Change of fortune for Aditi

Please read The Sleeper Bus Journey this is continuing story of that story
It’s been a year since I took a divorce from Sam and started living with Radha. I changed my job and shifted to Pune. Life was good with my family and my little angel daughter. I do the household chores as we discussed, and Radha takes care of our little child. I am not able to dress in any girly outfit as Radha is very orthodox and doesn't like me in them. So, I have to wait for Radha to go to her parents' place or I have to go to some hotel to do the dressing. Somehow, after Sam was gone from my life, it's not as much fun to get dressed.
One day, we were just wandering in the Phoenix Mall in Pune when we saw Annaya in her corporate look: a suit, tight pants, a white shirt, a laptop handbag, and high heels. She saw us and greeted us. I felt very shy to talk to her as, one year ago, I was living as her husband's wife. Annaya playfully said, "How are you, Aditi, 'Mazya navaryachi baiko'" in Marathi, which means "my husband's wife." I told her we were divorced and now Radha is my whole and sole.
She told us she runs this mall; it's all managed by her firm. She is having a very busy life, so she can't think of having a baby. So, recently Sam and she haven't been having any charm in their relationship. She invited us to her home on Sunday as it's her birthday, and no one is willing to come as all are busy in their lives. She has lately become so workaholic she is not in contact with anyone.
Radha said, "We will," and the next morning we planned to go to her home in Magarpatta City in Pune.
On Sunday, we reached Magarpatta City, a very rich and sophisticated area in Pune. We were welcomed by her servants and asked to wait in the hall; she would be coming in a minute. Her apartment was a 5-BHK penthouse, nicely decorated and featuring an expensive Italian marble look. Now I understood why Sam didn't want to get a divorce from Annaya.
Finally, after waiting for 30 minutes, Annaya came out in a princess dress, just like a Disney Frozen princess. We greeted her. She instantly apologized for keeping us waiting for so long. We saw that one room was completely decorated for the birthday celebration with balloons and candles. We entered the room and cut the cake. We were only three people for her birthday, along with her few servants—it felt pretty odd.
We ate dinner and talked about life and everything. She asked me, "Aditya, if you are not satisfied with your current job, you can join my firm. We have a vacancy for a Marketing Manager, and since you did an MBA in marketing, it will be useful for us, and we will pay you a handsome salary as well."
Radha spoke for me: "Sure, Annaya. I am actually telling him the same thing. He is getting less salary than at the Bangalore company; we can't even afford a yearly trip with this salary." Both girls decided I should resign from my current firm and join her company. Annaya asked me to come and meet her on Monday in her office, and we would discuss my joining and the company policy.
The Offer of a Lifetime and a New Name
I resigned from my previous company and told them I would not serve a notice period. On Monday, I reached Annaya’s office. She asked me to come to her cabin and read the offer letter. The name on the offer letter was written as Aditi Sharma.
I told Annaya, "Hey, I don't think this is mine. The name is Aditi Sharma."
She just told me to read the complete job profile. The job title was 'Shop Assistant Sales Girl' for a Sugar Cosmetics shop. The profile stipulated that I would have to sell Sugar products to all the customers who entered the shop, and since they are all girly cosmetic products, I would have to be in a girly outfit, wearing skirts and a blouse, and having heavy makeup to attract customers.
I was shocked. I asked Annaya, "You told me you were giving me a marketing position, but what is this?"
Annaya told me, "Aditi, I can’t forget you since the time I saw you dressed as Sam's wife. How good you were looking at that time; it’s just unimaginable. I want you to be here with me and dressed the same way. I know you wanted the same thing. You served one year as Sam’s wife—can you serve here as my salesgirl and be my wife?"
I was shocked and excited. I didn't know how to react to this. I would again get a chance to be girly, but what about Radha?
I told Annaya, "Your offer is good, but I can't convince Radha about this."
She said, "Don't worry, I already spoke with her. She only wants money. She even agreed to you having to come to my place to get changed, and we both will come to the mall daily."
I had already resigned from my old company, and I didn't have any other option. I signed the contract.
I asked why she added the surname Sharma; my surname is different.
Annaya calmly said, "It's my surname, babe. From tomorrow onwards, you're Aditi Annaya Sharma. Now you're my wife, not Sam's anymore."
The story is grammatically correct and the emotional tone is preserved. Would you like to continue the narrative from Aditi's first day as "Aditi Annaya Sharma"?

The First Day: A Salesgirl's Transformation
The first day as a salesgirl was very hectic. I had to wake up early and rush to Annaya's house.
Annaya introduced me to her household staff: Ramesh, the cook; Nina, the maid and caretaker of the house; and Janvi, who supervised all the work done by Ramesh and Nina.
When I entered the house, Nina asked me to take a shower and put on the bra and panties she had placed in the bedroom. Then, she helped me wear the salesgirl uniform, which was a short, tight, knee-high dress, much like an air hostess's. She also helped me put on stockings and heels.
Janvi then meticulously taught me how to do my makeup to complete the salesgirl look. Finally, I presented myself in front of Annaya as a fully transformed salesgirl, ready for the first day on the job.
Annaya complimented my look. She gave me a very delicate mangalsutra and applied sindoor to my forehead. I realized the mangalsutra was meant to be worn on the hand, like a bracelet, not around the neck. I then bent down to take the blessings of my new wife, Annaya ji, and we headed to work.
Both Annaya and I sat in the back of the car, and the driver took about thirty minutes to reach Phoenix Mall.
Annaya introduced me to everyone. I noticed that Annaya had significantly fewer male staff, perhaps only one or two; the team was mostly composed of younger women or older ladies.
I met my fellow salesgirls, Shanaya and Harleen. Both were Punjabi, well-built, beautiful, and cute. The three of us looked like supermodels in that mall.
I learned from Shanaya and Harleen that Annaya is a very strict and dominant woman, which is why no male employee stays here for too long. They did not know that I was actually a male dressed as 'Aditi.'
The job was hectic! You constantly had to maintain a fake smile, attend to customers, and help them understand and buy products. Annaya had instructed me to simply observe how the two girls worked and copy them.
At the end of the day, we both went back to her home in her car.
Annaya asked me, "How was your first day? Did you enjoy being out as a girl?"
I replied, "Yes, I enjoyed it! Both Shanaya and Harleen are super friendly. It's just that my feet are really hurting in these seven-inch heels."
"Good," she said, "you will soon get used to it."
Annaya held my hand and said, "This Saturday and Sunday, we will go to Lonavala for our honeymoon. You must make a good excuse to Radha for this weekend."
My dick suddenly got a jolt, and I felt excited. I told her, "Okay, I will make an excuse and come with you."
When we arrived back at Annaya's house, the staff were already preparing dinner. I knew I needed to contact Radha immediately to set the stage for the weekend.
I went to the bedroom and called Radha. "Hi, darling," I started, trying to sound genuinely stressed. "My new boss, Annaya ji, just informed me that I have to attend a mandatory, all-weekend sales training retreat in Pune. It starts Saturday morning and ends Sunday night."
Radha sounded disappointed. "Oh, that's terrible! A whole weekend? We were going to watch that new movie."
"I know, I’m so sorry," I replied. "But this job is important. I’ll make it up to you next week, I promise." After a few more minutes of reassuring her, I successfully hung up, feeling a strange mix of guilt and relief. The excuse was made.
Later that evening, Annaya came into the room with a small, luxurious overnight bag.
"This is yours," she said, placing it on the bed. "Just a few essentials for Lonavala. I've already arranged everything—clothing, toiletries, and some special things."
I looked at the bag, my heart beating faster. The anticipation of being alone with Annaya, away from the mall and the staff, was intense. My initial nervousness about the cross-dressing had been replaced by a surging excitement for this 'honeymoon.' The delicate mangalsutra bracelet on my wrist felt like a warm, thrilling secret.
"Thank you, Annaya ji," I whispered, the formal address feeling almost like part of the role-play now.
She smiled, a truly dominant and satisfied look. "Get a good rest, Aditi. Tomorrow is your second day, and you'll need your energy for the weekend."
Saturday morning arrived with a charged atmosphere. The luggage was minimal—just the special bag Annaya had provided for me, and her own. Nina, the maid, helped me get ready. Today, the uniform was replaced by a beautifully embroidered salwar kameez that felt elegant and feminine, and Annaya handed me a delicate pair of matching slippers instead of the punishing heels.
We stepped into the car, a sleek, expensive sedan. Annaya and I sat in the back, just as we did for the daily commute. The driver pulled away, and soon the city bustle gave way to the winding, scenic roads leading up to Lonavala.
Annaya placed her hand on mine, her touch firm and possessive. "No calls, no distractions, Aditi," she commanded softly, her eyes fixed on me. "This weekend, there is only us."
"Yes, Annaya ji," I murmured, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. The use of 'Aditi' and the term 'honeymoon' had fully transformed this trip from a work requirement into a thrilling secret escape.
Annaya then began to quiz me about the past two days at the mall, but not about sales figures.
"Did you notice how Harleen ties her dupatta? Did Shanaya mention anything about her personal life?" she asked, testing my observational skills as a woman.
I relayed what I remembered—Harleen’s use of a specific lipstick shade, the friendly chatter. Annaya nodded, seeming satisfied that I was immersing myself in the role.
"Good. You are learning quickly," she praised. She reached across the console and adjusted my hair, which had fallen across my face. Her touch was gentle yet dominant. "When you are with me, you are my wife, Aditi. You will follow my instructions, and you will be beautiful for me."
The long drive was filled with this intense, focused attention. As we ascended the ghats, the air grew cooler and the views became breathtaking. My heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and submission. The closer we got, the more real this transformation and the upcoming 'honeymoon' felt. My earlier male identity seemed miles away, dissolved by the sindoor, the mangalsutra, and Annaya’s overwhelming presence.
Finally, the car turned into a private, exclusive resort. A gate swung open, and we drove up to a luxurious villa, isolated from the main property.
💖 A Wedding Surprise and a New Beginning:
We finally arrived at the hotel and settled in, making ourselves comfortable. Suddenly, I heard a distinct noise—coming from the lobby. Curiosity pulling me, I went to investigate who these noisy people were. What greeted me was the shock of my life: there stood Nivedita and her entire team.
Completely taken aback, I immediately turned to Annaya and asked, "What is all this about?"
Annaya, beaming, explained, "Nivedita is here. It's for a surprise photoshoot—a recreation of our wedding day, for you and me!"
Nivedita rushed over, enveloping me in a warm hug, and exclaimed with a playful twinkle, "Wow, Aditi! A second marriage in just one year? How do you manage all this?" Her team members joined in, teasing me good-naturedly and telling me how lucky I was.
Riya quickly took over, reapplying my makeup and dressing me in a heavy, beautiful light pink lehenga, complete with all the wedding jewelry. She placed a varmala (flower garland) in my hand. Annaya was already dressed identically, holding a varmala of her own.
With everyone watching, we exchanged the garlands. The room filled with the sound of enthusiastic clapping and the celebratory crackle of firecrackers. Following the wedding ceremony, we hosted a reception. We exchanged rings, and as two wives completely devoted to each other, we shared a beautiful dance. Eventually, we retired to our honeymoon suite for what we knew would be the real celebration.
Nivedita and her team followed us briefly. We sincerely thanked her for arranging the entire beautiful ceremony and the surprise. Annaya settled the check with Nivedita, and as a parting gesture, Nivedita presented Annaya with a gift. Once everyone had left, we eagerly opened the present. Inside was a thick, purple, ten-inch toy—a dildo and strapon combination that could also be used as a vibrator on one end.
Annaya's gaze met mine, hungry and consuming, as if she could devour me whole. We began kissing madly, our passion surging. Our hands immediately went to press and caress each other's breasts. We quickly shed the jewelry, then the heavy lehengas, and finally, our underwear.
I positioned myself in the doggy style, and Annaya slicked my bottom with chocolate-flavored lube. She secured the strapon and then gently pushed the head into me.
"Ahhhahah," a loud moan escaped my lips. "Annaya, slow! I’m not used to a size this big!"
"Ahhhha, yes!" Annaya purred. "Is it bigger than Sam's, hahaha?"
"Yes!" I confirmed breathlessly. "It’s bigger and better! Please, fuck me! Make me your wife!"
"Ahhahhaha, yes, Aditi! You don't deserve Sam. You don't deserve Radha. You belong to me now! The moment I saw you at Sam's house in Bangalore, I fell madly in love with you. Tonight, you are all mine!"
"Agggaga, yes! Fuck me!"
She increased her pace, and I loved the feeling—it had been a whole year since I’d been loved in this way. She led me to the in-room jacuzzi and pleasured me there for an hour, then moved the action to the bed, and even to the hotel lobby—she was absolutely insatiable, fucking me with the intensity of a truly horny woman. The following morning, we continued in the balcony. I was being loved by Annaya continuously for five hours, with only a thirty-minute break. This level of passion was something even Sam couldn't manage.
We woke up late the next day, my bottom completely sore. I asked Annaya, "Please, can we go sightseeing and give my ass a rest?"
She gave my bottom a playful smack but, to my surprise, inserted the vibrating butt plug before we left. Throughout the entire sightseeing tour, she kept playing with the vibrator's speed, and I could only manage to stifle my moans and let myself climax inside my panties.
Finally, we returned to the room. I ripped off her clothes and kissed her wildly—her neck, her breasts, her nipples. I removed the butt plug, and she immediately inserted three fingers into me. "Ahhhh," I moaned again. She tied my hands and legs to the bed and used her hands to pleasure me. I couldn't control myself any longer and urgently asked her to use the strapon again, properly.
"Ohhh, Aditi wants my cock now?" she teased.
"Yes! Please, fuck me, Annaya!"
With that, she secured the strapon and, in the missionary position, loved me very slowly and gently. We were both utterly exhausted and completely satisfied. Only one word came from my lips as I held her: "Annaya... I love you."

😔 The Weekend Escape and the Permanent Guilt
We settled back in Pune, and I continued my job as a salesgirl for Annaya. Every weekend—Saturday and Sunday—I would make an excuse to spend time with her. We engaged in roleplay sex like doctor and nurse, teacher and student, boss and secretory, mother and daughter etc and spent intimate moments together. We’d go to the movies, dressing up as two wives, and visit pubs, often making out in the washroom. I felt a surge of energy again, but I knew it was just a weekend fun affair.
The guilt had made a permanent space in my mind. I wasn't giving any time to my wife, Radha, and my daughter Nidhi. Yet, Radha didn't seem particularly interested in spending time with me either. In fact, she readily gave me permission to go out on Saturdays and Sundays, and she appeared unusually happy and relaxed during those days.
🎂 A Birthday Revelation
A couple of months passed, and it was Radha’s birthday. To celebrate, I booked a luxurious room at the JW Marriott hotel on Senapati Road. I told Radha, “Annaya and I will come directly from work. You and Nidhi (our daughter) come from home in a cab. And please, is it okay with you if I come in my salesgirl outfit?”
Radha just smiled and said, “Yeah, that’s fine with me.” I felt instantly relieved.
Annaya and I went to the hotel and arrived before them. I was in my work uniform, and Annaya was in her business suit. Radha arrived shortly after, radiant in a purple silk party saree, with our daughter beside her.
We settled into our seats, and Annaya ordered the cake. But when it arrived, Radha was hesitant to cut it.
“Radha, what happened? Cut the cake, baby,” I urged her.
She replied, “I’m expecting someone. Oh, here he comes.”
I watched as a man named Sam walked towards our table. He was holding a bouquet of red flowers. He planted a kiss on Radha’s cheek and said, “Happy birthday, darling.”
I was completely shocked. What? How? When? I was utterly confused.
💔 The Trade-Off
Radha then explained everything to me. “All these days you were busy with Annaya, I felt very alone and bored,” she confessed. “Then Sam came into my life. We started spending time together. He gave me mental, emotional, and physical support. He didn't just fill the gap of a husband; he’s been a father figure to our child as well. Even Nidhi has started calling him ‘Papa’ these days.”
Then, Annaya spoke up. “As you know, Sam comes to Pune every weekend and spends time with me,” she said. “But I wanted to spend time with you. So, I told Sam to spend time with Radha and keep her company.”
Sam added to the revelation. “I like Radha so much. She is a replica of you, and she’s a better housewife than you are,” he stated bluntly. “If you don’t have any problem—which you probably shouldn’t, as you're already spending time with my wife—can I take your wife and daughter as mine?”
I didn't know what to say. I felt the familiar waves of anger and betrayal, yet I knew the ship had already sailed. She had clearly chosen her partner.
With a heavy heart, I managed to say, “Okay. If that is what you and Nidhi want, I just want you both to be happy.”
With that, we cut and ate the cake. Sam officially became the husband and father of my child, and I was officially the wife of Annaya.

The Transformation
Stepping into the role of Aditi changed my life completely. The heavy days of playing hide-and-seek with my own identity were finally over; the lingering weight of guilt and the suffocating restrictions I once lived under simply vanished.
I became Annaya’s wife, a transition that felt like finding home. With this new chapter, I chose to quit my traditional job and embrace the freedom of being a freelancer. We moved into Annaya’s lavish home in Magarpatta City, where life took on a steadier, more beautiful pace. Meanwhile, Radha and Sam moved to Bangalore, finally starting their lives together as husband and wife.
My days are now filled with the comfort of working from home. Occasionally, the phone rings and it's Nivedita on the other end. I still join her for photo shoots, stepping back into the world of brushes and palettes to help with makeup—a skill I’m grateful to have mastered during my makeup artist certification.
The Visit
The peace of our new life was suddenly stirred when Annaya told me her parents were coming to visit. There was a catch: she hadn't told them the truth about us yet.
"Should I meet them as Aditya?" I asked, wondering if it was time to bridge the gap.
"No," Annaya replied quickly. "They wouldn’t understand why a man is living with me. It’s better if you stay as Aditi, my best friend. They’ll only be here for a week, so for now, we’ll just have to be 'friends with benefits.'"
I agreed, but there were more conditions. "My parents are very orthodox," Annaya explained. "Since my father served in the army, he’s quite strict about traditional outfits. Could you wear a saree all week? In a Punjabi family, details matter—even a nose ring is expected."
Though I lacked experience with sarees, Annaya’s maid stepped in to help me master the drape. To complete the transformation, we headed to the jewelry shop. I had my nose pierced, and at Annaya’s request, I had my ears pierced as well. We picked out beautiful gold jewelry, diamond studs for my ears, and delicate silver payals that jingled with every step.
As I looked at my new reflection, I couldn't help but joke with her. "I hope your parents come to visit every month," I said with a grin, "if it means I get new jewelry like this every time!"
The Arrival
Sunday finally arrived, and with it, Annaya’s parents. Annaya introduced me to Retired Colonel Rajiv and Mrs. Seema. "This is my friend, Aditi," she told them, before acknowledging our other housemates, "And of course, you already know Ramesh and Nina."
I took a deep breath and softened my voice into the most feminine tone I could muster. "Hi Babuji, how was your journey?" I asked.
He gave a hearty laugh. "Oh, please, call me Rajiv! I’m not that old yet."
Seema-ji smiled warmly at me. "And what do you do, beta?"
"I work as a freelancer," I replied, feeling more confident as the conversation flowed. After chatting for a while, we encouraged them to get some rest and showed them to their bedroom.
While they settled in, Ramesh and I headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner. I was dressed in a vibrant green chiffon saree, a small bindi, and the jewelry we had recently bought. The weight of the earrings, the shimmer of the nose ring, and the constant cham-cham melody of my payals as I moved through the kitchen felt intoxicating.
Once the meal was ready, we called everyone to the table. As we sat down for dinner, I felt a strange sense of pride in the role I was playing, hidden in plain sight under the watchful eye of a Colonel.
Under the Surface
After dinner, the house settled into a quiet hum. Ramesh began washing the utensils while I started wiping down the kitchen table. I noticed he seemed tense, his movements awkward and hesitant.
"What’s wrong, Ramesh?" I asked, pausing my work.
"Ma'am, you being right here, working beside me... it’s making me very uncomfortable," he admitted, his eyes fixed on the sink. "Please, you can go. I’ll handle the rest."
I smiled, trying to put him at ease. "It’s no problem, Ramesh. I’m happy to help."
He finally looked at me, his voice strained. "Ma'am, your perfume smells so nice, and you look so beautiful today. I can’t concentrate on my work—it’s... it’s distracting. Please, I beg you, let me finish this chore alone."
I could sense the heat in his gaze and noticed the unmistakable tension in his posture. Realizing the effect my new look was having on him, I kept my cool. "It’s almost done anyway," I said softly. "I’ll leave you to it if that’s what you want."
"Looking at you in that saree, all dolled up like this... it’s exciting," Ramesh confessed as I turned to leave. "You should always wear sarees like this, Ma’am. It really suits you."
"Hmmmm," was all I managed to say, the compliment lingering in the air as I stepped away.
I smoothed my chiffon saree and walked into the hall. Annaya and Seema-ji were lost in conversation on the sofa, so I made my way toward the balcony. Rajiv was standing there, a drink in his hand, looking out at the Magarpatta lights. When he saw me, he offered me a drink. We toasted each other, the glass cool against my hand, and he began to regale me with stories from his days in the army.
The conversation with Rajiv flowed easily; he was a natural storyteller and quite talkative. As the night went on, he began showering me with compliments on my appearance and the way the saree draped over me. "Girls should always dress like this," he remarked with an air of old-school authority. "It’s elegant."
We were all enjoying the evening, but out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Ramesh. He was hovering near the doorway with his phone in his hand, surreptitiously taking photos of me. My first instinct was to confront him, but a mischievous spark took over. I decided to play along and see how far this game could go.
I began to move with more intent, purposefully striking graceful poses while I talked to Rajiv. I waited for the subtle flash of the lens, then took it a step further. I started showing Rajiv a few dance moves, spinning slowly so the chiffon of my saree flared out beautifully. It was the perfect opportunity for Ramesh to capture more photos and videos.
Once I finished my impromptu performance, I turned my head and looked Ramesh straight in the eye. The blood drained from his face. Terrified of being caught, he quickly lowered his phone and hurried back to the servant’s quarters.
I couldn't help but burst into laughter. Rajiv looked at me, completely puzzled, unable to grasp exactly what had just happened or why I was so amused.
The night took an unexpected turn after everyone retired to their rooms. Since I couldn't sleep in the same room as Annaya while her parents were visiting, I moved to a guest room, changed into a delicate babydoll nighty, and removed my heavy jewelry.
At 3:00 AM, thirst woke me up. I slipped into the kitchen for a glass of water, only to find Rajiv already there at the water purifier.
"Can't sleep?" I whispered.
"Army routine," he replied with a quiet smile. "I'm always up early. What about you?"
"Just thirsty," I said. He handed me a glass of water, and we stood there in the quiet kitchen. Suddenly, a rhythmic moaning drifted through the hallway. Following the sound, we discovered Ramesh and Nina through a door left slightly ajar. They were lost in a moment of intense passion.
"Ramesh, go slow!" Nina gasped. "Why are you so wild tonight?"
"I can't help it," Ramesh groaned. "Seeing Aditi Ma'am in that saree today... she was so hot, I can't get her out of my head."
In my shock, the glass slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor. Fearing we’d be caught, Rajiv grabbed my hand and we ran back to my room, locking the door behind us. We collapsed against the door, laughing like mischievous children.
"He wanted you instead of Nina!" Rajiv teased, his voice low and husky.
The laughter died down as the tension between us shifted. Rajiv stepped closer, his hands finding my hips. Our lips met in a passionate kiss that deepened instantly. He lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the wall as I wrapped my legs around him. He guided me to the bed, his touch roaming over my body.
A flash of fear hit me as he pulled down my panties—my secret was about to be out. But as his hand found me, he didn't pull away. Instead, he grinned. "Wow, jackpot," he whispered. "I haven't been with a girly boy since my college days."
I let out a huge sigh of relief. "Does Annaya know?" he asked.
"She’s the one who made me this way," I confessed.
"I've never been more proud of my daughter," he chuckled.
The rest of the night became a blur of intense, shared passion. I mounted him, feeling the power of his seasoned body. "Your dick is awesome," I moaned.
"Colonel Rajiv's dick at your service, dear," he replied playfully.
I placed my ass on his strong vein dick.
We moved together in a steady rhythm, the chemistry between us undeniable. He flipped me over into a doggy position, and I caught our reflection in the mirror—a surreal, exhilarating sight. He eventually carried me into the shower, never breaking contact. The hot water sprayed over us as he continued, driven by a stamina that lived up to his military background.
After several peaks of pleasure, he finally finished, leaving us both breathless and exhausted. "Aditi," he panted, pulling me close under the water, "it's been a long time since I've felt this alive. You're a natural." A tonned of semen oozing out of my ass. I cum 3 times and it's like best morning sex.
We stayed in the shower for a long time, kissing and washing each other, two people sharing a secret that would make the rest of the week very interesting.

At 9:00 am, everyone gathered for breakfast. I was wearing the pink silk saree Rajiv had chosen for me, with jasmine flowers in my hair and all the heavy jewelry I had worn the day before. Annya and Rajiv talked about politics and business, while Seema ji and I enjoyed our breakfast in silence. I couldn't bring myself to look Seema ji in the eye; I felt as though I were betraying her. Meanwhile, I kept receiving flirtatious glances and smiles from Rajiv.
We decided to go sightseeing, but Seema ji refused to join. Annya had work at the mall, leaving only Rajiv and me for the trip. Annya handed the car keys to Rajiv and told me, "Take care of my father, Adi." I just nodded my head. I knew exactly who would be taking care of whom.
As soon as we entered the lift and the doors shut, Rajiv kissed me passionately. His hands began to undo my blouse, pinning my nipples through my bra. "Colonel, wait, wait! My blouse will tear," I pleaded, but he was in a state of pure ecstasy. Somehow, I managed to keep my composure until we reached the car and began the long drive toward Sinhagad Fort.
I sat in his lap while he drove, heading out of town to a place where no one could see us. Once we found a secluded spot, we quickly moved to the back seat. He mounted me again, pulling my saree up and my yellow panties down until his large member found its home. "Ahhh," I felt complete. "Yes," Rajiv groaned. He tore my blouse open and hungrily sucked my nipples like a newborn. I held his head, enjoying the feeling as he thrust into me hard and fast. My payal made a "chan-chan" sound against the rhythm of his movements. Rajiv i wann taste your semen. I wanna drink. He pulled from my ass and guided to my face i taken in my hand and kissed his dick forehead then started to suck him fast as i could he held my face and emplted all his semen in my face we collapsed on back seat he ruined my make up my saree and my blouse how i suppose to go home like this. Ahhha rajiv your such a message ahh. Rajiv just smiled don't worry will buy same sort of sarees while we go home first get ready for round 2.