Crossing the Line

Considering that my marriage has just been eleven months old, I think I still qualify as a newlywed. I married a very kind and pragmatic man who was also incredibly generous. He did everything on his own to develop his property and business, rather than taking inheritance. He has recently purchased a brand-new 5BHK apartment in South City Residency, Kolkata. He is obviously a highly ambitious and energetic man. He manages his enterprises on his own and never hesitates to launch new ones. For that reason, obviously he has to travel a lot and is constantly busy at work when he returns home.

However, unfortunately, he has no time for his wife. Most of the days in a month he stays outstations, and when in Kolkata, there is no fixed time for him to come home. Most of the time he is busy with instructing or ordering his office staff, arguing with his business partners, talking about investments, and fixing his office-problems etc.

Even if he comes home, he doesn’t spend much time talking or eating together, and having sex is not even an option. Three times total–once on our first night together, once while on our honeymoon, and once at our parents’ house–we solely engaged in sexual activity. As per Bengali marriage ritual husband and wife has to stay at bride’s parents’ house 8 days from the date of marriage. Naturally, there was no network in his phone, so he fucked me there.

I born & brought up in a very poor family. My father used to work in my father-in-law’s company, at Bangalore, as a mine-supervisor, and only weekends we could able to see his face. My father-in-law too is a very generous man, always treated me as his daughter from my childhood. He had paid all of my and my brother’s educations fees, from the beginning. When papa passed away, I was just 23, just completed my masters in distance, along with working as primary teacher in a primary school. He proposed my mother about my marriage with his elder son.

We all agreed.

It’s nothing like that, my husband doesn’t want to marry me, or he loved someone else. We both had talked about this in details, took our time, and after almost 3 years we did marry. In between, I have deeply observed him, he doesn’t drink much – very limited and occasionally, doesn’t go out much — only business meetings, and girls or women is just out of question. Above all I must mention that even though we had sex very few times, he was very wild at bed, it would be unfair if I don’t say he is the best among all I have slept with till date. But my cravings for sex is just too high.

Since I crossed 18 and become and adult, I haven’t had many close friends to discuss about sex, although my life was quite interesting and fascinating before getting married. Despite being part of the poor family, we were open minded, wild and very kinky, especially my mother. We used to have girls talk just like best friends, discuss each and everything in details, gossip and all. And ever since I had caught her having sex in the kitchen with someone else, we become closer.

We became sisters.

In fact, more than that, we were like… well something else, that usually we benglis don’t even think about it in our dreams.

We started exchanging dirty jokes and dares, such as me not wearing panties while riding the bus to college, where people would rub their dick on my ass and a few would even touch my pussy, or me touching the dick of a college stud in the corner of the library at our college. She was forced to take a shower in our outside bathroom, which was only partially covered by a few torn flexes despite being on the back side of our room. A lot of kids and even mature people, I’ve noticed, used to sneak us while taking showers.

The ultimate was when she opened the gate to welcome my father’s friend but simply exposed herself in her petticoat. Of course, she tied a knot on her breast, but the knot gap made her cleavage and some of her boobs plainly visible. We used to dress in new outfits in front of each other, such as a blouse, bra, panty, petticoat, salwar, kurti, etc., and stay half-naked or even completely naked underneath at home [like me wearing only a kurti without a bra-panty and no salwar, or sometimes my brother’s t-shirt only, nothing else, and she wrapped her petticoat; knotting that over her breasts, etc], or tying out our old outfits differently, seductive dance with wigging asses or pressing our boobs for each-others and sometimes feeling each other too, like touching, pressing etc.

She showed me how to finger my pussy, shave my pubic hair, and how to move my fingers up, down, around, and in circles, among other things. She also showed me how to be creative and how to utilise veggies for pleasure. But everything abruptly ended after marriage. We switched to a virtual connection. We both got on the phone and started talking about our daily lives, routines, gossiping, and sharing private information.

The point is that my life was very different from what it was before marriage. I was left with no choice except to wait at home, go shopping, blow some money, and so forth. And even though we are married, our connection with my husband was more like that of two strangers sharing a hotel room or two friends from high school or college residing in a dorm together.

So, I started to try-out some different things. One day I searched “sex chat” online, and found a site where simply speak with someone having alias DOMmaster and other random men online with a fake name of theslutwifeannu. We both shared our feelings about sex, and I confessed, deep down, I always crave to become a submissive slut for my man; just like how my mother taught me to submit sexually without hesitation and please the man.

After lot of discussions and sharing stuffs, I had, in fact, cheated on my husband Amar for a few months…. by using my fingers, toys, or veggies as directed by DOMmaster or some unidentified men from the chat room. I sometimes used to be submissive cum hungry cheap slut who could do anything to please her master, sometimes a pet like dog or cat crawling on the floors, sometimes I roleplayed being daughter who seduced her father and had sex in the same bed where her parents sleep, or daughter-in-law and father-in-law, brother and sister, etc. I even once being my mother I chatted about having sex with her son. It was all online, However, even after getting married, I had never cheated on Amar with another guy. In all honesty, I hadn’t even considered it.

But that night my life again took a huge turnaround.

It was my 26th birthday in February, a little cold but not so much in the big city and as usual, my husband was travelling. This was my first birthday since we got married. Truth be told, I never expected anyone to surprise me, give me special treatment, or do anything else of the kind, in my birthday’s. My loved ones were at my side, as I always hoped. My mum always cooks rice kheer on this day to make it more unforgettable. Even though, last year, was something extraordinarily out of this world, reason being; not only I was turning 25, I was also getting married, so naturally I had received something extra special from my mother.

Anyways, I wished I had at least received one message from my hubby, but unfortunately, I didn’t. I thus spent the following three hours shopping at South City Mall following lunch. I purchased many new clothes (skirts, dresses, and blouses), 12 kinds of underwear, including thongs, 3 garter belts, 5 pairs of stockings, and 6 pairs of thigh-high stockings. I tested each one, in the trail room.

Additionally, I took photographs of each of them wearing even in the underwear’s as well. Being exposed to the public while naked made me smile and laugh. So, in the trail room, I finally posed for photos wearing my new stocking. Of course, another included using the timer on my phone to crawl around on the floor inside that trial room.

After that, I went back to the house. Later that evening, when our maids had gone. I fired up my laptop and started chatting with DOMmaster, also shared all the photos I took earlier. I was lying on the couch as ordinary, simply wearing one of my husband’s white shirts and a button-up, which was my typical outfit for the remaining of the day, The doorbell rang unexpectedly.

I idly cast a cursory glance at the door camera display. So, I did. I saw someone was standing facing around, with a big bouquet. I sprinted to open the door at that precise moment. It had to be my busy husband who arrived early from work to wish birthday, his wife all the way here. I made no effort to conceal myself or wear anything else, even I didn’t consider that anyone may see me, including anyone who live across the door.

The moment I opened the door, I discovered it wasn’t my husband, but rather his brother, and my smile was short-lived. “You?” Being completely taken aback at the time, I questioned while attempting to cover my nakedness with one hand at the bottom of the shirt to cover my panty less pussy and with the other hand right on the cleavage. I bent a little bit and crossed my legs, so that it can help me to cover up just in case I move my hand. However, since I was wearing a white shirt, my assets were visible despite all of my efforts…

But he didn’t give a damn and continued to gaze into my eyes like a gentleman. ” Yes, boudi [sister-in-law],” he answered. “Many Many Happy Returns of the Day, boudi [sister-in-law],” he said, adding, “my brother had called me since he couldn’t get in touch with you while he was out of town. I simply happened to be passing Elign Road, so he suggested that perhaps I might keep you company”. He lied.

Elign Road was only a short distance away, but neither he travels across this side of Kolkata nor he was in his office clothes. He was really overdressed, and I could tell he smelled nice, which was a bit seductive for me, So I offered him “Thanks! Come inside.”

I turned around and started to walk towards my room, to wear something appropriate.