Co-Wife

I Accepted My Husband's Girlfriend As My Co-Wife

https://other.literotica.com/s/pati-ke-ex-girl-friend-meri-soutan is the link to the original erotica in Hindi by manasihotta which I have translated into English.

Translator's notes:

The original author retains the copyright. My effort is more complementary and supplementary. A little liberty has been taken to add some extra bits, to make the story a little elaborate and to add in certain additional descriptive hooks and additional characters introduced to pave the way for extensions to the story line. Manasi's original thread is retained, but elaborated.

For those readers who are new to Indian Hindu marital traditions, a married lady wears vermillion powder, Sindhoor, reddish in color, in the parting of her hair, which is combed to either side. Some ladies, who do not part their hair, place a symbolic dot of vermillion at the middle of the hairline. The first night that husband and wife spend together is called "Suhaag Raat", and has been translated as the "Conjugal Night".

In the original story, Gita is Rahul's cousin born to his mother's sister, addressed as mausi, and in Indian relationships, such a cousin is like a sibling sister, to which marriage or sexual contact is incestous. Sunil's confession that he had secretly married Gita is something that generally does not happen.

However in certain communities, marriage with a cousin, born to one's mother's brother or father's sister, is permitted, socially and legally. I don't know whether Manasi really wanted incest. Because of the original author's context, Gita's refers to Manasi as Bhabi, which is a respectful term used to address the wife of one's older brother.

I have therefore changed Gita's original reference to be the permitted relation between cousins. So in the revised context, Mansi is referred to by Gita to as Didi, an older sister. Which in a multiple wife, polygynous relationship, is what traditionally, a junior wife refers to the senior wife as.

As always, I have received help and suggestions from my literotica friends. In the event, there is anything in the content that causes offence to any section of readers, I request your forgiveness in advance, as all content has been imagined or recollected from my personal experiences and exposure, and placed purely for the plot evolution, and is not an endorsement of any practice, or belief. I look forward to feedback and comments to evolve this story line and continue it into another saga of human love and eroticism.

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Hello friends, I am Mansi, and I want to share my first story with you all, and in the event of any mistake or fault, kindly forgive me. This is a true event which happened in my life, and I am unable to rest without sharing it. After reading this story, if you wish to share your feedback or comments, do write to me without any hesitation.

I am basically from Orissa, and my father is a small businessman, as a Civil Contractor who established the practice in a modest way at Bhubaneswar. He was a doting father and could provide very well for us, as he was quite prudent in business, and was able to get the confidence of his customers and was successful in a modest way. We are four in my family, it's my father, mother, my younger sister and I. My mother was very loving, and took care of us very well.

My sister, Manini, was two years younger, and joined me in all the family activities, and looked up to me, more much as a second mother than as an older sister. We went to the same school and college, and in the orthodox social structure, we were rather sheltered from contact with the opposite sex. Grown up, we were about the same size, and used to share dresses and ornaments. Many times we were mistaken for twins. We were both about 5 feet 5 inches, and with a decent 36 C bosoms, and 26 inch waistline and 36 inch buttocks. We were wheatish complexioned and wore our hair in long tresses.

I was married two years ago on 22 May, 2010 with Sunil Sahoo, who was employed with Godrej & Boyce in Mumbai as a Sales Manager. Sunil was about 5 feet nine, a little darker in complexion than I, with a good personality, trim body, washboard midriff, and a good head of hair. I was 23 then and Sunil was 28. Sunil was an engineer with an MBA from NM College in Mumbai. I had completed B.Sc(IT) and MCA. I had some experience working in a small IT company in Bhubaneswar, and was happy that I could get an opportunity to further my career prospects in Mumbai.

Our conjugal night was at the honeymoon suite of the Crown Hotel, where our wedding ceremony was performed earlier in the day. We had a reception by the pool side that evening for our family relations, friends and business colleagues of my and Sunil's father. A nice band was playing all romantic movie songs. Halfway through, I was taken to the suite, blushing all the while, by my cousins and friends, who were teasing me and asking me to tell all the details next morning.

My friends and cousins left one by one, having been pushed out by one of my older married cousins. She came and sat by me, and asked me not to worry, and that she was sure Sunil would not hurt me. Kissing me on my forehead, she too departed, saying "All the best, Mansi", and with a wink, "There is an extra, ditto model, of the bedspread in that plastic bag", she winked as she closed the door. After about fifteen minutes, I heard a click, as I saw the door open and Sunil stepped in, looking very charming in his white silk chudidar and kurta. I had worn a silk saree, in the traditional manner.

He smiled at me, as he walked towards the bed; I stood up, nervously and touched his feet, as I was told to by my mother. He picked me up by my shoulders, and enclosed me with his arms. He was feeling very warm, and as I placed my head against his neck, and my arms around him. We could sense each other's hearts pounding away. We were snugly bonded together, as he led me to the bed and we lay down. He continued kissing and we found each other's lips. I was letting him guide me, as I was feeling very shy and nervous, yet did not want to seem uncooperative.

We both lay down, still dressed, on the large bed, on which flower petals were strewn, and he got on his knees in front of me. He started feeling my legs from under my petticoat, starting with my ankles, up to my calves, over my thighs and then caressed my pussy lips, over the panty. He pulled the panty band down and slid a finger into my now very hot pussy and moved it in and out. His thumb found my clit and began massaging it.

'Eeee ... Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! oooooohhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh iiiisssssshhhhhh ooooooohhhhhh', I hissed and moaned as he sent me into raptures of ecstasy.

I was enjoying the sweet sensation that his fingers were delivering on my pussy. When Sunil asked me, somewhat in a concerned tone, whether what he was doing was hurting me or it was painful to me, I replied, "No, Sunil, do more, please ... I am enjoying it a lot ... Don't stop". On this reply he felt comforted and increased his pace and inserted one more finger and I felt something blocking his fingers from entering any further in and a sort of tickling feeling inside my cunt as his fingers scratched at it. I told him so, and he told me about the cherry and I nodded my head that I too was aware of it.

He kissed me fully on my lips, and told me that he was cent percent sure that I was a virgin, and that he never doubted it from the day he set his eyes on me. He asked me whether I had never masturbated before marriage. I told him that I had played with my pussy but unlike her friends who did so with cucumbers and brinjals, wanted to keep it pure and reserved for my 'beloved future husband' and smiled passionately at him and returned his kisses.

Sunil leaned over and switched off all the lights. There was a glow of streetlights, which helped us to make things out on the bed. We undressed each other slowly, garment by garment, then lay down on the bed naked and kissed for a while again. I could feel his fingers probing around my pussy lips. I reached down and took his now hard dick in my hand. I wanted to kiss the head of his ling, before welcoming it into my yoni. My Lord would soon be inside me, and this was the Supreme Moment that is consummated in the conjugal.

He sucked like a baby does on my now hardened and erect nipples. We were both now getting out of control. It had become warm in the room, despite the air conditioning, we were starting to sweat, and it might have been the heat of our passionate and hot lovemaking. His hands ran to the back of my legs and then upwards to massage my ass cheeks. He planted kisses after kisses on pussy and along the hairline to either side. I instinctively parted my legs a little more and his left hand came back around to the front.

He drew his fingers through the curls and down between my legs. He felt my moistening lips and gently pressed them between his fingers. I felt his fingers part them and he ran one finger from top to bottom of the pussy lips. Coming from bottom to top, he pressed harder against the pussy slit and I felt his finger begin to slide in. I gave a loud cry of ecstasy... Aaaahhhhh... and thrust my hips forward to meet his finger in my pussy. Sunil fingered my clit and stabbed into my virgin fuck hole. He paused and moved over me. At last, we were going to do it. He straddled himself over me balancing on his hands and knees and looked expectantly at me.

"Love me Sunil please. I am all yours. Please Sunil" I begged him. "Are you ready for it my dear?" he asked. "Yes I am all yours my dear Sunil. Love me and take my virginity, which I have saved for you and you alone". With that Sunil put the head of his ling (cock) on my yoni (pussy) lips. It felt warm and I could sense it quivering over my cunt. "It may cause some little pain, but you will like and enjoy afterwards" assured Sunil... "I know. Just take me, my love. I trust you, I will bear it for you and us", I entreated.

Sunil kissed my neck, and my nipples, and positioned himself, and brought forward his erect dick towards my waiting pussy. My own juices were in full flow, lubricating the passage to facilitate entry and coating his cock head. Keeping himself upright over me on one hand, he placed his hand on his cock to guide it towards the lfuck hole. I could feel a hard knob, probing for my cunt, searching for the entrance to the cave of pleasure. Finding ingress, he brought pressure by flexing his hips, as his lowda ... cock.. slowly started burying itself, a millimeter, a centimeter, an inch ...

He fixed his gaze on me, to observe my response. I placed my hands around his waist, and tugged him closer. I lifted myself off the bed a bit and kissed him with intense passion as I lay back again thrust my breasts against him, in encouragement. An inch inside, his cock advanced, an eighth inch more, quarter more, half more, as the cock head approached that bundle of nerves, I never knew about and I convulsed in the next orgasmic rapture.

He partly slid his cock back out, and his next thrust came in a little harder and as it rubbed the bundle again, I shivered and held him tight. He was surer now, and each subsequent thrust was faster and getting in deeper, as he bored into my virginal cunt. I was having sensations that I had never experienced before. I was visualising the interiors of my newly dug cave by his hard drilling. He paused and kissed me for a few minutes, his dick pulsating within. He kissed me again as his cock met with resistance from within. Each push he tried harder and with more force.

We were both breathing rapidly. Each downward motion, hitting the barrier, he stopped and began to apply more pressure. I wrapped my arms across his shoulders and tried to push up with my hips. "AMMMAAAAHHH ... OOOOOOO ... AHMAAHHHHH ...UUUFFFFFF ... OHHHHHHHHH yes yes YESSSSSSSSSS" I screamed, my body arching up, my body going rigid, my fully swollen mammaries and hardened nipples, reaching upward towards Sunil's sweat drenched body, while my lord's long, strong, delightful and blood hot lingam surged deeper into my wet, virginal cunt.

Each time, deeper and deeper inside went in Sunil's cock, and it was impaling and stabbing my pussy, rubbing against my love bud, each press of his flesh against mine, sending shivers of electric impulses through me, reaching thru, stroking harder to break on through to the unplumbed depths of my cunt. My yoni was in expectant convulsions and from where I lay below, I could sense him preparing for the final assault. He paused, and muscles rippling and taut, his hips positioned in place, with a loud shout, his lund rammed into me, as he broke the barrier, and reached in deep into my yoni.

I shut my eyes to bear the pain, as tears welled up and streamed down from my eyes as I was deflowered with a shock of pain, like an injection jab. Sunil had burst through the hymen and I had lost my cherry and then he plunged forward and penetrated and impaled my yoni deeper. Sunil stopped for a moment seeing my tears but I thrust my hips up and the drew the rest of his penis into my till recently virgin and now deflowered pussy. I leaned forward and bit his shoulder, whimpering but pulling him closer. He didn't back out, he lowered his hips completely, pubes to pubes, against mine until we felt our pubic hair entwine in the damp blood mingled vaginal fluid in their own bid to unite. He bent his elbows and brought his chest down against mine. We lay still for some time, savoring the moment.

We kissed deeply, sharing our juices, lip to lip, and snaking each other's tongues. I felt him thrust hips back and forth a little faster; the sensation of his lund ... dick riding in and out of me was bringing me explosive sensations all thru my body. "Sunil ... Make love to me, please." I implored. We kissed again, and bit each other's lips lightly.

He pushed himself back up on his arms and positioned his hips up a little. His hips came down against me hard! Thut Thut... Loin to loin, Thut ... Thut ... Thwack ... pube to pube contact was making a slapping sound ... Oh ... Ooooohhh... thut ... thut .. oh .. ohh .. THUT .. THUT ... AAAWWWWWW...,I screamed in pleasure ... Thut ... Again he raised himself higher this time. I shuddered at the penetrative feeling of his ling being driven in and out of my recently unsealed yoni.

His thrusts were increasing in speed making me want to yell and scream. All I could do to hold myself back was to moan and groan. Sunil's steel hard penis was plunging in and out of my tight pussy with great vigor. The rapid plunging of his ling inside me, was producing in me pleasurable sensations that I had never felt before. Sunil increased his speed some more, and in a few moments he became rigid, and collapsed on me, hugging and kissing my tear strewn face. I was relishing the feeling of my husband Sunil's warm and viscous man juice filling my pussy. I was overcome with great emotion as Sunil, my man, my lord, filled my yoni with the sacred seed of his loin.

Sunil gradually withdrew his ling, coated red with virginal blood from my yoni. My cunt was red from some dribbles and there were small patches of blood on the bed sheet. We lay beside each other, our breaths settling down, as he hugged and kissed me for a few minutes, my head on his chest, my fingers running in circles all over his chest. He asked me if I had liked and enjoyed what we did, and I kissed him and whispered shyly, that it was very satisfying.

He got up and went to the wash room and I followed him. We stepped under the shower and cleaned ourselves up. He folded up the bed sheet, and kept it in a separate plastic cover. I remembered that my cousin has brought another identical bed sheet, which we covered the bed with and got in. We stayed in bed naked for another hour and then drifted to sleep. Next morning we dressed quietly, touching and kissing each other periodically.

It was a very shy experience for me when we met our family and relations at breakfast next morning, and I was unable to see any of my relatives eye to eye. My cunt was sore and a little painful, but I tried to hide it, by trying to walk normally, but I guess it showed. My mother, was a bit concerned, and asked me if all was well. I smiled at her, and kissed her, and she knew I was well and happy too. I spied Manini's shy glances at me, and went and hugged her too. Mercifully, no one teased me, and discussed only matter of fact items, which relieved me a lot. I was fussed over by most of Sunil's elder lady relatives, who welcomed me with warm hugs, into the family, and opened their hearts and affection to me, by saying so in as many words.

Sunil was to leave for Mumbai, in a few days, and I was to travel with him. I felt sad saying goodbyes to my friends and family, and sobbed a lot when my parents and sister came to say their goodbyes. At the same time, I was also happy and excited to start my new married life with Sunil.

We travelled to Mumbai from Bhubaneswar by a direct train, which took two nights and an intervening day. We were accommodated in the 2 AC category. Konark/Minar Express which starts from Bhubaneswar in the afternoon and we had a great time on the train before reaching Mumbai early in the morning of the third day.

Though there were four berths in each compartment, there was only an elderly lady, who soon moved to another compartment, where her relatives were. So we were left to each other for all the journey. There was a curtain, which we could draw into the aisle, which gave us some limited privacy.

During the initial part of the journey, I was still shy of Sunil's touch, from our conjugal night a couple of night before we left Bhubaneswar. Sunil was very tender, and made sure that I felt minimal pain when he took my cherry. I remembered our first night, and I blushed to myself again, thinking of the nights we would spend in our new home.

Thoughts of my conjugal night came to mind when Sunil sat beside me and was hugging me, as the countryside sped by in the late evening. The first night on the train, after dinner, both of us crept up to the upper berth, and cuddled into each other's arms. We were kissing each other on the face. We petted each other heavily and Sunil sucked at my breasts, and pleasured me with his fingers as I stroked his lowda (cock). We both reached our climaxes soon, as we were quite exhausted from all the festivities that we dozed off soon after.

The next morning, when the train halted at Vijaywada, another couple came and occupied the other two vacant berths in our compartment. They also looked to be newlywed. Sunil, being a salesman by nature, quickly introduced himself to Adnan, and Adnan introduced his wife as Sania. Adnan was a Software Engineer working at a MNC in Seepz. Sania, just like me, had a degree in B.Sc (Computers) and an MCA. Adnan had taken a flat in Ghatkopar, which Sunil explained was very close to our place. We quickly became friends and exchanged numbers and contact details.

Sania and I spent most of the time together in the journey, gossiping and sharing our aspirations and expectations of our new life in Mumbai. Adnan had studied Computer Engineering at NIT Rourkela, and Sunil and he quickly found some common friends, who they called up on their cell phones and were cracking jokes and making merry. At Hyderabad, some of Adnan's friends and some of their spouses came to greet them at the station. They brought bouquets and sweet boxes and Adnan introduced his friends to us as well. Very soon, it was like we had known each other for long.