Ruhi A Housewife Erotica

Ruhi A Housewife Erotica:- My name is Ruhi, and at that time I was 22 years old. I was married but had no children. I’m the only daughter of my parents. My dad owns two factories and the business does well. My mom is a housewife and she’s beautiful too. There was never any shortage of money in the house, so I had a very carefree and fun childhood. A lot of guys used to hit on me, but I never felt any attraction toward anyone… there was never any love or romance scene in my life. I’ve always been beautiful.

At 22 I had fair skin, big expressive eyes, a young, ripe body, kissable lips, silky hair, long slender fingers, perfectly sized breasts (neither too big nor too small), and a slim, well-shaped waist—everything that could captivate any man. I love doing makeup, growing my nails long and painting them, wearing new dresses and high heels. Matching lingerie with the dress, jewelry, hair accessories, purses—I give a lot of importance to all of that. I’m very particular about my hygiene: body and vaginal hair removal, facials, manicures, pedicures, sweet lady perfumes, nail and foot care—I do all of this regularly.

Since money was never an issue at home, there was no problem doing any of it. From childhood until today, everyone has always treated me with love and never scolded me. You can say I’ve been a fully pampered girl since childhood.

Ruhi A Housewife Erotica

Now let’s get to the real story……

By the time I turned 21 I had finished my graduation. I had never had any affair and had never felt attracted to anyone. I was just living my youthful years with full enjoyment. God had given me beauty, and many boys used to propose to me, but I was happy in my own world.

My dad had a friend who lived in the same city. His son Sunny had returned after completing his MBA from the USA. Sunny was working as a Vice President in a multinational company in Mumbai. He was handsome, tall, and had a gym-toned body. Somehow our match was fixed and within six months we got married. I came to my in-laws’ house as a bride. There too everyone loved me a lot. My mother-in-law, father-in-law, and my sister-in-law (who was already married) all pampered me. A few months after the wedding I also moved to Mumbai to stay with my husband.

The first few months passed in pure enjoyment, but gradually my husband got busy with office work and had to go on regular tours within India and abroad. Mumbai is such a big city and I didn’t know anyone there. Here even neighbors don’t know each other. I started getting bored sitting at home. I discussed it with my husband and told him I get bored just sitting at home.

Sunny smiled a little and said, “Why don’t you join some job?”

I shook my head slightly and said, “I’ve never done a job and I don’t have any experience… who will give me a job?”

Sunny laughed and said, “Darling, I’ll help you get a job. What’s the point of being your husband otherwise? I have some suppliers who will give you an entry-level job. You won’t need any experience… there will be on-the-job training.”

I liked the idea and talked to my parents and in-laws. Everyone said this is the best, Ruhi—your time will pass and you won’t feel lonely either. That evening when my husband came home I gave him the go-ahead.

Sunny said, “Okay sweetheart, I’ll talk to my suppliers tomorrow itself… though I don’t really feel like sending my beautiful wife out to work.”

I became a little serious and said, “I don’t feel like it either… but especially when you go on tours, the loneliness starts eating me up.”

Sunny kissed my cheek and said, “Ruhi, I can understand. I have no problem with you working.”

I rested my head on Sunny’s chest and said, “Thank you, my husband.”

The next day Sunny came back from office and told me he had spoken to a few suppliers. One of them, whose office is in Andheri East, had fixed my interview for the next day. The problem was how I would go, because Sunny leaves for office in the morning. I was new to Mumbai, didn’t know the routes, and was scared to drive in that heavy traffic.

Sunny said, “Wait, let me ask the supplier if he can send a car.”

Sunny dialed the number. “Mathur ji, sorry to disturb you at this time.”

Mathur ji: “No no Sir, please tell me what you need.”

Sunny: “I had spoken to you about my wife Ruhi… and you had called her for an interview tomorrow.”

Mathur: “Yes yes Sir, I remember.”

Sunny looked at me and said, “Mathur ji, can you send a car for her? It’s difficult for Ruhi to drive in this traffic, and she doesn’t have a car right now either.”

Mathur ji thought for a moment and said, “Sir, I can send a car, but you already know that the area where our office is located has bumper-to-bumper traffic. Many of our employees don’t even bring their cars. They come by local train and then take an auto-rickshaw from Andheri station.”

Sunny agreed. “You’re right… when I came for inspection you had sent an auto-rickshaw for me too. But Ruhi doesn’t know the routes here, and how will she tell the auto driver the way?”

Mathur ji: “Don’t worry about that… I used to have a driver named Ramu who drove my pickup. Now he’s left the job and runs his own auto-rickshaw. He was the one who had come to pick you up last time.”

Sunny sounded a bit cheerful. “That will work… please send him. You already have my home address from when you sent the auto last time.”

Mathur ji: “Yes yes Sir, I have it… I’ll send the same auto driver Ramu. He has already seen your house.”

Sunny thanked Mathur ji and ended the call.

Sunny took me in his arms and said, “Now is my little bird happy…… come, let’s have dinner quickly and go to the bedroom…… I’m in the mood today.”

I acted a little coy and said, “Oh, so Sir is in full mood today. Come, first let’s eat. You go change, I’ll set the dinner on the table.”

I set the dinner and by then Sunny had come. We ate, and I started clearing the dishes and put them in the sink without washing. We had a maid who came during the day and did the cleaning, sweeping, mopping, dishes and laundry. When I finished and went to the bedroom, I saw Sunny had already fallen asleep. I went to him, lovingly stroked his head and smiled to myself, “Poor thing works so hard and gets so tired,” and quietly slept on the other side of the bed.

The next morning I woke up and made breakfast. Meanwhile our maid Shanta arrived. She started the dishes and cleaning. Sunny also had breakfast and left for office after wishing me good luck. I took a shower and started getting ready. After some time Shanta finished her work and left. Since only the two of us live in the house, all her work finishes in 1.5–2 hours.

Shanta is around 29–30 years old. She’s a bit playful and keeps trying to talk to me. But I don’t really like talking to people like that and prefer staying in my own world.

I was just putting on my sandals when Sunny’s call came.

Sunny: “Ruhi, are you ready?”

I was tying the sandal straps. “Yes, I’m ready… where is that auto driver?”

Sunny: “That’s why I called… he’s standing on the road below the building. The watchman didn’t let him come inside.” He gave me the auto-rickshaw number and said the driver’s name is Ramu.

I picked up my water bottle, purse and sunglasses and did a last-minute makeup touch-up.

I locked the house and went down to the road looking for the auto driver. Then my eyes fell on the number plate and I matched the number Sunny had given me. When it matched I walked toward that auto. Because of the sun I was wearing sunglasses and the wind was making my open hair fly. The road was a bit rocky so walking in pencil heels was also difficult. But I reached the auto-rickshaw and asked the driver his name.

The auto driver smiled. “Yes, Ramu.”

I ignored his smile and said, “You know where to go, right?”

The auto driver smiled again. “Yes, I know… Mathur sahib’s office,” and he looked me up and down without blinking.

I had no interest in his smile or the way he was looking at me. I quickly sat in the auto and he started. On the way he didn’t talk much—just a few questions like whether I was new here, where I had come from, etc.—but I only answered yes or no. The road had a lot of traffic and pollution and I wasn’t used to any of it. Since childhood I had only traveled in AC luxury cars. I was even having trouble breathing in this pollution. There was noise of every kind, crowds of people, and horns everywhere.

The auto driver looked at me in the mirror and smiled. “Madam, looks like you’re not used to all this.”

I ignored his question and just said “No,” and he gave a long smile again. Without looking at him I continued looking outside. After about 25–30 minutes we reached Mathur ji’s office.

The driver smiled again. “Madam ji, we’ve reached Mathur sahib’s office. Should I wait for you or leave?”

I took money out of my purse and asked, “You ask Mathur ji that. Just tell me how much the fare is.”

The driver smiled. “Mathur sahib has said not to take money from madam. As for waiting or leaving, I’ll ask Mathur sahib on the phone.”

I didn’t reply, put the money back in my purse and walked toward the office. Mathur ji’s office was quite large, air-conditioned and very clean. There were many cabins and employees, all busy with their work. The moment I entered the AC my life returned and I pushed my sunglasses up into my hair.

The girl at reception asked, “May I help you, ma’am?”

I smiled and said, “I’m here to meet Mr. Mathur.”

The receptionist smiled back. “May I know your name, ma’am?”

I placed my purse on the table. “Ruhi.” She informed Mathur ji on the intercom and Mathur ji immediately came out himself to receive me. We greeted each other with namaste and Mathur ji started taking me toward his cabin. As I walked on the tiled floor my high pencil heels made a loud sound. The sound was so sharp that people looked toward me and then kept looking. I was already used to this and kept walking quietly, ignoring everyone.

I had about an hour-long discussion with Mathur ji. At the end he sent me to the HR department and introduced me to my coworker Sonia, who would also give me job training and help me with work. Sonia was almost my age, fair-skinned, slim waist, modern dress, and overall beautiful. Then I asked Mathur ji about the auto-rickshaw for going home. He told me the same auto driver was waiting outside. I sat in the auto and headed home. The driver kept smiling and asking a few questions and I kept ignoring them and answering only yes or no like before. After reaching home I slept for a while. Then I prepared dinner and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I took out one of my sexy nighties—it was completely transparent and only came up to my thighs. I love sexy short mini dresses. Since only Sunny and I would be home till morning, I had no problem wearing this nighty.

When Sunny came he hugged me the moment he entered, made me sit on his lap and sat on the sofa himself.

Sunny held me tightly in his arms. “Tell me, Madam, how was your day and how was the meeting with Mathur ji?”

I rested my head on his shoulder and started telling him everything that happened. In between he kept kissing my cheeks and lips. He was happy that I had gotten the job at Mathur ji’s office. Then he went to the bathroom to freshen up and I started setting dinner. Both of us husband and wife are very careful about diet and finish dinner by 7–7:30 and don’t eat anything after that. Neither of us drinks beer or alcohol and we are both vegetarian. We eat very little rice and anyway I don’t know how to make biryani or anything. But we do eat eggs, usually only at breakfast.

After a little while Sunny also came out and he was only in his underwear. I looked at the bulge in his underwear and smiled at him, and he winked at me. I started plating the food a little shyly.

Sunny came near me in a very romantic way, held me from behind and said, “Ruhi, today we’ll eat from one plate. You sit in my lap and feed me.”

I acted a little coy. “Sitting in the lap is fine, but you know how particular I am about hygiene and I can’t eat anyone’s leftovers.”

Sunny laughed a little. “Hahaha… yes Madam, I know… you don’t even let me put my tongue in your mouth when I’m making love to you. We only manage with lip kissing.”

I showed a little annoyance. “You also don’t play with my body much. You’re always in a hurry to put it inside me… see, even my breasts haven’t grown after marriage. Mamta didi (Sunny’s sister) also teases me saying Sunny doesn’t suck them.”

Sunny laughed and said, “What can I do, you’re so beautiful that I can’t wait. Anyway, you’ve never sucked mine either.”

I became a little disappointed. “Darling, you already know about my hygiene issue. I don’t like any body part or leftover going inside my mouth—whether it’s your tongue, or your penis, or even your finger or a used spoon.”

Sunny tried to make me comfortable. “Ruhi, I know, that’s why I’ve never forced you,” and he made me sit on his lap and we started eating from our own plates.

After some time I cleared everything and went to the bedroom. Sunny pulled me into his arms and started kissing me.

On Saturday Mathur ji called Sunny.

“Sir, how are you?”

Sunny: “Mathur ji, I’m fine… how are you?”

Mathur ji: “I’m also fine Sir… I just called to ask if Ruhi ji can join from Monday.”

I was still in Sunny’s arms. Sunny looked at me and said, “Mathur ji, there’s no problem with Monday joining. But the question is how will Ruhi commute?”

Mathur ji immediately said, “I’ll send you that Ramu driver’s number… talk to him and see. He might agree on a monthly basis.”

Sunny asked him to send the number and cut the call.

I felt a little uneasy and told Sunny, “Sunny, going by auto every day will be very difficult. And on top of that the pollution and traffic noise. Moreover, everyone keeps staring at me in the auto.”

Sunny joked a little, “Well, you’re so beautiful that people will stare anyway. If you don’t want to stay alone at home and want to do the job, then commuting by auto is the best solution. Otherwise it’s your choice.”

I didn’t say anything and started thinking about it. Sunny asked again, “If you want to do the job then I’ll have to talk to that auto guy. So it’s important how you found his behavior and how the condition of his auto is.”

I thought a little and said, “The auto is completely new. The driver is also okay, doesn’t talk much. He asked some general questions but I didn’t give them importance and answered only yes or no.”

Sunny said, “Ruhi, try going for a few days. If it doesn’t work out then leave the job… we don’t need the money anyway.”

I also liked this idea so I told Sunny to talk to the driver. Meanwhile Mathur ji had also sent the driver’s number. Sunny dialed it.

A voice came from the other side: “Hello.”

Sunny: “Ramu ji, the auto driver speaking?”

Other side: “Yes, this is Ramu… who is this?”

Sunny: “The one who took Ruhi to Mathur ji’s office yesterday—I’m her husband Sunny speaking.”

Driver: “Yes yes Sir… I had taken you once too.”

Sunny said yes and told him about my job. He also asked if he could take me to Mathur ji’s office every day and drop me back in the evening. They talked for about 10–12 minutes and he agreed, and the monthly price was also finalized. Sunny made him note my number so that when he reaches below the building he can call madam. Then Sunny also informed Mathur ji that Ruhi will join from Monday and that the same auto guy had agreed on a monthly basis.

These two days Sunny had off. On Saturday we went to watch a movie and on Sunday we went to Juhu Beach. Nothing special happened in those two days and from Monday I had to join the job.

On Monday we both got ready together and had breakfast. Meanwhile Shanta also arrived and I gave her the duplicate key and explained everything. Sunny’s office was far away in Nariman Point so he left. I had to leave half an hour later. I called my mother-in-law and mom and took their blessings because today was the first day of my job life. Meanwhile the auto driver’s text came that he was waiting downstairs, and after telling Shanta I went down. I also told the watchman that this auto driver will come to pick me up every day, so let him come inside the gate. The watchman noted the auto number and driver’s name in the register. I came outside and saw the auto driver standing with his auto.

Seeing him I was a little surprised and also laughed inside. It looked like he had come extra dressed up today. Anyway I sat in the rickshaw and he dropped me at the office. Mathur ji hadn’t arrived yet so I went straight to Sonia. Sonia explained some basic things and gave me a file to work on. Whenever I had any confusion Sonia explained it very lovingly. She was a very sweet and nice girl. Mathur ji also arrived and said if there’s any problem come meet me, and told Sonia to introduce Ruhi ji to all the staff. I met everyone and noticed that everyone was treating me with a lot of affection, or you could say they were trying to impress me.

When we came back to our cabin Sonia laughed and said, “Hahahaha, everyone was staring at you… what can those poor guys do, you’re so beautiful.”

I smiled a little. “I’m not some fairy. But I’m used to all this.”

Sonia smiled again. “Before you came I was the most beautiful here and I used to get all the attention… but now you’ve taken that place… hehehehe.”

I also laughed. “Sonia, are you jealous?”

Sonia put her hand on my shoulder. “No yaar, it doesn’t matter to me. I’m married and I also have a son.”

Then I worked the whole day and came back home in the same auto. The whole week went the same way. If something was slowly changing it was that the auto driver had started talking to me a little more, and I had also started answering some of his questions. It’s natural—when you travel with someone every day you gradually start knowing each other a little.

One day I also asked him, “What’s your full name?”

Auto Driver: “Rameshwar Prasad Kamat… but people just call me Ramu.”

I asked again, “Are you from Mumbai itself?”

Auto Driver: “No no… I have a small village near Solapur… I came to Mumbai for work five years ago.”

I asked again, “Who all are there in the family?”

The auto driver became a little excited that I was talking to him today and immediately said, “My younger sister, mother and elder aunt… my father passed away.”

Hearing that I felt a little sad and also a little pity for him.

I asked again, “When do you go to the village to meet them?”

The driver became a little sad. “I’m the only earning member in the family. If I go to the village then how will we eat if I don’t earn here. Last time I went six months ago.”

I didn’t think it was right to ask further and became quiet. Sunny and I had our usual weekend sex and on Saturday and Sunday we just rested at home because I was very tired after working the whole week.

Life kept going in the same routine. I became good friends with Sonia. We started joking about the male staff in the office. Both of us were beautiful and playful. Together we had given nicknames to some of the male staff like Kaddu, Donkey, Daddu, Motu etc. We worked a lot and also had full fun. During lunch we would go out and wander around, eat pav bhaji, pani puri, bhel etc. from the stalls. Meanwhile during the journeys I would also talk with that driver Ramu. He would tell me about Mumbai, actors, local restaurants and tourist places. Sunny and I would even go there on weekends. We were used to big hotels but Mumbai’s street food also started tasting good to us. Time started passing and I also met some people I could talk to. And at home I had also become a little friendly with Shanta.

Now Sonia and I had also started talking about our husbands. And gradually conversations about sex life also started. She was also happy with her sex life and I also started telling a little about ours.

One Monday Sunny came from office and said, “Ruhi, I have to go to Bangalore this week for office work.”

My mood went bad. “What will I do alone here?”

Sunny: “Work is work,” and he started kissing me.

The next day Sunny left on an early morning flight. I was getting ready as usual when Shanta arrived.

Something struck me and I asked Shanta, “Shanta, my husband has gone on a week-long tour, can you come in the evening? I’ll get bored alone.”

Shanta made a face. “No Madam, in the evening the children are at home, I also have to cook. I can’t come at that time.”

I became quiet and left for office.

In the evening when I reached home the loneliness started eating me. Somehow I passed time by calling Mom, mother-in-law and Sunny and went to sleep early. But the next morning I woke up early and kept walking here and there passing time and then left for office.

While going in the auto a thought came and I asked Ramu, “Is there any place near our house for shopping?”

Ramu immediately said, “There’s that big mall. You can get everything there and it will only take 10–12 minutes from your house. Whenever you say I’ll take you.”

I didn’t reply and meanwhile Sunny’s call came. Our call hadn’t even ended when the office arrived and I got down from the auto and went inside. Till afternoon I remained quite busy because today Sonia had taken leave for some personal reason. As office time was ending the same sadness of going home alone started bothering me like yesterday. Then I decided that I would do some shopping in that mall and pass the time nicely.

After office when I sat in the auto I told the driver, “Can you drop me at that mall? After shopping I’ll take some other auto home.”

The driver immediately said, “Yes, I’ll take you there and then drop you home after shopping as well.”

I told him, “No, don’t wait… I’ll take another auto for the return.”

Auto driver: “I also have to go home after this. It’s not like any wife or kids are waiting for me at home. And you don’t know the routes here either.”

I also thought what’s the harm if he waits, but I didn’t say anything. After a little while the mall arrived. I got down and without saying anything went inside the mall. There were shops of every brand. After coming to Mumbai we hadn’t done any shopping because we had bought a lot during the wedding so we never felt the need. In the excitement of shopping I kept shopping for 2–3 hours and at the end there were so many bags that I couldn’t even handle them. When I was coming down the escalator, while putting my foot on the floor from the last step one bag fell and got stuck in my legs and I fell. Some people quickly came to help me up and stretched out their hands. I ignored all of them and tried to get up myself. But maybe I had twisted my foot and I couldn’t stand. Their hands were still stretched out to help and then I thought of taking help and looked up at those people. Among them I also saw Ramu who was bent toward me with his hand stretched out. Because I had become a little comfortable with Ramu by now I thought it was better to hold his hand. Ramu supported me and made me stand and picked up all the bags. The people around had left and when I tried to walk it hurt a lot. Now I needed someone’s support to walk but I felt hesitant taking Ramu’s support.

Ramu somehow understood this and said, “Hold my shoulder from behind and walk slowly behind me.”

I also liked this suggestion because this way Ramu’s body wouldn’t touch mine and I did the same. In the auto also I sat with Ramu’s support but this time he had also supported my waist. He started the auto toward my house but my foot was hurting a lot.

I asked Ramu, “Is there any doctor nearby?”

Ramu thought for a moment and said, “Yes, there’s one that stays open all night for emergencies… shall I take you there?” and looked at me in the mirror.

I nodded yes while making a face from the pain. He took me there. The doctor did an X-ray and said there’s a slight fracture. He told me not to put weight on the foot, go home and keep an ice bag, keep a pillow under the foot and raise it a little while sleeping. The doctor said plaster is not needed but I’ll give you painkillers. We came back and sat in the auto and I started thinking how I would manage all this.

I called Shanta and said, “Shanta, I fell in the mall and there’s a small fracture in my foot… can you come right now?”

Shanta said, “No Madam… first of all my house is very far and secondly my husband drinks at this time and I have to give him something to eat… but are you okay?”

Me: “Yes yes I’m fine. Earlier there was a lot of pain but now it’s a little less.”

Shanta asked again, “Madam, how are you coming back?”

I replied, “That auto driver who takes me to office every day… I’m going in his auto only.”

Shanta immediately said, “Then that’s good… that man is trustworthy. Just tell him and then he’ll go to his own house.”

I didn’t say anything further and said “let’s see” and cut the call. Ramu was also listening to all this.

He looked at me in the mirror and said, “Madam, that woman is right. You won’t even be able to go up to your floor alone and you won’t be able to do whatever the doctor has said either. I don’t have any other work now, just going home and sleeping.”

I didn’t say anything after hearing him. Our building arrived. Ramu held my waist and helped me get down and the same way I held his shoulder from behind and we came inside the house via the lift. Ramu took me to my bedroom the same way and then holding my waist made me lie on the bed.

First of all he put a pillow under and raised my foot and asked, “Madam, where is the ice?”

Both of us husband and wife neither drink whisky nor do we keep ice at home because of our diet—we even drink warm water. So I said, “We don’t keep ice at home.”

Ramu said, “No problem… there’s a hotel nearby, I’ll get it from there.”

Before I could say anything Ramu left. Thank God today I had gone to office wearing a Punjabi suit so there was no need to change clothes either. I called Sunny and told him everything but somehow I couldn’t tell him about Ramu coming inside the house.

After a little while Ramu came back with ice. He put the ice in a plastic bag and with his back toward me started rubbing the ice on my foot. He massaged like that for 30–35 minutes and during this he refilled the bag with ice three times. Then he brought some cut fruits from the kitchen and juice as well. I gave him some fruits from my own plate too.

Then Ramu asked, “Shall I get something to eat for you from the hotel?”

I looked toward Ramu. “No Ramu, I’ve eaten the fruits and that’s enough for my dinner.” Maybe this was the first time his name had come out of my mouth.

Ramu didn’t say anything and tightly bandaged my foot with the bandage the doctor had given. Now the pain was also less and I was feeling quite relaxed. Then Ramu gave me the tablet that the doctor had said to take at bedtime.

I told Ramu, “Ramu, now I’m fine. You go and while leaving lock it from inside.”

Ramu said, “Okay. But I’ll sleep in my auto downstairs. If you have any problem just call me. I’ll come up.”

I looked at Ramu and said, “No no Ramu, you go to your house… I’m fine now.”

Ramu smiled a little and said, “It’s not like I have any wife at home to go to… whether I sleep at home or here in the auto… what’s the difference?”

I became quiet and told him to take a sheet, blanket or pillow. He said he keeps everything under the passenger seat. And he left, and because of the tablet I also fell asleep.

To be continued…