Adultery My Wife’s Bull – From Honeymoon to Hotwife

[Sigan007]

Chapter 91: Muthu’s Offer – The Minister’s Party

It was the evening of Day 4. Ayesha was in Muthu’s room, wearing the red transparent saree. Muthu entered the room with a smile on his face. He sat on the chair and looked at Ayesha.
**Muthu:** Ayesha, I have a good offer for you. Listen carefully.
**Ayesha:** (sitting on the bed) What is it?
**Muthu:** There is a big party organized by a Minister. It is a private party for important people. They want beautiful girls like you. The party is for 3 days. You will stay there from tomorrow morning until Sunday evening.
**Ayesha:** (listening) What do I have to do?
**Muthu:** Unlimited sex. Unlimited looks. You will be with the guests. They will use you however they want. You will be one of the main girls. The pay is very high.
**Ayesha:** (thinking) How much?
**Muthu:** You will get 50% share. I will take the other 50%. It will be a lot of money. More than enough to pay your debts and more.
**Ayesha:** (cold) And what about my return to Mumbai?
**Muthu:** I will book a first-class AC coach train ticket for you to Mumbai on Sunday evening. Everything will be arranged.
**Ayesha:** (looking at him) Are you sure? No tricks?
**Muthu:** No tricks. You do your job well for 3 days. I will give you the ticket and your share. Are you okay with this?
**Ayesha:** (after thinking) Okay. I will do it. But I want the ticket booked in front of me before I go.
**Muthu:** (smiling) Done. I will book it tomorrow morning. You will leave on Sunday evening after the party.
**Ayesha:** (firm) Good. I will be ready.

**Muthu:** (standing up) Good girl. Tomorrow morning my men will take you to the party place. Dress sexy. Be ready to work hard.
**Ayesha:** (nodding) I will.
Muthu left the room. Ayesha sat on the bed, thinking.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*3 days as a prostitute for a Minister’s party… unlimited sex… unlimited men… but I will get money and my ticket back to Mumbai. This is my way out. I have to do it.*
The deal was made. Ayesha’s 3 days at the Minister’s party were about to begin.
Chapter 92: Ayesha’s Demand – The Preparation for the Party

Muthu was about to leave the room when Ayesha stopped him. She stood up, still in the red transparent saree, and looked at him with a firm expression.
**Ayesha:** Wait. Before you go, we need to talk. I am not going to the Minister’s party like this.
**Muthu:** (turning back) What do you mean?
**Ayesha:** Look at me. My body is dirty from the slum. My hair is messy. My skin is not good. I cannot go to a high-class party like this. I need proper preparation.
**Muthu:** (nodding) Okay. What do you want?
**Ayesha:** I need immediate body wash, spa, hair styling, and everything. Find a good and quality beauty parlour in a nearby town or city. I want full treatment — facial, body scrub, hair wash, makeup, everything. Also, arrange a luxury hotel stay in the city or town. I will pay for it myself. I don’t want to stay in this dirty place anymore.
**Muthu:** (thinking) Okay. I can arrange that. There is a good beauty parlour and a 4-star hotel in the nearby town, about 30 minutes from here. I can book it for you.

**Ayesha:** Good. Book it now. I want to leave in the morning. I need to look perfect for the party. I cannot go there looking like a slum girl.
**Muthu:** (taking his phone) Okay. I will book the hotel and the beauty parlour right now. You will have a full day of treatment tomorrow morning.
**Ayesha:** And one more thing. I want new clothes. Good quality, sexy but classy. Not these cheap things. I will choose them after the spa.
**Muthu:** (nodding) Fine. I will arrange a driver to take you there in the morning. You will stay in the luxury hotel. Do whatever you need.
**Ayesha:** (firm) Good. Make sure everything is arranged properly. I am doing this for the party. I want to look like a high-class girl, not a slum prostitute.
**Muthu:** (smiling) You are learning fast. I like it. I will make all the arrangements. Tomorrow morning you will leave.
**Ayesha:** (nodding) Okay. Now leave. I need to rest.
Muthu left the room. Ayesha sat on the bed, thinking.

The arrangements were made. Ayesha’s preparation for the Minister’s party had begun.

Chapter 93: Ayesha’s Truth to Muthu

It was late in the evening. Ayesha was in Muthu’s room, wearing the red transparent saree. Muthu sat on the chair, looking at her with suspicion.
**Muthu:** Ayesha, I have a doubt. How can a slum watchman like Ramesh have a wife like you? You have money, boldness, and style. Something is not right. Tell me the truth.

**Ayesha:** (sitting on the bed, calm) Okay. I will tell you the truth. I am not Ramesh’s wife. I am married to a man named Arjun. He is a good husband. We live in Mumbai.
**Muthu:** (surprised) Then why are you here? Why are you acting like Ramesh’s wife?
**Ayesha:** Ramesh saw me naked on CCTV when I came home one night. He recorded it. He blackmailed me with that video. He said if I don’t obey him, he will send the video to my husband, my family, and the society. So I had to become his slum wife for 7 days.
**Muthu:** (laughing) So you are a blackmailed wife? Interesting. And your husband? Does he know?
**Ayesha:** No. He thinks I am at a friend’s wedding. But there is more. My husband Arjun has a cuckold fantasy. He likes the idea of me being with other men. He doesn’t know about Ramesh, but he has this fantasy.
**Muthu:** (eyes wide) Your husband is a cuckold? He likes you being used by others?
**Ayesha:** Yes. He gets excited by it. That’s why I am surviving this. I am doing this for my marriage. I don’t want the video to destroy everything.
**Muthu:** (thinking) So you are not a real slum wife. You are a rich married woman being blackmailed.
**Ayesha:** Yes. And now you know the truth. I am paying you the 60,000 to end this. I will do the party for 3 days. After that, I want my freedom.
**Muthu:** (nodding) Okay. I understand now. You are a strong woman. I like it. I will not trouble you after the party. But for these 3 days, you are mine.
**Ayesha:** (firm) Yes. But no more blackmail. No more Ramesh. After Sunday, I go back to my husband.
**Muthu:** (smiling) Deal. Now rest. Tomorrow you have a big party.

Ayesha lay on the bed, thinking about her husband Arjun and his cuckold fantasy. She had revealed the truth to Muthu. The game had changed.
**Ayesha’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*I told him the truth. Now he knows I am not a real prostitute. But I have to survive these 3 days. For Arjun. For my marriage.*

Chapter 94: The Drive – Ayesha’s Confession
Muthu and Ayesha were leaving the slum area in Muthu’s car. Ayesha was wearing the red transparent saree, looking every bit the high-class escort. Muthu was driving.
**Muthu:** We are going to the party place. It is a 3-hour drive. Be ready.
**Ayesha:** (looking out the window) My real name is Meera. Not Ayesha. From now on, call me Meera.
**Muthu:** (surprised) Meera? Okay. Meera it is. Why did you hide your name?
**Meera:** Because I was forced into this. Ramesh gave me the name Ayesha. I am not his wife. I am married to Arjun. He is my real husband.
**Muthu:** (nodding) I know. You told me yesterday. So why are you doing this party?
**Meera:** To pay you the money and get my freedom. I want to go back to my husband. This is the only way.
Muthu kept driving. Meera leaned over and unzipped his pants. She took his cock in her mouth and started sucking him while he drove.
**Muthu:** (moaning) Fuck… you are sucking me while I drive. You are really a good whore.
**Meera:** (sucking, voice muffled) I am doing what I have to do. You want me for 3 days. I will give you my best.

**Muthu:** (one hand on her head, guiding her) Good. Suck it deeper. Tell me about your husband. Does he know you are doing this?
**Meera:** (taking him deeper, sucking harder) No. He thinks I am at a friend’s wedding. He has a cuckold fantasy. He likes the idea of me being with other men. But he doesn’t know about this.
**Muthu:** (groaning) Interesting. So your husband is a cuckold. He would love to know his wife is sucking a stranger’s cock while going to a party to get fucked by many men.
**Meera:** (sucking, moaning around his cock) Yes… he would. But I can’t tell him. Not yet.
**Muthu:** (pushing her head down) Take it all. You are such a good cock-sucker. Your husband is lucky.
**Meera:** (pulling off for a second) He is. But now I am your slut for 3 days. Use me well.
She took him back in her mouth, sucking him with long, deep strokes. Muthu kept driving, one hand on the wheel, the other on her head.
**Muthu:** (moaning) You are better than most prostitutes. You have class. I like it.
**Meera:** (sucking, voice muffled) I am doing this for my freedom. After 3 days, I go back to my husband. No more blackmail. No more Ramesh.
**Muthu:** (groaning) Yes. After 3 days, you are free. But these 3 days, you are my personal whore. I will use every hole.
**Meera:** (sucking harder) Yes… use me… I am your whore for 3 days…
Muthu came in her mouth. Meera swallowed everything, cleaning his cock with her tongue.
**Muthu:** (breathing heavily) Good girl. You are perfect.

**Meera:** (wiping her mouth) Remember the deal. 3 days. Then I am free.
**Muthu:** Yes. 3 days. Then you go back to your cuckold husband.
The car continued towards the party place. Meera sat back in her seat, thinking about her husband Arjun and the 3 days ahead.
The drive continued with Meera and Muthu talking about the party and her conditions.


Chapter 95: The Beauty Parlour – First Evening Preparation

It was the evening of Day 5. Muthu had arranged everything as Ayesha demanded. The car stopped in front of a good quality beauty parlour in the nearby town. The parlour was well-lit and looked professional.
**Muthu:** We are here. Go inside. I have booked the full package for you. Body wash, spa, hair styling, makeup, everything. I will wait outside.
**Ayesha:** (nodding) Good. I will take my time.
Ayesha walked into the beauty parlour. The receptionist smiled at her.
**Receptionist:** Welcome. You are Ayesha, right? Full package booked for you. Come with me.
Ayesha was taken to a private room with a massage table, shower area, and beauty chair.
**Beautician:** (friendly) Hi, I am Priya. We will start with body wash and scrub. Please remove your clothes.
Ayesha removed her red saree and blouse, standing naked. Priya started with a warm shower.

**Priya:** Your skin is very fair but has some dirt. We will clean it properly.
She applied a scented body wash and scrubbed Ayesha’s body thoroughly. Ayesha felt the dirt from the slum washing away.
**Ayesha:** (relaxing) This feels good. I needed this.
**Priya:** (scrubbing her back) You have a beautiful body. What is the occasion?
**Ayesha:** (smiling) A special party. I need to look perfect.
Priya applied a body scrub on Ayesha’s breasts, stomach, thighs, and ass. She cleaned every inch, including her navel and between her legs.
**Priya:** (smiling) Your piercings look nice. Do you want me to clean around them specially?
**Ayesha:** Yes. Make everything perfect.
After the body scrub, Priya gave Ayesha a relaxing spa massage with aromatic oils. She massaged her shoulders, back, legs, and feet.
**Priya:** You have a lot of tension in your body. Relax.

Ayesha closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage. After the spa, Priya washed Ayesha’s long black hair with premium shampoo and conditioner. She styled it in a elegant, wavy look with soft curls.
**Priya:** Your hair is very long and beautiful. This style will look stunning with your dress.
Then Priya did Ayesha’s makeup — dark smokey eyes, perfect eyeliner, bright red lipstick, and a glowing foundation.
**Priya:** You look like a model now. Very sexy and elegant.
Ayesha looked at herself in the mirror. She looked completely different — clean, beautiful, and seductive.
**Ayesha:** (smiling) Thank you. This is perfect.

She paid the bill and walked out. Muthu was waiting in the car.
**Muthu:** (eyes wide) You look stunning. Like a high-class escort. Perfect for the party.

Muthu and Meera were in the car after the beauty parlour session. Meera looked fresh and beautiful after the full treatment.
**Muthu:** You look much better now. But you need new clothes for the party. Let’s go to the mall. I will buy you some good outfits.
**Meera:** (nodding) Okay. But I will choose what I want. I don’t want cheap things.
**Muthu:** Fine. Let’s go.
They drove to a good shopping mall in the nearby town. The mall was bright and modern. Meera felt a little normal again as they walked inside.
**Muthu:** Choose whatever you like. But make sure it is sexy. The party guests should like you.
**Meera:** I know what to wear. Let’s start with dresses.
They entered a high-end clothing store. Meera picked out several outfits.
**Meera:** (holding a short black dress) This one. It is classy but revealing. Perfect for the first night.
**Muthu:** (smiling) Good choice. Try it on.
Meera went to the trial room and came out in the short black dress. It hugged her body perfectly, showing her curves and legs.
**Muthu:** (eyes wide) You look stunning. Buy it.
**Meera:** (looking at herself in the mirror) Yes. This is good.
She picked more dresses — a red backless gown, a silver short skirt and top set, and a transparent saree with a deep blouse.
**Meera:** These will work for the party. I need lingerie too.
They went to the lingerie section. Meera chose expensive push-up bras, thongs, and a sexy babydoll nightwear.
**Muthu:** (paying the bill) You have good taste. This will cost a lot, but it is worth it.
**Meera:** (smiling) I am not going there looking cheap. I need to look like a high-class escort.
They finished shopping and walked back to the car with multiple bags.
**Muthu:** Now we go to the luxury hotel. You can rest there tonight. Tomorrow morning we leave for the party place.
**Meera:** Good. I need a proper bed and a clean room. No more slum shack.
**Muthu:** (driving) You are changing fast. From slum wife to party girl. I like it.
**Meera:** (looking out the window) I am doing what I have to do. After 3 days, I go back to my husband. This is just business.
**Muthu:** (nodding) Yes. Business. But for these 3 days, you are mine.
They reached the 4-star hotel. Meera checked into a nice room with a big bed and modern bathroom.
It was the Night of Day 4. Meera and Muthu were in the luxury hotel room. The room was spacious with a big bed and a mini bar. Muthu opened the mini bar and took out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.
**Muthu:** Before we start, let’s drink. It will make things easier.
**Meera:** (nodding) Okay. Pour me one.
Muthu poured whiskey into two glasses and gave one to Meera. They sat on the couch.
**Muthu:** Cheers. To our 3 days together.

**Meera:** (clinking glasses) Cheers.
They both took a sip. The whiskey was strong.
**Muthu:** You look beautiful after the beauty parlour. Your skin is glowing.
**Meera:** (taking another sip) I needed that. I was tired of the slum dirt.
**Muthu:** (smiling) Now you look like a high-class girl. But I want one session tonight. Just one. Are you okay with it?
**Meera:** (taking a bigger sip) Yes. I agreed to 3 days. So one session is fine. But first, let’s finish this drink.
**Muthu:** (pouring more) Good. Tell me about your husband. Does he really have a cuckold fantasy?
**Meera:** (drinking) Yes. He likes the idea of me being with other men. But he doesn’t know about this. He thinks I am at a wedding.
**Muthu:** (laughing) Interesting. So he would be excited if he knew you are drinking with me and about to have sex.
**Meera:** (smiling slightly) Maybe. But I can’t tell him. Not yet.
**Muthu:** (taking a sip) You are a strong woman. I like that. Another drink?
**Meera:** (nodding) Yes. Pour me one more.
Muthu poured more whiskey. They continued drinking.
**Muthu:** How do you feel about being a prostitute for 3 days?
**Meera:** (drinking) It is what it is. I need the money and my freedom. I will do what I have to do.
**Muthu:** (clinking glasses) Good attitude. Let’s finish this bottle.
They drank the entire bottle slowly, talking about the party and Meera’s life.

**Muthu:** (after finishing the drink) Now, are you ready for the session?
**Meera:** (slightly drunk, nodding) Yes. Let’s do it.
The drinking was over. The session was about to begin.

Chapter 94: Deep Throat Choking

Muthu stood in front of Meera, his cock hard and ready. Meera was on her knees, naked, looking up at him.
**Muthu:** (holding his cock) Open your mouth. I want to fuck your throat deep.
Meera opened her mouth. Muthu grabbed her hair and pushed his cock deep into her throat in one thrust.
**Meera:** (gagging) Mmmph…
**Muthu:** (holding her head) Take it all. No pulling back.
He pushed deeper, his cock going down her throat. Meera’s eyes watered as she gagged.
**Muthu:** (pulling her hair) Good whore. Take my cock deep. Choke on it.
He held her head in place, his cock buried in her throat. Meera’s throat contracted around him.
**Muthu:** (groaning) Yes… feel my cock in your throat. You are my deep throat slut.
He started face-fucking her, pulling her head back and forth, his cock going in and out of her throat.
**Meera:** (gagging, tears flowing) Mmmph… mmmph…
**Muthu:** (choking her lightly with one hand while fucking her throat) You like this, don’t you? Choking on my cock like a cheap whore.

He pushed deeper, holding her head against his crotch, his cock fully down her throat.
**Muthu:** (holding for long) Take it… take every inch… you are my throat fuck toy.
Meera’s face turned red, her eyes watering. Muthu finally pulled out, letting her breathe.
**Meera:** (gasping, saliva dripping) Ahh… so deep…
**Muthu:** (slapping her face lightly with his cock) Good girl. Now take it again.
He pushed back in, fucking her throat harder. Meera’s gagging sounds filled the room.
**Muthu:** (groaning) Your throat is so tight. I love choking you with my cock.
He held her head and fucked her face without mercy, his balls slapping against her chin.
**Meera:** (gagging, tears flowing) Mmmph… mmmph…
**Muthu:** (choking her with both hands) Take it, you fucking throat whore. This is what you are made for.
He continued for a long time, pulling out only to let her breathe for a second before pushing back in.
**Muthu:** (finally cumming) I’m cumming down your throat. Swallow it all.
He came deep in her throat, holding her head in place. Meera swallowed everything, coughing as he pulled out.
**Muthu:** (patting her head) Good whore. You took it well.
Meera lay on the floor, gasping, saliva and cum dripping from her mouth.

Chapter 95: Another Round – Deep Fisting

Muthu looked at Meera lying on the bed, her body glistening with sweat from the previous rough session. His eyes were filled with raw lust. He wanted more. He wanted to push her limits.
**Muthu:** We are not done yet. I want to stretch you wide open. I want to fist your pussy.
**Meera:** (breathing heavily, eyes wide) That’s too much… I don’t know if I can take it…
**Muthu:** (smiling darkly) You will take it. You are my slut for 3 days. You will take everything I give you.
He made Meera lie on her back and spread her legs as wide as possible. He applied a generous amount of lube on his hand and on her already wet pussy.
**Muthu:** (rubbing her clit) Relax. It will feel intense, but you will love it.
He started with two fingers, sliding them in and out slowly, then added a third. Meera moaned as her pussy stretched.
**Meera:** Ahhh… it’s so full already…
**Muthu:** (pushing four fingers) Take it. Your pussy is opening up nicely for me.
He worked four fingers in and out, twisting them, stretching her walls. Meera’s moans grew louder.
**Meera:** (arching her back) Ahhh… Muthu… it’s stretching me so much…
**Muthu:** (adding his thumb) Now the whole hand. Breathe deep.
He slowly pushed his entire hand inside her pussy. Meera’s eyes rolled back as her pussy stretched around his fist.
**Meera:** (screaming) AAAAAHHHH!!! Your hand is inside me… so deep… it’s too much!!
**Muthu:** (pushing deeper) Feel my fist in your cunt. You are my fisted whore now. Take it all.
He started moving his fist in and out slowly, stretching her pussy wide. Meera’s body shook with every movement.

**Meera:** (crying and moaning) It’s so deep… I feel so full… don’t stop… fist me harder…
**Muthu:** (fisting faster) Your pussy is gripping my fist so tight. You love being stretched like a cheap whore, don’t you?
**Meera:** (body shaking) Yes… I love it… fist your whore… make me cum… please…
Muthu fisted her harder, his hand going deeper with every thrust. Meera’s pussy was stretched wide, her juices flowing.
**Meera:** (screaming) I’m cumming… ahhhh!!
She came hard, her pussy squeezing Muthu’s fist, squirting around his hand.
**Muthu:** (still fisting her) Good whore. Cum on my fist. Your pussy is gaping now.
He kept fisting her through her orgasm, making her squirt again and again.
**Meera:** (crying in pleasure) It’s too much… but I love it… fist me… use my stretched pussy…
**Muthu:** (pulling his hand out slowly) Look at your pussy. It’s wide open now. You are my fisted slut.
Meera lay there, her pussy gaping, breathing heavily, her body shaking from the intense orgasm.
**Muthu:** (smiling) We have two more days. I will stretch you even more.
**Meera’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*He fisted me so deep… stretched my pussy so wide… and I came like a whore… I am completely his now… and I want more…*
The night continued with more extreme play. Muthu used her body in every way possible, pushing her limits further.
The room was filled with Meera’s moans and the sound of wet flesh as Muthu continued to use her for hours.
By the end of the night, Meera was exhausted, her pussy sore and stretched, her body covered in sweat and cum.
**Muthu:** (patting her head) Good slut. You took it well. Rest now. Tomorrow is another day.
Meera lay there, broken and satisfied, knowing she had crossed another line in her journey as a slut.

Chapter 96: Morning Preparation – Meera Gets Ready

The morning light filtered through the curtains of the luxury hotel room. Meera woke up slowly, her body still sore from the previous night’s intense session with Muthu. She stretched on the soft king-size bed, feeling the clean sheets against her skin. For the first time in many days, she felt somewhat refreshed.
She got up and walked to the large bathroom. The marble floor was cool under her feet. She turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her body. She stood under the stream for a long time, letting the water wash away the remnants of the previous night. She took the expensive hotel body wash and lathered it all over her skin, paying special attention to her breasts, navel, and between her legs. The water ran down her curves, cleaning every inch.
She washed her long black hair with the hotel shampoo, massaging her scalp thoroughly. The steam filled the bathroom as she rinsed everything off. She felt clean, refreshed, and ready for the day.
After the shower, she dried herself with a soft towel and stood in front of the large mirror. She applied a light moisturizer all over her body, making her skin glow. Then she started her makeup. She applied a perfect foundation, blending it evenly. She did her eyes with dark smokey shadow and sharp eyeliner, making her eyes look seductive. She finished with bright red lipstick on her full lips.
For her hair, she combed it carefully and gathered it into a sleek high top bun. She secured it tightly, making sure it looked elegant and sophisticated. A few strands were left loose to frame her face.
She walked to the wardrobe and took out the kimono wrap dress Muthu had arranged. It was a deep red silk kimono with a front tie-up. She wrapped it around her body, tying the belt loosely at the front, allowing a deep V-neck to show her cleavage. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, ending mid-thigh, showing her smooth legs.
Meera looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She looked stunning — elegant, sexy, and ready for the party.
She took a deep breath and stepped out of the room. Muthu was waiting in the living area.
**Muthu:** (eyes wide) You look perfect. Like a high-class escort. The party guests will love you.
**Meera:** (confident) Good. Let’s go. I am ready.
The preparation was complete. Meera was ready for the Minister’s party.


TO BE CONTIUNED