The Sleeper Bus: A Diwali Journey chapter 1

🔥 The Sleeper Bus: A Diwali Journey
I. The Beginning of the Double Life
My name is Aditya. For three years, I’ve been happily married, yet lately, I’ve felt like I’m living two lives. The first is the life of a new professional in Bangalore; the second is a secret life I started reliving only after my wedding—a quiet, burning desire to cross-dress.
A recent job transfer brought me south, but with my wife pregnant, she had to stay in Pune with her parents. So, I settled into a dreary PG, and the quiet separation felt both lonely and oddly freeing.
One week in, I was assigned to a project led by Sam Malhotra. Sam was striking—an athlete's build, handsome, and an almost-champion badminton player, nearly my age. He was married too, and his wife also worked in Pune, which meant Sam was a frequent traveler, often making the long trip home.
I’m of average build, five-foot-ten, slightly bulky, and fair-skinned. I’ve loved cross-dressing since I was a child. I stopped in college, but after marriage, watching my wife arrange her collection of cute dresses, the desire flared back up. Whenever I found myself alone, I’d indulge.
Sam and I clicked immediately. The Pune connection instantly bridged the gap, and as the new guy, I was quickly integrated into his group. Coffee breaks turned into easy camaraderie.
II. The Shared Journey
Life was smooth until Diwali approached. I asked Sam for a full week off. "No chance," he chuckled, "we have deliverables." He compromised: two days of leave and three days of work-from-home.
"We can travel together," he suggested, leaning in. "Take the sleeper bus to Pune. We'll work on the laptops and arrive home just in time for the festival."
I agreed. On the day of departure, we settled into our shared sleeper cabin on the bus from Bangalore.
We opened our laptops. After an hour, my tasks were done. "Sam, I’m done," I announced.
"Okay. Go on and sleep. I have some pending work," he said without looking up.
I shut down the laptop, laid down, pulled the scratchy blanket over me, and started scrolling through Instagram. Sam was still sitting up, and my screen was fully visible to him.
As I watched reels, a video of a male-to-female transformation appeared. I was instantly mesmerized by the makeup and the outfit. I scrolled through that influencer's profile, watching "Get Ready With Me" videos—tutorials on wearing a saree, styling a half-saree, and advice on bras and trousers for concealing panty lines.
I was completely absorbed, forgetting where I was, forgetting Sam. Then, a cold wave of realization hit me: Sam could see everything.
I froze. I slowly shifted my eyes to him. He wasn't looking at the screen, but his lips held a slow, evil smile. I immediately stopped scrolling, put the phone down, and willed myself to sleep.
III. The Line is Crossed
Sam finally finished, put his laptop aside, and instead of reaching for his own blanket, he subtly tried to sneak into mine. A dizzying mix of fear and electric excitement shot through me. Our legs brushed, and a shiver—a physical jolt—went down my spine. I moved my leg away, desperately trying to resume my sleep, but the sudden adrenaline rush made it impossible.
I took the pillow from beneath my head and used my right arm instead, turning away from him. A moment later, I felt the space beneath his head solidify—he had taken my pillow.
The bus hit a rough patch. The cabin shook violently, and my right arm began to ache. I switched sides, replacing it with my left arm, which meant I was now facing Sam.
His eyes were open, the evil smile still playing on his lips. "What happened? Can't sleep?" he asked, his voice low.
"The potholes are terrible," I mumbled. "Sam, could you please give me a pillow? My hand is aching."
"I need it to sleep," he replied, and then, he did the unexpected. He extended his left arm, offering it to me as a pillow.
I hesitated, then rested my head gingerly on his forearm.
"Hmm, not there," he whispered. "Sleep on my upper arm."
I laughed nervously and placed my head on his shoulder. To my utter surprise, I fell asleep instantly.
IV. Morning Confession
I woke up at 5:30 AM, instantly aware of our position. My left hand was draped across his chest, and my left leg was nestled between both of his. I was curled into him, my head still resting on his right shoulder.
Sam's eyes were open. "Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied, and tried to move, worried I was putting weight on his arm. But he smoothly wrapped his right arm around me, pulling me tighter against him.
My head now rested on his solid chest, his hand reached around my back and landed firmly on my buttocks. My left leg was now thrown across his body, my knee brushing against the rigid proof of his morning arousal.
He began idly playing with my hair. I wrestled with two thoughts: Should I stop this? or Just feel his body. The second thought won. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the closeness.
"I've booked our return journey in five days on the same bus," he said softly. "Is that okay?"
"Mmm-hmm," I hummed, feeling his manhood expand further against my knee.
Then came the words that shattered the secrecy. "You like wearing girly clothes. You're a cross-dresser, aren't you, babe?"
I kept my eyes closed, choosing silence. He squeezed my buttocks with a firm, proprietary grip. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He squeezed again, harder, like kneading dough.
I didn't pull away. Instead, I pressed my knee against his hardness, giving him a deliberate knee-rub. A low, involuntary moan escaped his lips. He squeezed my buttocks even harder, giving me the signal I needed. I began to move my knee with purpose.
He kissed my forehead. I moved my hand under the blanket, down to his penis, grasping it through the thick fabric of his cargo pants. The squeeze on my buttocks stopped, replaced by a series of slow, private moans. I realized he was massive—eight to nine inches, and so thick I couldn't wrap my hand around it.
I cautiously pulled his zipper down and, through the fly of his underwear, took hold of his erection.
Suddenly, the bus braked. "Pune!" the driver shouted.
I looked up into Sam's eyes. They held deep disappointment. He opened them and pressed a kiss onto my lips. I responded instantly, desperately trying to stroke his penis as fast as I could. We were kissing fiercely, tongues mingling, breath ragged. We knew the driver would be back, but we didn't care. He briefly mounted me, still kissing me, as I gripped his hair, pulling his mouth closer.
"Sir, we've reached Pune! Please come down from the bus!" The driver's voice was loud now, right outside our curtain.
Sam pulled back, our eyes locking. Neither of us wanted to stop. His manhood was now straining at the opening of his pants. I gave it a final, playful stroke.
"We have to get down, Sam. Someone will come," I whispered.
I gently placed his penis back into his pants and zipped him up. He planted one last, hard kiss and bit my lip. The driver was shouting again; we were the only ones left.
We gathered our bags and stepped out. In the cool morning air of Pune, I leaned my head on his shoulder for a final moment. We booked Ubers, said a heavy goodbye, and went off to our respective homes.

Chapter 2 is coming soon.

Chapter 2: Aditi return
Four days have passed since that memorable bus journey, and the house is now filled with the warmth of family and the faint scent of Diwali festivities.
"While I worked from home, I continuously looked for any messages from Sam on Teams, but there was complete silence from his end. On the last day of my work from home, he messaged me: 'Hi babe, sorry for not being able to get in touch with you during the festival. Our tickets for Bangalore are sent. Don't miss the bus. See you on the bus. Bye, babe.'
I was really happy after seeing that message from him. He called me 'babe'! Did he like me? Did he want to continue where we had just left off? Was he also missing me? I couldn't concentrate on work. I told my wife and family members I was leaving today, packed my bag, and rushed to catch the bus.
When I entered, the bus was the same one we took from Bangalore. This time, we had seats at the end. The bus was almost empty; perhaps people were still enjoying Diwali at home. I went to our bus cabin. Sam hadn't arrived yet. I got settled, and the bus stopped. Then Sam, my hunk, entered. I waved him over to our seat. He came, we settled into our cabin, and he closed the curtains.
I felt like a bride ready for her first night. I spoke first: 'Sam, I am working on the Excel sheet you wanted to send to the client today. I will finish it in two hours and send it to you for your input. Is that fine?' Sam said, 'Don't bother. I will take care of that.' He brought a gift in his bag and handed it to me. 'Happy Diwali,' he said. I told him, 'Oh, sorry, I forgot a Diwali gift for you.' He replied, 'No issue, babe. Open it.'
I opened the gift and my jaw froze. What a big surprise: a purple baby doll with purple panties. I felt both excited and fearful at the same time. I told him, 'Thanks for the gift, Sam. I will wear this at my PG and send you a picture. Thank you so much.' Sam had a smile on his face. He said, 'It's for the bus journey, dear. Wear it now and enjoy your girly side.' I told him, 'I don't think so, Sam. There are people in the bus. What if someone saw me in this baby doll? Also, how can I change? It's a very small place, and you are sitting right here.' He got upset. He said, 'Yes, you're right. It's a bad idea. I don't know why I wasted three days searching for and finding this gift for you. Never mind. Please open your laptop and work on that Excel sheet."

I felt bad after hearing this from Sam. He spent three days shopping for me, and I was still thinking like a coward. I didn't know what to do; I was completely out of my mind.
Then, the driver announced a washroom break, saying, "We will only stop for 15 minutes." Hearing this, Sam opened the curtains and left for the washroom. I seized the opportunity, closed the curtains again, and quickly started removing my clothes and putting them in my bag. I put on the satin silk purple panties—they fit my butt great—and wore the baby doll dress. I covered my body with a blanket, opened my laptop, and started working.
When Sam returned to the cabin, I could see he was still upset. He ignored me and started working on his laptop without even looking at me. I said to him, "Sammy dear, please close the curtains." He replied without looking up, "No need for that now."
I removed the blanket from my body and showed him the baby doll I was wearing. "You don't want to see my baby doll, honey?" His face suddenly lit up with joy, and he hurriedly closed the curtains. Sam said, "Oh, baby, you look so gorgeous in this! It fits you so well." "Yes, baby, it fits so good! Thank you so much, my hunk. I will work on the Excel sheet now."
Sam threw my laptop aside, pulled me to his side, and kissed me gently on the lips. Sam said, "No, babe. I will take care of the work; you take care of me." I started kissing him passionately. I sucked his lower lip as he sucked my upper lip. He mounted me, and through the baby doll dress, he started sucking my nipples. I felt so horny now. I asked him, "Do you want milk from my nipples? Suck it and see if it comes." He laughed and bit my nipples. I folded my legs around his body. He kept sucking my nipples and put two fingers in my mouth for me to suck.
Suddenly, he got a Teams call from a client. "Fuck, why does this happen every time?" he muttered. He sat up, put his laptop on his thighs, and joined the call. I had no other option but to wait for him to finish. I took my phone and started clicking my own photos in the new dress. He admired me out of the corner of his eye, giving me naughty laughs and signs. I grew horny and bored, as his call was taking so much time.
I moved my hand to his thighs. He lifted his laptop, and I opened his trousers and pulled his underwear down to his knees. Wow, the 9-inch monster was in my hand again after five days! I pulled his foreskin back and, without hesitation, took his cock into my mouth. He moaned slightly and muted himself. He guided my face onto his cock. We maintained eye contact, and I was sucking his cock vigorously. I had to use a lot of saliva because his dick was so big. We were enjoying this bus journey on the next level. I pulled away from his cock and started sucking his balls. His pre-cum oozed out; he no longer cared about the Teams call. I took his cock in my mouth again; it's now completely erect.
After sucking him for fifteen minutes, I removed my panties. I turned around and took a doggy position. Sam told the client he had to close the call due to a "network issue" and would call back in an hour. Sam threw his laptop aside, spit on his hand, and put a finger inside my butt. Oh, it was paining like hell! He insisted on a second one, and then three fingers. I am in such a pain, 'ahhhhah samy baby go slow'I put my mouth on the pillow, unable to bear the pain. Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers and started putting his dick in my ass. Oh, my anal ring was so tight I am about to loose my anal virginity to this hunk I feel excited, still my ass wasn't allowing his entrance. I was in a lot of pain now. Suddenly, I heard a sound—gulp!—and his dick finally entered my ass. I finally relaxed my self and surrender to his big cock.
He tied my both hands back, put his weight on my body, and inserted his dick. "Ahahahhaa! Samyy my love go slow I am virgin baby" I moaned into the pillow. He started to fuck me slow and rhythmically. Then he increased the speed, fucking me hard. The pain now changed to pleasure, and I started forcing my ass onto his dick. " Fuck me samy make me your bitch take me hard fucckk me hard ahhahahha" I don't care of any one listen to me they should see how two lover bird make love. My knees were hurting now. I told him, "Sam, my knees are paining!" He immediately changed position. Now he was on his back, and I was sitting on his cock. I pushed my ass down onto his cock. He held me with his hands and guided me on his pole. "Ahhhha! It's the most awesome fucking I'm receiving!" " aaaaahhha fuck me sam like you fuck your wife me me yours" He changed position again; now we were both lying on one side. He held my one leg up and was fucking me. His face was very close to mine. I tried to kiss him while he was fucking my ass, i told him my ass pussy is your from now fuck me use me tease me samy.
He told me, "I am about to explode! Where do you want my seed?" I told him, "In my mouth!" He freed my leg. I scooted near his thighs and took his cock in my mouth again, and immediately he started cumming in my face. "Ahhhha! It's thick milky so juicy!" I drank all his cum. He then asked me to cuddle him, and we both fell asleep.
"I slept like a baby for six hours straight, completely satisfied, happy, freshly fucked, and spooning with my hunk Sam. We were still cuddling when the driver announced we had reached Bangalore. I kissed Sam on his nose, his chin, and his forehead, and whispered in his ear, 'Waky waky, sleepyhead.'
He opened his eyes and smiled at me. We cuddled for a few minutes without saying a word, lost in the dreamy sex we had just shared. I spoke first: 'Can I change now, Sam?' He said, 'Yes, Aditi.' I was surprised: 'Aditi?' He smiled and announced, 'From now on, I will call you Aditi.' I said, 'Okay, Sammy, as you wish this Aditi is your from now'
I changed in front of him; his eyes did not leave my body for even a second. We packed all our belongings, and the bus stopped in Bangalore. I could see some passengers looking at me and smiling. I had the thought, 'Did they listen to our sex session?' I felt worried. Then Sammy put a hand on my shoulder: 'Don't worry. No one really knows.' I put my head on his shoulder. We booked a Rapido, and he went to his lavish 2 BHK flat, and I went to my PG."
Part 3 will coming soon

Chapter 3: The redemption from hospitality
I returned to my place with the most satisfying smile I had ever worn. Dressing as a girl for Sam—seeing his admiration, feeling his love, and experiencing his passion—felt less like reality and more like a sublime dream. I was truly on cloud nine.
I went straight for a bath, and even though the physical memory of the encounter lingered—a pleasurable ache in my ass give constant reminder—I quickly got ready and headed to the office.
There, I saw Sam: sharp in a clean, ironed white shirt, tight black trousers, and pointed brown shoes. He flashed me a brief, mischievous smile before heading into his cabin to begin work. I, too, plunged into my tasks, quickly setting aside the emotional rush of the morning.
The workday was relentless. Meetings and pressing work obligations meant we couldn't go for our usual coffee breaks. The day ended without us exchanging a single meaningful word. I reasoned that he was likely overwhelmed after the vacation and just had too much to catch up on.
However, an entire week passed, and Sam didn't bring up the subject of our night together at all. He remained intensely focused on his work. We had even stopped going to coffee breaks together. Negative thoughts began to creep in; I worried that for him, it had been nothing more than a casual hook-up.
Finally, I couldn't take the silence anymore. I decided to reach out.
I messaged him: "Hi Sam, can we talk?"
His reply came back immediately: "Hi yes, tell me Aditya."

I took a deep breath, my fingers trembling slightly over the keyboard. The casualness of his reply stung, confirming my fears that he hadn't given the night a second thought. I needed to be direct.
"It's about the other night," I typed, then hesitated. Deleting that, I went for a more professional tone, hoping to mask the raw vulnerability I felt. "Sam, I need clarity on what happened between us last weekend. I feel like we haven't spoken since, and I don't want there to be any ambiguity." He said come to my cabin. I went to his cabin
He said "Aditya, I apologize for the silence. You’re right,I have been slammed with work, but that’s no excuse. Look, that night was incredible. Truly. But I think we both need to be realistic about this."
"How? I don't understand, Sam," I responded, utterly confused.
He lifted his head from his phone, a strange, almost evil smile spreading across his face. "See, Aditya, I'm not gay. I had sex with a girl whose name is Aditi. You are Aditya. If you want me to treat you like I treated Aditi, then you will have to be Aditi here, not Aditya."
I was shocked. "What?" I managed to ask. "What do you want? Should I come to the office in a baby doll outfit so you will give me all your attention?"
He chuckled. "Not exactly, but I can't see you in these male formals anymore. From now on, you will come to the office only on Tuesday and Friday, and that will be the afternoon shift, from 5 PM to 3 AM."
He then gestured toward my desk. "I've already done some shopping for you. It's in your desk drawer. I'm expecting you to wear whatever is in there to the office."
I protested immediately. "Sam, no one comes to the office on Tuesday and Friday for an afternoon shift! Everyone leaves by 4 PM! What am I supposed to do here alone?"
He merely smiled and said, "Indulge your cross-dressing hobby." Then, without another word, he turned and left.
Chapter 5: The Contents of the Drawer
I hurried to my desk and opened the drawer. Inside, I found several online order packages. I hastily gathered them, stuffed them all into my bag, and immediately made my way to the deserted breakout area.
I waited until everyone had finally left the office. Once the floor was silent, I opened the first package. It contained a pair of formal trousers. A normal formal pant, I thought. Wait a minute. I realized the pants had no button and not even a zipper. Oh, God—it was a woman's formal trouser. The second package contained a formal white shirt, but the buttons were aligned on the opposite side—a woman's shirt. How will I wear these clothes during a normal office shift? I thought in a panic.
The third package contained a very delicate bracelet. It wasn't distinctly girly or masculine, but it had the initials "AM" engraved on it. I frowned. Why "AM"? Why not "AS" for Aditi and Sam? Then, a chilling realization hit me: "Aditi Malhotra." Oh, am I supposed to be his wife now?
At that moment, despite the shock and confusion, my body betrayed me; my arousal surged, and my dick suddenly hardened.
The fourth package held a set of three satin panties: blue, pink, and purple. How am I supposed to wash these in the PG? I worried, realizing the practical difficulties this new life imposed. Finally, the last package was a large makeup kit—the same brand and type that my wife used. It included everything: eyeliner, mascara, foundation, lipstick. I just thanked God that he hadn't included a bra for me to wear under these formal clothes.
I quickly repacked everything into my bag and headed back to my paying guest accommodation, my head spinning with the reality of Sam's twisted fantasy.

Chapter 6: The Transformation
The hours crawled by. Back in my room, the packages lay scattered on my bed like pieces of an impossible puzzle. The initial shock had given way to a whirlwind of fear, resentment, and, shamefully, a thrilling sense of anticipation. Sam's demands were outrageous, crossing every line of professional conduct, yet they perfectly indulged the secret part of me that had always craved cross-dressing.
Tuesday arrived, heavy and humid. I spent the day trying to focus on my usual work, but I was distracted by the looming 5 PM deadline. At 4:30 PM, I opene panties set and taken my favourite colour purple panties Slipping on the purple satin felt illicit, a private rebellion. The smooth material provided a shocking contrast to the coarse cotton I usually wore. Then woman’s trousers. They fit surprisingly well, tailored perfectly to my size, accentuating my hips in a way my masculine trousers never did. Next came the shirt; the buttons on the opposite side felt strange under my fingers, but the fabric was crisp and professional.
Finally, the makeup kit. I had watched my wife do her routine countless times, fascinated. Now, I was the subject.
I started tentatively, applying foundation to cover my slight beard shadow. The eyeliner was difficult, leaving shaky black lines until I managed a neat, subtle flick. Mascara made my lashes look surprisingly long. I chose a soft pink lipstick, feeling an almost ceremonial pride in the careful application. When I finally looked in the mirror, Aditya was gone. Standing there was a woman—Aditi. She was nervous, slightly overdone, but undeniably feminine. The "AM" bracelet slid onto my wrist, completing the uniform.
By 4:55 PM, I was standing outside the massive glass doors of the office building. The regular crowd had thinned out; a few late-stayers were rushing to the elevators. I felt exposed, I ducked into the restroom to compose myself, took a final, steadying breath, and then walked out into the empty office floor.
It was exactly 5:05 PM. The silence was deafening. The only light came from the security lamps and the distant glow of the city outside the huge windows.
A text buzzed on my phone. It was Sam.
Sam: Welcome, Aditi. Your cabin is the only one lit. Come in.
My legs felt heavy, but I walked toward his cabin, the clicking of my shoes echoing in the vast, empty space. I stopped at the frosted glass door, raised a trembling hand, and knocked.
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Chapter 7: The After-Hours Meeting
The door to Sam's cabin opened, and he stood up. "You're looking like a Princess Diana dear," he said, his eyes scanning me. "So beautiful, so gorgeous, looking like, well, a wow." I recognized the phrase from an online reel, but I simply managed a quiet, "Thank you."
He stepped out from behind his chair, approaching me until he was mere inches from my face, and whispered in my ear, "Follow me to the washroom."
He turned and left. I froze. For a month, this man hadn't even looked at me, and now he was demanding a clandestine encounter. My brain screamed No! It was too risky. If anyone showed up, I would lose my job, and my wife was pregnant. But my heart had other ideas, and my legs, seemingly controlled by that desire, moved toward the washroom.
I tried to rationalize my actions: Just go, have a small talk, a normal kiss, that's it.
I opened the door and saw him zipping up his trousers, just finishing up and moving to wash his hands. He spoke first: "What took you so long?"
He didn't finish the sentence. I rushed toward him, kissing him madly on the lips, smearing my lipstick all over his mouth. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and he carried me, setting me gently down on the cold washroom counter. We kissed wildly. I fumbled to open his shirt. He lifted me again, carried me past the stalls, and closed the final cubicle door behind us.
I slid off him, and we continued kissing like eager teenagers. I unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled down his trousers and underwear. My Sammy dick—my affectionate name for him—was back in my hand. I knelt, taking his cock in my mouth, starting a hard and fast blowjob. He pinned my nipples with one hand. I unbuttoned my own shirt. He pulled me up, slid my trousers down, turned me around, and slightly pulled down my panties, then pushed his cock into my ass.
An unrestrained "Ahahhahaha!" moan escaped my mouth.
He immediately clamped his hand over my mouth. "Don't make noise, Aditi. We work here, we don't fuck," he growled playfully.
I whispered back into his ear, "Fuck me hard, Sam."
He began fucking me like a horny bull. "Hmmmmm, ahhhhaaha, hhehehhaa," I moaned softly. "Ahahhahaha, fuck me, ahahhaha, Sammmy, my hero! Fuck me hard!"
He increased his pace. "Ahha, Aditi, where do you want it this time?"
"Ahahha, Sammy, I want it in my ass, dear! Yes, fuck me and cum in my ass!"
He accelerated further, driving hard. Then, I took his jism deep inside my ass. I think I came at the same time. We both cooled down, staying in the same position for a moment. He finally withdrew his cock. My panties were damp—filled with his cum in the back and with mine in the front.
He pushed me gently away. "Go fresh up and come to my office. We need to talk about an urgent delivery on the project." He kissed me once more and left the cubicle.
I stayed there, a blissful, satisfied smile plastered on my face.

Chapter 9: The new horizone of life
It was Saturday, and Sam and I went shopping. After three rounds of "washroom trips" on Tuesday and six rounds on Friday, I desperately needed new clothes. We were practically insatiable, finding every chance to satisfy our desire in the office.
We drove to MG Road and bought several items: more formal office wear, six-inch heels, ladies' perfume, and a sports bra. Next, I went to a spa to have all my body hair removed and received a deep massage. We then visited a jewelry shop where I got my ears pierced, wearing one stud in my right ear and leaving the left one bare.
We finally sat down at a coffee shop, waiting for our order. Sam’s hand was resting casually on my inner thigh, and I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Sam," I said softly, "I need to find a flat. I can't continue living in the PG with all this going on."
"Yes, that's true," Sam agreed. "You can shift to my 2BHK flat. I live alone, and none of my family members visit, so you can use the other bedroom. But there is one problem."
"What is it?" I asked.
"My maid, Sumi, comes at 8 AM for cooking and household chores, and she finishes by 12 PM. So, no hanky-panky until she leaves the house."
"Okay, sir ji. Anything else?" I responded playfully.
"Yes," Sam said. "Do you know how to cook?"
"Yes, I can cook Maggie," I replied with a slight smile.
He squeezed my inner thigh, making me wince slightly in pain. "I mean normal food, like roti, sabzi, and rice. Can you cook that?"
"No, Sam, I don't know how."
Sam then outlined his plan: "Okay, I will ask Sumi to teach you cooking for three months. After that, you will have to cook for me and take care of the house. We won't need Sumi anymore."
I looked at him, the weight of his expectations finally settling on me. "So, basically," I summarized, "I have to work for you, cook for you, and sleep with you at night. Does that mean I have to perform all your wife's duties?"
"Yes," Sam confirmed, looking directly into my eyes. "I want you to be my wife."
We leaned in and kissed passionately over the small coffee table.
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Chapter 10: The New Housewife 🏡
The move was swift and disorienting. By Sunday evening, a small suitcase containing my "Aditi" wardrobe and personal belongings sat in the second bedroom of Sam's luxurious 2BHK flat.
I spent Monday exploring the apartment. It was modern, clean, and dominated by a cold, impersonal elegance. The second bedroom was comfortable but entirely sterile, emphasizing the temporary, transactional nature of my presence. The reality of my situation—living in my boss's home, preparing to assume a cross-dressed identity for his sexual gratification, and learning to cook for him—was overwhelming.
Tuesday morning, I woke up with a knot of anxiety, listening for the sound of the front door. At precisely 8:00 AM, a cheerful voice called out, "Sahab? Main aa gayi hoon!" (Sir? I have arrived!)
I heard the door open, followed by the clatter of bags being set down. I quickly pulled on a modest pair of shorts and a t-shirt—my last remaining masculine attire—and stepped out into the living room.
Sumi was a petite woman in her late forties, vibrant and bustling. She stopped short, staring at me with a surprised but polite expression.
"Namaste," she said, folding her hands. "Aap...?"
"Namaste. I am Aditya," I said, stumbling slightly over my name. "Sam's… a friend. I’m staying here for a while."
Sumi’s eyes scanned me, lingering momentarily on my freshly pierced ear and smooth, shaved legs, but she quickly masked any curiosity with professionalism. "Achha. The Saheb didn't tell me. Well, I'm Sumi. I take care of the house."
She immediately began her work, quickly establishing her domain in the kitchen. She cooked breakfast for Sam (though he wasn't there) and then efficiently cleaned the entire living space.
Around 10 AM, Sam came out of his room. "Aditya, is Sumi there?" he asked, his tone strictly businesslike.
"Yes, she just finished cleaning and is making tea."
"Good. Now, you need to start your lessons. Tell her you need to learn to make a basic dal and roti."
I walked back into the kitchen, my cheeks slightly flushed. "Sumi-ji," I began hesitantly, "Sam told me I need to learn some basic cooking. I don't know anything beyond instant noodles. Could you teach me?"
Sumi smiled warmly. "Of course, beta! It is good for a young man to know how to cook. Today we start with toor dal and basic kneading for rotis. You pay attention!"
For the next two hours, I stood by Sumi, struggling to shape perfect circles of dough and learning the difference between various spices. It was an intensely domestic, almost familial scene—a sharp contrast to the dark, transgressive acts I had performed with Sam in the office. Sam meanwhile teasing me " make around chapati" " sumi teach him everything dal roti to biryani. Sumi laughed yes sir will do that. Sam said sumi will pay you 10 thousand extra for cooking lessons. Also teach him how to do dusting and other house hold chores. I said from background then what u will do mr owner of house you just sit and eat haan. Sumi laughed, enjoying our conversation and the light roasting we gave each other. While she taught me to prepare the dal and roti, she offered a surprising compliment. "Sir, you take such good care of your skin. Your skin is so shiny and hairless, and you have such a glow on your face."
Sumi was right. After so many years, I had finally started enjoying my personal and sexual life; I was doing what I truly liked, and it showed. "Thank you, Sumi, for your kind words," I replied genuinely.
Sumi finished her work informed sam that she is leaving. I closed the door behind her and turn around to find Sam standing naked with his cock in his hand he said come to my room wifey.

Finally, I was in Sam's king-sized bed. Before this, we had been in the bus cabin and then the office washroom. Now we were fucking in his bed. He didn't rush; he fucked me slow and steady with his cock. My legs were on his shoulders, and he was penetrating me very deep and slow.
"Ahhhha, Sam, yes! Fuck me like this every day! Qhhhahah, yessss, fuck me, baby!"
He pushed even further, literally mounting me. His mouth was now on my nipples, and he was sucking me like a baby sucking for milk.
"Ouch, baby, it's sensitive! Don't bite, just suck."
He played with my nipples with his tongue, slowly fucking me, and I liked every inch of his cock in my boy pussy. Suddenly, he withdrew his penis, turned me around into doggy style, and started fucking me from behind.
Sam moaned, "Ahahha, Aditi, your pussy feels like heaven! Ahahhah, I want this every day, Aditi! Ahahhahaha, yesss, so good! You feel tight around my cock." That was all he could say.
I was enjoying his fucking; I was addicted to it. I don't know what came over me, but I said to Sammy, "I love you. I want to be your wife."
Sam stopped for a few seconds, then he again continued to fuck me hard. We changed to the missionary position. He was fucking me, and I tried to kiss him hard. Again, I told him, "Sam, make me your wife officially."
Sam, still fucking me, replied, "It's not possible, dear. I'm married to Annaya. She's a working woman with a 2.5 million package. I need her for money, and I need you to fuck."
"Ahha, you diverted me. I need to go get some water."
He went outside the room, and I felt empty. I followed him into the kitchen. He was drinking water from the purifier. I got onto the kitchen sink and spread my legs for him.
He finished his water and came close to me. I wiped the droplet of water from his lips with my hand. He again inserted his dick into my ass on the kitchen sink. He fucked me slow and steady. He held my both thighs, penetrating deep. I held his neck for support. He lifted me with his cock still in my ass and placed me on the dining table and started fucking me.
"Ahhhha, yess," I moaned.
I said again, "Sam, please make me your wife. Marry me."
Sam was close to his orgasm: "Ahahhahha, not now, Aditi! Ahahahhahaha, ahahhahah, coming... coming... ahahhahahah!"
He came in my ass on the dining table. He got up and went to his room.
I was in two states of mind, still lying on the dining table. I was married; my wife was pregnant with my child, yet I was asking and wanting to be his wife. Suddenly, guilt came over me. I went to take a shower.
There were so many questions that needed answers: Do I like cross-dressing? Do I love my wife? Or do I love Sam?