Adultery My Wife’s Bull – From Honeymoon to Hotwife

[Sigan007]

“I… I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “This is all new for me.”

Arjun smiled softly and pulled her into a gentle hug. “We don’t have to rush anything. You’re my wife now… and I want to make you feel loved and comfortable tonight.”

He slowly removed the pallu of her saree from her shoulder. Meera’s breathing quickened. Her hands trembled slightly as she helped him unwind the heavy silk. Layer by layer, the saree came off, pooling at her feet like a pool of red and gold. She stood there in a simple but elegant red blouse and petticoat, her sensational hourglass figure now more visible — the deep curve of her waist, the swell of her heavy breasts, and the wide, fertile hips.

Arjun’s eyes drank her in, but he controlled himself. He guided her to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Shall I help you with the blouse?” he asked softly.

Meera nodded shyly, biting her lower lip. She turned her back to him. Arjun unhooked the blouse with slow, patient fingers. As the fabric loosened, he kissed the back of her neck tenderly. Meera shivered and let out a tiny gasp.

He turned her around and removed the blouse completely. Her black lace bra (the only slightly bold piece she had bought for this night) struggled to contain her full, round breasts. Her nipples were already faintly visible through the thin material.

Meera quickly covered her chest with her arms, her face burning with embarrassment. “Don’t stare like that…” she murmured, voice filled with shy hesitation.

“You’re incredibly beautiful, Meera,” Arjun whispered as he gently pulled her arms away. “I’m lucky to have you.”

He kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, then finally her lips — soft and slow. At first, Meera was stiff, but gradually she started kissing him back. Their kiss deepened, tongues meeting shyly. Arjun’s hands roamed over her bare waist, squeezing gently, feeling the softness of her skin.

He unhooked her bra. Meera instinctively tried to cover herself again, but Arjun held her hands and looked into her eyes.

“Let me see you,” he said lovingly.

Her breasts spilled out — large, firm, with dark brown nipples that had hardened in the cool AC air. Arjun leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. Meera moaned softly, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Arjun… ahh…” The sound was a mix of pleasure and nervousness.

He spent a long time worshipping her breasts — licking, sucking, and gently biting, making her squirm. Then he laid her down fully on the bed. He removed her petticoat and panty slowly, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy and thick, juicy thighs. Meera kept her eyes tightly closed, one hand over her mouth in embarrassment, her long hair spread wildly across the pillows like a black halo.

Arjun removed his own clothes. His strong, muscular body and hard cock stood proud. He climbed on top of her, supporting his weight on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush her small frame.

“I’m going to be very slow and gentle tonight,” he promised, kissing her deeply again.

He rubbed his hard cock against her wet folds for a long time, teasing her clit until Meera was breathing heavily and letting out soft, involuntary moans. She was dripping wet despite her shyness.

“Ready?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

Meera gave a tiny nod, still biting her lip hard.

Arjun pushed in very slowly. Only the head entered. Meera gasped loudly and clutched his back. “It’s… big… slow please…”

“I know baby,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. He stayed still for a minute, letting her adjust, then pushed another inch. Inch by inch, with extreme patience, he entered her tight virgin-like pussy. Meera’s eyes watered slightly from the stretch, but she didn’t ask him to stop.

When he was fully inside, he stayed buried deep, kissing her neck, ears, and lips tenderly. “You feel incredible,” he groaned.

Then he started moving — very slow, deep strokes. Not fast or rough. Just long, loving thrusts. Meera’s shy moans gradually grew louder. Her hands moved from clutching the bedsheet to holding his strong back. Her long hair was everywhere, sticking to her sweaty skin.

Arjun kept the pace slow and sensual for nearly twenty minutes — grinding against her clit with every thrust, whispering how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how perfect her body felt. He watched her expressions change from shy discomfort to pure pleasure.

Meera’s breathing became faster. Her hips started moving slightly to meet his thrusts. “Arjun… something… is happening…” she whimpered.

“Let it happen, baby,” he encouraged, still moving slowly but deeper.

Meera came first — her whole body trembling, pussy clenching tightly around his cock, a long, surprised moan escaping her lips as her eyes rolled back slightly. The sight was so erotic that Arjun couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust a few more times and emptied himself deep inside her with a deep groan.

They stayed joined for a long time, breathing heavily. Arjun kissed her sweaty forehead and brushed her long hair away from her flushed face. Meera looked up at him with shy, satisfied eyes, a small smile forming on her lips for the first time that night.

“That was… nice,” she whispered, hiding her face in his chest out of fresh embarrassment.

Arjun chuckled softly and held her tight, her naked hourglass body pressed perfectly against his.

But even in that beautiful, loving moment, the dark fantasy in the back of his mind was already whispering — imagining how she would look moaning under another man.