This is Ishitha, and I am a married housewife for 3 years. Till now, every part of my life has been an awesome experience. Even before marriage, with the amount of freedom I got from my parents, I have not experienced such erotic moments.
So to give some background, I belong to a very rich family. My father is into textile business and also has a chain of restaurants and pubs. In my teens, I realized my father was very busy and did not have time to take care of me so much. Also, my mom was the party types - she was always busy with her 'Ladies group' at her club and was always busy with hosting parties etc. Not that she ignored me, but it all resulted in me getting a lot of freedom all the time. My parents never really bothered to ask me why I was late to come home or anything - and I always enjoyed that. As soon I turned 18 and enrolled in a college in Mumbai, I realized what the freedom had done to me.
I was never really interested in studies, but I was a lot into fashion and modeling. I also did a couple of ads that were advertised on TV channels. Well, I wouldn't mind telling you guys that I was quite a slut in college - not as much as you read about the sluts here, but yeah, I was one. In quite a few guys' words, I was pretty hot and good looking too, so I had a way around most of the things I did not want to do.
I also didn't mind being a source of enjoyment for guys. I mean, I of course did not want them to know I was easy to get, but I did not mind giving the edge to the guys I liked. As such, I always had around 3-4 guys who would do anything for me - except that I always agreed to go with them on tours as and when they wished. Frankly, everyone knew I was quite the slut - even the college professors I believe. But since there was no real problem I was creating and also because everyone wanted to take me to bed, nobody really considered it an issue.
I used to frequently go on tours with guys' groups, sometimes as the only girl among 6-7 guys, but I knew there wasn't going to be any issue. Truth be told, I loved to be the only girl for so many guys and the way they tried to seek my attention to get a chance to screw me was so cute!
Anyway, that's some background about my college days. I hardly studied and once I started modelling, I would enroll myself in every modelling fair in the city. Life was real fun during college!
And it was not like my parents had no idea about all my adventures, but I figured they just didn't mind it much. But as soon as I passed out of college, I guess my dad wanted to put an end to me being a slut and wanted to marry me off. Well, I did feel bad that I was not going to enjoy the life I wanted (didn't know back then that married life has an erotic thrill of its own), but settled for it as I did not want to disrespect my parents.
So my dad had a childhood friend called Mohanlal. They studied in the same school and college apparently and were very good friends. Our friends were not family friends per se as they lived in Calcutta and we in Mumbai, but my dad and Mohanlal uncle always kept in touch. They used to frequent each others houses and share a couple of drinks reminiscing their college and school days!
Mohanlal uncle had come to our home quite a few times, and he always treated me like his daughter. He was very polite and kind. He was not as rich as us, because his business had got a severe blow 5 years back, but still they belonged to the middle-class.
Apparently, Mohanlal had just one wish. He wanted to make me his 'bahu'. When my dad broke me this piece of news, I was a little apprehensive because I did not even know who their son was and what he was doing. My father however was adamant that I married him, or rather Mohanlal's son, end of story. I too saw the lad's photo, and he wasn't all that bad either, just that I hadn't met him before and that was going to be weird. Anyway, I went ahead, met him once at a coffee shop. I was quite impressed with his quick wit and humor. He was tall and handsome and carried quite the manly build with him. On our first meeting itself, we discussed quite a few things and I gave the green signal to my dad. The marriage date was fixed, and bam, I was married!
We were on the way to honeymoon to Switzerland, and damn was I excited. My hubby was the most interesting man I met, I felt. As soon as we were away in our own private cab to the airport, I hugged him and he gave me a gentle kiss on my lips - it was really romantic. The next few words though kinda blew my mind!
Vivek: Ishitha, I want to tell you something
Me: Go ahead darling
Vivek: I want to let you know that I have not been in a relationship till now. It's just that with dad and mom always keeping an eye on me, I haven't been able to get hold of a girl. As such, I have had all my horny fantasies to myself and never got a girl to execute them on anyone.
Me: Oh ok, so what?
Vivek: So I just want to let you know that I am really the luckiest man to find such a sexy wife like you, and I want to let you know that I am going to fuck you like a whore everyday of our married life till we get old. I hope you are ok with it!
Frankly, that came as a shock to me. I agree, a newly married man has all sorts of perverted fantasies and ideas of what he wants to do to his wife, but this was kinda unexpected for me. But, I was fine with it. I mean, c'mon I loved to get screwed too.
Me: Ok honey, I am all yours. Don't worry about anything, and I hope I can satisfy all your fantasies.
Vivek: Great, I love you Ishitha. I just want to strip you naked here itself and fuck you like a bitch!
With that he gave a hard slap on my boobs and gave me a deep passionate kiss on my lips biting them at will. Things were starting to take off, I thought!
I also told him then that I was not a virgin and that I had had sex with quite a few guys before marriage.
Vivek: I know, I enquired about you, and people tell me you are quite the slut. That's why I immediately agreed to marry you!
Wow, now that was something! This man was quite the pervert, and I loved it. I was looking forward to all the things that he was going to do to me. Man, I was sure I was going to love my married life!
Ok, so the accounts in this thread are not going to be those of how roughly my perverted hubby fucks me day and night everyday, at least it's not the main intention of the thread. So, I am going to exclude how my hubby destroyed me every single day of our honeymoon leaving time for just food and daily chores. I am going to go a few steps ahead and introduce the main character - Ramu.
So, Ramu was the maid's younger brother who worked at Vivek's place and continues to do so. She used to help Vivek's mom with the daily household work. So my mother in law was adamant that we took Ramu with us to the new house, as she believed that a wife's only duty was to keep the husband satisfied and not getting hung up with the daily household work. Well, I did not mind that at all of course, and immediately agreed to the proposal. I initially had my inhibitions of having a male servant around me all the time and I felt I was not going to be comfortable.
What if I really missed my hubby while he was at office and wanted to watch some porn and finger-fuck myself? That was not so easy with the servant constantly keeping an eye on the memsaahib. And c'mon, I know these young lads - they would always be watching out for that 'housewife wardrobe malfunction' as I call it. I have to be always careful with the clothes I wear making sure I do not show off my cleavage or my navel and always come out of bathroom wearing a robe. Well, that sucked. Also, how would Vivek and me comfortably have sex? I did think about a lot of these, but I gave in finally. I could always talk to Vivek and he would take care of things in case they didn't work out for me. At that moment, I never knew how wonderfully erotic my life will be with Ramu living with us!
So as soon as we moved into our new house (which my father had given to us as a gift), we asked my mother in law to send Ramu to us. He was 20 years old and was quite tall for his age. It was a sunday when he arrived and Vivek had gone to pick him up from the railway station.
Ramu came and greeted me, "Pranaam bhabhi". I too welcomed him to our home, which was going to be his too.
We sat down for a cup of coffee, which Ramu himself prepared and Vivek and Ramu discussed a few things back home, which I wasn't really concerned with but pretended to pay attention anyway.
Finally, when the time came, Vivek said, "Chal Ramu bata, teri bhabhi kaisi hai?"
I was kinda surprised by that, Vivek asking a low class servant guy how I looked. Ramu shyly gave me a look as I was sitting on the couch and replied to Vivek: "Achhi hai bhayya bhabhi, aap bhut kismat vale ho".
Hearing those words from Ramu made me blush a little, but still, I wasn't sure where Vivek wanted this conversation to go. He continued, "Abey barabar bata, ek dum maal hai na bhabhi?".
I was shocked with Vivek's words! I mean, what was he trying to do? I learnt that he was perverted given all the things he did to me during our honeymoon, but this was new. He was asking a cheap laborer to rate his wife, asking him if I was a "maal".
Ramu too seemed a little shocked but what's he got to lose? My husband himself was giving him the edge! He said with discomfort, "Haan Vivek bhayya, bahut".
Vivek still didn't seem to be satisfied, but I guess he just cut it at that.
"Achha theek hai, chalo abhi tum thoda rest le lo. Bhabhi aur hum andar chalte hai bedroom me. Do ghante baad tum ko bulata hu, khana ready kar lo tab, tab tak uss kamre me darwaaza band kar ke so jao".
I knew Vivek wanted to take me inside to fuck me. It was just 9 in the morning and he had already fucked me all day yesterday till about 4 AM in the morning, and he wanted to fuck me again now! Well, I surely liked it, but I was still confused about his intentions of asking Ramu how hot I was.
So to give some background, I belong to a very rich family. My father is into textile business and also has a chain of restaurants and pubs. In my teens, I realized my father was very busy and did not have time to take care of me so much. Also, my mom was the party types - she was always busy with her 'Ladies group' at her club and was always busy with hosting parties etc. Not that she ignored me, but it all resulted in me getting a lot of freedom all the time. My parents never really bothered to ask me why I was late to come home or anything - and I always enjoyed that. As soon I turned 18 and enrolled in a college in Mumbai, I realized what the freedom had done to me.
I was never really interested in studies, but I was a lot into fashion and modeling. I also did a couple of ads that were advertised on TV channels. Well, I wouldn't mind telling you guys that I was quite a slut in college - not as much as you read about the sluts here, but yeah, I was one. In quite a few guys' words, I was pretty hot and good looking too, so I had a way around most of the things I did not want to do.
I also didn't mind being a source of enjoyment for guys. I mean, I of course did not want them to know I was easy to get, but I did not mind giving the edge to the guys I liked. As such, I always had around 3-4 guys who would do anything for me - except that I always agreed to go with them on tours as and when they wished. Frankly, everyone knew I was quite the slut - even the college professors I believe. But since there was no real problem I was creating and also because everyone wanted to take me to bed, nobody really considered it an issue.
I used to frequently go on tours with guys' groups, sometimes as the only girl among 6-7 guys, but I knew there wasn't going to be any issue. Truth be told, I loved to be the only girl for so many guys and the way they tried to seek my attention to get a chance to screw me was so cute!
Anyway, that's some background about my college days. I hardly studied and once I started modelling, I would enroll myself in every modelling fair in the city. Life was real fun during college!
And it was not like my parents had no idea about all my adventures, but I figured they just didn't mind it much. But as soon as I passed out of college, I guess my dad wanted to put an end to me being a slut and wanted to marry me off. Well, I did feel bad that I was not going to enjoy the life I wanted (didn't know back then that married life has an erotic thrill of its own), but settled for it as I did not want to disrespect my parents.
So my dad had a childhood friend called Mohanlal. They studied in the same school and college apparently and were very good friends. Our friends were not family friends per se as they lived in Calcutta and we in Mumbai, but my dad and Mohanlal uncle always kept in touch. They used to frequent each others houses and share a couple of drinks reminiscing their college and school days!
Mohanlal uncle had come to our home quite a few times, and he always treated me like his daughter. He was very polite and kind. He was not as rich as us, because his business had got a severe blow 5 years back, but still they belonged to the middle-class.
Apparently, Mohanlal had just one wish. He wanted to make me his 'bahu'. When my dad broke me this piece of news, I was a little apprehensive because I did not even know who their son was and what he was doing. My father however was adamant that I married him, or rather Mohanlal's son, end of story. I too saw the lad's photo, and he wasn't all that bad either, just that I hadn't met him before and that was going to be weird. Anyway, I went ahead, met him once at a coffee shop. I was quite impressed with his quick wit and humor. He was tall and handsome and carried quite the manly build with him. On our first meeting itself, we discussed quite a few things and I gave the green signal to my dad. The marriage date was fixed, and bam, I was married!
We were on the way to honeymoon to Switzerland, and damn was I excited. My hubby was the most interesting man I met, I felt. As soon as we were away in our own private cab to the airport, I hugged him and he gave me a gentle kiss on my lips - it was really romantic. The next few words though kinda blew my mind!
Vivek: Ishitha, I want to tell you something
Me: Go ahead darling
Vivek: I want to let you know that I have not been in a relationship till now. It's just that with dad and mom always keeping an eye on me, I haven't been able to get hold of a girl. As such, I have had all my horny fantasies to myself and never got a girl to execute them on anyone.
Me: Oh ok, so what?
Vivek: So I just want to let you know that I am really the luckiest man to find such a sexy wife like you, and I want to let you know that I am going to fuck you like a whore everyday of our married life till we get old. I hope you are ok with it!
Frankly, that came as a shock to me. I agree, a newly married man has all sorts of perverted fantasies and ideas of what he wants to do to his wife, but this was kinda unexpected for me. But, I was fine with it. I mean, c'mon I loved to get screwed too.
Me: Ok honey, I am all yours. Don't worry about anything, and I hope I can satisfy all your fantasies.
Vivek: Great, I love you Ishitha. I just want to strip you naked here itself and fuck you like a bitch!
With that he gave a hard slap on my boobs and gave me a deep passionate kiss on my lips biting them at will. Things were starting to take off, I thought!
I also told him then that I was not a virgin and that I had had sex with quite a few guys before marriage.
Vivek: I know, I enquired about you, and people tell me you are quite the slut. That's why I immediately agreed to marry you!
Wow, now that was something! This man was quite the pervert, and I loved it. I was looking forward to all the things that he was going to do to me. Man, I was sure I was going to love my married life!
Ok, so the accounts in this thread are not going to be those of how roughly my perverted hubby fucks me day and night everyday, at least it's not the main intention of the thread. So, I am going to exclude how my hubby destroyed me every single day of our honeymoon leaving time for just food and daily chores. I am going to go a few steps ahead and introduce the main character - Ramu.
So, Ramu was the maid's younger brother who worked at Vivek's place and continues to do so. She used to help Vivek's mom with the daily household work. So my mother in law was adamant that we took Ramu with us to the new house, as she believed that a wife's only duty was to keep the husband satisfied and not getting hung up with the daily household work. Well, I did not mind that at all of course, and immediately agreed to the proposal. I initially had my inhibitions of having a male servant around me all the time and I felt I was not going to be comfortable.
What if I really missed my hubby while he was at office and wanted to watch some porn and finger-fuck myself? That was not so easy with the servant constantly keeping an eye on the memsaahib. And c'mon, I know these young lads - they would always be watching out for that 'housewife wardrobe malfunction' as I call it. I have to be always careful with the clothes I wear making sure I do not show off my cleavage or my navel and always come out of bathroom wearing a robe. Well, that sucked. Also, how would Vivek and me comfortably have sex? I did think about a lot of these, but I gave in finally. I could always talk to Vivek and he would take care of things in case they didn't work out for me. At that moment, I never knew how wonderfully erotic my life will be with Ramu living with us!
So as soon as we moved into our new house (which my father had given to us as a gift), we asked my mother in law to send Ramu to us. He was 20 years old and was quite tall for his age. It was a sunday when he arrived and Vivek had gone to pick him up from the railway station.
Ramu came and greeted me, "Pranaam bhabhi". I too welcomed him to our home, which was going to be his too.
We sat down for a cup of coffee, which Ramu himself prepared and Vivek and Ramu discussed a few things back home, which I wasn't really concerned with but pretended to pay attention anyway.
Finally, when the time came, Vivek said, "Chal Ramu bata, teri bhabhi kaisi hai?"
I was kinda surprised by that, Vivek asking a low class servant guy how I looked. Ramu shyly gave me a look as I was sitting on the couch and replied to Vivek: "Achhi hai bhayya bhabhi, aap bhut kismat vale ho".
Hearing those words from Ramu made me blush a little, but still, I wasn't sure where Vivek wanted this conversation to go. He continued, "Abey barabar bata, ek dum maal hai na bhabhi?".
I was shocked with Vivek's words! I mean, what was he trying to do? I learnt that he was perverted given all the things he did to me during our honeymoon, but this was new. He was asking a cheap laborer to rate his wife, asking him if I was a "maal".
Ramu too seemed a little shocked but what's he got to lose? My husband himself was giving him the edge! He said with discomfort, "Haan Vivek bhayya, bahut".
Vivek still didn't seem to be satisfied, but I guess he just cut it at that.
"Achha theek hai, chalo abhi tum thoda rest le lo. Bhabhi aur hum andar chalte hai bedroom me. Do ghante baad tum ko bulata hu, khana ready kar lo tab, tab tak uss kamre me darwaaza band kar ke so jao".
I knew Vivek wanted to take me inside to fuck me. It was just 9 in the morning and he had already fucked me all day yesterday till about 4 AM in the morning, and he wanted to fuck me again now! Well, I surely liked it, but I was still confused about his intentions of asking Ramu how hot I was.