Adultery My Wife’s Bull – From Honeymoon to Hotwife

[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...**