Adultery My Wife’s Bull – From Honeymoon to Hotwife

[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.