I immediately came home after that encounter with the salesman. I had decided not to do anything stupid. But my destiny had other plans. It was as if destiny was trying to make me a slut if I was not a one already.
I took a shower. While taking shower remembered the salesman and the hard thumping he gave me. I could have stopped him immediately but I didn’t. Maybe I was a slut.
Arun came late at night. I had already done my dinner. I was tired so I had slept.
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A Week later –
“Ahhhh…Aaahh…yeaahhhhhh….ummmm…” I screamed as the orgasm hit me. Baban was banging me hard as I was sitting on the kitchen platform.
“Yeahhh…Yeahhh…take it…yeaahhh.” He grunted as he realised that I had orgasmed and that provoked him to stroke harder. He had been waiting for this for the last week.
“Ohhhaaa…yeaaahhhhh.” I screamed as my pussy spasmed and clenched hard from the orgasm.
“Aaaahhh…yeahhhh…yessss…” He moaned as my pussy tightened around his cock.
The sound of my screams, his grunts, the slapping sounds of his balls against my pussy filled the room.
Suddenly he increased his speed and grunted loudly and deposited his cum inside my pussy.
You must me wondering how it all came down to this….so let’s go back in time …
3 hours Back-
I was at the airport to drop Arun. I was feeling a bit sad but at the same time happy. As I will be a free bird for six months. Arun boarded the flight and returned home.
I hadn’t told Baban about Arun going abroad yet. But I didn’t know that Baban already knew.
Now I was alone at my flat. I had no worry of coming anyone. I was planning to call Baban. But the bell of door rang. I opened the door and it was Baban. I was not surprised as he must have seen me and my husband leaving. And anyways I myself was going to call Baban.
He came inside and sat on the sofa relaxed.
Baban : Come here….
Sit on my lap madamji….
There was nothing to worry. I was pretty relaxed. I was wearing a saree with a sleeveless blouse.
I went and sat on Baban’s lap.
Baban leaned forward and kissed me on my lips. His dark lips were eating my mouth. And in no time his tongue was exploring mouth.
“Ummmmmm…..ummmmm….ummmmm”
I was not far behind. I also started to explore his mouth. It was smelling of pan and gutkha. But I was used to it now. I was caressing my hands through his hairs and kissing . We kissed like that for 10 minutes. Baban was a pretty good kisser.
“Ummmmm….ummmm…..”
After 10 minutes we stopped kissing.
Baban – Madamji, why didn’t u tell me about sahab leaving abroad?
Amruta – I was thinking of telling you today.
I said feeling a little embarrassed as I was caught in a lie.
Baban slowly removed my pallu and started squeezing my boobs. My mangalsutra was coming in between. So I was removing it but Baban stopped me.
Baban – Madamji keep it on…..U look sexy with your mangalsutra.
After squeezing my boobs for 5 minutes.
Baban asked me to bring tea for him.
I was going to the kitchen but Baban kept hold of my pallu and just like that my saree was on the floor.
I was in my sleeveless blouse and petticoat.
Baban : Now make tea for me like this.
This made my pussy wet. I was now making tea for Baban in the kitchen. And Baban came behind me and put his hands inside my petticoat.
“Ahhhh…..ahhhhh…..” I moaned as his hans reached my pussy .
Amruta : What are u doing? Don’t u want your tea? You can do whatever you want afterwards.
I said blushing.
But he didn’t stop. He was only in his underwear and he was dry humping me from behind. And at the same time he was fingering me..
“Ummmmm…..ahhhhh……”
I was feeling heavenly. His one hand was inside my pussy and other hand was inside my blouse. His dick was poking my ass from his underwear.
By this time the tea was ready.
Amruta – Baban tea is ready.
Baban came back to his senses and removed his hands from pussy.
Then I poured the tea in the cup and gave it to Baban.
Now Baban was having tea in the kitchen.
I was standing infront of him in my blouse and petticoat.
Then suddenly Baban pulled down his underwear with one hand…..and pointed to his hard black dick.
I understood his signal. I bend down.
I gently cupped the balls with my right hand and wrapped my left hand around the shaft. I ran my hands over the cock, gauging its firmness and weighing the balls. I bent down and kissed the cock before licking it. I licked the precum off it and tasted it. I then took the cock head inside my mouth and moved my tongue around it. I could feel the firmness of his cock inside my mouth.
Baban had closed his eyes and was moaning lightly. The look on his face was enough to turn me on further and suck his cock hungrily.
I lashed out my tongue on the slit a few times before licking the entire shaft and sucking on the cock head again. I bent a little lower and gobbled up his balls. The feeling of his heavy balls in my mouth was amazing. I sucked his balls one by one before focusing back on the cock. I bobbed my head slowly as I tried to take more of him inside my mouth. The pungent scent of his cock was arousing me further.
Baban : Madamji even whores don’t suck cock this good.
Baban said moaning.
After a couple of minutes of sucking his cock, I took it out of my mouth and looked at Baban.
“Fuck my mouth.” I said
Baban smiled…..and he stood in front of me with his cock right in front of me. He grabbed my head with both his hands before pushing his cock towards my mouth. I opened my mouth wide to accept his giant cock and soon it was inside.
He shoved his entire cock inside my mouth in the very first stroke. I gagged and withdrew immediately but I wasn’t done. I again took him inside me and this time, I relaxed my throat and let his cock slide down my throat.
“Ahhhgggggg….gggghhhhhhh……”
He was fucking my mouth deep…….
After fucking my mouth for 10 minutes he stopped.
Then he removed my blouse ,bra in a flash started sucking my right boobs and squeezed the left boob with one hand.
“Ahhhhh…..ummmmmmmmm…”
My nipples were tight with all this foreplay.
He was sucking and licking my boobs like crazy. It was giving me immense pleasure.
Baban : Madmaji your tits are too good…….
And he kept sucking.
All this foreplay had made my pussy wet.
Now I wanted Baban’s dick inside my pussy quickly.
Amruta – Baban fuck me now……I cannot control this anymore….. please….
I pleaded to Baban…
Baban – Madamji what’s the hurry? I will fuck u real hard..don’t worry..
And he kept eating my boobs.
And then he stopping and looked at me naughtily.
I thought now Baban will fuck me.
But he bent down…and lowered my petticoat and panty in one go.
And suddenly put his mouth on my pussy.
“Ahhhhhhh…….uffff”.
Baban began to shower my pussy with kisses.
His tongue began to trace its way along the slit. He was alternating between flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. Baban was literally eating my pussy.
Baban – Madamji ur pussy is sooo tasty.
Suddenly I felt an intense orgasm building.
“Ahhhhh……yessssss………I am cumming”
I trembled. Then I came hard. Baban’s face was covered with my fluids.
It was the best orgasm of my life and that too without actual fucking.
And then Baban lifted me like baby ,put me on the kitchen platform and inserted his dick smoothly inside my pussy.
“Ahhhhhh….ummmmm…..yeaahhhhhh”
And started thumping me hard.
And the rest u all already know.
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It was one week since Arun left abroad. And Baban had fucked me in every possible way ,in every position ,in every corner of the room.
I haven’t had this much sex even when I was on my honeymoon.
I even gave the extra key of my flat to Baban so that he can sneak in my flat at night without any problem.
Now Baban had become my sex buddy.
One day as usual he came to the flat. It was afternoon. He looked a bit sad .
Now a days he was having lunch at my home mostly.
So after lunch I went to him and kissed him. But he looked uninterested.
Baban : Madamji sorry but today I am not in good mood.
This was a new thing .
A sexy high class housewife was infront of him and he was not interested.
I knew something was not right.
Amruta : Baban what happened? Tell me
If there is money problem I can help.
Baban – No Madamji…no money problem….it’s a family problem.
Amruta – Tell me then …..I know you are sad
Baban – Madamji I had told you about my marriage….but now there is a problem…..my yonger sisters marriage has been fixed…..and my parents want me to come for the marriage with my wife….
Amruta – Oh…I can understand….but you can go alone and tell them that ur wife was busy.
Baban – Madamji ……people will again laugh at me….I think I should not have lied in the first place. Otherwise there would have been no problem .
And my parents have told the groom’s family that I will be coming. So if I don’t go then they might feel insulted…it can even affect my sister’s life…
Baban was having a emotional breakdown. But he controlled his emotions . I didn’t force him to have sex with me.
Baban said sorry and went away.
I felt bad for Baban. And I also had sympathy for Baban. As he had not met with his family for six years.
After Baban went without fucking me . I was just alone relaxing on the bed. I was thinking about Baban’s situation and a kinky idea came to me .
(Amruta talking to herself)
Maybe I can accompany Baban as his wife?
Just this thought made me wet.
But how can I live in village? I have never lived in a village? And I don’t even look like a poor housewife. I wear all these fancy dresses and designer sarees.
I have lived my whole life in comfortable houses. In villages people still don’t have toilets. How can I manage if I decide to go as Baban’s wife?
(Self talk ends)
I was feeling really turned on by just thinking about the scenario.
And the opportunity to fulfill the fantasy had come at the perfect time. As my husband Arun was out of country and I was without job. So there was nothing to worry about.
The thought of living as someone else’s wife that too in a village was making me more and more horny .
So I decided to tell Baban about my plan when he comes back at night.
But Baban didn’t come at night.
Next morning I called Baban but his phone was switched off.
So I decided to go down and check on him.
So I went to down but it was Abdul.
Abdul was a friend of Baban and he used to work in place Baban whenever Baban was busy. Abdul was dark skinned man
in his early 40’s.
I went to Abdul and asked him about Baban.
Abdul – I don’t know memsaab , he didn’t tell me anything .
Baban mostly used to sleep in the society store room . But he had his home somewhere which I didn’t knew.
Amruta – You know where he lives?
Abdul was a little surprised. Maybe he was thinking why I need to visit a poor watchman’s house.
But he gave me the address.
Baban’s house was in the slums. Baban had never told me about it .
So decided to go there. I booked a cab and told the driver the address. He was a bit surprised hearing the address.
The cab driver once again confirmed the address.
After half an hour I reached the location. I could only see small and dirty lanes .
People around me were looking at me as if I was an alien. People were openly checking me out.
I was just wearing a pink saree with sleeveless and backless blouse. I could see people looking hungrily at my ass. But I wasn’t bothey by it. In fact I was enjoying it.
I couldn’t find the exact address. All the houses were small and similar. Calling those huts as houses was an exaggeration. There was foul smell everywhere.
I asked a guy about the address . He was in his early 20’s . First he checked me out. Then he asked me to walk ahead and he was guiding me from behind. I
knew he was checking out my ass.
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Then he took me through small lanes and asked me to stop infront of a small shack.
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It was small shack beside an open drainage . I felt like vomiting but I controlled myself.
I knocked on the door. And Baban opened the door.
He was genuinely surprised to see me at his house .
Baban – Madamji ,how come you are here?
He said standing at the door.
Amruta – First let me come inside .
Baban – Sorry Madamji
And he asked me to come inside .
I went inside Baban’s house. It wasn’t a house per say. It was just a small room with no amenities whatsoever.
It just had a small bed and a table fan. And there was toilet nearby .
Baban offered me some water. He looked tired and depressed.
Baban – Madamji, Why you came here?
Amruta – What option I had ? You were not picking your phone.
Baban – Madamji I was not in a mood to talk to anybody.
Amruta – I have a solution for all your problems.
I said smiling.
Baban – How is that possible madam?
Amruta – I will accompany you as your wife.
Baban – Memsaab but how is that possible?
Amruta – Whats the problem?
Baban – How can you live in village and that too for 8 days?
You have grown up with all comforts. You will not be able to live there.
Amruta – You don’t worry about me. I will manage.
I said confidently.
Baban – Madamji saying it here is easy but it will be difficult in real life.
Amruta – I will be fine. Don’t worry about me.
I said assertively.
Baban – But Madamji u don’t even look like a poor married woman. You look so beautiful that no one will believe that you are my wife. Look at me and look at yourself. You wear these expensive clothes and jewellery.
Amruta – I have a solution for that. We will buy some cheap sarees and imitation jewellery.
Baban now looked a little hopeful.
Baban – Madamji but are u really serious ?
I took a deep breath and said yes.
Amruta – Do you know where should I get cheap sarees and other stuff?
Baban – yes madam . There is a nearby Bazaar. Most of the people from my area go there.
But you will also have to change the way you speak.
I have told my parents that my wife is also a servant and she washes clothes, utensils.
You will also have to speak differently.
Amruta – I was a pretty good actor in my college days. I will manage.
I said confidently.
I was feeling really awkward in that small place.
So me and Baban decide to go shopping for the stuff which I needed.
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At the market
There were small shops in narrow lanes.
I could see people looking at me hungrily. But Baban was with me so nobody tried doing anything.
We went to a saree shop first. So I asked him to show the cheapest sarees. The fabric was really thin. Meanwhile the shopkeeper was looking at me puzzled. Maybe he was wondering why I was buying cheap sarees. I selected 5 sarees quickly and paid the money.
I then bought green glass bangles similar to what my kaamwali had.
I also bought some cheap imitation jewellery.
Now I had to stitch blouses. I couldn’t go to my fancy taylor with these sarees.
So Baban knew a taylor shop nearby. So we went there. It was a really small place.
The tailor was a old man in his 60’s . He was wearing a skull cap and had a characteristic long beard. He also had a tape around his neck.
Baban got a call . It was something important. So Baban said he will be back in 30 minutes. He asked me to wait there and went away.
So it was me and the tailor guy in that shop. It seemed he worked alone there.
I gave him the sarees and he then cut the blouse pieces from it. He was glancing at my body in between. He looked a bit surprised seeing a woman like me in his small shop.
Now it was time for measurements. The place which I used to stitch my blouse had women to take measurements.
But here this old man was doing all the work. There was a cabin like arrangement with curtains to do the measurements.
So the tailor guy asked me to come inside to take measurements. The cabin was like a telephone booth with walls on three sides and curtain as a cover. After I went inside he slid the curtain.
Tailor – Madam remove the pallu so that I can take measurements.
So I removed my pallu.
His eyes lit up seeing my huge boobs and cleavage. I could sense the bulge in his pants.
Then he started taking measurements. He was intentionally fondling my boobs over my blouse . As I didn’t object he was getting bolder. After fondling my boobs in guise of taking measurements he noted down.
I was enjoying all of this.
Amruta – Uncle stitch the blouse properly. It should fit properly. (Chacha ji acche se sila dena blouse. Fitting barabar honi chahiye)
He thought for a minute.
Tailor – For proper fitting I would have take measurements without the blouse and bra.
I knew he wanted to see my boobs naked. And that’s why he was saying this but I didn’t mind.
Amruta – Is it necessary?
Tailor – If you want proper fitting then it is necessary.
Amruta – It’s ok……then you only remove my blouse.
I said naughtily.
He immediately removed my blouse. Now I was in a bra. He asked me to turn around and started caressing my back. His erect dick was poking my ass. And from behind he unhooked my bra and it fell down. All this made my pussy wet.
I was controlling my moans. But his caressing made me moan softly.
“Ahhhhh…..ummmmmm…”
Now he turned me around and saw my naked boobs for the first time. He started fondling them. I was biting my lips to control my moaning.
He understood that I will not stop him from doing anything . So suddenly he started to suck my boobs . His rough beard was caressing my boobs
“Ahhhhhhhh…… ummmmmm……”
He kept sucking my boobs.
His rough beard was rubbing on my boobs.
Then he stopped and looked me in the eyes. My eyes were filled with lust.
And he put his dark lips on mine.
“Ummmmmmm…ummmmmahhh”
I was kissing a 60 year old ***** man in slums. It was some sight.
He kept kissing and exploring my mouth with his tongue.
But suddenly my phone rang. It was Baban calling. I came back to my senses. So I broke the kiss. I picked up the call. Baban asked me to come to a nearby location in 5 minutes.
Amruta – I have to go urgently now.
I told the tailor guy.
I promised him that we will meet again. So he reluctantly agreed.
But he had a disappointing look on his face.
But he asked for my bra as a trophy. I gave him my bra. I wore my blouse without the bra .
Before parting ways he gave me a long and deep kiss.
He promised me to to stitch the blouses in 2 days and he asked me to come to collect the blouses. I replied affirmatively.
And I left the tailor shop.
I met Baban at the location and didn’t tell him anything about the tailor incident. After discussing with him we decided to stay at Baban’s place in the slums. As it would give me a first hand experience of living in poverty.
Baban was on cloud nine. Just the thought of living with Baban in his small hut as his wife turned me on. With my husband abroad and no job it meant that I was a free bird.
We reached at his ‘house’ in the slums. Now I was getting a bit used to the foul smell around. We relaxed a bit .
I was still in my fancy saree and blouse.
So Baban asked me try on the stuff we bought for me to look poor.
Baban – Madamji try on this saree and jewellery.
Amruta – First u should stop calling me Madamji. If your parents hear you calling me Madamji we will get exposed.
I said laughing.
Baban also laughed.
Amruta – You should start practicing now.
By the way when is the wedding?
Baban – Madam wedding is after 15 days. But my parents had asked me to come 8 days before the wedding.
Amruta – That means we still have 8 days to prepare. Have u told them anything about me? I mean your wife.
Baban – No madam. I haven’t told them much. They themselves didn’t talk to me for years. But my little sister must have convinced them.
Amruta – You again called me Madam.
We both laughed.
Baban – And you should not call me by my name in the village. It is not considered polite to call your husband by his name.
Amruta – Yes I know …….
And I giggled.
It was 8 o clock in the night. And we both were feeling hungry. So Baban decided that he will go and bring some food parcel.
And he went away.
Now I was alone in that hut of Baban.
I decided to change into low quality clothes and imitation jewellery which I had bought. And see the reaction of Baban.
The saree was very thin . I changed into the saree and wore the jewellery. I didn’t have the new blouse though. I tied my hairs like my maid used to do. I also took the pallu over my head like village women do.
I looked myself in the mirror and I was pleasantly surprised. I was looking a different woman. It made me realise how external appearances can be so deceptive.
Now I was eagerly waiting for Baban as I wanted to see his reaction.
I heard some noise at the door.
“Baban …..Baban……”
Someone was calling out Baban.
I didn’t know what to do.
But I decided to reply.
Amruta – Ji kaun hai?(Who is it?)
I said opening the door.
I had covered my face with pallu.
There was a 30+ man . He was surprised looking at me.
“Ji main Baban Ka dost Kaliya ,yahi Pas me rahta hu. ” ( I am Babans friend and live nearby).
“Maine apko pahle Dekha nahi pahle” He said with amusement.
“Ji me Baban ki lugai hu aaj hi ayi hu”, I said .
( I am Baban’s wife……I came today from village)
“Are Namaste bhabhiji ,Baban to chupa rustom nikla ,usne Kabhi bataya nahi. ” He said with a smile.
I was thinking what to say but to my relief Baban arrived.
Kaliya – Are Baban Tumne bataya nahi Kabhi babhiji ke bare me?
Baban was confused for a bit. But he understood after looking at me.
He talked with Kallu and got rid of him quickly.
Then he came inside. He was staring at me smiling.
Baban – Wow Madamji ap sach me ekdum alag lag rahi hai. ( Madam you are looking so different )
Amruta – kaun Madam, me to Baban ki lugai hu…..I said winking.(Who is Madam here, I am Babans wife).
As I said I am his lugai, I could see the happiness on his face, so he came close to me and pulled my hands n took me in his embrace saying ” kya baat hai, aj meri lugai kuch jyada hi maal lag rahi is kapdo me”
I could see the bulge in Babans pant…He was really horny…
I blushed on his comment but before I could answer he put his lips over mine
“Ummmmmm….ummmmm……ahhhhhbb”
I pushed him away pointing towards the door, he hurriedly went to door n locked it. Meanwhile to tease him a bit I turned away from him.
But he was quick enough and pressed me on the wall again locking his lips with mine.
And in no time our tongues were exploring each others mouth.
“Unmmmmm…..ummmmmmahhhhh…….ummmmm”
Though we have fucked before but this time I was feeling different as now I was playing role of his wife and standing here in cheap clothes just like his real wife would have done, that kink was making my nipples hard.
After kissing for 10 minutes Baban swiftly removed my saree .
My mangalsutra was resting between the cleavage.
That sight must have made Baban very horny.
He came up like a hungry Rocky and started to kiss my boobs over my blouse.
Then he unhooked my blouse….started kissing my boobs over my bra.
I was moaning loudly…..
“Ummmm….. Babannn….ahhhhhhhhh”
” Jitne bar bhi inko chusu mera man nahi bharta…..”
( I will never get tired of kissing your boobs)
And then he removed my bra….and took my right boob in his mouth ……
“Ahhhhhh…….ummmmmmm”
I could feel his beard rubbing against my boobs…
He kept eating my boobs. My boobs were wet with his saliva.
Then I looked in Babans eyes and said
Amruta – Baban I am no longer your madam . I am your wife. Treat me like your wife. Fuck me like you would have fucked with your wife. Don’t be gentle.
He listened intently and understood.
My words had the desired effect. Baban started to play with my boobs roughly.
“Ahhhhhhhh……ummmmmmmm…….yesss…..chuso”
Then suddenly he pulled down his pant and pushed me down….
And shoved his dick inside my mouth………
“Sgggggggggjhhh….ghhhhhhhh….aghhbbbhnn’
I was gagging.
He started fucking my mouth. His black dick was hitting my throat.
He held my head using hairs…..kept fucking my mouth.
I kept sucking his cock.
Ahhhhhhh……….Yes!” he groaned. “C’mon … do it! Suck my cock, bitch! Suck it! Choos, rundi!
Jorse choos! Choos mere lavde ko … hanh … uhhh hanh … uhhh hanh uhhh aise… chus, rundi … jorse … harder, slut … suck harder!”
After fucking my mouth for 10 minutes he stopped ……. then lifted me and threw me on the bed…..
Babans eyes were red…..I was seeing this violent side of Baban for the first time.
Baban came on top of me and in a swift stroke inserted his dick in my pussy….
“Ahhhhhhhh…….ummmmmmmmmm”
Then he started pounding my pussy real hardd…..I could feel his dick in at entrance of my womb..
My hips bucked and bounced under his body. Baban began moving faster and faster, his hips moving up and down, his cock pistoning rapidly in and out of my cunt, slamming and ramming into my pussy.
I gasped, my body jerking and rocking under his thrusts
My breasts were jiggling, with my mangalsutra dancing on my chest.
“Yes yes yes fuck me yes ohhhh yes fuck me harder OHhhhh uhhh Oh yes yes oh god yes yes OHhhh uhhhh yes!”
I crried, my head flipping ecstatically from side to side.
“Take it … take it whore … take it!” Baban grunted. “Ohhh yeh … take it bitch … take my cock in your cunt Ohhhhh … uhhh yeh … c’mon slut … c’mon … yeh … ohhh yeh … that’s it … mmmm yes …”
“Ahhhhhhhh….yesssss…….Baban
…….yess……chodo muze……. ahhhhh’
“Take it bitch…..Thap…. Thapa…..thapa……….thapaaaaa…….thapaaa”
With every stroke of Baban the Old bed was making a creaking sound….
“Krrrrr….kr……thapaaaa….thapa………..krrrr
…kirrr….”
“Ahhhhhhhh……..unmmmmm…..,…ahhhhh”
With his powerful fucking I had an intense orgasm.
Then Baban started kissing me passionately…….and increased the pace of his strokes…….
“Thapaaa……thap……thapa……..thappp”
He kept fucking my pussy for non stop 15 minutes.
Then he shuddered, came inside my pussy.
I felt the hotness of his cum inside my pussy.
Then he kissed me passionately with his dick still inside my pussy.
I could feel his dick shrinking inside the pussy.
Then he removed the dick then slept beside me.
I slowly recovered from the sexual pleasure and opened my eyes to see that baban was sleeping and then I look around. The feeling of sleeping beside a low class watchman as his wife in his home gave me a tickle.
Though I had slept with few men earlier including lower class men but behaving as someone’s wife staying with him in some slum in complete unlivable condition was giving me sense of adventurous vacation but this was mere the beginning, I had lot to prepare mentally now as for next couple of weeks I have to be his wife not just here but also at his village where lot of people and his relatives will be present.
Though Baban had fucked me multiple times before …..I could feel he is not completely himself…..he used to hold back himself as I was his Madam.
But today I could see that he gave away his inhibitions. He fucked me with authority…… previously with Baban I used to be in command .
But today Baban was in command. He was behaving like a husband.
He was also getting used to not calling me Madam.
I woke up slowly without disturbing him got dressed and did the cleaning of the house as I knew I wont be having the luxury of sleeping naked after sex in my sasural. So I should start behaving in similar manner.
After I compelting the household chores, I came and slept beside my ‘husband’ peacefully getting ready psychologically for coming adventure at my sasural.