The Sleeper Bus: A Diwali Journey chapter 1

Finally, I was in Sam's king-sized bed. Before this, we had been in the bus cabin and then the office washroom. Now we were fucking in his bed. He didn't rush; he fucked me slow and steady with his cock. My legs were on his shoulders, and he was penetrating me very deep and slow.
"Ahhhha, Sam, yes! Fuck me like this every day! Qhhhahah, yessss, fuck me, baby!"
He pushed even further, literally mounting me. His mouth was now on my nipples, and he was sucking me like a baby sucking for milk.
"Ouch, baby, it's sensitive! Don't bite, just suck."
He played with my nipples with his tongue, slowly fucking me, and I liked every inch of his cock in my boy pussy. Suddenly, he withdrew his penis, turned me around into doggy style, and started fucking me from behind.
Sam moaned, "Ahahha, Aditi, your pussy feels like heaven! Ahahhah, I want this every day, Aditi! Ahahhahaha, yesss, so good! You feel tight around my cock." That was all he could say.
I was enjoying his fucking; I was addicted to it. I don't know what came over me, but I said to Sammy, "I love you. I want to be your wife."
Sam stopped for a few seconds, then he again continued to fuck me hard. We changed to the missionary position. He was fucking me, and I tried to kiss him hard. Again, I told him, "Sam, make me your wife officially."
Sam, still fucking me, replied, "It's not possible, dear. I'm married to Annaya. She's a working woman with a 2.5 million package. I need her for money, and I need you to fuck."
"Ahha, you diverted me. I need to go get some water."
He went outside the room, and I felt empty. I followed him into the kitchen. He was drinking water from the purifier. I got onto the kitchen sink and spread my legs for him.
He finished his water and came close to me. I wiped the droplet of water from his lips with my hand. He again inserted his dick into my ass on the kitchen sink. He fucked me slow and steady. He held my both thighs, penetrating deep. I held his neck for support. He lifted me with his cock still in my ass and placed me on the dining table and started fucking me.
"Ahhhha, yess," I moaned.
I said again, "Sam, please make me your wife. Marry me."
Sam was close to his orgasm: "Ahahhahha, not now, Aditi! Ahahahhahaha, ahahhahah, coming... coming... ahahhahahah!"
He came in my ass on the dining table. He got up and went to his room.
I was in two states of mind, still lying on the dining table. I was married; my wife was pregnant with my child, yet I was asking and wanting to be his wife. Suddenly, guilt came over me. I went to take a shower.
There were so many questions that needed answers: Do I like cross-dressing? Do I love my wife? Or do I love Sam?