Adultery My Wife’s Bull – From Honeymoon to Hotwife

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Chapter 2: Leaving Home & Settling into Bangalore Life

Ten days after the wedding, it was time to leave Coimbatore. Meera’s parents were emotional as they sent their only daughter off with Arjun. Meera hugged her mother tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was wearing a simple but elegant teal salwar kameez that still showed off her hourglass figure modestly. Her long, straight black hair was neatly braided and reached well below her waist, the end tied with a black ribbon.

Arjun loaded their luggage into the car. He was calm and confident, comforting both families with his strong presence. “Don’t worry, Ma. I’ll take good care of her,” he assured Meera’s parents.
The flight to Bangalore was Meera’s first. She sat next to the window, holding Arjun’s hand tightly, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Every time the plane shook a little, she squeezed his hand harder and looked at him shyly.

They reached their 2BHK apartment in Whitefield, Bangalore by evening. It was a modern, well-furnished home with big windows overlooking the city. Arjun had arranged everything before the wedding — new bed, kitchen utensils, and even some decorative items.

As soon as they entered, Meera stood in the middle of the living room, looking around nervously. “This is so big… and modern,” she whispered. She still felt like a guest in her own new home.

Daily Routine in Bangalore – The Shy New Wife

Morning Routine:

Meera woke up early, around 6 AM, out of habit from her town life. She would quietly slip out of bed, careful not to wake Arjun. Even after ten days of marriage, she still felt extremely shy sleeping naked or even in just a nighty next to him. She always wore a full-sleeved cotton nighty that came down to her ankles.

She would go to the kitchen, make coffee, and start preparing breakfast — idli, dosa, or simple Tamil meals. While cooking, she kept her long hair tied in a loose bun, but a few strands always escaped and framed her glowing face. Arjun would wake up, walk into the kitchen, and hug her from behind. Meera would freeze every single time.

“Arjun… leave me… I’m cooking,” she would whisper, her cheeks turning pink instantly. Even though they were married, any physical touch in daylight made her intensely shy. Arjun would playfully kiss her neck or squeeze her narrow waist, feeling the soft flesh of her hourglass body. Meera would squirm and gently push him away, saying “Someone might see…” even though they were alone in the apartment.

After breakfast, Arjun would get ready for office. Meera would stand at the door like a traditional wife, adjusting his collar, handing him his lunch box, and watching him leave with shy, loving eyes.

Daytime – Alone at Home:
During the day, Meera would clean the house spotlessly, watch Tamil serials, and call her mother. She still hadn’t made many friends in Bangalore. She dressed very modestly at home — salwar kameez or simple sarees. Even when alone, she rarely wore anything revealing. Her glamorous figure was always covered. Sometimes Arjun would call from office. “What are you wearing?” he would tease.

Meera would blush on the phone and reply in a low voice, “Normal dress only… why are you asking such things in the middle of the day?” Her shyness was still very strong.

Evening Routine:
When Arjun returned from work around 7:30 PM, Meera would greet him at the door with a glass of water or buttermilk, eyes lowered shyly. She had started wearing slightly better sarees in the evening — ones that showed her deep waist and curves more clearly, but still traditional.
After dinner, they would watch TV together on the sofa. Arjun loved pulling her close and putting his arm around her. Meera would rest her head on his shoulder, but if his hand moved towards her breasts or thighs, she would immediately hold his hand and whisper, “Not now… let’s just sit like this.”

Nightly Intimacy – Slow & Shy
The nights were where things slowly progressed, but Meera’s shyness never fully disappeared.
Every night after dinner, Arjun would take her to the bedroom. He would dim the lights and play soft music. Meera would stand nervously as he slowly removed her saree or salwar. She always covered herself with her hands or the bedsheet the moment her blouse or bra came off.

“Arjun… don’t look so much,” she would plead, her voice full of embarrassment, even though her body was reacting — nipples hard, breathing fast.
Arjun was patient and loving. He would kiss her for a long time, caress her full breasts, suck on her nipples until she moaned uncontrollably, and then go down on her. Meera found oral sex extremely embarrassing at first.

“Arjun… no… that place is dirty…” she would protest weakly, trying to close her thighs. But Arjun would gently spread her legs and lick her wet pussy for a long time until she came hard, her long hair messed up, hands gripping the bedsheet, biting her lips to suppress loud moans.
When he entered her, she was still tight and shy. She preferred missionary position with the lights off. Arjun would make love to her slowly and deeply, just like their first night. He loved watching her expressions — eyes closed, mouth slightly open, long hair spread across the pillow, her heavy breasts bouncing with every thrust.
Sometimes he would make her get on top. Meera would be extremely reluctant. “I don’t know how…” she would say, covering her breasts with her hands. Arjun would guide her, holding her wide hips as she rode him slowly, her long hair falling forward like a curtain, covering her face and breasts.

After sex, Meera would quickly wear her nighty again and cuddle into his chest, hiding her face. “You make me do all these shameless things,” she would complain cutely, but with a small satisfied smile.