My conservative wife’s experiences – Part 1

Hello people. My name is Salman, aged 28, from the city of Bangalore. To briefly introduce myself, I’m an engineer by profession, currently climbing the corporate ladder quite slowly. Currently, I’ve been married for a year, and life has been on a high since then.

I grew up in a middle-class family, like the majority of people. I gradually realised my dream step by step through hard work and study. I may look like a nerd with my glasses and body, but people say I am attractive, well-built and smart.

I got my first job in Bangalore and moved to a small house there. My parents continue to live in our small town, which is a little way from here. They have told me to settle down in Bangalore and then call them there to live with us.

But this is about my wife. As soon as I joined my first job after completing my studies, my Ammi (mother) pounced on me about marriage. We had bad experiences with about three to four girls. It was because they were either too beautiful for my financial status or too rich to match ours.

So, after about 8-9 months, my parents finally zeroed in on a girl. She had completed her degree and was waiting to join as a teacher in a college. The family was quite religious, and so was the girl. Her name was Ambreen (changed). When I first saw her, she looked average.

However, the family was very nice, religious, and well-to-do. Her dad owned a business that was very successful. They had settled in Bangalore only. Since my job and their hometown were the same, Ammi was eager for the alliance. Her parents were in all praise for her.

They said that she rarely leaves the house, always wears full clothes, and is very religious, etc. The typical stuff. I, too, didn’t think of just the looks, so I nodded my head. The first time I met Ambreen, she was fully covered in clothes, including her head.

I looked at her and thought about all the things. Finally, I agreed because of her family wealth rather than her looks.

During the first night, she was barely speaking while I took time to get accustomed. We didn’t rush with the sex thing. So, finally, after two nights, we did it. Yay! I was myself a virgin.  I was ecstatic about doing that and considered it a great accomplishment.

By the way, her figure was 34C, 32, 36 at the time of her marriage. She had a fair complexion with an average face. You may be wondering some things, but I’ll clarify how she got that later.

We had started talking and became friends over the course of the week. She seemed a nice girl. She was talking well to my parents, relatives, and, of course, to me. I felt she wasn’t that much interested in romantic things. But she was very intelligent in academics and stuff.

So, as a custom, we planned our short honeymoon because I wasn’t getting a big leave. The plan was made for Munnar, a hill station in Kerala, very close to Bangalore.

We booked a normal room. We were supposed to leave by bus overnight to a nearby halt. Then take a car from there to our actual hotel. The journey was normal. She had again covered herself well and was lying on my shoulder throughout the journey. So, until we reached the hotel, nothing much happened.

The hotel was situated in a very romantic location, with chilly weather and cosy, wooden-floored rooms. It was a wonderful place. Let me tell you my wife was wearing a black churidar suit and a hijab covering her body properly. But with those sizes, it was hard not to show her curves.

A guy first came to pick up our luggage. The hotel was not too busy, as it was off-season. Hence, they were waiting for customers, it seemed. The guy seemed to be in his twenties, slim, and probably from Kerala itself. One thing I noticed was that he was eyeing my wife’s curves between his looks.

I wondered what was there to see in such covered clothes. But again and again, he was stealing glances at her face and curves. Ambreen was acting normal and innocent. After completing all the check-ins by himself, he asked us to follow him to show us our room.

It was on the ground floor itself. He was trying to speak to my wife, and she was answering all his questions without hesitation. He asked where we were from, whether we were recently married, etc. It was normal, but I felt a bit uncomfortable the way he was looking at my wife.

Anyways, we settled in and all the stuff, had a romantic sleep cuddling each other in the same dress. Then, when it was evening, my wife opened her luggage. Till then, I had no idea what clothes she had brought. She opened it and took out a t-shirt and track pants. I was a bit surprised.

I thought she never wore anything other than churidar and hijab. But she looked beautiful except that her curves were more prominent. I asked her whether it was the first time she’d worn this, and she nodded yes. She also said that since it was her honeymoon, she decided to take this pair of clothes.

I was not particularly suspicious, and we went out for dinner at the hotel’s restaurant itself. When we reached the end of the corridor, the same guy we had met earlier greeted us and smiled. Again, he was speaking freely with my wife. Since she had changed to a T-shirt, his eyes were popping out.

He gave her more staring looks at her bosom. The surprising thing was that my wife made no effort to cover them. Or, at least, give him a stern look because she had caught him staring. She instead normally took my hand and started walking along with him, speaking and answering his stupid questions.

The restaurant was barely half full, with only 7-8 people, and was quite spacious. The guy himself guided us to the table and buffet and left. I told my wife to be there, and I’ll wash my hands and come. She was standing near the buffet and getting her food.

The atmosphere was cosy and a bit dark. I couldn’t see more than a few metres away. With difficulty, I found the washroom and washed my hands. I was about to join my wife when I received a call. I told her I’d be back in some time, as it was an important call.

As soon as I left, there was a network error, and my call ended within 2-3 minutes. I just walked near the entrance of the restaurant and the scene I saw made my blood boil and my cock tense. My wife, Ambreen, and the guy were giggling while taking food from the counter.

He was freely touching her hands, palms and arms. Both looked around for me. Probably, I was not visible in the darkness. Now the waiter put his hand on her jeans and cupped her butt.

I will continue with the next story, which will build on what happened. Hold your breath till the next part, I’ll write soon.