small wooden stage. Rani entered with seductive confidence.
Rani was wearing a **deep maroon lehenga-choli** that was extremely revealing. The choli was very short and tied with thin strings at the back, barely covering her large breasts. The lehenga sat dangerously low on her hips, showing her deep navel and the start of her pubic area. Her waist was bare, and she wore heavy silver anklets, bangles, and a maang tikka. Her face had bold makeup — dark kohl, bright red lipstick, and seductive eyes.
**Rani** started moving slowly to the music. Her hips swayed sensually as she raised her hands above her head, making her breasts bounce. The thin choli strained against her chest.
**Ramesh:** (eyes fixed on Rani) Wah… dekho Ayesha… kitni hot hai meri favorite randi. (Wow… look Ayesha… how hot my favorite whore is.)
Rani locked eyes with Ramesh and smiled naughtily. She turned around, showing her deep bare back, and bent slightly, shaking her ass to the beat. The men in the audience cheered loudly.
**Men in audience:** “Wah Rani… maaro… aur tez nacho!”
Rani danced gracefully yet vulgarly — moving her hips in circles, thrusting her chest forward, and running her hands over her own body. She lifted one leg, showing her smooth thigh through the side slit of the lehenga. Her anklets jingled loudly with every step. She came closer to the front row, dancing directly in front of Ramesh and Ayesha. She turned her back to them, bent down low, and shook her ass inches away from Ramesh’s face.
**Ramesh:** (laughing and excited) Aaja Rani… mere paas aa! (Come Rani… come to me!)
Rani turned around, dropped to her knees in front of Ramesh, and crawled sensually towards him. She placed her hands on his thighs and moved her upper body, making her breasts jiggle right in front of his face.
**Rani:** (seductively, looking at Ramesh) Aaj mera favorite aaya hai… aur uski nayi biwi bhi… (My favorite has come today… and his new wife too…)
She looked at Ayesha with a mocking smile while continuing to dance. She stood up, turned, and sat on Ramesh’s lap for a moment, grinding slowly against him while still moving to the music.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*Look at her… the way she’s grinding on him… touching him so openly… and he’s enjoying it so much. I’m sitting right here as his wife, and he’s letting another woman dance on his lap. The jealousy is burning me… but I can’t say anything.*
Rani got up and continued her performance. She removed the dupatta completely, throwing it towards Ramesh. Now only the tiny choli and low lehenga remained. She danced more boldly — bending backwards, thrusting her hips, and running her hands between her legs teasingly.
The audience was going wild, throwing money on the stage. Rani picked up some notes and tucked them into her cleavage, looking at Ayesha as if challenging her.
**Rani:** (while dancing, loudly) Ramesh… teri biwi ko sikha de kaise nachna hai… main toh roz aise hi nachungi tere liye! (Ramesh… teach your wife how to dance… I will dance like this for you every day!)
Ramesh laughed and pulled Ayesha closer, his hand squeezing her breast openly.

**Ramesh:** (to Ayesha) Dekha? Rani jaise nachna seekh. Ek din tu bhi stage pe nachengi meri randi biwi ban ke. (See? Learn to dance like Rani. One day you will also dance on stage as my whore wife.)
Rani finished her performance with a final seductive pose — one hand on her hip, the other behind her head, chest pushed forward, looking directly at Ramesh with lust-filled eyes.
The entire hall erupted in applause and whistles.
Rani came down from the stage, sweating and glowing, and sat between Ramesh and Ayesha. She deliberately placed her hand on Ramesh’s thigh.
**Rani:** (breathing heavily) Kaisa laga mera mujra, biwi? (How did you like my mujra, wife?)
**Ayesha:** (jealous, voice low) Bahut… achha tha… (It was… very good…)
Ramesh laughed and kissed Rani on the cheek, then turned to Ayesha.
**Ramesh:** Aaj raat bahut mazaa aane wala hai, Ayesha. Tu ready reh.
The night was still young, and Ayesha knew her humiliation was far from over.
Chapter 67: Back Home – Rani Roleplay
It was past 2 AM when Ramesh and Ayesha returned to the small slum shack. The mujra had left Ramesh extremely horny. The moment they stepped inside and closed the torn plastic curtain, Ramesh pushed Ayesha against the wall.
**Ramesh:** (breathing heavily, eyes dark with lust) Aaj Rani ka mujra dekh ke mera lund pura khada ho gaya hai. Tu bhi dekha na uski gaand aur choochiyan kaise hil rahi thi? (Watching Rani’s mujra made my cock rock hard. You saw how her ass and tits were shaking, right?)
**Ayesha:** (nervous, voice low) Haan Husband…

**Ramesh:** (ripping her pallu down) Aaj raat tu meri Rani ban ke chudegi. Main sochunga ki tu woh randi hai. Samjhi? (Tonight you will get fucked as my Rani. I’ll imagine you are that whore. Understood?)
He pushed her onto the thin dirty mattress. Ayesha’s deep red saree was already messy. Ramesh roughly removed her blouse, exposing her heavy breasts with silver piercings.
**Ramesh:** (squeezing her tits hard) Dekh Rani… teri badi badi choochiyan. Mujra mein kitna hil rahi thi. Ab main inko chodunga. (Look Rani… your big tits. They were bouncing so much during the mujra. Now I’m going to fuck them.)
**Ayesha:** (moaning, playing along) Haan Husband… meri choochiyan aapke liye hain… chooso inko…
Ramesh sucked hard on her nipples, biting them, pulling them with his teeth. His hand went under her saree and found her wet pussy.
**Ramesh:** (rubbing her clit roughly) Kitni wet hai meri randi Rani. Mujra dance karke aayi hai aur ab lund maang rahi hai. Bol… “Main Rani hoon, aapki favorite randi.” (So wet, my whore Rani. You danced mujra and now you’re begging for cock. Say it… “I am Rani, your favorite whore.”)
**Ayesha:** (voice shaking with pleasure and shame) Main… Rani hoon… aapki favorite randi… fuck me Husband…
**Ramesh:** (pushing two thick fingers inside her) Haan… tu wohi randi hai jo stage pe gaand hila rahi thi. Ab yahan meri slum randi ban ke leti hai. (Yes… you are that same whore who was shaking her ass on stage. Now you’re lying here as my slum whore.)
He removed his lungi, his thick cock rock hard. He rubbed the head against Ayesha’s clit piercing.
**Ramesh:** (dirty growl) Dekh Rani… mera lund kitna khada hai tere liye. Teri rich biwi Ayesha ke saamne main tujhe chod raha hoon. Bol… “Mujhe apni randi samajh ke chodiye.” (Look Rani… my cock is so hard for you. I’m fucking you in front of my rich wife Ayesha. Say… “Fuck me thinking I’m your whore.”)
**Ayesha:** (moaning loudly as he pushed inside) Ahhhh… Husband… mujhe apni randi samajh ke chodiye… fuck your Rani hard…!

Ramesh started thrusting deep and fast. The small room filled with loud skin-slapping sounds.
**Ramesh:** (pounding her) Rani ki chut bahut tight hai aaj. Mujra ke baad aur bhi gili ho gayi. Teri gaand stage pe kaise hil rahi thi… ab main teri chut mein apna lund pel raha hoon. (Rani’s pussy is very tight today. Even wetter after the mujra. Your ass was shaking so much on stage… now I’m burying my cock in your cunt.)
He flipped her into doggy style, pulling her hair like reins.
**Ramesh:** (slapping her ass hard) Gaand hila Rani… jaise stage pe hilati thi. Meri randi biwi ke saamne tu mera lund le rahi hai. Bol… “Ayesha dekh, main teri jagah pe chud rahi hoon.” (Shake your ass Rani… like you did on stage. You’re taking my cock in front of my wife Ayesha. Say… “Ayesha look, I’m getting fucked in your place.”)
**Ayesha:** (pushing her ass back, moaning) Ayesha dekh… main teri jagah pe chud rahi hoon… Husband ki favorite randi Rani ban ke… ahhh… harder… fuck your Rani!!
Ramesh fucked her mercilessly, slapping her ass red, pulling her hair, and talking dirty non-stop.
**Ramesh:** (grunting) Rani… teri choochiyan, teri gaand, teri chut… sab mera hai. Main tujhe roz chodunga. Ayesha sirf mera biwi ka naam hai… asli randi tu hi hai. (Rani… your tits, your ass, your pussy… everything is mine. I will fuck you every day. Ayesha is just my wife in name… the real whore is you.)
He reached around and rubbed her clit piercing while pounding her.
**Ayesha:** (crying out in pleasure) Haan Husband… main aapki randi hoon… Rani ban ke chud rahi hoon… mujhe aur zor se chodiye…!
Ramesh finally groaned loudly and came deep inside her, filling her pussy with thick cum. He stayed buried inside her for a long time, breathing heavily.
**Ramesh:** (patting her ass) Bahut achha chudi aaj meri Rani. Kal bhi aise hi chudegi. (You got fucked very well today, my Rani. Tomorrow also you will get fucked like this.)
Ayesha collapsed on the mattress, cum leaking from her pussy, body covered in sweat. Ramesh pulled her close possessively.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*He was imagining Rani while fucking me… calling me by her name… comparing me to that prostitute… and I came so hard. I feel so dirty… so jealous… but so used.* The night continued with Ramesh’s lust far from satisfied.



Chapter 68: Video Call During Sex
Ramesh was still buried deep inside Ayesha, breathing heavily after his first orgasm. But he wasn’t done. He flipped her onto her back again, spread her legs wide, and pushed back inside her cum-filled pussy in one smooth thrust.
**Ramesh:** (grunting) Rani… teri chut ab bhi tight hai. Main abhi rukne wala nahi. Aaj raat pura teri chut chodunga. (Rani… your pussy is still tight. I’m not stopping now. Tonight I’m going to fuck your cunt completely.)
**Ayesha:** (moaning loudly, legs wrapped around him) Ahhh… Husband… fuck your Rani… harder… please…
Ramesh started pounding her again with long, deep strokes. The thin mattress creaked loudly. Just as Ayesha was losing herself in the rough sex, her phone started ringing on the side of the mattress. It was a **video call from Sophia**.
**Ayesha:** (panicking, eyes wide) Husband… Sophia calling… Video call!
**Ramesh:** (not slowing down even for a second, grinning wickedly) Pick up. Baat kar. Main ruk nahi raha. Teri friend ko dikhade ki tu kaisa chud rahi hai. (Pick up. Talk to her. I’m not stopping. Show your friend how you’re getting fucked.)
Ayesha’s hand trembled as she reached for the phone. Ramesh continued thrusting hard, making her breasts bounce wildly. She answered the video call, holding the phone up with one hand while trying to keep her face somewhat composed.

**Sophia:** (on video, smiling brightly) Hey Meera! Finally! How are you, babe? I’ve been waiting for your call. Maldives ke baad se baat hi nahi hui properly.
Ayesha’s face was flushed, her breathing heavy. Ramesh was fucking her steadily, his thick cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
**Ayesha:** (trying to sound normal, voice shaky) H-Hey Sophia… I’m… ahh… I’m good… How are you?
**Sophia:** You sound a bit out of breath. Are you working out or something?
Ramesh smirked and increased his speed. He grabbed one of Ayesha’s breasts and squeezed it hard, pinching the pierced nipple.
**Ayesha:** (biting her lip to suppress a moan) Y-Yeah… just… doing some… exercise… ahhh… in the room…
**Ramesh:** (whispering dirty while thrusting deep) Bol… “Main abhi apne slum husband se chud rahi hoon.” (Say… “I’m getting fucked by my slum husband right now.”)
**Sophia:** Exercise at this time? Anyway, tell me about the wedding. How is everything? Are you enjoying with your friends?
**Ayesha:** (voice breaking as Ramesh hit her G-spot) It’s… ahh… good… The wedding is… beautiful… Everyone is… taking good care of me… Fuck…
**Ramesh:** (quietly, pounding harder) Louder moan kar. Aur bol ki tu kitni wet hai.
**Ayesha:** (moaning softly, unable to control) Sophia… I’m… really tired… from all the… functions… ahhh… yes…
**Sophia:** (concerned but smiling) You okay? Your face looks really red. And why are you moving so much? Is there an earthquake there or what?
Ramesh grabbed Ayesha’s hips and started fucking her with brutal force. The sound of skin slapping was loud enough that Sophia might hear it.

**Ayesha:** (gasping, eyes rolling back) No… no earthquake… just… the bed is… a bit shaky… ahhh… Husband… slow please…
**Ramesh:** (whispering) Bol Sophia ko ki tu abhi bhi Maldives style mein enjoy kar rahi hai.
**Ayesha:** (barely holding the phone steady) Sophia… I’m… still enjoying… like in Maldives… but… different… ahhh… so deep…
**Sophia:** (laughing) You sound so weird. Anyway, I called because I wanted to show you something. Wait, let me switch camera.
Sophia turned the camera to show her own room. Meanwhile, Ramesh pulled Ayesha’s legs over his shoulders and went even deeper.
**Ayesha:** (almost crying in pleasure) Sophia… you look… great… I have to go soon… something urgent came up… ahhh… fuck…
**Ramesh:** (grunting softly) Tell her you’re getting fucked right now.
**Ayesha:** (moaning) Sophia… I’m… getting fucked so hard right now… by my… Husband… I’m his slut… ahhhh!!
**Sophia:** (shocked, eyes wide) Meera?! What the hell?! Are you serious right now?!
**Ayesha:** (unable to stop moaning as Ramesh fucked her mercilessly) Yes… I’m… getting fucked… while talking to you… He’s inside me… so deep… I’m his slum wife… ahhh… I’m cumming!!
Ayesha came hard on Ramesh’s cock, her body shaking violently. Ramesh groaned and filled her pussy with another load of cum while she was still on the video call.
**Ramesh:** (loud enough for Sophia to hear) Good whore… take my cum.
**Ayesha:** (panting, phone still on) Sophia… I’ll call you later… sorry…
She quickly ended the call and dropped the phone. Ramesh collapsed on top of her, still buried deep inside.
**Ramesh:** (laughing darkly) Dekha? Teri friend ke saamne bhi chudi tu. Ab pura sach pata chal gaya usko. (See? You got fucked in front of your friend. Now she knows the whole truth.)
**Ayesha:** (exhausted, covered in sweat and cum) Yes Husband… I’m your dirty whore…
She lay there completely broken, cum leaking out of her, mind spinning from the humiliation of talking to Sophia while being fucked by Ramesh.

Chapter 69: The Midnight Confession Call

Ramesh had fucked Ayesha hard for nearly an hour after the mujra. Exhausted from the long day and intense sex, he finally collapsed on the thin dirty mattress, breathing heavily. Within minutes, he was fast asleep, snoring loudly, one hand still possessively on Ayesha’s naked breast. Ayesha lay awake beside him, completely naked, cum leaking from her pussy onto the mattress. Her body was sore, her mind spinning. After almost 20 minutes, she quietly reached for her phone. She wanted to talk to Sophia. She quickly wrapped the old, torn faded green cotton saree around her body — the same cheap saree she had been wearing all day. The blouse was tight, with missing buttons, her cleavage and navel clearly visible. Her hair was messy, her makeup smudged, and she looked every bit the tired slum wife. She stepped out of the shack into the dark alley, sat on a small broken stool near the wall, and called Sophia on video call.
The call connected.
**Sophia:** (screen lights up, shocked expression) Meera?! Oh my god… what the hell happened to you?! You look… completely different!
**Ayesha:** (voice tired and low) Sophia… I’m sorry for earlier… I had to call you.

**Sophia:** (eyes wide, leaning closer to the screen) Meera… what are you wearing? That saree looks so old and torn… and your hair… your face… where are you? This doesn’t look like any wedding house!
**Ayesha:** (looking down, ashamed) I’m… in a slum, Sophia. A small, dirty single-room shack. This is where I’m staying for the next 7 days.
**Sophia:** (shocked) Slum?! What the fuck?! Why?! Tell me everything right now. And why were you moaning like that during the previous call? Was someone…?
**Ayesha:** (tears forming in her eyes) Yes… Ramesh was fucking me while I was talking to you. He didn’t stop even when Arjun called earlier. He made me talk to both of you while he was inside me.
**Sophia:** (completely stunned) Ramesh?! The watchman?! Meera… what is going on? Start from the beginning. Don’t hide anything.
**Ayesha:** (voice breaking) After we came back from Maldives… the watchman Ramesh saw me naked on the CCTV when I came home from the car. He recorded everything. He’s blackmailing me with that video. He said if I don’t obey him, he’ll send it to Arjun, our families, and the society group.
**Sophia:** (angry and shocked) That bastard! And you didn’t tell Arjun?!
**Ayesha:** (crying softly) No… I couldn’t. Arjun already accepted so much. If he sees that video… our marriage might break. So I agreed to be Ramesh’s wife for 7 days. I lied to Arjun saying I’m at Pooja’s cousin’s wedding near Jaipur. Now I’m here… living as his slum wife.
**Sophia:** (still in disbelief) Living as his wife?! In a slum?! Meera… look at yourself. You’re dressed like a cheap servant. Your saree is torn… your blouse is almost open. And you just got fucked by him while talking to me?!
**Ayesha:** (nodding, voice dirty and broken) Yes… he fucked me so hard today. Afternoon mein lunch ke baad usne mujhe call pe chod diya. Abhi bhi uska cum meri chut mein hai. Main usko “Husband” bolke chud rahi hoon. He even made me roleplay as his favorite prostitute Rani while fucking me.
**Sophia:** (speechless for a moment) Fuck… Meera… you’re really doing this? You’re letting that old dirty watchman use you like a whore in a slum? Does he make you cook, clean, everything?
**Ayesha:** (whispering) Yes… morning mein paani bharne gayi thi common tap pe. Sab auratein mujhe dekh ke gossip panninaanga. “Ramesh ki nayi biwi rich ghar se aayi hai” nu solli hasinaanga. Market poi vegetables vaanginen. Sab log paathu comment panninaanga. Night-la mujra veedu poi Rani oda dance paathen. Appuram veetuku vanthu Rani roleplay panni enna hard ah oothaan.
**Sophia:** (both shocked and a little aroused) God… you’re living like a real low-class whore. And Arjun still doesn’t know anything? You’re lying to him every day while this old man is using your body?
**Ayesha:** (crying) I know it’s wrong… but I’m scared. Every day he fucks me multiple times. Morning, afternoon, night. He calls me Ayesha and treats me like his personal randi. Today he made me talk to you while he was deep inside me. I came so hard while talking to you, Sophia… I feel so dirty.
**Sophia:** (softly) Meera… you need to tell Arjun. This is getting too dangerous. But… I understand why you’re scared. Just… be careful. And call me every day. I want to know everything that happens to you there.
**Ayesha:** (nodding) I will… I needed to tell someone. I feel so alone here. This shack… this dirty mattress… sleeping naked with him every night… it’s breaking me. But at the same time… my body is betraying me. I’m getting wet even when he humiliates me.
**Sophia:** (sighing) You’re really deep in this now. Stay strong. And please… don’t let it destroy your marriage with Arjun. I’m here if you need anything.
**Ayesha:** Thank you, Sophia… I’ll call you again soon. Good night.
She ended the call and wiped her tears. She looked at the small dirty shack where Ramesh was sleeping. She took a deep breath and went back inside, lying down beside him.

Her secret life as Ayesha — the slum wife — was becoming heavier with every passing hour.


**To be continued...**

[desiass]

This is a super narration, wow the murja dance is very teasing hopefully our heroine will also participate eventually

[fuckandforget]

She is enjoying ramesh cock more than her wimp husband cock. She should show it to her cucky husband

[RedDranzar]

I think Sophia next role in story going forward should be to motivate her to degrade herself more and break boundaries. Because Meera is confused in lust what she wants to do and also afraid thinking of husband , society. So Sophia should encourage her to bring out the TRUE slutty Meera and be adventurous even if it eventually destroys her marriage and defamed her in society.

[RedDranzar]

Also as the story progresses more Meera should also stop caring about marriage and husband. Her dresses should become more bold returning home. She can start smoking.

[rajumehat]

Superb update please continue

[RedDranzar]

Hi Author

Can you please give a one or two liner precap and when the update is expected.

[ramesh_kumar]

Excellent story plz continue

[justafantasydear]

Wow.. good story .. she played with fire ..now deserve it... Hope ramesh adjust with her well.

[Sigan007]

Chapter 70: Day 2 – Morning Humiliation
The faint light of dawn crept into the small slum shack through the torn plastic curtain. Ramesh was still snoring loudly on the thin dirty mattress, one arm thrown over Ayesha’s naked body.
**Ayesha** slowly opened her eyes. Her body was sore from the previous night’s rough sex. Cum had dried on her thighs. She gently moved Ramesh’s hand and sat up.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*Day 2… already. Yesterday felt like a nightmare. Today I have to wake up early, dress like a cheap slum wife, and go out again. Everyone will see me as Ramesh’s keep.*
She quietly got up. Ramesh stirred and opened his eyes.
**Ramesh:** (sleepy but commanding) Ayesha… 5 o’clock aaguthu. Dress panni paani eduthu va. (Ayesha… it’s 5 o’clock. Get dressed and fetch water.)
**Ayesha:** (softly) Ji Husband…
She picked up the old, faded dark green cotton saree from the corner. It was the same one she had worn yesterday — thin, worn out at the edges, with small holes. She wore the cheap, tight black blouse with two buttons missing. Then the old yellowed inskirt. No bra. No panty. She tied the saree very low on her hips, exposing a wide strip of her soft waist and deep navel. Her long black hair was tied in a messy, unkempt bun. She looked at herself in the small broken mirror. She looked exactly like a poor man’s keep.
**Ramesh:** (watching her) Nalla irukku. Ipdi than en keep maari irukkanum. (Looks good. You should look exactly like my keep.)
Ayesha picked up two plastic pots and stepped out into the narrow muddy alley.
At the common water tap, the usual group of slum women were already there. As soon as Ayesha joined the queue, the gossip started loudly.

**Woman 1 (middle-aged, loud):** Arre dekho… Ramesh ki rakhel aa gayi! (Hey look… Ramesh’s keep has come!)
**Woman 2:** (laughing) Haan yaar, kal hi dekha. Rich ghar ki ladki hai yeh. Ab Ramesh jaise buddhe ki rakhel ban ke paani bhar rahi hai. (Yes, saw her yesterday. She’s from a rich house. Now she’s become the keep of an old man like Ramesh and fetching water.)
**Woman 3:** (staring at Ayesha’s exposed waist) Dekho uska kamar… kitna patla hai. Ramesh raat bhar isko chodta hoga. (Look at her waist… so slim. Ramesh must be fucking her all night.)
**Ayesha** stood silently, eyes down, face burning with shame. She clutched the pots tightly.
**Woman 1:** (directly to Ayesha) Kya naam hai tera? Ramesh ki rakhel? (What is your name? Ramesh’s keep?)
**Ayesha:** (softly) Ayesha…
**Woman 4:** (mocking) Ayesha! Sundar naam hai. Pehle kahan thi? AC room mein? Ab yahan slum mein Ramesh ke liye paani bhar rahi hai. Kaisa feel hota hai rakhel ban ke? (Ayesha! Nice name. Where were you before? In an AC room? Now fetching water for Ramesh in the slum. How does it feel to be a keep?)
**Woman 2:** (giggling) Ramesh jaise gareeb aur buddhe aadmi ke liye itni sundar rakhel. Raat bhar uska lund choosti hogi. (Such a beautiful keep for a poor old man like Ramesh. She must be sucking his cock all night.)
**Woman 3:** (laughing) Dekho uska chehra… sharam se laal ho gaya. Kal raat mujra veedu se aayi thi na? Rani ke saath? (Look at her face… red with shame. She came from the mujra house with Rani last night, right?)
**Woman 1:** (teasing) Ramesh ki rakhel ban ke kitna mazaa aa raha hai? Bol na… raat mein kitni baar chudti hai? (How much fun are you having as Ramesh’s keep? Tell us… how many times does he fuck you at night?)
Ayesha’s eyes filled with tears. She kept silent.

**Woman 4:** (loudly) Chup kyun hai? Shame aa rahi hai kya? Rich ghar ki ladki ab slum ki rakhel ban gayi. Roz yahan aana padega paani bharne. Hum sab dekhenge. (Why are you quiet? Feeling ashamed? A rich girl has become a slum keep. You’ll have to come here every day to fetch water. We’ll all watch.)
The women continued laughing and gossiping as Ayesha filled the pots. Water splashed on her saree, making the thin fabric stick to her breasts and thighs.
**Woman 2:** (pointing) Dekho… blouse mein nipples dikhte hain. Ramesh ne bra pehenne nahi diya kya? (Look… her nipples are visible through the blouse. Didn’t Ramesh let her wear a bra?)
Ayesha lifted the heavy pots and started walking back, tears rolling down her cheeks. The women’s loud laughter and dirty comments followed her.
**Woman 1:** (shouting behind her) Kal bhi aaegi na Ramesh ki rakhel? Hum intezaar karenge! (You’ll come tomorrow too, Ramesh’s keep? We’ll be waiting!)
Ayesha reached the shack, placed the pots down, and wiped her tears. Ramesh was waiting inside.
**Ramesh:** (smiling) Paani laayi? Achha. Ab chai bana. Aur jo auratein boli unko bhool mat. Tu meri rakhel hi hai ab. (Brought water? Good. Now make tea. And don’t forget what the women said. You are my keep now.)
**Ayesha:** (voice broken) Ji… Husband.
Her second day as Ramesh’s slum wife had begun with heavy public humiliation.



Chapter 72: First Day at Work – Village President’s House
It was the morning of Day 2. Ayesha woke up at 5 AM as usual. Ramesh was still sleeping. She quietly made tea, served it for him, and then started getting ready for her first day of work at the Village President’s house. She wore the old faded dark green cotton saree, neatly dbangd but still low on her hips. She paired it with a simple, modest black blouse, inskirt, bra, and panty. Her long black hair was combed with a center part and tied in a neat, tight bun. She put a small bindi and simple earrings. She looked like a typical, respectable village wife.
**Ramesh:** (watching her) You look decent. This is how my wife should look when going for work. Remember, you are going there to earn money for your husband. Come back by 1 PM and tell me everything.
**Ayesha:** Yes, Husband.
She took a small cloth bag and walked to the President’s house, which was about 20 minutes away. The big tiled house with a compound wall looked rich compared to the slum. She knocked on the gate. The President’s wife opened it.
**President’s Wife:** You are on time. Good. Come inside, Ayesha.
**Ayesha:** Good morning, Madam.
**President’s Wife:** From today you will work here from 8 AM to 1 PM. First, clean the living room and the two bedrooms. Then help in the kitchen. After that, wash the vessels and bring water if needed. Understood?
**Ayesha:** Yes, Madam. I will do it properly.
The President’s wife showed her where the cleaning materials were kept. Ayesha started her work. She swept the floors, dusted the furniture, and mopped the rooms. The house was much cleaner and bigger than the slum shack, which made her feel the difference even more.
**President’s Wife:** (watching her work) You seem well-mannered. Where are you from originally?
**Ayesha:** I am from a small town, Madam. I came here after marriage.
**President’s Wife:** Ramesh is your husband? He is a watchman, right? How did a girl like you marry him?
**Ayesha:** (feeling ashamed) It just happened, Madam.
**President’s Wife:** Anyway, do your work properly. I don’t like lazy people.

Ayesha continued working. She helped in the kitchen — cutting vegetables, washing rice, and assisting with cooking. The President’s wife and her daughter kept giving her instructions.
**President’s Daughter:** (looking at Ayesha) You look beautiful. Why are you working as a maid?
**Ayesha:** (softly) We need money, Madam.
**President’s Wife:** (to her daughter) She is Ramesh’s wife. They are poor. Let her work. Ayesha, now wash all the vessels and clean the kitchen floor.
Ayesha washed the vessels carefully. Her hands became wet and wrinkled. The old saree got a little dirty from the work. By 12:30 PM, she had finished most of the tasks.
**President’s Wife:** You worked well today. Here is your 300 rupees. Come tomorrow at 8 AM sharp. Don’t be late.
**Ayesha:** Thank you, Madam.
She took the money and walked back to the slum shack. Her body was tired from the physical work. When she reached home, Ramesh was waiting.
**Ramesh:** How was your first day? Did you earn money?
**Ayesha:** Yes, Husband. I cleaned the house, helped in the kitchen, and washed the vessels. Madam gave me 300 rupees.
**Ramesh:** (smiling, taking the money) Good. This is how my wife should support me. Tomorrow also you will go. Now make lunch for your husband.
Ayesha nodded and went to the kerosene stove to cook. The reality of her new life — working as a maid during the day and serving Ramesh as his slum wife at night — was sinking in deeper.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*From a comfortable life to cleaning someone else’s house for money… I am really becoming a servant wife. But I have no choice. This is what I agreed to.*
Her second day of work as Ramesh’s wife had begun.



Chapter 73: After Lunch – Ayesha’s Mouth Service

After finishing the simple lunch Ayesha had prepared, Ramesh leaned back on the thin dirty mattress, patting his full stomach. The small slum shack was hot and stuffy in the afternoon.
**Ramesh:** Bahut achha banaaya tha aaj, Ayesha. Ab mera biwi ko mera lund chusna chahiye. (You cooked very well today, Ayesha. Now my wife should suck my cock.)
**Ayesha:** (softly, kneeling in front of him) Yes, Husband…
Ramesh opened his lungi and pulled out his thick, semi-hard cock. It was already starting to swell.
**Ramesh:** Come here, my cheap slum whore. Use that pretty mouth of yours. Show your husband how much you love sucking cock.
Ayesha moved closer on her knees. She looked up at him with submissive eyes as she wrapped her soft hand around his thick shaft. She slowly stroked him, feeling it grow harder in her grip.
**Ramesh:** (moaning) That’s it, my dirty little wife. Stroke your husband’s big cock. Look how hard it’s getting for you.
Ayesha leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock, then ran her tongue along the underside from balls to tip.
**Ayesha:** (whispering) Your cock is so thick, Husband… I love sucking it…
She opened her mouth and took the head inside, sucking gently while her tongue swirled around it. Ramesh groaned and put his hand on her head, guiding her.
**Ramesh:** Deeper, you fucking slut. Take more of your husband’s cock. You are not Meera anymore. You are my personal cock-sucking whore Ayesha.
Ayesha pushed her head down, taking more of his thick cock into her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed her head slowly at first, then faster, making wet slurping sounds that filled the small room.
**Ramesh:** (groaning loudly) Fuck yes… suck it like the cheap randi you are. Your rich husband doesn’t know his wife is on her knees sucking a poor watchman’s dirty cock in a slum shack. You love this, don’t you?
**Ayesha:** (pulling off for a second, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock) Yes Husband… I love sucking your cock… I’m your dirty slum whore… use my mouth however you want…
She took him deep again, gagging slightly as his cock hit the back of her throat. Tears formed in her eyes, but she didn’t stop. She sucked him eagerly, her head moving up and down, her tongue working the underside.
**Ramesh:** (holding her head with both hands, fucking her mouth) Good whore… choke on it. Take every inch. Your throat is made for my cock. Suck it harder, my cock-hungry slut.
Ayesha moaned around his cock, the vibrations making Ramesh groan louder. She used one hand to stroke the base while sucking the head, then took him all the way down again.
**Ramesh:** (breathing heavily) Look at you… on your knees in this dirty room, sucking cock like a professional randi. Your pussy is probably dripping right now. You get wet when I use your mouth, don’t you, my filthy wife?
**Ayesha:** (nodding, mouth full) Mmm-hmm…
Ramesh started face-fucking her faster, holding her head in place while thrusting into her mouth.
**Ramesh:** That’s my good little cock-sucker. Take it all. I’m going to fill your throat with my cum. Swallow every drop like the obedient slum wife you are.
Ayesha’s eyes watered as she took his rough face-fucking. Her saliva dripped down her chin onto her blouse. She kept sucking eagerly, hollowing her cheeks, desperate to please him.
**Ramesh:** (groaning loudly) I’m cumming… take it all, you fucking whore!

He pushed deep into her throat and exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down her throat. Ayesha swallowed as much as she could, some leaking from the corners of her mouth. Ramesh kept his cock in her mouth until he was completely drained. He finally pulled out, a string of cum and saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
**Ramesh:** (patting her head) Good girl. Clean it properly.
Ayesha licked and sucked his softening cock clean, making sure not a drop was wasted.
**Ramesh:** (smiling darkly) You are becoming a perfect cock-sucking wife. Now go make tea for your husband.
Ayesha wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up, her lips swollen and her eyes watery. She went to the stove to make tea, cum still on her tongue.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*I just sucked his cock like a whore after lunch… swallowed everything while he called me his filthy slum randi… and I’m getting wet again. What have I become?*

Chapter 74: Shopping with Rani – Slutty Clothes & Mujra Dress

It was the afternoon of Day 2. Ramesh had gone out for some work. Rani came to the small slum shack wearing a tight salwar that showed her curves. She looked at Ayesha with a mischievous smile.
**Rani:** Ayesha, get ready. We are going shopping. Ramesh told me to buy you some nice clothes for the mujra and daily wear. You can’t always wear these old sarees like a poor housewife.
**Ayesha:** (nervous) But… I don’t have money.
**Rani:** (laughing) Don’t worry, Ramesh gave me money. Come, let’s make you look like a proper randi wife.
Ayesha changed into a simple saree and followed Rani. They took an auto to a cheap but crowded local market known for revealing clothes. The market was full of bright, cheap sarees, blouses, and lingerie shops.
Rani pulled Ayesha into a small shop that sold very revealing clothes.
**Rani:** (to the shopkeeper) Show us the sluttiest sarees and blouses you have. My friend here needs to dress like a hot wife for her husband.
The shopkeeper smiled and brought out several options.
**Rani:** (holding a transparent black saree) This one is good. Very thin. Your nipples will be clearly visible when you wear it. Try it.
**Ayesha:** (embarrassed) Rani… this is too revealing…
**Rani:** (teasing) Shut up. You are Ramesh’s wife now. You have to dress like his randi. Go try it.
Ayesha went behind a small curtain and changed. When she came out, the black saree was almost see-through. Her bra was clearly visible, and the saree was tied extremely low, showing her entire waist and the top of her hips.
**Rani:** (smiling) Perfect. Your body looks so hot in this. Ramesh will fuck you the moment he sees you. Now try this blouse.
She gave Ayesha a very short, backless red blouse with deep neck.
**Ayesha:** (looking at herself in the mirror) I look like a prostitute…
**Rani:** (laughing) That’s the point. You are his prostitute wife. Buy this.
They bought 3 transparent sarees, 4 extremely short and deep blouses, and a set of cheap but sexy lingerie (red and black).
Next, Rani took her to another shop for Mujra dance dresses.
**Rani:** For mujra, you need something special.
She picked a **deep maroon lehenga-choli set**. The choli was tiny, tied with thin strings at the back, barely covering Ayesha’s breasts. The lehenga was very low-waisted with side slits that went almost to the waist.

**Rani:** Try this.

Ayesha changed. When she came out, the lehenga sat dangerously low, showing her hips and the red thong Rani made her wear. The choli was so tight and short that most of her breasts were visible from the sides.
**Rani:** (clapping) Wah… you look like a professional mujra dancer. Ramesh will go crazy when he sees you dance in this.
**Ayesha:** (looking at herself, ashamed) I can’t wear this in public…
**Rani:** (teasing) You will. One day Ramesh will make you dance for him and his friends. Now let’s buy some makeup also — dark kohl, bright red lipstick, and heavy bangles.
They bought everything. Rani paid with the money Ramesh gave her.
On the way back in the auto, Rani put her hand on Ayesha’s thigh.
**Rani:** Now you have proper randi clothes. From tomorrow, you will start wearing them for Ramesh. And soon, I will teach you how to dance like me.
**Ayesha:** (quietly) Yes, Rani…
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*I just bought slutty clothes and a mujra dress… I’m slowly turning into exactly what Ramesh and Rani want — a cheap whore wife. I feel so ashamed… but my body is getting excited thinking about wearing them.*
They reached the shack. Ramesh was waiting.
**Ramesh:** (seeing the bags) Good. Show me what you bought.
Rani and Ayesha started showing the clothes. Ramesh’s eyes lit up with lust. The shopping trip had made Ayesha’s transformation even more complete.