Became a Wife of two Teachers

Hi, Sanyukta here. Yes, that’s my real name now after I am married to my two loving hubbies. There is no forced sex in this story. I willingly gave myself to these two loving gentlemen.

This is a real story which is still happily going on. My name was Kedar. I am from Pune. My experiences began with one exciting night of my college’s annual function, which turned my whole world around.

I went to an all-boys junior college. My college was fun, and the teachers were also very loving. This happened in my early secondary school years. We would have our college’s annual function and prepare for acts to perform.

I participated in a dance coordinated by teacher Vasanth (now one of my loving hubby). He was a dark, handsome South guy. Well built and healthy physic. As ours was a boys’ college, we were in a pickle of who would perform a girl character.

That’s when Vasanth turned to me and said, “Why don’t you play it, Kedar? You are very beautiful and have very nice moments.” At first, I was not ready, but he somehow convinced me.

So our rehearsals were going fine. I was very well in dance by now. So, on the dress rehearsal day, Vasanth came to me and said, “Okay, look, Kedar, now we are going to try all the attires for our act.”  I was ready and in the flow of the character by now.

So a lady came especially for me to dress me up and for my makeup. As she finished my costumes and makeup, I put my foot on stage where Vasanth was. His jaw dropped, as also of all the mature men who were on stage.

I was and still am very fair and bulky. The right amount of flesh at the right places. I was 5ft then but fleshy and have huge nipples and a nice round ass. It now jiggles and sways. (I walk because of all the love from my two hubbies.)

So here I was, wearing a designer red ghungat, which came half on my face, leaving my red cherry lips noticeable with my nose ring. A short necklace hung on my fair white chest inside my deep cleavage. I was wearing a red choli with cups on my breasts.

I had and still have huge breasts. Rather big than the average female. The lady made me wear a bra so my breasts fit in that tight choli. Due to this, it was making nice visible deep cleavage. I had no hairs then on my body except my eyebrows and head.

I was wearing colourful green bangles. The choli covered my lower breasts. My whole stomach was left open till my lower waist. My deep navel was visible, and the perfect amount of waist flesh shone like an invitation.

I was wearing a short ghagra just above my knees, hinting at my milky thighs. I was wearing silver anklets above my feet. I was barefoot and was wearing mehendi on my palms and feet. I was looking like a beautiful princess.

Vasanth was not at all in his senses. It took him a good 30-odd second to come back to life. He first said, “Wow, you are gorgeous, my dear.” I don’t know why, but I blushed and felt very happy. By then, I had no thoughts about any kind of sex.

So, the dress rehearsal went very well. It was a little uncomfortable at first. Whenever I moved, my upper thighs were completely open. As a boy, I did not wish to wear inner longer than my crotch level. But it did not bother me after a while, and I got used to it.

On the actual day of the performance, the same lady dressed me up with all the makeup and everything. Ours was the last performance of the evening. So, when it ended, it was about 6.30 p.m. and starting to get dark.

My parents were happy to see us all perform and applaud me. They had no idea that this event would change my and their lives forever. After all the performances, Vasanth came to my parents.

He told my parents, “We are going to have a small party for our performance.” So, I will be late to reach home, and he will personally drop me off. My parents agreed as he was well known to them.

I was still wearing the same attire and all the makeup. We had a small dinner and chit chats about our performance. Then came our principal, Mr Sharad, who congratulated us all, especially me. He said I was going to win the prize this year. I was happy.

He also told me and Vasanth that we must visit his home after our party. He wanted to give me a little gift of his own. I was more than happy now. So, after all the dinner and chit-chat, Vasanth called my parents. He informed them that we would visit our principal on our way so that it would take longer.

We left the college around 8. As I was going to change, Vasanth stopped me and said, “You should keep it on. It won’t take long at the principal’s house. We will be directly going to your home from there.” So, I remained in the same girlish, rather womanly attire.

At 8.10 p.m., we reached the principal’s house in Vasanth’s car. He was slightly touching my thighs as he shifted gears. My ghagra was above my knees. I did not notice that, as it wasn’t much for me.

The principal was standing on his porch as if he was waiting for us only. He had a very nice and big bungalow. He hugged me tightly and welcomed us as we entered. He was a widower, and his children lived in another state with their maternal relatives. So, he lived all alone.

We went and sat on the sofa. My principal gave me a very nice idol of a Christian deity as a gift for my performance. I was very happy. After a few regular chats, he told Vasanth that he wanted Vasanth to check some documents so we could move to his room.

As I went, he casually asked me to sit on the bed. He and Vasanth sat on the chair and started going through documents. My principal suddenly got up and said,  “You guys wait here. I will just bring some juice for us,” and left. Now, only me and Vasanth were in the room.

Vasanth got up with papers and came and sat next to me. The principal came with a tray of three glasses he offered me one. At first, I thought it was a bit weird tasting. But orange juice covered most of the taste, and oranges are bitter sometimes. So I did not hesitate.

The principal sat on my other side and started praising me for my performance and beauty. I felt a little shy and blushed. He jokingly said I look so pretty that any man will fall in love with me. It made me a little happy in a weird way. By now, I finished my drink and felt okay.

The principal offered me one more glass, and I happily drank it. Vasanth and the principal also had two glasses each. My principal came closer to me and kept his hand on my shoulder. He started praising me again. Vasanth also started praising me and continuously held my hand and softly ran fingers on my palm.

It made me somewhat blushy, and a new, never-felt sensation was running through my body. Now, slowly principal moved close. His hand was now touching my upper breast from my shoulder. His other hand was on my thigh, rubbing his fingers softly.

“Oh, my darling, Vasanth,” he was so caring that he praised me and slowly kissed my palm. Oh, I can not explain the sensation of his rough yet smooth lips and manly moustache touching my palm. It made me take a loud breath.

Now, they knew I was also getting comfortable with their actions. So, my principal made a move. He slid his hand inside my choli from the upper side, circling his fingers on my breasts.

His other hand went further up my ghagra, touching my thigh softly. I was going crazy by his actions now. Vasanth also took hold of my other thigh while softly kissing my palm to my shoulder. I felt so amazed by those moves from both of them that my nipples became visibly erect, even over the bra and choli.

If you liked this, please let me know so I can continue my life experience with you.