Adultery My Wife’s Bull – From Honeymoon to Hotwife

[Sigan007]

Chapter 70: Day 2 – Morning Humiliation
The faint light of dawn crept into the small slum shack through the torn plastic curtain. Ramesh was still snoring loudly on the thin dirty mattress, one arm thrown over Ayesha’s naked body.
**Ayesha** slowly opened her eyes. Her body was sore from the previous night’s rough sex. Cum had dried on her thighs. She gently moved Ramesh’s hand and sat up.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*Day 2… already. Yesterday felt like a nightmare. Today I have to wake up early, dress like a cheap slum wife, and go out again. Everyone will see me as Ramesh’s keep.*
She quietly got up. Ramesh stirred and opened his eyes.
**Ramesh:** (sleepy but commanding) Ayesha… 5 o’clock aaguthu. Dress panni paani eduthu va. (Ayesha… it’s 5 o’clock. Get dressed and fetch water.)
**Ayesha:** (softly) Ji Husband…
She picked up the old, faded dark green cotton saree from the corner. It was the same one she had worn yesterday — thin, worn out at the edges, with small holes. She wore the cheap, tight black blouse with two buttons missing. Then the old yellowed inskirt. No bra. No panty. She tied the saree very low on her hips, exposing a wide strip of her soft waist and deep navel. Her long black hair was tied in a messy, unkempt bun. She looked at herself in the small broken mirror. She looked exactly like a poor man’s keep.
**Ramesh:** (watching her) Nalla irukku. Ipdi than en keep maari irukkanum. (Looks good. You should look exactly like my keep.)
Ayesha picked up two plastic pots and stepped out into the narrow muddy alley.
At the common water tap, the usual group of slum women were already there. As soon as Ayesha joined the queue, the gossip started loudly.

**Woman 1 (middle-aged, loud):** Arre dekho… Ramesh ki rakhel aa gayi! (Hey look… Ramesh’s keep has come!)
**Woman 2:** (laughing) Haan yaar, kal hi dekha. Rich ghar ki ladki hai yeh. Ab Ramesh jaise buddhe ki rakhel ban ke paani bhar rahi hai. (Yes, saw her yesterday. She’s from a rich house. Now she’s become the keep of an old man like Ramesh and fetching water.)
**Woman 3:** (staring at Ayesha’s exposed waist) Dekho uska kamar… kitna patla hai. Ramesh raat bhar isko chodta hoga. (Look at her waist… so slim. Ramesh must be fucking her all night.)
**Ayesha** stood silently, eyes down, face burning with shame. She clutched the pots tightly.
**Woman 1:** (directly to Ayesha) Kya naam hai tera? Ramesh ki rakhel? (What is your name? Ramesh’s keep?)
**Ayesha:** (softly) Ayesha…
**Woman 4:** (mocking) Ayesha! Sundar naam hai. Pehle kahan thi? AC room mein? Ab yahan slum mein Ramesh ke liye paani bhar rahi hai. Kaisa feel hota hai rakhel ban ke? (Ayesha! Nice name. Where were you before? In an AC room? Now fetching water for Ramesh in the slum. How does it feel to be a keep?)
**Woman 2:** (giggling) Ramesh jaise gareeb aur buddhe aadmi ke liye itni sundar rakhel. Raat bhar uska lund choosti hogi. (Such a beautiful keep for a poor old man like Ramesh. She must be sucking his cock all night.)
**Woman 3:** (laughing) Dekho uska chehra… sharam se laal ho gaya. Kal raat mujra veedu se aayi thi na? Rani ke saath? (Look at her face… red with shame. She came from the mujra house with Rani last night, right?)
**Woman 1:** (teasing) Ramesh ki rakhel ban ke kitna mazaa aa raha hai? Bol na… raat mein kitni baar chudti hai? (How much fun are you having as Ramesh’s keep? Tell us… how many times does he fuck you at night?)
Ayesha’s eyes filled with tears. She kept silent.

**Woman 4:** (loudly) Chup kyun hai? Shame aa rahi hai kya? Rich ghar ki ladki ab slum ki rakhel ban gayi. Roz yahan aana padega paani bharne. Hum sab dekhenge. (Why are you quiet? Feeling ashamed? A rich girl has become a slum keep. You’ll have to come here every day to fetch water. We’ll all watch.)
The women continued laughing and gossiping as Ayesha filled the pots. Water splashed on her saree, making the thin fabric stick to her breasts and thighs.
**Woman 2:** (pointing) Dekho… blouse mein nipples dikhte hain. Ramesh ne bra pehenne nahi diya kya? (Look… her nipples are visible through the blouse. Didn’t Ramesh let her wear a bra?)
Ayesha lifted the heavy pots and started walking back, tears rolling down her cheeks. The women’s loud laughter and dirty comments followed her.
**Woman 1:** (shouting behind her) Kal bhi aaegi na Ramesh ki rakhel? Hum intezaar karenge! (You’ll come tomorrow too, Ramesh’s keep? We’ll be waiting!)
Ayesha reached the shack, placed the pots down, and wiped her tears. Ramesh was waiting inside.
**Ramesh:** (smiling) Paani laayi? Achha. Ab chai bana. Aur jo auratein boli unko bhool mat. Tu meri rakhel hi hai ab. (Brought water? Good. Now make tea. And don’t forget what the women said. You are my keep now.)
**Ayesha:** (voice broken) Ji… Husband.
Her second day as Ramesh’s slum wife had begun with heavy public humiliation.



Chapter 72: First Day at Work – Village President’s House
It was the morning of Day 2. Ayesha woke up at 5 AM as usual. Ramesh was still sleeping. She quietly made tea, served it for him, and then started getting ready for her first day of work at the Village President’s house. She wore the old faded dark green cotton saree, neatly dbangd but still low on her hips. She paired it with a simple, modest black blouse, inskirt, bra, and panty. Her long black hair was combed with a center part and tied in a neat, tight bun. She put a small bindi and simple earrings. She looked like a typical, respectable village wife.
**Ramesh:** (watching her) You look decent. This is how my wife should look when going for work. Remember, you are going there to earn money for your husband. Come back by 1 PM and tell me everything.
**Ayesha:** Yes, Husband.
She took a small cloth bag and walked to the President’s house, which was about 20 minutes away. The big tiled house with a compound wall looked rich compared to the slum. She knocked on the gate. The President’s wife opened it.
**President’s Wife:** You are on time. Good. Come inside, Ayesha.
**Ayesha:** Good morning, Madam.
**President’s Wife:** From today you will work here from 8 AM to 1 PM. First, clean the living room and the two bedrooms. Then help in the kitchen. After that, wash the vessels and bring water if needed. Understood?
**Ayesha:** Yes, Madam. I will do it properly.
The President’s wife showed her where the cleaning materials were kept. Ayesha started her work. She swept the floors, dusted the furniture, and mopped the rooms. The house was much cleaner and bigger than the slum shack, which made her feel the difference even more.
**President’s Wife:** (watching her work) You seem well-mannered. Where are you from originally?
**Ayesha:** I am from a small town, Madam. I came here after marriage.
**President’s Wife:** Ramesh is your husband? He is a watchman, right? How did a girl like you marry him?
**Ayesha:** (feeling ashamed) It just happened, Madam.
**President’s Wife:** Anyway, do your work properly. I don’t like lazy people.

Ayesha continued working. She helped in the kitchen — cutting vegetables, washing rice, and assisting with cooking. The President’s wife and her daughter kept giving her instructions.
**President’s Daughter:** (looking at Ayesha) You look beautiful. Why are you working as a maid?
**Ayesha:** (softly) We need money, Madam.
**President’s Wife:** (to her daughter) She is Ramesh’s wife. They are poor. Let her work. Ayesha, now wash all the vessels and clean the kitchen floor.
Ayesha washed the vessels carefully. Her hands became wet and wrinkled. The old saree got a little dirty from the work. By 12:30 PM, she had finished most of the tasks.
**President’s Wife:** You worked well today. Here is your 300 rupees. Come tomorrow at 8 AM sharp. Don’t be late.
**Ayesha:** Thank you, Madam.
She took the money and walked back to the slum shack. Her body was tired from the physical work. When she reached home, Ramesh was waiting.
**Ramesh:** How was your first day? Did you earn money?
**Ayesha:** Yes, Husband. I cleaned the house, helped in the kitchen, and washed the vessels. Madam gave me 300 rupees.
**Ramesh:** (smiling, taking the money) Good. This is how my wife should support me. Tomorrow also you will go. Now make lunch for your husband.
Ayesha nodded and went to the kerosene stove to cook. The reality of her new life — working as a maid during the day and serving Ramesh as his slum wife at night — was sinking in deeper.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*From a comfortable life to cleaning someone else’s house for money… I am really becoming a servant wife. But I have no choice. This is what I agreed to.*
Her second day of work as Ramesh’s wife had begun.



Chapter 73: After Lunch – Ayesha’s Mouth Service

After finishing the simple lunch Ayesha had prepared, Ramesh leaned back on the thin dirty mattress, patting his full stomach. The small slum shack was hot and stuffy in the afternoon.
**Ramesh:** Bahut achha banaaya tha aaj, Ayesha. Ab mera biwi ko mera lund chusna chahiye. (You cooked very well today, Ayesha. Now my wife should suck my cock.)
**Ayesha:** (softly, kneeling in front of him) Yes, Husband…
Ramesh opened his lungi and pulled out his thick, semi-hard cock. It was already starting to swell.
**Ramesh:** Come here, my cheap slum whore. Use that pretty mouth of yours. Show your husband how much you love sucking cock.
Ayesha moved closer on her knees. She looked up at him with submissive eyes as she wrapped her soft hand around his thick shaft. She slowly stroked him, feeling it grow harder in her grip.
**Ramesh:** (moaning) That’s it, my dirty little wife. Stroke your husband’s big cock. Look how hard it’s getting for you.
Ayesha leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock, then ran her tongue along the underside from balls to tip.
**Ayesha:** (whispering) Your cock is so thick, Husband… I love sucking it…
She opened her mouth and took the head inside, sucking gently while her tongue swirled around it. Ramesh groaned and put his hand on her head, guiding her.
**Ramesh:** Deeper, you fucking slut. Take more of your husband’s cock. You are not Meera anymore. You are my personal cock-sucking whore Ayesha.
Ayesha pushed her head down, taking more of his thick cock into her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed her head slowly at first, then faster, making wet slurping sounds that filled the small room.
**Ramesh:** (groaning loudly) Fuck yes… suck it like the cheap randi you are. Your rich husband doesn’t know his wife is on her knees sucking a poor watchman’s dirty cock in a slum shack. You love this, don’t you?
**Ayesha:** (pulling off for a second, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock) Yes Husband… I love sucking your cock… I’m your dirty slum whore… use my mouth however you want…
She took him deep again, gagging slightly as his cock hit the back of her throat. Tears formed in her eyes, but she didn’t stop. She sucked him eagerly, her head moving up and down, her tongue working the underside.
**Ramesh:** (holding her head with both hands, fucking her mouth) Good whore… choke on it. Take every inch. Your throat is made for my cock. Suck it harder, my cock-hungry slut.
Ayesha moaned around his cock, the vibrations making Ramesh groan louder. She used one hand to stroke the base while sucking the head, then took him all the way down again.
**Ramesh:** (breathing heavily) Look at you… on your knees in this dirty room, sucking cock like a professional randi. Your pussy is probably dripping right now. You get wet when I use your mouth, don’t you, my filthy wife?
**Ayesha:** (nodding, mouth full) Mmm-hmm…
Ramesh started face-fucking her faster, holding her head in place while thrusting into her mouth.
**Ramesh:** That’s my good little cock-sucker. Take it all. I’m going to fill your throat with my cum. Swallow every drop like the obedient slum wife you are.
Ayesha’s eyes watered as she took his rough face-fucking. Her saliva dripped down her chin onto her blouse. She kept sucking eagerly, hollowing her cheeks, desperate to please him.
**Ramesh:** (groaning loudly) I’m cumming… take it all, you fucking whore!

He pushed deep into her throat and exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down her throat. Ayesha swallowed as much as she could, some leaking from the corners of her mouth. Ramesh kept his cock in her mouth until he was completely drained. He finally pulled out, a string of cum and saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
**Ramesh:** (patting her head) Good girl. Clean it properly.
Ayesha licked and sucked his softening cock clean, making sure not a drop was wasted.
**Ramesh:** (smiling darkly) You are becoming a perfect cock-sucking wife. Now go make tea for your husband.
Ayesha wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up, her lips swollen and her eyes watery. She went to the stove to make tea, cum still on her tongue.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*I just sucked his cock like a whore after lunch… swallowed everything while he called me his filthy slum randi… and I’m getting wet again. What have I become?*

Chapter 74: Shopping with Rani – Slutty Clothes & Mujra Dress

It was the afternoon of Day 2. Ramesh had gone out for some work. Rani came to the small slum shack wearing a tight salwar that showed her curves. She looked at Ayesha with a mischievous smile.
**Rani:** Ayesha, get ready. We are going shopping. Ramesh told me to buy you some nice clothes for the mujra and daily wear. You can’t always wear these old sarees like a poor housewife.
**Ayesha:** (nervous) But… I don’t have money.
**Rani:** (laughing) Don’t worry, Ramesh gave me money. Come, let’s make you look like a proper randi wife.
Ayesha changed into a simple saree and followed Rani. They took an auto to a cheap but crowded local market known for revealing clothes. The market was full of bright, cheap sarees, blouses, and lingerie shops.
Rani pulled Ayesha into a small shop that sold very revealing clothes.
**Rani:** (to the shopkeeper) Show us the sluttiest sarees and blouses you have. My friend here needs to dress like a hot wife for her husband.
The shopkeeper smiled and brought out several options.
**Rani:** (holding a transparent black saree) This one is good. Very thin. Your nipples will be clearly visible when you wear it. Try it.
**Ayesha:** (embarrassed) Rani… this is too revealing…
**Rani:** (teasing) Shut up. You are Ramesh’s wife now. You have to dress like his randi. Go try it.
Ayesha went behind a small curtain and changed. When she came out, the black saree was almost see-through. Her bra was clearly visible, and the saree was tied extremely low, showing her entire waist and the top of her hips.
**Rani:** (smiling) Perfect. Your body looks so hot in this. Ramesh will fuck you the moment he sees you. Now try this blouse.
She gave Ayesha a very short, backless red blouse with deep neck.
**Ayesha:** (looking at herself in the mirror) I look like a prostitute…
**Rani:** (laughing) That’s the point. You are his prostitute wife. Buy this.
They bought 3 transparent sarees, 4 extremely short and deep blouses, and a set of cheap but sexy lingerie (red and black).
Next, Rani took her to another shop for Mujra dance dresses.
**Rani:** For mujra, you need something special.
She picked a **deep maroon lehenga-choli set**. The choli was tiny, tied with thin strings at the back, barely covering Ayesha’s breasts. The lehenga was very low-waisted with side slits that went almost to the waist.

**Rani:** Try this.

Ayesha changed. When she came out, the lehenga sat dangerously low, showing her hips and the red thong Rani made her wear. The choli was so tight and short that most of her breasts were visible from the sides.
**Rani:** (clapping) Wah… you look like a professional mujra dancer. Ramesh will go crazy when he sees you dance in this.
**Ayesha:** (looking at herself, ashamed) I can’t wear this in public…
**Rani:** (teasing) You will. One day Ramesh will make you dance for him and his friends. Now let’s buy some makeup also — dark kohl, bright red lipstick, and heavy bangles.
They bought everything. Rani paid with the money Ramesh gave her.
On the way back in the auto, Rani put her hand on Ayesha’s thigh.
**Rani:** Now you have proper randi clothes. From tomorrow, you will start wearing them for Ramesh. And soon, I will teach you how to dance like me.
**Ayesha:** (quietly) Yes, Rani…
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*I just bought slutty clothes and a mujra dress… I’m slowly turning into exactly what Ramesh and Rani want — a cheap whore wife. I feel so ashamed… but my body is getting excited thinking about wearing them.*
They reached the shack. Ramesh was waiting.
**Ramesh:** (seeing the bags) Good. Show me what you bought.
Rani and Ayesha started showing the clothes. Ramesh’s eyes lit up with lust. The shopping trip had made Ayesha’s transformation even more complete.