11 comments/ 23757 views/ 13 favorites Co-Wife By: andhravadoo I Accepted My Husband's Girlfriend As My Co-Wife https://other.literotica.com/s/pati-ke-ex-girl-friend-meri-soutan is the link to the original erotica in Hindi by manasihotta which I have translated into English. Translator's notes: The original author retains the copyright. My effort is more complementary and supplementary. A little liberty has been taken to add some extra bits, to make the story a little elaborate and to add in certain additional descriptive hooks and additional characters introduced to pave the way for extensions to the story line. Manasi's original thread is retained, but elaborated. For those readers who are new to Indian Hindu marital traditions, a married lady wears vermillion powder, Sindhoor, reddish in color, in the parting of her hair, which is combed to either side. Some ladies, who do not part their hair, place a symbolic dot of vermillion at the middle of the hairline. The first night that husband and wife spend together is called "Suhaag Raat", and has been translated as the "Conjugal Night". In the original story, Gita is Rahul's cousin born to his mother's sister, addressed as mausi, and in Indian relationships, such a cousin is like a sibling sister, to which marriage or sexual contact is incestous. Sunil's confession that he had secretly married Gita is something that generally does not happen. However in certain communities, marriage with a cousin, born to one's mother's brother or father's sister, is permitted, socially and legally. I don't know whether Manasi really wanted incest. Because of the original author's context, Gita's refers to Manasi as Bhabi, which is a respectful term used to address the wife of one's older brother. I have therefore changed Gita's original reference to be the permitted relation between cousins. So in the revised context, Mansi is referred to by Gita to as Didi, an older sister. Which in a multiple wife, polygynous relationship, is what traditionally, a junior wife refers to the senior wife as. As always, I have received help and suggestions from my literotica friends. In the event, there is anything in the content that causes offence to any section of readers, I request your forgiveness in advance, as all content has been imagined or recollected from my personal experiences and exposure, and placed purely for the plot evolution, and is not an endorsement of any practice, or belief. I look forward to feedback and comments to evolve this story line and continue it into another saga of human love and eroticism. ***** Hello friends, I am Mansi, and I want to share my first story with you all, and in the event of any mistake or fault, kindly forgive me. This is a true event which happened in my life, and I am unable to rest without sharing it. After reading this story, if you wish to share your feedback or comments, do write to me without any hesitation. I am basically from Orissa, and my father is a small businessman, as a Civil Contractor who established the practice in a modest way at Bhubaneswar. He was a doting father and could provide very well for us, as he was quite prudent in business, and was able to get the confidence of his customers and was successful in a modest way. We are four in my family, it's my father, mother, my younger sister and I. My mother was very loving, and took care of us very well. My sister, Manini, was two years younger, and joined me in all the family activities, and looked up to me, more much as a second mother than as an older sister. We went to the same school and college, and in the orthodox social structure, we were rather sheltered from contact with the opposite sex. Grown up, we were about the same size, and used to share dresses and ornaments. Many times we were mistaken for twins. We were both about 5 feet 5 inches, and with a decent 36 C bosoms, and 26 inch waistline and 36 inch buttocks. We were wheatish complexioned and wore our hair in long tresses. I was married two years ago on 22 May, 2010 with Sunil Sahoo, who was employed with Godrej & Boyce in Mumbai as a Sales Manager. Sunil was about 5 feet nine, a little darker in complexion than I, with a good personality, trim body, washboard midriff, and a good head of hair. I was 23 then and Sunil was 28. Sunil was an engineer with an MBA from NM College in Mumbai. I had completed B.Sc(IT) and MCA. I had some experience working in a small IT company in Bhubaneswar, and was happy that I could get an opportunity to further my career prospects in Mumbai. Our conjugal night was at the honeymoon suite of the Crown Hotel, where our wedding ceremony was performed earlier in the day. We had a reception by the pool side that evening for our family relations, friends and business colleagues of my and Sunil's father. A nice band was playing all romantic movie songs. Halfway through, I was taken to the suite, blushing all the while, by my cousins and friends, who were teasing me and asking me to tell all the details next morning. My friends and cousins left one by one, having been pushed out by one of my older married cousins. She came and sat by me, and asked me not to worry, and that she was sure Sunil would not hurt me. Kissing me on my forehead, she too departed, saying "All the best, Mansi", and with a wink, "There is an extra, ditto model, of the bedspread in that plastic bag", she winked as she closed the door. After about fifteen minutes, I heard a click, as I saw the door open and Sunil stepped in, looking very charming in his white silk chudidar and kurta. I had worn a silk saree, in the traditional manner. He smiled at me, as he walked towards the bed; I stood up, nervously and touched his feet, as I was told to by my mother. He picked me up by my shoulders, and enclosed me with his arms. He was feeling very warm, and as I placed my head against his neck, and my arms around him. We could sense each other's hearts pounding away. We were snugly bonded together, as he led me to the bed and we lay down. He continued kissing and we found each other's lips. I was letting him guide me, as I was feeling very shy and nervous, yet did not want to seem uncooperative. We both lay down, still dressed, on the large bed, on which flower petals were strewn, and he got on his knees in front of me. He started feeling my legs from under my petticoat, starting with my ankles, up to my calves, over my thighs and then caressed my pussy lips, over the panty. He pulled the panty band down and slid a finger into my now very hot pussy and moved it in and out. His thumb found my clit and began massaging it. 'Eeee ... Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! oooooohhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh iiiisssssshhhhhh ooooooohhhhhh', I hissed and moaned as he sent me into raptures of ecstasy. I was enjoying the sweet sensation that his fingers were delivering on my pussy. When Sunil asked me, somewhat in a concerned tone, whether what he was doing was hurting me or it was painful to me, I replied, "No, Sunil, do more, please ... I am enjoying it a lot ... Don't stop". On this reply he felt comforted and increased his pace and inserted one more finger and I felt something blocking his fingers from entering any further in and a sort of tickling feeling inside my cunt as his fingers scratched at it. I told him so, and he told me about the cherry and I nodded my head that I too was aware of it. He kissed me fully on my lips, and told me that he was cent percent sure that I was a virgin, and that he never doubted it from the day he set his eyes on me. He asked me whether I had never masturbated before marriage. I told him that I had played with my pussy but unlike her friends who did so with cucumbers and brinjals, wanted to keep it pure and reserved for my 'beloved future husband' and smiled passionately at him and returned his kisses. Sunil leaned over and switched off all the lights. There was a glow of streetlights, which helped us to make things out on the bed. We undressed each other slowly, garment by garment, then lay down on the bed naked and kissed for a while again. I could feel his fingers probing around my pussy lips. I reached down and took his now hard dick in my hand. I wanted to kiss the head of his ling, before welcoming it into my yoni. My Lord would soon be inside me, and this was the Supreme Moment that is consummated in the conjugal. He sucked like a baby does on my now hardened and erect nipples. We were both now getting out of control. It had become warm in the room, despite the air conditioning, we were starting to sweat, and it might have been the heat of our passionate and hot lovemaking. His hands ran to the back of my legs and then upwards to massage my ass cheeks. He planted kisses after kisses on pussy and along the hairline to either side. I instinctively parted my legs a little more and his left hand came back around to the front. He drew his fingers through the curls and down between my legs. He felt my moistening lips and gently pressed them between his fingers. I felt his fingers part them and he ran one finger from top to bottom of the pussy lips. Coming from bottom to top, he pressed harder against the pussy slit and I felt his finger begin to slide in. I gave a loud cry of ecstasy... Aaaahhhhh... and thrust my hips forward to meet his finger in my pussy. Sunil fingered my clit and stabbed into my virgin fuck hole. He paused and moved over me. At last, we were going to do it. He straddled himself over me balancing on his hands and knees and looked expectantly at me. "Love me Sunil please. I am all yours. Please Sunil" I begged him. "Are you ready for it my dear?" he asked. "Yes I am all yours my dear Sunil. Love me and take my virginity, which I have saved for you and you alone". With that Sunil put the head of his ling (cock) on my yoni (pussy) lips. It felt warm and I could sense it quivering over my cunt. "It may cause some little pain, but you will like and enjoy afterwards" assured Sunil... "I know. Just take me, my love. I trust you, I will bear it for you and us", I entreated. Sunil kissed my neck, and my nipples, and positioned himself, and brought forward his erect dick towards my waiting pussy. My own juices were in full flow, lubricating the passage to facilitate entry and coating his cock head. Keeping himself upright over me on one hand, he placed his hand on his cock to guide it towards the lfuck hole. I could feel a hard knob, probing for my cunt, searching for the entrance to the cave of pleasure. Finding ingress, he brought pressure by flexing his hips, as his lowda ... cock.. slowly started burying itself, a millimeter, a centimeter, an inch ... He fixed his gaze on me, to observe my response. I placed my hands around his waist, and tugged him closer. I lifted myself off the bed a bit and kissed him with intense passion as I lay back again thrust my breasts against him, in encouragement. An inch inside, his cock advanced, an eighth inch more, quarter more, half more, as the cock head approached that bundle of nerves, I never knew about and I convulsed in the next orgasmic rapture. He partly slid his cock back out, and his next thrust came in a little harder and as it rubbed the bundle again, I shivered and held him tight. He was surer now, and each subsequent thrust was faster and getting in deeper, as he bored into my virginal cunt. I was having sensations that I had never experienced before. I was visualising the interiors of my newly dug cave by his hard drilling. He paused and kissed me for a few minutes, his dick pulsating within. He kissed me again as his cock met with resistance from within. Each push he tried harder and with more force. We were both breathing rapidly. Each downward motion, hitting the barrier, he stopped and began to apply more pressure. I wrapped my arms across his shoulders and tried to push up with my hips. "AMMMAAAAHHH ... OOOOOOO ... AHMAAHHHHH ...UUUFFFFFF ... OHHHHHHHHH yes yes YESSSSSSSSSS" I screamed, my body arching up, my body going rigid, my fully swollen mammaries and hardened nipples, reaching upward towards Sunil's sweat drenched body, while my lord's long, strong, delightful and blood hot lingam surged deeper into my wet, virginal cunt. Each time, deeper and deeper inside went in Sunil's cock, and it was impaling and stabbing my pussy, rubbing against my love bud, each press of his flesh against mine, sending shivers of electric impulses through me, reaching thru, stroking harder to break on through to the unplumbed depths of my cunt. My yoni was in expectant convulsions and from where I lay below, I could sense him preparing for the final assault. He paused, and muscles rippling and taut, his hips positioned in place, with a loud shout, his lund rammed into me, as he broke the barrier, and reached in deep into my yoni. I shut my eyes to bear the pain, as tears welled up and streamed down from my eyes as I was deflowered with a shock of pain, like an injection jab. Sunil had burst through the hymen and I had lost my cherry and then he plunged forward and penetrated and impaled my yoni deeper. Sunil stopped for a moment seeing my tears but I thrust my hips up and the drew the rest of his penis into my till recently virgin and now deflowered pussy. I leaned forward and bit his shoulder, whimpering but pulling him closer. He didn't back out, he lowered his hips completely, pubes to pubes, against mine until we felt our pubic hair entwine in the damp blood mingled vaginal fluid in their own bid to unite. He bent his elbows and brought his chest down against mine. We lay still for some time, savoring the moment. We kissed deeply, sharing our juices, lip to lip, and snaking each other's tongues. I felt him thrust hips back and forth a little faster; the sensation of his lund ... dick riding in and out of me was bringing me explosive sensations all thru my body. "Sunil ... Make love to me, please." I implored. We kissed again, and bit each other's lips lightly. He pushed himself back up on his arms and positioned his hips up a little. His hips came down against me hard! Thut Thut... Loin to loin, Thut ... Thut ... Thwack ... pube to pube contact was making a slapping sound ... Oh ... Ooooohhh... thut ... thut .. oh .. ohh .. THUT .. THUT ... AAAWWWWWW...,I screamed in pleasure ... Thut ... Again he raised himself higher this time. I shuddered at the penetrative feeling of his ling being driven in and out of my recently unsealed yoni. His thrusts were increasing in speed making me want to yell and scream. All I could do to hold myself back was to moan and groan. Sunil's steel hard penis was plunging in and out of my tight pussy with great vigor. The rapid plunging of his ling inside me, was producing in me pleasurable sensations that I had never felt before. Sunil increased his speed some more, and in a few moments he became rigid, and collapsed on me, hugging and kissing my tear strewn face. I was relishing the feeling of my husband Sunil's warm and viscous man juice filling my pussy. I was overcome with great emotion as Sunil, my man, my lord, filled my yoni with the sacred seed of his loin. Sunil gradually withdrew his ling, coated red with virginal blood from my yoni. My cunt was red from some dribbles and there were small patches of blood on the bed sheet. We lay beside each other, our breaths settling down, as he hugged and kissed me for a few minutes, my head on his chest, my fingers running in circles all over his chest. He asked me if I had liked and enjoyed what we did, and I kissed him and whispered shyly, that it was very satisfying. He got up and went to the wash room and I followed him. We stepped under the shower and cleaned ourselves up. He folded up the bed sheet, and kept it in a separate plastic cover. I remembered that my cousin has brought another identical bed sheet, which we covered the bed with and got in. We stayed in bed naked for another hour and then drifted to sleep. Next morning we dressed quietly, touching and kissing each other periodically. It was a very shy experience for me when we met our family and relations at breakfast next morning, and I was unable to see any of my relatives eye to eye. My cunt was sore and a little painful, but I tried to hide it, by trying to walk normally, but I guess it showed. My mother, was a bit concerned, and asked me if all was well. I smiled at her, and kissed her, and she knew I was well and happy too. I spied Manini's shy glances at me, and went and hugged her too. Mercifully, no one teased me, and discussed only matter of fact items, which relieved me a lot. I was fussed over by most of Sunil's elder lady relatives, who welcomed me with warm hugs, into the family, and opened their hearts and affection to me, by saying so in as many words. Sunil was to leave for Mumbai, in a few days, and I was to travel with him. I felt sad saying goodbyes to my friends and family, and sobbed a lot when my parents and sister came to say their goodbyes. At the same time, I was also happy and excited to start my new married life with Sunil. We travelled to Mumbai from Bhubaneswar by a direct train, which took two nights and an intervening day. We were accommodated in the 2 AC category. Konark/Minar Express which starts from Bhubaneswar in the afternoon and we had a great time on the train before reaching Mumbai early in the morning of the third day. Though there were four berths in each compartment, there was only an elderly lady, who soon moved to another compartment, where her relatives were. So we were left to each other for all the journey. There was a curtain, which we could draw into the aisle, which gave us some limited privacy. During the initial part of the journey, I was still shy of Sunil's touch, from our conjugal night a couple of night before we left Bhubaneswar. Sunil was very tender, and made sure that I felt minimal pain when he took my cherry. I remembered our first night, and I blushed to myself again, thinking of the nights we would spend in our new home. Thoughts of my conjugal night came to mind when Sunil sat beside me and was hugging me, as the countryside sped by in the late evening. The first night on the train, after dinner, both of us crept up to the upper berth, and cuddled into each other's arms. We were kissing each other on the face. We petted each other heavily and Sunil sucked at my breasts, and pleasured me with his fingers as I stroked his lowda (cock). We both reached our climaxes soon, as we were quite exhausted from all the festivities that we dozed off soon after. The next morning, when the train halted at Vijaywada, another couple came and occupied the other two vacant berths in our compartment. They also looked to be newlywed. Sunil, being a salesman by nature, quickly introduced himself to Adnan, and Adnan introduced his wife as Sania. Adnan was a Software Engineer working at a MNC in Seepz. Sania, just like me, had a degree in B.Sc (Computers) and an MCA. Adnan had taken a flat in Ghatkopar, which Sunil explained was very close to our place. We quickly became friends and exchanged numbers and contact details. Sania and I spent most of the time together in the journey, gossiping and sharing our aspirations and expectations of our new life in Mumbai. Adnan had studied Computer Engineering at NIT Rourkela, and Sunil and he quickly found some common friends, who they called up on their cell phones and were cracking jokes and making merry. At Hyderabad, some of Adnan's friends and some of their spouses came to greet them at the station. They brought bouquets and sweet boxes and Adnan introduced his friends to us as well. Very soon, it was like we had known each other for long. Co-Wife Adnan's friends had brought some chilled beer as well, which I saw one of them pushing under the lower berth. Sunil had been having beer at the reception. Adnan offered it to him, Sunil looked at me and I smiled back. Sania was taking a sip or two from Adnan's bottle and Sunil offered his bottle to me to taste. I had never tasted beer before and I was willing to try. I sipped and almost gagged at the bitter taste. "How can you drink such foul tasting liquid", I spluttered. Sania laughed and replied, that soon, one gets to enjoy both the taste and the effect. I took a few more sips, and after finishing a couple of bottles, we were getting hungry. Sania's mother had packed lunch for them, and she forced us to share it, saying that her mother always packed extra to share in trains. I could make out that she was a genuine person, who had no pretences. She was shorter than I, at about five feet two, with a nice pretty countenance, may have been about 32B-22-34, with wider hips and rounded buttocks. Adnan was about my height, maybe an inch taller, also of similar darkish complexion like Sania. He was not as well muscled as my Sunil, but he was not a slob. They seemed as a well matched pair, and Sania's affection for Adnan was shown in the way she served him at lunch, and at other times, rubbing the back of his neck. Adnan brought out a pack of cards and we amused ourselves by playing rummy for some time. Sunil and I were not as good as they, but Sania was the best, beating us all with her quick skill in setting the cards. A couple of rounds, when she would drop her hand, she would help me by giving tips and sometimes even playing for me. I soon stopped playing and lay on the berth, with my head in Sunil's lap. They finished a couple more bottles of beer, and soon it was tea time. I brought out some typical Oriya snacks which my mother had packed for the journey and passed it around. I noticed that Sania was a little tipsy from the beer she had, but Sunil and Adnan seemed fine. She soon placed her head in Adnan's lap and dozed off, with Adnan stroking her hair gently. I felt a little jealous that Sunil had not done the same to me when I had my head in his lap. I move closer to Sunil and he placed his hand on my waist and drew me closer. With Sania, gently snoring in his lap, he was looking at me in an appraising sort of way. He was also squeezing Sania's boobs, when I was looking away. They were both chatting animatedly about the recently concluded IPL final between Mumbai Indians and Chennai Super Kings, which it seems both of them had watched live and the upcoming Triangular Series in Zimbabwe. Soon I too dozed off, and Sunil adjusted me cosily in his lap as well. They had ordered dinner, which was served at Solapur, which was the usual railway thali. We were woken up by our husbands, and we went together to the toilet to freshen up and wash the sleep off our faces, and straighten our hair. Adnan and Sunil stepped out of the train to stretch their legs, and buy some fruit and bottled water.We passed a couple of hours eating and chatting and then decided to turn in. I nudged Sunil, and Sania did the same to Adnan, to give privacy, and the men stepped outside. Sania and I quickly changed into our simple cotton nighties. She had a pale blue one, while mine was red with flowers. That evening, we retired in a respectful way, the girls in the lower berths and the boys in the upper ones. We were a little shy of trying anything openly, though I seemed to have noticed Sania winking at Adnan. In the middle of the night, I awakened to go for a pee, and I noticed that Sania was not in her berth. Standing up I went out and was back soon. After I was back, my eyes had gotten used to the darkness and peering about in the dim blue glow of the nightlight, I could make out two forms tightly asleep in the other upper berth. I climbed up to Sunil's berth and poked him awake, with a finger to my lips. He cuddled me and we resumed where we had left off last night. For fear of breaking the bunk, we did not dare to do anything more adventurous than hand jobs to each other. We reached Mumbai, by morning, the train was running a couple of hours late. We said our goodbyes to Mohina and Adnan, promising to keep in touch after settling down. We took a taxi to our new abode. I was to start life now after marriage, in Mumbai as Mrs Manasi Sahoo. His company was having a large campus, at Vikhroli, a suburb, with factories, offices, staff quarters and other amenities. Here we were sheltered from bustle of the big city, yet were just a short drive away from the city, if we needed anything. Sunil's company had provided a official residence for us on campus. It was a nice two bedroom flat, on the top floor, with trees all around the residential area, affording shade and greenery. There was a nice terrace, which was available for us to use to relax in the evenings. He had made arrangements to have the flat cleaned up, before arrival. As he opened the door, he drew me in, and lifting me up bodily, carried me to the bedroom, and soon we were making frantic love on the bed that was ours hereon. It was a 10 minute quickie, as we released the passion that we had to hold back on the train journey. Tearing our garments off, he took me standing, my legs around his hips, he thrusting his man rod into my woman socket. Fast and furious this was, and something that burst in me that here i was helpless, dangling from my man with my hands locked behind his neck, as he kept spearing and skewering into me. Being a new place, and in our own privacy, I found in myself a growing desire for bodily pleasures. I felt liberated. I wet his cock with my juices, as he pushed me against the wall, to hold me as he spent himself in a hard shot against the back of my cave. We collapsed in a heap on the bed, and slept for some time. Our married life started on a fantastic note and was a great time for both of us and he used to shower a lot of affection on me and I was very happy with him too. Our sexual life was fun filled and and he used to satisfy me in sex very much. Whenever he would make moves for sex, I would agree to his requests promptly. In this manner, over two delightful years passed. We fucked each other gloriously and made every effort to satisfy each other's urges as best as we knew and we could. I had no doubt that Sunil loved me with all his heart and in every way he would make my life in Mumbai, despite all his work issues, as comfortable for me as he could. Gradually, I became bolder in sexual advances, and would often make the first move and ask him for sex instead of him asking first. He brought me books with erotic stories, which I used to read in the afternoons in bed. One was the Kamasutra, with pictures of all the various positions of love making. Sunil was bringing a decent income, which made sure that we never were in want of the small luxuries in life. We gradually settled into a routine, where we had wonderful sex and a great domestic comfortable life, which he provided and I managed the homestead. After we had settled down, Adnan had fixed Sania and I up with assignments with a software startup company being promoted by his friends, and we used to work from home mostly, except for occasional trips to their development center at Andheri. We used to meet Sania and Adnan quite regularly, at least twice a month, once at our house and once at theirs, sometimes for dinner at new restaurants for about a year till they moved away to the UAE, where Adnan was posted on a long term contract. After Sania left, I was continuing to work from home for the same company and had shown my skills and was now managing a team of ten, on a key assignment. I was also helping to build up our family savings with the income that I was bringing, which gave me a lot of pride. On weekends, Sunil would take me for a movie and shopping followed by a nice dinner at a decent restaurant, and on the two wheeler rides at nite, I would hug him and press myself to him from the pillion, and excite him enough to have him in a raging sexual mood to ravish me and fulfill my sex needs long into that night after we reached home. I always addressed him as Arya, meaning My Lord, and he addressed me as Mere phool, my flower. Our sex life was never boring, though it was largely traditional but extremely passionate and fulfilling. One day, we measured his erect cock, and it was a little over 6 inches long when fully hard and about a four and a half inches in girth. It was fun when we went and purchased a six inch school scale, a he got his ling hard and I held the scale against his pubic bone. I could guess that my pussy was a little less deep, as I could feel the end of his cock in my depths during fucking. He would fondle my boobs, kiss me all over, except my pussy. As I had never been to Mumbai before, Sunil used to take me out on weekends to the beach, to the sights of the city. One weekend while returning from a movie, we were drenched in the monsoon downpour, that Mumbai is known for, and were returning home in wet clothes. It was still raining heavily when we reached our campus. We were both excited at riding wet together, and my hand found Sunil's cock, as I clung to him from the pillion of the two wheeler. I was stroking it slowly and feeling it grow harder and harder, thru the wet cloth of his trouser. We were passing thru a wooded park area, which was part of the campus. "Chodenge hum Yehi Yahan ... Let's fuck now... Right Now... Right Here...", I whispered to Sunil. Sunil was amazed, but I could sense that he was excited and willing to risk it. Are you sure, he asked. "Yes, Yes", I urged, "In the park, no one can see from the road in the bushes" . The downpour was unabated. Sunil stopped the two wheeler, and we scurried into the park, and right there in the mud, between some ornamental bushes, we stopped, breathless, and clasped at each other, letting the first rush of the thrill of imminent mating, run over us. I lay down on the muddy grass, and Sunil straddled me, the rain soaked earth embracing us as well in her divine love. We were enacting perhaps the same desire that a primeval man and woman might have done, millennia ago, mating each other, maybe in the same spot. What else could have prompted us into this frenzied lovemaking!! I lifted my skirt, and Sunil undid his trousers and pulled down his underwear. His cock was hard, very hard. He was getting ready to fuck me in the rain. We did not care for spoiling our clothes, they could be washed clean later. We darent make too much sound, however there was no one around in any case. Sunil was sliding his now erect and stiff manhood between my legs, sliding back and forth between my thighs. I whimpered in urgency, and grabbed him around the hips and pulled him and held him, he hard and hot in my wet cunt. "Fuck me" I demanded, my voice barely audible in the sound of the rain. Sunil grinned and kissed me on my lips and said, "Mansi, Mansi, I am happy to do what you ask". Sunil slowly pistoning his cock into my pussy, trying to tease me at first, then started fucking faster and deeper. Sunil was shoving his dick faster and faster, and I tried my level best to bite back my screams of pleasure. I pressed my feet hard against the ground, and grabbed Sunil and pulled him deeper into me. We both moaned loudly. Sunil tugged at my hair as I let out a muffled scream into his shoulder. I kissed him and bit his neck and shoulder gently, as he shoved faster in and out of me. I had to bite my lip hard to hold back another scream. A few seconds later I came hard, my whole body froze, and my breathing stopped momentarily, then started again, coming out in gasps. Sunil slowed down waiting for me to catch my breath, as he continued to move firmly in and out of me, I could feel every inch of Sunil's still hard dick inside me, and my whole body tensed up again and I was blown away by my second orgasm, and Sunil shot his man juice hard into me as he thrust in deep and collapsed on me. We were muddied, wet, on the grass, rain water flowing, and we relaxed, and enjoyed the afterglow of our adventurous lovemaking in the outdoors. I never felt any lack of affection from Sunil, and he was always there for me to take care of my every need, in all planes, of homely comfort, emotional peace and sexual need. I was looking to a life ahead of a traditional homemaker, and a doting mother to our future progeny, and leading a life of domestic tranquility and mutual desire for each other. Part 2 The duties of a wife are described well in this ancient shloka, which outlines the qualities an ideal wife should possess. 'Karyeshu Dasi, Karaneshu Manthri; Bhojeshu Mata, Shayaneshu Rambha, Roopeshu Lakshmi, Kshamayeshu Dharitri, Shat dharmayukta, Kuladharma Pathni' In short, an ideal consort should strive for six virtues Co-Wife "Kshamayeshu Dharitri, Kshamayeshu Dharitri, Kshamayeshu Dharitri", kept ringing in my ears. Since he is getting pleasure with her, I should join and share his joy and pleasure, for everyone's benefit. I was hugging my knees and sobbing at the thought of having to share my lord with another. He came and sat on the kitchen floor a few feet away, not daring to come closer. I looked up at him with my tear stained face and I asked him her name and he replied that her name was Gita. I ordered him to call her up right then and there and to talk openly to her. I felt a surprising increase in my power and control, and my cunt got moist. Being in control was getting me hot. Sunil hesitated a bit and muttered "Please, let's keep her out, I will sort it out. It is quite late now". "No!!", I commanded, "Do what I say, and don't disobey me anymore", as my choot (cunt) started on a slow drip. Sunil looked here and there, and finally reached for his mobile phone and fumbling at the keypad managed to nervously dial her number Sunil - Hello Gita... [ in a quaking voice ] Gita - Hiiiii love, how are you ... How come you thought of me at this late hour .. Is Didi (older sister) not at home ... [ A surprised tone, and I could make out that her voice was sharp and clearly audible to me, as it was quiet in the night ] Sunil - She is dear, and she has come to know everything about us and our affair [ still nervous and looking at me ] Gita - What!!... Oh No ... I am done for ... I am .. I must die [Aghast and shocked and finally desperate at being caught] Sunil - Nothing will happen, don't be scared. She asked me to call you up ... that is why I have called... [Still quivering and quaking] I grabbed the phone from Sunil Me - Hello Gita, how are you... [ Pleasantly, as if greeting a friend ] Gita - N..n..n.. Namaste Didi... [ A bit reassured ] Me - What is all this, Gita... [ Firmly, showing who is in charge ] Gita - Sorry Didi...I love Sunil very much and I have taken him as my husband, but out of fear for you, I am never able to present myself in front of you... [ Pleading but in a sincere voice ] Me - Do you love Sunil with a true heart ... [ Inquiringly, without any emotion, as if asking the price of bananas ] Gita - I am ready to sacrifice my life for him ... [ In a convincing and believable manner ] Me - Then Gita, pack up your stuff, Sunil will come and pick you up... You will stay with us here onwards ...Let me know if you have a problem with that ... [ Commandingly, and in a no defiance way ] Gita - Ooohhh Didi ... Really, Didi? ...I will be indebted to you for ever ...I will everything you ask.. I am ready to be your servant maid, your slave .. Please don't separate Sunil from me... [ Submissively and in a very grateful purr ] Me - No behen (younger sister) ... he is my husband and since you are married to him as well, he is also your husband and we will live together as his wives ... We are sisters ... Okay, you get ready I am sending him to pick you up ... Byyyyyye [ A slight touch of tenderness here ] I was really turned on by this turn of events and my way of handling it. I drew inspiration from the ancient prescriptions for handling life situations, but had this urge that something had changed in me and for my own fulfillment. "Go now", I told Sunil, "Go and help her pack and get her here", I directed. Sunil was still looking at me nervously, and was unsure of what would be my intentions after Gita was brought home. I could sense that confusion in him, and went up to him, and kneeling at his feet and kissing his toes, I told him, "Kshamayeshu Dharitri, I am bound by my duty as your wife, to have the forbearance and tolerance of Mother Earth. Respecting that, I have come up with this solution. Forgive me, if in my lack of self control, I cursed you with bad words. Don't worry, I am going to welcome Gita in our lives, and she will be your second wife, and my co-wife from now on". "I promise you I will treat her as a sister and a sister-wife, and you must promise to always obey my direction as the senior wife". Sunil lifted me up, tears flowing down his cheeks, and tears flowed down mine in empathy, and we realised that in the understanding I showed, we saved our love and affection for each other. Not just saved but amplified. And the thrill of my imminent feeling of power and control did just that, a cunt roll. While waiting for them to come, I cleaned up the bedroom, and lay fresh bedclothes on it. I placed some fruit on a plate, and some fresh water. I got the jasmine bud tresses that the flower fellow had delivered in the evening for my morning wear, and strew the buds and crumpled a few, to have the jasmine aroma spread over the room. I freshened up the prayer area, and prepared the welcome articles in a silver plate. Quickly mixing some turmeric and vermillion, and taking a few strands of thicker cotton thread and a couple of larger jasmine buds, I quickly fashioned a mangal sutra, as per the Vedic norms. This would be symbolic of their union, more accurately re-union, till I could get Gita a real gold mangalsutra. All thru this exercise, I was feeling horny and had warm wetness in my cunt. Sunil returned home after little over an hour along with Gita. An auto, accompanied them with Gita's belongings, as she rode pillion on our two wheeler. She stood uncertainly to the side, as Sunil paid off the auto rickshaw fare and picked up her belongings, which were all of two suitcases and some plastic shopping bags, where stuff had been thrown in hastily. She was definitely better looking than the images on the videos. I welcomed Gita into our home at the doorstep, with the traditional welcome of a plate of incense and burning camphor. I told her that we are co-wives here on, and we are like sisters. And we will service Sunil's needs like co-wives. And he will keep us both satisfied and happy. All will be well. She immediately fell at my feet, and I could feel her tears washing my toes. "Shush, sister, you should not cry at an auspicious occasion.", I said gently. "These are tears of joy, Didi, I am so grateful to you for your open heart and your acceptance of me. My life is fulfilled and it is yours for anything and everything", wept she, as she grasped my ankles, in genuine gratitude. I went moist again in my cunt. Bending down, I lifted her and embraced her, as her sobbing gradually ceased. I then told Gita that tonite was her true wedding night and asked her to go and get ready for the true marital conjugation. I asked Gita's to have a bath and freshen up to be ready for her conjugal night, even though you have both had your fucking before, in reality, this is your first night. I had completed all the arrangements for their first night. And I told Sunil to shower and change into his dress at our wedding. "You will fill her hair parting with vermillion and to place the sacred marriage necklace around her neck", I continued. "Gita, use the guest bathroom and get ready for your conjugal". Gita completed her bath and I presented her with a new saree to wear and asked her to use my makeup kit to deck up. She made use of my cosmetics and came out into the drawing room, resplendent in her real bridal glory. Sunil placed vermillion in her hair parting and placed the sacred marriage necklace around her neck. Gita opened the packet of sweets, and gave me the first bite, which I took from her hands, and gave the first bite to Sunil, and we shared the rest. Gita bent low and touched Sunil's and my feet and requested for our blessings. Gita then requested me to also get ready and that we would spend the marriage conjugation together as co-wives, and begged me with head on my feet for forgiveness for any pain she had caused me. I felt a sharp short of pain in my heart, but I asked her not to be foolish, and that from the next night, we would all be sharing the same bedroom and the same bed, and to enjoy each other for tonite. I will be sleeping in the guest room for tonite. Saying that, I took my nightclothes and went to sleep in the guest room. Though I was behaving extremely cheerfully, I was hurting inside. The thoughts running thru my mind, was that from this day onwards, my husband's love would be shared and be halved. But I also felt intensely turned on by what I had done, and that comforted me somewhat. With these thoughts, I drifted into half sleep. I heard unrestrained and uninhibited squeals and screams of passion from Gita as Sunil must have been driving his cock into her cunt with my permission. The fact that he was now indebted to me, and that I was now having power, was the key driver which drove me to a mild orgasm by just thinking of it. Aiiiiiieeee ... Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeee ... Aaaaaiiiiaiaaaiiieeeee ... Suuunnniiilllll ... Aaaaahhhhh ... the squeaks continued. Hearing Gita yowl and bleat while being screwed by my husband in the adjoining room, caused me to get really wet, and I had no choice but be satisfied by myself with my fingers for the night. Chodo mujhe ... Chodho ... Ghusao lund ... Fuck me ... Fuck ... Shove your dick ... Hearing these words, I longed for Sunil's cock in my cunt, and was tempted to join them, but something restrained me. In the morning, when I went into the bedroom, to bring them the morning tea, I saw them both naked in bed, in a tight embrace. Sunil's cock was still in Gita's cunt. I felt a different power, an urge in me, when I observed that this was done solely at my wish and command. I realised that I had a control over my life, my lord and a slave in my new co-wife, a superior position that I did not possess before this incident. It both thrilled and excited me along with a measure of trepidation and fear. I woke them both up and asked them to have tea. They stirred up, and the first think Gita did was to touch my feet, and then Sunil's. Sunil should be greeted first, I admonished her. We all had our morning tea together and started to get ready for the day. Gita took the cups away and soon could be heard getting ready to have her bath in the guest bedroom. Sunil looked at me with a scared face, asked me in an anxious tone, whether I had forgiven him and Gita for their actions. I replied firmly and with some authority, that, had I not forgiven, I would not have invited Gita here, and I would not have allowed them both to be alone to fuck each other. Hearing this Sunil felt very happy as well as a bit ashamed, and hugged me tenderly and kissed me all over. He wanted to touch my feet but I stopped him promptly. We all must understand each other. There is something in Gita that I also like, So it is the best for us all. I reminded Sunil that from this day, he has two wives, whom he would have to satisfy us both fully. Sunil then went for his bath, and left for his office. Gita and I sat down together and we chatted and planned on how we would enjoy life together. "Will you not take bath now Didi?", Gita asked after some time. "Let me give you a nice oil massage and bath", she coaxed, rising from the dining table and clearing the breakfast dishes. "But you already bathed, and you will get messed up", replied I. "No Didi, it will be okay. I can take bath again", was her reply as she went to switch on the hot water heater in the bathroom. I felt a curious sensation in my pussy, when I went into the bath area. Gita had set the bath stool and massage oils to the side on the ledge. She had stripped to her panties and was smiling at me shyly. I had never been in a girl girl activity though I had read about it in the porn novel that Sunil would bring to me. Gita took my nightie which I had taken off, and I was not wearing anything beneath. I sat down on the stool as Gita opened my tresses and kissed my neck. "What are you doing, girl", I asked in mock anger. Nothing, Didi, I am indebted to you and it is my honor to serve you also. Gita moved to the front, and taking a palmful of coconut oil, rubbed it into my scalp. As she was doing so, her perky boobs were dancing in front of my eyes. She massaged my scalp skilfully and as I felt very nice about it, it was vastly different from when I was oiling my hair by myself. On an impulse, I hugged her. She stood still, and I started to lick on her nipples which were already hard. "Have you done this before", I whispered. "No, never Didi, promise, I just felt that I have to give myself to you and serve you as you desire", murmured Gita back. "Some of my older lady clients would sometimes ask me, and offer me money, but I have never done it", she continued. She knelt down, parted my willing thighs, and gave my already moist pussy a kiss. "Neither have I done before, Gita, and this is our conjugal". Gita then stood up to apply sesame oil on my upper body, shoulder and arms. She was stroking me skilfully, bringing all her training to use on my naked body. I was relaxing under her masterful and expert ministrations as she moved to my boobs. She ran her fingers around my breasts, and with soft touches, caressed my breasts, that I was almost getting my first wave of orgasmic pleasure. Ummmm... Giittaaa oooohhhh ... it is so nice ... Didi.. slow down... Didi ... wait ... slow down... I suddenly had the urge to lick her pussy, and drew her towards my mouth. I pulled her panties off, and got to see the pussy that Sunil had fucked last night. She continued massaging my shoulders, as I whiffed at the fragrant and musky odour of her clean shaved, hair free cunt, and labbed my tongue at the pussy folds. The oil from my body was now on her as well, as she was slippery from the sesame oil she was applying to my body, which was transferred from me to her. Soon, against the wall, we were cuddling and kissing each other, fingers in each other's cunts. Gita turned on the shower, and we moved under the flow of the tepid water, still locked in each other's arms, keeping the pace of the finger fuck, and as we came together, we sat down on the flow, water cascading and running over us. We were breathing hard, and our hearts were racing. Gita separated herself, and ran a soap bar all herself and rinsed herself, before using it on me. me. She rubbed shampoo into my hair, and in a few minutes, I was fresh. Gita rubbed me down with a towel, and kissed my lips, and told me to lie down on the bed for a while. She dried herself, and came beside me, after her now ritual of getting my blessing by touching my feet, with the bowl of Sambhrani, (aromatic incense) which she wafted thru my long tresses. Later that morning, we went out shopping. We were like long lost friends, and she was very servient, and handling all the shopping bags for me. She was more adept than I at bargaining with the shopkeepers, and showed that she had the right skills to manage a household as well. "I am now an extra mouth, and by God's grace, we will be blessed with more little mouths, so we must be prudent", she giggled. We hugged like the sisters and co-wives we were. We purchased sexy lingerie, some food items and snacks that we knew Sunil liked, and on the spur of the moment, I led the way into a jewellery shop and got her a nice nose stud and ear rings of silver filigree, that looked really nice on her. "Didi, you should not spend like this on me", she protested. "No darling, you can share all my jewellery, and I will also wear this sometimes", I convinced her. We came back, a bit tired and I wanted to lie down for a while. Didi, she said, you go take some rest, I will finish the lunch preparation. She was a gifted cook, and within less than half hour, she had made delicious lunch for us, and we ate sitting next to each other. Didi, I was very scared when you spoke last night. You are like a god to me, Didi, she added. I don't know what good I did to deserve a older sister and a co-wife like you. I am ready to do anything for you, Didi. Let's get some rest in the afternoon, since Sunil will keep us awake tonite, said I. I will come soon, I will clear the table and wash the dishes and join you. After the great meal, I was a bit drowsy and was soon napping. I woke up to feel Gita massaging my feet. Her hands were soft and supple, and it felt very nice to have them massaged tenderly by her. Seeing me wake up, she got up and made tea for us. I was still in bed when she came in with the tray of tea and biscuits. I hugged her warmly, as her affection and gratitude towards me was cent percent genuine. Come sit next to me, I said. She did so, and I hugged and kissed her, thanking her too for all the help in the housework that she had taken up willingly. "It is my duty, Didi", she replied shyly. When Sunil returned that evening, we both wrapped ourselves around him, and smothered him with kisses. He was very pleased and happy and returned our kisses with his own repeated, fervent and passionate kisses, alternating between Gita and I. We had dinner and went into the bedroom. Both Gita and I wore transparent nighties, which barely covered our hips, and we were not wearing anything inside. When Sunil entered the room, he was thrilled to see us both in sexy lingerie. I caught hold of Sunil and started to shower kisses on him and Gita pulled down his Bermudas and made him naked and taking his dick in her mouth, started to lick and suck it. Sunil placed his palm over my cunt and shoving his fingers inside, started to rub my G Spot, and the flow of my warm waters commenced. Then Sunil carried us to the bed one by one, and started to lick each of our pussies in turn and drinking deep of the sweet womanly juices and saying what a lucky man he was to have understanding wives. I took Sunil's manhood into my mouth, and sucking vigorously of it and he exploded in my mouth. This was the first time I had sucked Sunil off and I had never tasted his man juice before and it had a different taste that I had never had tasted before, enjoying it, I swallowed it completely and drained his shaft to the last drop. Gita was servicing my cunt with her mouth in the meanwhile and massaging my thighs with her hands. Gita and I alternated to suck on his dick, raising it, while he would lick me or Gita on our womanhoods as one of us serviced his cock As his cock reached a full erection, with all this three play and foreplay, he took our cunts one by one, as we lay on the bed. Spearing one cunt slowly, he would withdraw and shove it into the other waiting cunt. The cockless cunt would be fingered by his active thumb and index fingers. He drove out to seven heavens that night, and till we were fully sated, he did not stop. We were all exhausted by the multiple orgasms we gave each other, and slept in an embrace, Sunil in the middle, we by his side, one arm draped loving around each wife, our faces on either side, my lips on his right cheek, Gita's on his left. In the morning, Gita woke up early, and brought us the morning tea. Before serving us, she bent and touched our feet, and then touched her eyes with her fingertips. She continued to do that every day. And she would touch our feet again in the evening, when Sunil came home from work. We adjusted smoothly into our new routine, and Gita would get calls from her agency with appointments for the day. I told Sunil to buy her a two-wheeler so that she could commute easily. As Gita was very good at her practice, she was soon having a steady income. In the first Monday of every month, she would come to me when I was alone, and hand over her pay check to me. "Didi, this is what I must give you", she would say, falling on my feet, tears of gratitude streaming down her face. I would always tell; her to send it all to her mother, as she was dependent on Gita. We would go to the nearby bank, and make the deposit.