Like everyone else in this world, my life had its ups and downs, and that led me to discover who I really was. I am Rohit, 32 yr old married guy from Mumbai, working for an MNC and with a great taste for finer things in life. And this is my story of self-discovery, a story about an incident when my world and my life turned upside down completely.
Since I was a teenager, I had a fetish of dressing up in drag. I loved to wear my mom’s clothes, I loved how she behaved and loved how elegantly she carried her sarees. When I used to wear her clothes, I used to take on another persona, and Rohit would become Pratibha. I loved sarees and the whole process of dressing up, right from choosing the petticoat and the blouse to the jewelry that goes with the saree. Growing up, I used to wear my mom’s sarees and pretend to go to office and work. Needless to say, my mom was my role model.
But apart from dressing, sometimes, I would feel the need of a man who would make me complete. But at that time, it just wasn’t possible, and the feeling was not very strong. So, I would not think much about it or try to curb those thoughts. But the desire to be with a man always remained there.
Cut to the present day, me and my wife used to stay in a plush complex in Andheri, and both of us had good and stable jobs. Everything was going great for the first 3 years of our marriage, and then she started acting strange. Something about her had changed. She started spending too much time on herself; she began to go to the parlour every weekend to get her hair and nails done. I also started noticing that she wore bolder outfits to work, the length of her skirts started getting shorter and shorter; the sarees she used to wear got sexier, and her blouses got sexier too. She also started wrapping her sarees tightly around her curvy fleshy body. My wife is a heavy woman, about 75 kgs and stood at 5.7 inches. She was a little busty, and blessed with breasts of size 36C. This was all great for me because I was just two inches taller to her, and that meant that I could wear her clothes with ease. I used to dress up whenever she would to go to work, as we had different working schedules. I used to purposely buy her stuff that I myself wished to wear so that I can put it on when she wasn’t around.
Things were going great between us. But this new development had me in a tizzy, I could sense that she was having an affair with a colleague of hers but I wanted to be sure. And one day, she announced that she would be going out of Mumbai for 4 days for an official tour. I was super happy that I would get the lonely time to dress up, but at the same time I was a bit suspicious too, as I didn’t know what’s gonna go down at her ‘official‘ tour. I decided that I should talk to her once she gets back from her trip. I suspected that she was having an affair with a guy named Pankaj, that she was too friendly with in her office.
Life can be really stressful when you suspect your wife is cheating on you. And you need a valve to release that stress. And my time-tested stress reliever was getting dolled up in a saree, and become a woman for a few hours. “Until she’s back I can go ahead and be the women that I craved to be”, I thought to myself. Thursday was already here, and she had packed two suitcases worth of clothes for her trip. I didn’t question her a lot as she had picked mostly her dresses, and her sarees were there at my disposal. Sarees were my first choice to become a woman, though my wife had several sarees (thanks to me who gifted her those), she would wear those only occasionally. In fact, I had worn them more than she ever did!
Once, she was out of the door and took a taxi to the airport, I went to the bathroom. I had a nice warm bath and shaved my face closely. I came out with the towel wrapped around my body and opened my wife’s side of the wardrobe. I always loved to stare at her wardrobe. It was full of expensive designer sarees and clothes. Touching her sarees, bras and blouses would give me goosebumps. And today, I had the luxury to go through it thoroughly, and pick a saree of my own choice.
I chose a maroon-pink colored plain chiffon saree with a golden border and little pearls dangling at the pallu! Then I chose a golden short-sleeve blouse that was one of the recent purchases of my wife. It had a pretty deep back. It almost felt backless and the cleavage was pretty huge too! Then, I picked a nice satin peach-colored petticoat that was made of spandex which hugs the body of the wearer giving the saree a nice and sexy shape. I slid into it and started draping the saree around my body, I looked at myself in the mirror while wearing the saree, and saw a hot lady staring back at me. I adjusted my pleats and kept my pallu open, then I grabbed her pearl-set that I had gifted her for our anniversary and put it around my neck.
This whole process of dressing up was turning me on like crazy, and I could feel the excitement building up inside my delicate panties. I could feel a bit of pre-cum coming out, and getting smeared on the expensive Victoria secret’s panties that I was wearing. I then took out my wig from my bag which is otherwise kept safely in my gym locker, and put it on my head. I tied it in a juda (hindi word for bun) as I love ladies who have their hair tied in a big round juda. The juda made me even sexier, and I felt like I need to touch and stroke myself. My transformation was complete, and I was ready to enjoy my time as a woman.
But just then the door opened, and right there standing in front of me was Pankaj, my wife’s colleague! “How did he get in? Does he have the key to my house?”, I wondered. My doubts about my wife cheating on me with him were almost confirmed. But I was more worried now because he had seen me dressed as a woman. He could use that to blackmail me, and continue to have his way with my wife. My heart was beating really fast. I was trembling due to the fear that I cannot explain. At the same time, I was fuming with anger seeing this man who would make love to my wife in my own home.
But as startled I was to see him, he was as surprised when he saw me in a saree. I tried to hide myself behind the saree pallu and wrapped it across my body to avoid his gaze, just like any woman would do in front of a strange man. But his gaze continued to pierce my chubby luscious body. And soon, his gaze turned into a smile and he closed the door behind him and began to walk towards me. I had no idea what he was gonna do next as I waited for him to come close to me. He got closer and closer … And my heart began to pound harder with each step of his.
He looked at me and said, “Hi sexy lady. Does this hot lady has a name?” He had a smirk on his face. I was both afraid and angry looking at him. I don’t know why but I played along with him and said to him, “I like to call myself bhabhi (sister-in-law in hindi), Pratibha bhabhi when I am dresssed as a woman.” May be, I was looking forward to be treated as a woman. Then, he slowly moved his finger over my saree blouse, touched and pinched around my navel, and whispered, “I like what you are wearing, Pratibha bhabhi.” And then, he held my arms in his strong grip. I almost moaned in pain. I was taken aback with his forceful advances. He acted as if he already owned me. “Fucking bastard”, I thought to myself. My eyes were wide in fury, and he could see that.
“You know Pratibha bhabhi? I have fucked your wife so many times, but I think you are way hotter than your wife can ever be.”, he said as he rubbed his thumb forcefully over my lips. I don’t know why but I liked the way he touched me. God! He was so close to me! But I should be angry with him. Shouldn’t I? After all, he was talking about fucking my wife! In that moment of heat, I raised my hand to slap with full force this cunning man who dared to talk about my wife in front of me. But he was strong… god, he was so strong. He stopped me by strongly holding my wrist in his hand. My glass bangles made a lot of noise when he did that. He overpowered me. But god, why was I feeling hot? What was going on in my head!!
“Oh, I like angry bitches. That little fury in my woman makes me turn hot.”, he smiled as he forcefully pushed my hand down. I was too weak to resist his manly force. He got closer to me; his muscular body was now pressing against my body. I was confined between him and the wall behind me. He then used his other hand to forcefully hold my lips, and he touched my lips with his own. I tried to resist his advances but I felt so weak in front of him. I closed my eyes as he had his way with my lips. He sucked it, and I couldn’t do anything. I almost cried. But then, he stepped back a little.
He stared at me still keeping me within his hold. “I don’t understand why are you so angry at me. It was your wife who came to me. You should be angry with her, and not me.”, he said. He was completely unapologetic for what he had been doing behind my back.
I stared back at him, but suddenly there was a little smile on my face. He was right! I should have been angry with my wife. And I had come with a perfect solution to have my sweet revenge upon her. I gestured naughtily at Pankaj with my eyes. He smiled back. He understood what I wanted, and that was something he wanted too. He quickly pulled me close by grabbing my fleshy skin-folds around my waist. Oh God, he was so strong! He brought his face closer to mine and kissed me on my lips. I felt really aroused because I was in my own house dressed in my wife’s saree, looking like a hot bhabhi, and a stranger holding me by my naked fleshy arms. This was like a dream come true for me, the dream that I had since my teen-age to be with a man who would complete me!
Though I was a bit reluctant to kiss him at first but I gave in after a few seconds, and passionately started kissing him back with my lips. First it was just lips and then he started probing mouth with his tongue, I held his tongue between my lips and started sucking it passionately. He was holding me like a woman and bending me in his arms, moving his palms on my almost naked back, thanks to the almost backless blouse. It was getting hotter and hotter when he broke the kiss and pushed me a bit away from him.
In that kissing frenzy, he had let my hair loose and let it fall freely. I was just left their gaping with my mouth wide open. Just then he unzipped his jeans and left it open. He then motioned me to his crotch with his eyes, I knew what had to be done. Like a real woman, I tied my hair in a juda (bun) and tucked the loose end of my saree pallu at my waist, delicately held the pleats in front of my saree and walked towards him. I could see the bulge in his pants getting bigger. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. There was a mischievous smile on my face as I reached closer; I put my head on his chest, and put one hand on the bulge of his jeans. It was big; I could sense it, and it was twitching when I held it in my hands. Pankaj moaned a little and put his hands on my shoulder and gently started pushing me down to his crotch. I couldn’t believe it, he was a stranger in my house and was dominating me and I was acting like his dutiful bitch…
It was strange … really strange for me … here I was being a delicate bitch in my own home. I always thought that I was manly enough, well … manly enough for my wife. I was no different from thousands of man who go to work, come back home, pay their bills and make love to their wives occasionally. I always thought … I was manly enough. I know it is hard to make this argument when I am on my knees, wearing a saree, and ready to serve the man in front of me!
Pankaj was really strong and macho. Certainly, my slut wife had picked someone who was manlier than me. But good for me, I certainly needed a strong man to make me his woman. And Pankaj being the dominating kind was perfect for me. His domination made me turn hot for his body. Looking down at me, he touched my face and fondled with my blouse. I blushed. I was now craving to open what was waiting for me inside his pants.
Just as I was thinking and making sense of the situation, he asked me, “What happened Pratibha bhabhi? Are you feeling shy?” Oh, how I got aroused just hearing him say those magical words “Pratibha bhabhi“! I immediately took the band of his underwear and pulled it down, and a huge 8 inch cock sprang up in front of me. It was black, was the size of my wrist and had a small bush of hair around it. I was amazed at just looking at it; it was about the size of my wrist. I held it in my hand and it twitched. I start giving it small strokes and rubbing the entire length of his shaft. He started moaning, I increased my pace and his moans became louder.
Then he placed his hand on my head and guided my face to his cock. My mouth was watering but was also a bit scared as to how do I accommodate such a huge monster in my mouth. I smacked my lips to build up the saliva and took the head in. I could not believe the fact that my fantasy was coming true with such a man! I started using my tongue to lick his cock in my mouth, slowly I started taking it all in and it hit the back of my mouth. Being a first timer, I was super proud that I could deep throat him. Just then he held my head and started thrusting his cock into my mouth. He was slower at first but later increased his speed. I started choking so I squeezed his butt cheeks, but he gave me a wicked grin and gave me a couple of hard strokes before stopping. I gasped for air the moment his monster was out of mouth, I had a trail of saliva on my blouse and saree. Some of the saliva was also resting on the mangalsutra that I was wearing, so I took the locket with the his precum on it and put it in my mouth while looking at him seductively.
I could see the hunger and lust in his eyes for my body increasing every second. I then got up from my kneeling position holding his hand, as getting up in a saree was as it is difficult. But after the onslaught of his cock in my mouth, I was feeling tired. I stood up, adjusted my pleats and pallu, and asked him if he liked what he just experienced. He said he loved it. My panties were already dripping with my precum by now. I slipped my hand inside his shirt to feel my man; he was a strong man, and had a hairy chest and underarms. Then he held my hand and took me to my bedroom.
The bedroom had a full length mirror where upon entering I could see how hot I actually looked. My hair was loose and the saree was still tightly wrapped around my body. Pankaj had already jumped in to the bed with his cock fully erect. Just as I was relishing my looks in the mirror, he called out to me “Come to me, my dear bhabhi. I have to do something.” I stood at the edge of the bed and asked him “What do you want to do now dear? Wasn’t that enough?”And he casually mentioned, “Not even close, darling. I am going to make you a complete woman tonight.” I blushed the moment I heard these lines, and was trembling with excitement. He stood in front of me; I was feeling even sluttier and womanly in front of this huge man with a huge cock. He signaled me to bend on the computer table; I did like as I was told, and he went behind me and pulled up my saree, then my satin petticoat and slid my panties and used his spit to lubricate my ass. I got super turned on and started moaning, he said “Bhabhi, at least wait for me to get inside you.” I smiled and told him “Don’t make me wait, my dear devarji (brother-in-law). Get inside me. Fuck me now!”. I almost screamed at him in excitement.Then he positioned himself behind me and in one thrust, he was inside. I gasped as I felt my life being sucked away due to the pain. My mouth got wide open. I guess being a woman wasn’t that easy! Then after waiting for a couple of seconds he started a slow rhythm and went on increasing his pace and force. After about 5 minutes, I started enjoying it completely. I was having a time of my life by thrusting my body against his, waiving my booty and matching his thrust to get more and more of his cock inside me.Then after going on for what seemed like an eternity, he took his cock out of me; I looked at him with mock anger and asked him to put it back inside me. He said, “bhabhi, there are a few more positions to try.” I said, “Ohh… so what does my naughty devar (brother-in-law) wants to do to his bhabhinow?” He didn’t say a word and got on the bed and asked me to get on top of him. I seductively climbed on the bed with my saree delicately held in my hand, and stood above his throbbing cock. He said, “Bhabhi, Come and sit on it. It’s waiting for your ass.” In that feeling of hotness, I replied to him, “Oh no devarji, I am not just going to sit…. I am going to ride your cock!”. I then lifted up my saree and petticoat, and he pushed aside my panties to insert his cock deep inside me. Oh… what a feeling it was as he began to squeeze over my saree blouse, while I rode over him! I looked at myself in the full sized mirror and couldn’t believe what I was watching; I looked like a typical middle aged bhabhi desperate for a young cock. My hair all loose added to how hot and seductive I looked! And then, he pulled me closer to his face and began to kiss around my neck, and then, he bit my fleshy chest coming out of my sexy blouse’s neckline. I really got horny with his biting. I kept going, bouncing up and down on his cock when suddenly the bedroom door opened and there she was, my wife!I couldn’t believe my self and wanted to stop but I was too far into it, and kept bouncing up and down on his cock while looking straight at my wife. My wife called out, “Pankaj, I hope u like this bitch!”. Pankaj suddenly threw me off him and I landed besides him on the bed, a wave of embarrassment and despair swept over me. My wife came over to the bed took his cock in her hand and said, “Tell me, Pankaj. Is she better than me?” and gave a wink to Pankaj. I couldn’t believe that it was a setup, I was panic stricken and didn’t know what to do. Until now, I was thinking that I was having my sweet revenge, but it was she who had planned all this. What was I thinking? I felt a sense of betrayal but looking at myself, I thought my wife would be feeling the same. Here I was in her saree, makeup, jewelry and pretending to be a hot middle aged woman, and she was calmly standing looking at us.
Then she started laughing and so did Pankaj. I felt humiliated. My own wife was stroking another man in front of me. Somehow, the way they were humiliating me was turning me on! I got up from the bed and tried to walk away. But since my saree had gotten undone, I was trying hard to even manage it. I tried to cover my chest with my saree to hide the love bites around my neck from my wife. I really struggled to manage my saree, to which my wife smirked and said, “Look at this horny bitch, even after all the humiliation, she still wants to look prim and proper in her saree… Oops .. in her wife’s saree.” Saying this, they again laughed and then my wife went to Pankaj and held his cock between her hands; the same cock that I was riding a few moments ago. And without missing a beat, she put it in her mouth, and started sucking like a pro. Now this was not expected but I could feel a bulge growing beneath my petticoat. Why was this turning me on? And then, I noticed that she was wearing a blue satin mini dress which made her thick arms and thighs jiggle with every move. She also had her heels on, which meant that she was prepared for this situation. While sucking she casually raised her hand and invited me towards her, I didn’t miss a beat and the next thing was me and my wife sucking her boyfriends thick cock. She let me do most of the sucking, telling me that I deserved it more than her as she had already been doing it for months now.
I hungrily lapped his cock, and my wife started pushing my face on to the cock. This was straight out of a fantasy for me and Pankaj was enjoying all the attention. He then pointed my wife towards the bulge below my petticoat which was now showing up through my saree folds. “Look at this whore … she is excited too.” My wife laughed. To which, Pankaj said to her, “Why don’t you stroke her? She deserves a little fun too.” But my wife refused immediately, “I am not going to stroke that tiny thingy.” Why did she have to insult me? I wondered. But Pankaj was not ready for any disobedience. He slapped my wife and said, “You both are my bitches. And you will do what I ask you to do. Do you understand?” And he forced her to stroke me, while he pulled me closer to kiss my lips passionately. I gave a meek “ouch” sound as his pull was really strong. I loved it when he chose me over my wife! It was as if we both “ladies” were competing for the same man, and I had won! The sweet revenge was back!
After sometime, Pankaj then asked my wife to suck her cock. My wife got too excited and started sucking with new vigour; while I stood by adjusting my clothes and watched her treated like a total bitch. Then they both looked at me and my wife asked me to get on my knees on the bed, she positioned herself near my face and asked me to lick like the bitch that I was. I hungrily started licking her wet pussy and drinking her love juices, it tasted heavenly and suddenly Pankaj stood on the bed behind me, knelt a little and pushed his rod back inside me. I gasped and moaned; I was in heaven. This is the first time I saw myself in the mirror being fucked by a man while sucking my own wife.
This was just heavenly, my wife was abusing me, “Lick it, you whore. You wanted to be a woman, right? Today, you will become a whore. From now on, all my boyfriends are going to fuck you!” I was astonished to her such words coming out of my prim and proper wife but I wasn’t complaining. In fact, I was loving it. Pankaj increased his pace, and in turn, I tongue fucked my wife. I was sandwiched between my wife and my man and moaning like a bitch in heat. This is what fairy tales were made off, my blouse was sticky with sweat and the heat was increasing with the minute. Then he said those magical words, “Bitches, I am going to cum now.” His strokes had become real fast. I had been waiting for this moment since we started fucking and here it was the ultimate crescendo to this day. I said, “Cum inside me, Pankaj. Make me your bitch. Get it all inside your bhabhi’s ass. ” I was pleading like a desperate bitch whose life was dependent o it.
My wife said ” Do it, Pankaj. Turn this man into what he wants to be – a cum loving middle aged woman, who loves young cock! Fuck her Pankaj. Cum inside her. Make her your wife, your slut, own this sluts body!” I became super horny listening to her. And Pankaj, he started stroking furiously and moaning that he was gonna cum. He grabbed my skin-folds on my waist really hard one last time, and he exploded inside me. In that moment, everything turned quiet. I felt immense pleasure knowing that I have been made a complete woman tonight.
My wife then looked at my satisfied face, and said, “Look at her, Pankaj. She’s so happy to be fucked by you. She really wants to live like a woman. From now on, she’ll be treated like one”. And then, she kissed me hard on my lips and asked me to wash my saree, and rest for a while. She said that we have reached a new understanding tonight. And from today, we will be like lesbian partners when alone. Also, she would introduce me to more men so that we could enjoy ourselves in more ways. I gave her kiss back and told her that I would love to be her slave and meet her other partners too. That night, I discovered something about me … something, though I had known but I had been denying all my life. I always wanted to be dominated as a woman, both by man and woman! I smiled at my luck as I just laid on the bathroom floor exhausted while she closed the door behind her. And when I woke up….. Its a different story!!
