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The next morning I woke up early at 6 am. As I opened my eyes, I saw that Shekhar had put his leg across my body. He was still asleep. I felt a sense of accomplishment. My dream of becoming a wife had turned into reality, and I woke up next to my husband. I thanked God for this wonderful gift.
I eased myself from under Shekhar and quickly freshened up. I then removed my breast forms and wig and went to take a bath. I, however, didn’t remove my mangalsutra, chudi or toe rings. After my bath, I went to the other room and did my basic makeup and accessorizing to turn into Ankita.
I wore a peach-colored cotton saree with a red blouse. The blouse was short-sleeved and backless with a dori at the back to tie. Next, I went to the puja room, recited a prayer and applied sindoor in my maang.
By the time I did all that, it was 7.15 am. I went to the kitchen, prepared a cup of coffee and woke up my husband with coffee in bed. I stirred him awake. He propped himself up against the headrest and squinted his eyes open.
He saw me and said, “It still amazes me how pretty you are.” He then pulled me close to himself and kissed me on the lips. After that kiss, I pulled him out of bed and asked him to get ready. I then went to prepare breakfast for him and prepare him for office.
While removing his clothes from the office, Shekhar called me from the bathroom. I could hear that the shower was on. I asked him what it was. He said he needed help rubbing his back. I blushed and became happy that he was treating me like his wife.
I pulled up my saree and tucked it at my hips. I then entered the bathroom. He was completely naked under the shower. He held out the loofa, asking me to rub his back. I asked him to step out of the shower and turn around. He did so. I started scrubbing his back with the soapy loofah.
While I was scrubbing his back, he started throwing water at me. I said, “Stop it. You’ll get me wet.” He laughed and said, “That’s the plan, baby.” I tried to make an annoyed face and asked him to stop in a stern voice. But, on the inside, I was enjoying this playful behavior.
He turned around, looked at me and said, “You want me to stop?” I started blushing and started to walk away. He held me by hand and pulled me towards him. Our bodies clashed, and his soap and water transferred to my body and saree.
I pushed him away jokingly, scolded him and asked him to get ready as he was getting late for the office. I looked at his limp dick, covered in soap and water. I stopped myself from playing with it with great difficulty. I begrudgingly walked away from shower sex.
I then went into the kitchen to finish preparing the breakfast. By the time I was done, Shekhar had gotten out of the bathroom and dressed. We had breakfast together while playing footsie under the table.
After finishing breakfast, he got up to go to the office. He kissed me, wished me a good day and left. I went to leave him at the door and waved him bye.
I then finished the house chores like cleaning, mopping, doing the dishes and the laundry. Shekhar’s luggage for the 10 days was yet to be unpacked. I unpacked them and kept them in the cupboard. After finishing my duties as a wife, I began my work as it was working from home for the entire week.
Once again, I finished my lunch early to prepare my asshole for my husband. After working hours, I decided to get ready for Shekhar. I anal douched, shaved my facial hair and took a bath. Then I inserted the butt plug into my asshole.
I fixed my breast forms and wig. Then applied the necessary makeup and pondered on what to wear. I decided on a sky-blue camisole lingerie set. I wore a black satin wrap-around nightgown over it. I then waited for my husband to arrive from work.
Shekhar arrived from work by 7.30 pm. I welcomed him with a kiss. I collected his bag and kept it aside. I then gave him a glass of water while he relaxed. He then went to the bathroom to freshen up and take a bath.
After the bath, he came and sat on the sofa watching TV. I opened two bottles of beer and sat next to him. Both of us drank our beers while browsing through channels. We started talking about our day, but we quickly started to fool around.
The fooling around turned into a make-out session. The make-out session then ignited our heat and lust. We shifted to the bedroom and had another hot session of lovemaking. After satisfying each other’s sexual desires, we had dinner. We then cuddled for a bit and went to bed.
This cycle of married life continued for the whole workweek. Except for the duration of my bath and the time it took to get ready, I was Ankita the whole time. I enjoyed every second of being Ankita and more so of being Ankita, the wife.
On Friday evening, Shekhar came home and handed me a printout. It was a reservation for a stay in Matheran for the weekend. I asked him what it was. Shekhar said it was ‘Our Honeymoon.’
I became thrilled at listening to those words. But then the realization hit.
Me: But I can’t go as Ankita. I can’t be your wife on our honeymoon.
Shekhar: What? Why?
Me: The hotel won’t let us stay without showing IDs. And I obviously don’t have any ID as Ankita.
Shekhar: (laughing) You think I wouldn’t have realized that? Silly woman. I have made the reservation on Airbnb. They don’t ask for IDs other than from the person booking the place. Moreover, it’s a homestay, and the owner doesn’t stay on the property. There is only a caretaker.
Hearing this, I became very overwhelmed and excited.
Me: What about nobody else finding out about this?
Shekhar: Nobody in Matheran knows either you or me. And I’m never going back there again. What is the harm?
I had no answer to that question. It was truly a perfect scenario. I was quite impressed that Shekhar had given it so much thought. He had surprised me with a honeymoon trip. I immediately ran to him, kissed him, and hugged him. We then proceeded to lovemaking.
After we finished, I packed our luggage for our weekend honeymoon vacation. Since I was going out of town, I had to ensure that I had packed everything I needed to be Ankita. After packing, I double-checked everything. Then I proceeded to pack Shekhar’s luggage also.
We had an early dinner and called it a night. We had to leave early in the morning for our honeymoon. I woke up at 4 am to get ready as Ankita. I wore a lemon yellow short dress and a jacket. I had ‘chudis’ in my hand, mangalsutra around my neck and sindoor on my maang.
I then prepared coffee while Shekhar got ready. After having coffee, we left for Matheran in the early hours of 6.30 am. We drove to Matheran in Shekhar’s car. Since it was early in the morning, we didn’t encounter much traffic. This gave up plenty of opportunities along the road to fool around in the car.
We finally reached our Airbnb homestay in Matheran at around 9.30 am. We were welcomed in and shown to our room by the caretaker. He said breakfast was ready and we could have it after freshening up.
Inside our room, on the bed, there was a welcome note along with some snacks. The welcome note read, ‘Mr. and Mrs. Shekhar Mishra.’ Seeing that salutation, I became very happy. This was the first time I was referred to as a Mrs. by a third person.
We freshened up and went to have breakfast. After which we started our honeymoon with some sightseeing. We went to the fort, the lake and the various viewpoints. We ended the tour at the sunset viewpoint. As the sun set behind the hills, we had a romantic kiss.
We then returned to our homestay. We rested for an hour. The caretaker came to ask us when we would have dinner. He also said he would make a bonfire for us to enjoy at night. We wanted to finish a round of lovemaking before going to have dinner.
So we told him to have dinner ready by 9.30. It was 6 o clock. I told Shekhar that I would have to anal douche, which would take 10-15 minutes. I was about to go into the bathroom when he asked me to wait. He went to his luggage, pulled out a paper bag, and gave it to me.
I opened it, and inside was a lingerie set. I became overjoyed at his surprise and desire to see me in lingerie. I said, “Give me half an hour, baby. I will make this surprise worth your while.” I then took my anal douche kit and my makeup into the bathroom to get ready.
First, I finished my anal douche. I slowly inserted a butt plug into my asshole. Then I removed all my clothing. I opened the bag that Shekhar had got and emptied its contents. It was a hot pink colored baby doll set with a thong for the panty.
I wore the outfit and fixed my makeup. I was afraid the thong wouldn’t cover my male genitals, but the front portion of the thong was wide enough to cover them. I applied perfume and dabbed glitter over my hands and upper body. The satin material of the lingerie and the body glitter shimmered in the light.
Happy with how I looked, I walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom to my husband, who was waiting for his sexy wife.
Shekhar had already dimmed the lights and lit a couple of candles. There was a romance written in the air. I seductively walked towards him. Shekhar said, “Come here, baby.” I stood inches away from him. He ran his fingers across my hair and face.
He held me by the back of my neck and pulled my face close to his to plant a kiss on my lips. He then grabbed my ass with his left hand while kissing me. He had never gotten so rough before. I quite enjoyed this behaviour. I submitted to his will and kissed him back.
His tongue was trying to enter my mouth. I parted my lips to allow his tongue to enter my mouth. He bit my lower lip and started lip-locking. His tongue was wrestling mine in my mouth. Our passion started to build. We started feeling each other and running our hands all over each other.
While kissing and making out, we started walking toward the bed. I was walking backward, and when I hit the bed frame, I fell back on it. Shekhar pounced on me seconds after I fell on the bed. He held me down and started kissing my face and my neck.
He started nibbling my ear. My ‘chudis’ were making a clanking sound. He then fell on top of me. While continuing to kiss, we flipped over. Now he was on the bed, and I was on top of him. I sat down on his stomach. He started playing with my breast forms.
He was squeezing them. I started rubbing his crotch over his pants. I crawled back a little and undid his pants. I pulled down his underwear and started to stroke his dick. I lubed it up with my saliva and started to blow it. His dick began to grow in my mouth.
A minute later, it had become completely erect. I then started to deep-throat his dick. Shekhar was thoroughly enjoying the oral sex. He started to moan my name. He kept saying, “Oh, yes, Ankita. That’s the way, baby. Suck on my cock. Oh, beautiful. Oh, Ankita.”
Hearing him moan my name intensified my passion. I started to suck on his dick with more ferocity. Shekhar started to fuck my mouth after this. He was thrusting his hips while lying down. His hard dick crashed against my throat, and I started to gag.
I had to remove his dick from my mouth to catch my breath. His dick was soaked in my saliva. Shekhar then asked me to get down on all fours. He wanted to fuck my asshole. I obliged. I got off of him and climbed up onto the bed. I got down on all fours and pushed my ass toward him.
Shekhar was very excited and rough. He slid the thong thread to one side and removed my butt plug. I asked him to use the lube in my suitcase. I felt the butt plug come out of my ass, and the next instant, I felt something cold at the entrance of my asshole.
It didn’t feel like the lube. I turned back to see what it was. What I saw shocked me. Shekhar’s face was buried in my ass.
Me: What are you doing?
Shekhar: Eating my wife’s pussy.
My shock turned to complete ecstasy. He was referring to my asshole as a pussy. He made me feel like a complete woman. I looked ahead again and enjoyed the rim job Shekhar, my husband, was giving me. He started by licking the area around my anus with his tongue.
He then spat into my asshole and started lathering the saliva all around and into my asshole using his tongue. The sensation of his tongue on and in my asshole was magical. I was thoroughly enjoying my first rim job as a married woman. He started stabbing my asshole with his tongue.
Next, he removed his face from my asshole and started to massage the entrance of my asshole with his fingers. His fingers were doing wonders. I started to moan and direct Shekhar. I asked him to keep up the motion and increase the speed.
Shekhar then inserted his thumb into my asshole. Once in, he started to rotate his thumb inside my ass. He was making a pendulum motion with his thumb inside my asshole. I started to moan loudly. He then started to pull out and push in his thumb while rotating it on the inside.
The pleasure I experienced during this fingering of my asshole was magical. He kept up the finger fucking for another minute or so. I couldn’t bear the excitement anymore. I said, “Shekhar honey, shove your dick into my asshole. Pound that married pussy.” Even I started to refer to my asshole as my pussy.
Shekhar went to get the lube from my suitcase. I spread my ass cheeks and waited in anticipation for his dick. Shekhar came around the bed and stood in front of me. He removed his shirt, threw it away and looked at me. His dick had started to go limp. I understood what he wanted.
I took his dick once again in my mouth and started to suck on it. Less than a minute later, his dick turned rock solid and erect. Little Shekhar was ready to go. I turned 180° turn on the bed and pushed my ass toward Shekhar. He added some lube on the entrance of my asshole and the tip of his dick.
He then placed the tip of his dick on my asshole and started to push it in. Slowly and steadily, his dick entered my asshole. He started to push in and pull out his dick. Once the motion became smooth, he got rough. His first rough thrust caused me some discomfort and pain.
I let out a shriek. But Shekhar did not pause. He continued to fuck my ass vigorously. I am glad he didn’t stop. A few seconds later, the pain vanished, and I started enjoying the fucking. We continued in the doggy style. Shekhar was standing on the floor while I was on all fours on the bed.
After a minute of fucking me, like that, he put on leg on the bed and started to fuck me harder. A few strokes later, he climbed up on the bed and thrust his dick into my asshole. We continued in that position for another minute. He pulled out his dick and asked me to flip over.
I didn’t understand what he wanted me to do, but I flipped over. He then lifted both my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He held my waist with his hand and pulled my body towards his waist. My body from below my neck was suspended in the air.
He then inserted his dick into my asshole again and started fucking me. This position was completely new for me. It took a few thrusts for me to adjust to his will. But, after that, it became more smooth. Shekhar then ripped away the thong, exposing my male genitals.
I tried to hide them with my hands. But Shekhar swatted them away. He said, “Never be ashamed of who you are.” He then pulled out his dick and dropped my waist. He asked me to get into the missionary position. We started fucking in missionary.
For the first time, I was facing the person fucking me. I looked into my husband’s eyes as he fucked me. Shekhar then did something I never thought he would. He started stroking my dick while fucking my asshole. He kept it up and both our climaxes began to build.
A few minutes later, Shekhar jizzed into my asshole. I had still not climaxed. Shekhar, however, didn’t stop stroking my dick. And a few seconds later, even I climaxed and let out my load. A few drops squirted up and fell on Shekhar’s chest, while most of it fell back on my stomach.
Me: Shekhar, that was the best fucking of my life.
Shekhar: I have a lot more where that came from.
He then winked at me. I gave him a flying kiss.
We cleaned up after. Got dressed and went to have our dinner. Post dinner, the caretaker prepared a bonfire for us in the courtyard overlooking the hills. Shekhar and I huddled up and cuddled till the bonfire died. We then went to bed.
The next day, we spent the morning lying in bed and cuddling. After breakfast, we did a little more sightseeing. After lunch, we waited and engaged in one final sexual act before our honeymoon ended.
Late in the evening, we checked out and returned to Mumbai. It was almost 11 by the time we reached home due to traffic. We were both very tired, so we went straight to bed.
The next day, we resumed our routine life. My condition with Shekhar was that I would be his wife for 10 days, ending on Tuesday night. However, Shekhar said he would like to continue this husband wife arrangement till the end of the week. I naturally agreed and was delighted that he asked me about this.
On Saturday evening, after one last hot steamy session of sex, Shekhar packed his bags and left. Thus bringing an end to our charade of being a married couple.
In this way, I fulfilled my lifelong wish of becoming a wife to someone. Although short-lived, I enjoyed every second of this married life and will treasure it till my last breath.
By Sunday evening, the mehendi on my hands had completely faded away. This signaled the end of my life as Mrs. Ankita Shekhar Mishra. I removed my chudis, mangalsutra and toe rings and put them away.
I became Ankit after 2 whole weeks. Come Monday morning, I stepped into the outside world as Ankit again.
Normal life resumed once again. My normal was the dual life I led. Although I was a little upset that only Ankita’s life ended, there were no regrets. Just a sense of fulfillment.
Shekhar and I, as Ankita, still get together. We are each other’s booty calls. Sometimes during these booty calls or special occasions, I behave and dress like I am still his wife. He doesn’t mind it at all.
I have even celebrated ‘chhatt Puja’ and karwa ‘Chauth’ with Shekhar as his wife, Ankita. I know that one day this arrangement will end. Either he will move back to his family in Delhi. Or his family will move to Mumbai to be with him. But until that day happens, Shekhar and I will continue our arrangement.
While other gay men have ridiculed me for my obsession with cross-dressing, a straight man Shekhar has accepted me for who I am. He has even given me my life’s best gift. He has fulfilled my wish to be and feel like a woman and a wife. I will forever be grateful to Shekhar for that.
This was my story. I hope you have liked and enjoyed it as much as I have. You can reach me at [email protected].