The Hidden Chapters -25

 

With that, I stopped it and got up again. His eyes clearly states he is very horny and he is not done yet. As my petticoat knot, became loose, I tightened it again and he is staring at me as to how easily I tied the knot and adjusted it. As I am moving towards my clothes, he pulled me back and made me lie on bed. He lifted petticoat and stated playing with my shrunken penis. I am totally with shame as I compared my penis with his size. I am ashamed and he is loving it.

I just told him, Manoj, I am very tired, can we please stop for now ? but Manoj responded pinching my ass.

I understood, he is planning to fuck me more now. Though I am afraid, but I realised I need to go through it. He extended his arms to cupboard and pulled oil and applied to my ass and to his penis as well. Now he opens up and tells me that I am big fan of your ass since the day I saw you.

This time, he asked me to keep pillow under my belly, so that It wont hurt me. I really liked and thanked him for his care towards me.

Suddenly, he placed one slap on my ass. Its exactly in the center, half of his hand on my left butt and half of my right butt. I requested me to be gentle and feeling ashamed but he is loving it.

He spread my ass butt and opened my hole with his thumb. I requested him to be gentle. He placed his penis on my anus and I remembered the incident of last night & had goosebumps. He is gentle while entering the tip of his penis in my ass and I felt good sensation. Suddenly with all his strength, he pushed his entire penis in my ass hole. Knowing how thick and big his penis, its literally tearing me apart. I controlled my scream by holding the blanket. He started slapping my left butt. I requested him to stop, but felt another slap on right butt. I accepted that now I am his wife and woman to him.

Its nice sensation but lot of pain. The more I am requesting him, I getting slap. He is acting like wild animal and uncontrollable energy. Each push is much deeper than the previous one. I observed my reflection on the wardrobe mirror. I am with fair skin and Manoj with dark skin riding on me like a powerful man and I ended up giving my ass to him. Felt like small in front of him and at his mercy.

He is not showing any signs of tiredness while I am exhausted fully. Slowly I closed my eyes and now I started enjoying it and whenever I am feeling less pain, he is pushing me hard making me realise that he is man. Room is filled with my moans and sounds of pachak-pachak coming with his each push while riding on me. He continued for nearly 30 minutes and at last his warm juices filled in my hole.

He collapsed on me and rested on me for some time. Eventually, the room grew quiet, and we simply lay beside each other, catching our breath.

When his breathing became normal, he came on my other side and observed my wet eyes . He pulled me closer to his chest and kissed on my forehead and mentioned that he is in total love with me and that’s the reason he gets excited.

After a few peaceful moments, since I was only my orange cotton petticoat I covered my self with blanket, picked panty, bra and wore it. Removed cotton petticoat before getting off the bed. I quietly cleaned myself, then gently helped Manoj clean up as his penis. What surprised me is that with my each touch, his penis is getting stronger. I got totally amazed at his stamina. He pulled me again and this time, I firmly told him to stop as I don’t have energy left in me as you have teared my body completely.

When I looked down at the petticoat afterward, I couldn't help but let out a soft, helpless smile. What shocked me is the blood stains on petticoat when I looked at it.

"Well... I definitely can't wear this again today," I murmured.

Manoj looked at me with an amused grin. He mentioned that I am no longer virgin now and you are complete now as my wife.

As I got up towards washroom, he reached for my hand and gently pulled me closer. This time there was no teasing, only quiet affection. He kissed my forehead, and held me close against his chest.

"I love you, Bala," he whispered. "Sometimes I get carried away... but only because I love being with you."

Hearing those words, I smiled, closed my eyes, rested my head against him and my hand started playing with his chest hair. For a little while, neither of us spoke, simply enjoying the comfort of the quiet Sunday morning together.

As I looked down at myself as I am feeling sticky and uncomfortable. With a small sigh, I turned to Manoj."I think I need a bath." He smiled. "Me too."

A few minutes later, we stepped into the bathroom & Manoj handed me the soap & asked me to help him with his back and shoulders. I laughed and obliged, while I made sure he finished his bath first so that I could take my time and clean myself properly afterward.

I came out of the bathroom with a towel tied neatly around my breasts like a lady, and adjusted it carefully as I walked back into the room. Manoj already slipped into a fresh T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

I stood in front of the wardrobe, staring at the neatly folded clothes.

"What should I wear?" I wondered aloud.I turned toward him. "Should I wear a T-shirt and shorts?" The smile on Manoj's face vanished at once. He looked at me with clear irritation, and anger tone.

"No," he said firmly. "When you are with me, don't think you are a man," he said, his voice edged with anger. "You are my wife and woman for me."

His words made me go quiet and bent down my head. "You should wear a saree or a proper nighty with a petticoat."

I turned back to the wardrobe, wondering whether to choose a nighty or saree.

I nodded. " ok my hubby! you decide." He walked over to the wardrobe with enthusiasm, carefully checking the sarees.

At last, he held up a soft pink cotton saree.“This one.”

I looked at it and smiled. “The pink one?” He nodded. “Simple. Soft. And it will suit you beautifully.”

He picked up the matching blouse, then frowned. “Hmm… this won’t fit.”I glanced at it and shook my head. “It’s not my size.”

Then I remembered Sindhu showing me the ready-made blouse section.

“Oh,” I said, opening the cupboard. “I have one here.”

I found a blouse that matched perfectly and held it up.“There. This should do.”

Manoj’s smile returned. “Perfect.”He reached for the lower shelf and pulled out a matching petticoat, checking it with obvious satisfaction.“And this too.”

He shrugged. “If I’m choosing the saree, I might as well do it properly.”

He placed the saree, blouse, and petticoat on the bed, looking far too pleased with himself.

I glanced at the neatly arranged clothes and then back at him.

“What about bra & panty?” I asked, my tone light but curious.

For a second, he looked caught off guard. Then a slow smile spread across his face.

“That,” he said softly, “is your choice.”. I just laughed back at him, you don’t ask me when removing, but telling me now its my choice. I know I made him happy by letting him know he is a man with penis.

Then I pulled open another drawer and took out my lingerie. After a quick glance, I selected a skin-coloured bra and panty set and placed it neatly with the saree, blouse, and petticoat on the bed.

“There,” I said, turning back to him with a small smile. “Now I’m all ready.”

“Happy now?” I asked.He nodded. “Very.”

I gathered the clothes in my arms and looked at him with mock seriousness.

“Fine,” I said. “Wait outside for five minutes.”

He folded his arms. “Five whole minutes?”

“Yes.”“That’s cruel.”

I smiled, closed the door. Started with bra, panty, petticoat and blouse.continued draping the pink saree.Almost ten minutes later, I opened the bedroom door. The soft pink cotton saree draped neatly, its pleats falling perfectly at the center just as Sindhu had taught me. The pallu rested gracefully over my shoulder, and the glass bangles on my wrists.

Almost ten minutes later, I opened the bedroom door. Manoj looked up—and simply froze.

His gaze lingered on the small red bindi on my forehead before settling on the mangalya chain resting against my breast.

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone look this beautiful."

My cheeks warmed instantly."It's just a simple cotton saree."

"No," he said softly. "It's the way you're wearing it."

I looked down shyly and instinctively adjusted the edge of my pallu.

" I said. "It's almost lunchtime." He sighed dramatically.

"I suppose I'll have to share my beautiful wife with the rest of the house for a little while."

He smiled and pulled me into a warm embrace.

The moment I rested against him, his hand slid gently along my back before settling at my ass crack over the soft folds of my saree. I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the quiet comfort of being in his arms.

"Thank you," I whispered.He smiled.

"But I'm still not ready to forgive you," I added, looking up at him. "You are very far rough with me and please be gentle next time.”