The Hidden Chapters - 6

 

Was getting more n more excited and in a spur of moment, I have advanced myself in kissing her. But she gave me a tight slap on my butt, making me realise that she is the initiator, and I should be follower. She lifted my saree and petticoat, started giving love bytes on my thighs. Due to body waxing, my body became very soft. While giving love bytes, she inserted her fingers in my butthole, making me jump uncontrollably and I started moaning and crying begging her to stop. But all these made her enjoy more. My cry made the room noisy but it made her to push more. Though air conditioner was on, I am feeling sweat. After some time, she gently removed her fingers and looked into my eyes, as my eyes were filled with water.

She gently comforted me with a soft kiss before quietly instructing me to get some water from the kitchen. Though every movement felt like an effort, I slowly rose from the bed, carefully adjusting the pleats and pallu of my saree. The fabric had become tangled and disheveled over the past half hour, making each step feel heavier than the last.

As I shuffled toward the kitchen, a strange thought crossed my mind: What is happening to me? Am I really enjoying this? The weight of my own reflection lingered in my mind until I heard Sindhu calling from the other room, urging me to hurry.

Shaking myself from the haze of my thoughts, I grabbed the water on a tray and began the long walk back. The pallu of my saree trailed behind me, brushing against the floor with every step, adding to my confusion.

When I finally reached Sindhu, I handed her the glass of water. She took a quick gulp before placing it back on the side table and, with a playful wink, said, "You're closer than you think to becoming a complete woman."

Before I could respond, she pulled me towards her. "Please, enough for today," I pleaded, exhaustion weighing heavily on my body. But my words seemed to vanish into the silence of the room, unheard, as she pulled me in closer.

Gentle kiss becoming harsh and with each kiss. Clothes that I am wearing getting slip away from her hands to floor, one by one, until only the essentials remain.  I am just on petticoat and she removed panty keeping my petticoat. She instructed me to remove bangles making sure nothing would cause discomfort us.

Without thinking, I just followed her instructions  & after removing the bangles, she made me turn and sleep and she started kissing from neck to butt. I started responding to her.  But was looking at her with a cornered eye and it was one of my scariest moment as I could her see, that she is wearing different strap on dildo this time. She gave a weird smile mentioning that its double-sided penetrated dildo. She came on top of me, kissing my back and giving bites over my back. And slowly she started holding my hand and lifted my petticoat and started pushing deep inside my anal. Each push was like a thunder on my body and was paining a lot and was unable to control my pain. She started whispering in my ear “don’t worry and asked me to take deep breath”. Slowly started accepting to situation and my body stopped resisting and it became loose and after some time, I started feeling her each push and I am jumping with an unknown feeling. Looks like it was learning not about each other, but about themselves.

I can feel Sindhu’s breast pressing on my back fully and she has totally slept on me and her dildo still touching the edges of my anus hole. I can feel my sperms leaked fully in the artificial vagina and her orgasms are all over my leg which made my legs bit sticky n have strange smell. After some time, it became tough for me to carry Sindhu’s weight and we slept covering ourselves in the same blanket.

The Hidden Chapters - 5

 

Though saree has big border, but its very light in weight and easy to carry. Hence, left the pallu open instead of folding it.  She winked at me and mentioned that you are managing saree better than any  lady. This made me blush and gave me bit confidence as I felt that I have been accepted as a lady. Sindhu then instructed me to set the dining table, mentioning she’d be back in five minutes. I quickly moved to arrange everything, eager to get the task done. It felt like a small escape from her watchful gaze. The cook had already left the house, so I had some freedom to move about and get everything in order.

Nearly ten minutes later, Sindhu returned—and I was stunned by what I saw. She had changed into a white dhoti and a yellow t-shirt, looking like a typical man in casual, comfortable attire.

She came and sat on the chair, and with her eyes she asked me to serve the food. I started serving the food to her and in the meantime, she started playing with my navel and mischievously mentioned that after food, will teach you how to become complete lady for not just me and to Manoj as well.  I was totally clueless and after serving food to her, I have finished my food as well and then I cleaned the dining table and arranged the things properly in the kitchen and Sindhu kept calling me to finish the work fast and come to the room. 

It took me about 30 mins after dinner to finish the things as suggested by cook.When I entered the room, she was already there, waiting with arms open like an invitation, a safe place. As she pulled me close, “Are you okay?” she whispered softly, her voice laced with genuine concern. She started kissing my neck and with other hand she was caressing my waist where there is a gap between saree and blouse. Her hands were slowly coming over the pleats. It reminded me how I used to have fun with my wife Madhu.  When I was immersed in the thoughts, Sindhu encouraged me to be present, to let go of the weight of the world outside. After some time, she pulled me over her and I came on top of her. She invited me to suck her breast and after some time, she pushed me down and made me remove her dhoti. She already removed her panty and instructed me to lick her brown colour pussy lips. Almost after 5 to 10 mins, my entire tongue was insider her body and she released lot of orgasm on my face. Once she exhausted, she pulled me up. She offered a napkin to wipe my face.

A few minutes later, she calmly instructed me to always spend my weekends at her house until Madhu returned. She explained that the dress code would be saree, and if I were to wear a nightgown, it is important to always pair it with a matching petticoat. Additionally, wearing a bindi, bangles, and jasmine flowers would be essential.

As our conversation continued, she began sharing the story of how she met Manoj and how their relationship had developed. When I was about to ask her about the nature of her physical relationship with him, she responded with remarkable calmness. “There’s no need for any secrets between us,” she said. “I am a pure lesbian, and Manoj is bisexual. Despite his efforts to get close to me in an intimate way, I’ve never been able to open up to him. But with you, it’s different. You complete me. You are the best for me, truly.” And then adds up saying that Manoj is for psychological and you are physical and that’s how you complete me !

She paused, looking at me thoughtfully. “Look at yourself. You’re so beautiful—no one could ever mistake you for anything other than a woman. I’m certain that if Manoj looks at you, he wouldn’t even recognize you as someone he once knew. He might even fall in love with you, and he might crush you n eat you completely.”

As I sat there, my cheeks flushed from the warmth of her words. Sindhu, began to share some of the things about Manoj.

She started explaining that Manoj is really strong in the bed and he really likes hand job and will be more happy if its more than hand job. He also liked when his partner dressed in traditional attire. He always likes when a lady is in saree and  bindi is must for him.He likes sleep on lap and likes to play with either saree pleats or with breasts . As Sindhu spoke, her voice softened, and I felt a deep connection forming between us. She smiled as she noticed my growing interest in the conversation about Manoj and the energy between us shifted, becoming lighter and more playful. While speaking all these things, she slowly started rubbing her leg on my leg, slowly lifting my saree and petticoat with leg. And I started pushing her leg with hand. Looks like she has no interest in my resistance, and she is enjoying it like a play.

The soft click of her phone broke the silence, and she showed me a few videos that captured the intimacy between couples. I couldn't help but feel a growing attraction to her, a desire to be closer in a way that felt natural and respectful.

Was getting more n more excited and in a spur of moment, I have advanced myself in kissing her. But she gave me a tight slap on my butt, making me realise that she is the initiator, and I should be follower. She lifted my saree and petticoat, started giving love bytes on my thighs. Due to body waxing, my body became very soft. While giving love bytes, she inserted her fingers in my butthole, making me jump uncontrollably and I started moaning and crying begging her to stop. But all these made her enjoy more. My cry made the room noisy but it made her to push more. Though air conditioner was on, I am feeling sweat. After some time, she gently removed her fingers and looked into my eyes, as my eyes were filled with water. 

The Hidden Chapters - 4

 

I didn't know how to respond. The words felt like an invitation into a role I didn’t fully understand, and yet, they stirred something inside me, something I couldn’t quite name. As I opened my mouth to ask, she grasped my hands more firmly and simply said, "Go get some water."

There was no anger in her tone, no harshness—just an expectation. And somehow, in that moment, I understood. It wasn’t just about the task itself, but about something far more personal—a silent test of my own willingness, my own vulnerability, and the connection between us that had only just begun to take shape.

I carefully tucked the saree pallu around my waist, making sure to adjust it so that it draped modestly, ensuring I am not exposing my right breast. With a glass of water in hand, I approached Sindhu, but she gave me a sharp look, her voice firm as she reminded me to always bring the water on a tray. I nodded quietly in acknowledgment.

Without missing a beat, she instructed me to assist the cook in preparing dinner. As she spoke, she handed me a set of six bangles and told me to wear them on both wrists. Her gaze was unwavering as she led me to the kitchen, where she directed the cook to teach me how to make roti and curry. She settled herself at the dining table, her eyes observing my every move.

After a while, Sindhu spoke again, this time instructing me to lift the pleats of my saree and tuck them into my petticoat to make it easier to move around. This makes petticoat very much visible and but it was very convenient to move. The heat from the kitchen was intense, and soon I felt beads of sweat forming under my arms, visibly staining my blouse. The rhythmic sound of the bangles echoed as I worked.

With the cook guiding me every step of the way, I finally managed to prepare the meal. It felt like an eternity—though it was only about thirty minutes. Despite the heat of the kitchen and the pressure, I couldn’t help but feel a quiet sense of accomplishment. The food was finally ready.

I removed the pallu of my saree from around my waist and adjusted the pleats, enjoying the small moment of relief as I loosened the fabric. I adjusted the blouse beneath the saree pallu. I was about to serve the food to Sindhu, but she had other plans. She instructed me to freshen up by taking a bath.

With a sigh of relief, I headed to the washroom. Meanwhile, Sindhu came into the room and laid out a couple of sarees for me to choose from.

I wrapped a towel around my chest and stepped out. Sindhu asked me to select a saree, and I chose an off-white cotton one with a pink floral print and a subtle silver border. As I searched for the necessary undergarments—petticoat, blouse, bra, and panty—she ordered me to get them from the cupboard. With no choice, I began dressing in front of her, one item at a time. First, I put on the panty, followed by the bra, the blouse, the petticoat, and finally the saree.

This time, she gave me a satisfied nod. "Good job," she said, "you’ve worn it properly."

Though saree has big border, but its very light in weight and easy to carry. Hence, left the pallu open instead of folding it.  She winked at me and mentioned that you are managing saree better than any  lady. This made me blush and gave me bit confidence as I felt that I have been accepted as a lady. Sindhu then instructed me to set the dining table, mentioning she’d be back in five minutes. I quickly moved to arrange everything, eager to get the task done. It felt like a small escape from her watchful gaze. The cook had already left the house, so I had some freedom to move about and get everything in order.