Adultery Adventures of Working Wife

[shruti.sharma4]

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I felt bad for Baban. And I also had sympathy for Baban. As he had not met with his family for six years.

After Baban went without fucking me . I was just alone relaxing on the bed. I was thinking about Baban's situation and a kinky idea came to me .


(Amruta talking to herself)
Maybe I can accompany Baban as his wife?

Just this thought made me wet.

But how can I live in village? I have never lived in a village? And I don't even look like a poor housewife. I wear all these fancy dresses and designer sarees.

I have lived my whole life in comfortable houses. In villages people still don't have toilets. How can I manage if I decide to go as Baban's wife?
(Self talk ends)



I was feeling really turned on by just thinking about the scenario.

And the opportunity to fulfill the fantasy had come at the perfect time. As my husband Arun was out of country and I was without job. So there was nothing to worry about.

The thought of living as someone else's wife that too in a village was making me more and more horny .

So I decided to tell Baban about my plan when he comes back at night.

But Baban didn't come at night.

Next morning I called Baban but his phone was switched off.

So I decided to go down and check on him.

So I went to down but it was Abdul.

Abdul was a friend of Baban and he used to work in place Baban whenever Baban was busy. Abdul was dark skinned man
in his early 40's.

I went to Abdul and asked him about Baban.

Abdul - I don't know memsaab , he didn't tell me anything .

Baban mostly used to sleep in the society store room . But he had his home somewhere which I didn't knew.

Amruta - You know where he lives?

Abdul was a little surprised. Maybe he was thinking why I need to visit a poor watchman's house.

But he gave me the address.

Baban's house was in the slums. Baban had never told me about it .

So decided to go there. I booked a cab and told the driver the address. He was a bit surprised hearing the address.

The cab driver once again confirmed the address.

After half an hour I reached the location. I could only see small and dirty lanes .



People around me were looking at me as if I was an alien. People were openly checking me out.

I was just wearing a pink saree with sleeveless and backless blouse. I could see people looking hungrily at my ass. But I wasn't bothey by it. In fact I was enjoying it.





I couldn't find the exact address. All the houses were small and  similar. Calling those huts as houses was an exaggeration. There was foul smell everywhere.

I asked a guy about the address . He was  in his early 20's . First he checked me out. Then he asked me to walk ahead and he was guiding me from behind. I
knew he was checking out my ass.


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Then he took me through small lanes and asked me to stop infront of a small shack.



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It was small shack beside an open drainage . I felt like vomiting but I controlled myself.

I knocked on the door. And Baban opened the door.

He was genuinely surprised to see me at his house .

Baban - Madamji ,how come you are here?
He said standing at the door.

Amruta - First let me come inside .

Baban - Sorry Madamji
And he asked me to come inside .

I went inside Baban's house. It wasn't a house per say. It was just a small room with no amenities whatsoever.

It just had a small bed and a table fan. And there was toilet nearby .



Baban offered me some water. He looked tired and depressed.

Baban - Madamji, Why you came here?

Amruta - What option I had ? You were not picking your phone.

Baban - Madamji I was not in a mood to talk to anybody.

Amruta - I have a solution for all your problems.
I said smiling.

Baban - How is that possible madam?

Amruta  - I will accompany you as your wife.

Baban - Memsaab but how is that possible?

Amruta - Whats the problem?

Baban - How can you live in village and that too for 8 days?
You have grown up with all comforts. You will not be able to live there.

Amruta - You don't worry about me. I will manage.
I said confidently.

Baban - Madamji saying it here is easy but it will be difficult in real life.

Amruta - I will be fine. Don't worry about me.
I said assertively.

Baban - But Madamji u don't even look like a poor married woman. You look so beautiful that no one will believe that you are my wife. Look at me and look at yourself. You wear these expensive clothes and jewellery.


Amruta - I have a solution for that. We will buy some cheap sarees and imitation jewellery.

Baban now looked a little hopeful.  

Baban - Madamji but are u really serious ?

I took a deep breath and said yes.

Amruta - Do you know where should I get cheap  sarees and other stuff?

Baban - yes madam . There is a nearby Bazaar. Most of the people from my area go there.

But you will also have to change the way you speak.

I have told my parents that my wife is also a servant and she washes clothes, utensils.

You will also have to speak differently.


Amruta - I was a pretty good actor in my college days. I will manage.
I said confidently.

I was feeling really awkward in that small place.

So me and Baban decide to go shopping for the stuff which I needed.

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At the market

There were small shops in narrow lanes.
I could see people looking at me hungrily. But Baban was with me so nobody tried doing anything.

We went to a saree shop first. So I asked him to show the cheapest sarees. The fabric was really thin. Meanwhile the shopkeeper was looking at me puzzled. Maybe he was wondering why I was buying cheap sarees. I selected 5 sarees quickly and paid the money.

I then bought green glass bangles similar to what my kaamwali had.

I also bought some cheap imitation jewellery.

Now I had to stitch blouses. I couldn't go to my fancy taylor with these sarees.

So Baban knew a taylor shop nearby. So we went there. It was a really small place.

The tailor was a old man in his 60's . He was wearing a skull cap and had a characteristic long beard. He also had a tape around his neck.




Baban got a call . It was something important. So Baban said he will be back in 30 minutes. He asked me to wait there and went away.


So it was me and the tailor guy in that shop. It seemed he worked alone there.

I gave him the sarees and he then cut the blouse pieces from it. He was glancing at my body in between. He looked a bit surprised seeing a woman like me in his small shop.

Now it was time for measurements. The place which I used to stitch my blouse had women to take measurements.

But here this old man was doing all the work. There was a cabin like arrangement with curtains to do the measurements.

So the tailor guy asked me to come inside to take measurements. The cabin was like a telephone booth with walls on three sides and curtain as a cover. After I went inside he slid the curtain.

Tailor - Madam remove the pallu so that I can take measurements.

So I removed my pallu.

His eyes lit up seeing my huge boobs and cleavage. I could sense the bulge in his pants.

Then he started taking measurements. He was intentionally fondling my boobs over my blouse . As I didn't object he was getting bolder. After fondling my boobs in guise of taking measurements he noted down.

I was enjoying all of this.

Amruta - Uncle stitch the blouse properly. It should fit properly. (Chacha ji acche se sila dena blouse. Fitting barabar honi chahiye)

He thought for a minute.

Tailor - For proper fitting I would have take measurements without the blouse and bra.  

I knew he wanted to see my boobs naked. And that's why he was saying this but I didn't mind.

Amruta - Is it necessary?

Tailor - If you want proper fitting then it is necessary.

Amruta - It's ok......then you only remove my blouse.

I said naughtily.

He immediately removed my blouse. Now I was in a bra. He asked me to turn around and started caressing my back. His erect dick was poking my ass. And from behind he unhooked my bra and it fell down. All this made my pussy wet.

I was controlling my moans. But his caressing made me moan softly.
"Ahhhhh.....ummmmmm..."

Now he turned me around and saw my naked boobs for the first time. He started fondling them. I was biting my lips to control my moaning.

He understood that I will not stop him from doing anything . So suddenly he started to suck my boobs . His rough beard was caressing my boobs

"Ahhhhhhhh...... ummmmmm......"
He kept sucking my boobs.
His rough beard was rubbing on my boobs.

Then he stopped and looked me in the eyes. My eyes were filled with lust.

And he put his dark lips on mine.
"Ummmmmmm...ummmmmahhh"

I was kissing a 60 year old '. man in slums. It was some sight.

He kept kissing and exploring my mouth with his tongue.

But suddenly my phone rang. It was Baban calling. I came back to my senses. So I broke the kiss. I picked up the call. Baban asked me to come to a nearby location in 5 minutes.

Amruta - I have to go urgently now. 
I told the tailor guy.

I promised him that we will meet again. So he reluctantly agreed.

But he had a disappointing look on his face.  

But he asked for my bra as a trophy. I gave him my bra. I wore my blouse without the bra .

Before parting ways he gave me a long and deep kiss.

He promised me to to stitch the blouses in 2 days and he asked me to come to collect the blouses. I replied affirmatively.

And I left the tailor shop.

TO BE CONTINUED........