Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Finally, after Guy1 shot his jizz into my cunt, the truck started moving again. And soon after, it stopped near a small building out in the countryside.


"Better get dressed, memsaab." I felt a hard spank on my ass.

I had been curled on on the back bench resting.

Groaning, I got up. I pulled up my tube top. The panties were nowhere to be seen. So I just wrapped the skirt around me and zipped it. And I threw the coat on before I was helped down from the truck. All my clothes were smeared with mud, as was my hair and my knees and other parts of my limbs.

It was raining hard again. But even through the sheets of water, I could make out some shapes and objects that seemed unfamiliar.

"What is this place?" I asked, opening my umbrella.

"It's an akhada, memsaab." Guy2 said, casually stroking my naked ass. "This is where wrestlers practice."

I walked with my three newest sexual partners in the pouring rain towards a single storeyed building. As we walked inside the compound, things started becoming clearer through the rain. There was a big covered yard where I saw 4 burly men in orange "langots", the jock-strap lie briefs worn by Indian wrestler. They were working out rather intensely using heavy weights. At the edge were a couple of jute khatiyas/cots. Sitting on one of them was Birju dressed in a half open shirt and a lungi. On the other cot was old man, easily in his 70s if not older, in a pristine white pyjama kurta.

Birju first smiled when he saw me and then as I walked closer, he frowned at my companions. The old man was staring at me expressionlessly. The 4 wrestlers were still working out, occasionally stealing glances at me. Finally we walked into the covered yard, and close to where the two men sat. Once out of the rain, I closed my umbrella and looked around. It seemed like a very basic set-up. A couple of posters of Hanuman hanging on the wall, a couple of trophies displayed on a rickety table and the door to some room.

"She is the one?" the old man gruffly asked.

"Yes, Guruji." Birju said.

"Hmmm." he just looked at me up and down. "She is filthy. Did you guys drag her through the mud or something?"

"Something like that." Guy1 said and cackled, as I remembered how he and I had rolled around in the mud when we fucked the first time. The other two guys giggled too.

This seemed to annoy Birju. He threw them a sharp look and all three went silent.

"You seem like a woman from a good family, memsaab." the old man silently said looking into my eyes. "Why do you do such things? Doesn't your husband warm your bed enough?"

This pissed me off and I opened my mouth to ask him who the fuck he thought he was to lecture me, when Birju suddenly caught my eye. He put his finger on his lip and gave me a leading look. So I stayed silent. The old man was waiting for a response. I didn't say anything, just stared at the red earthern floor. I had held my tongue because of Birju's silent request but I wasn't going to grovel in front of this random stranger.

"You guys fucked her, didn't you?" Birju angrily said to my escorts.

They guiltily nodded.

"All of you?"

They nodded again.

"Assholes!!" Birju yelled.

"But she wanted it! You should have seen how she was tempting me..." Guy1 protested.

"I don't care. I told you to wait till later."

"But Birju...."

"Get out, all three of you." Birju pointed his hand towards the truck. "You have had your fun."

The three guys said and started walking back. Not before one of them squeezed my tits though. Soon the truck drove away. And I was left alone with the geriatric, Birju, and the 4 burly wrestlers doing their best to not look at me but failing.

"You have something for me?" I asked Birju in a miffed voice.

"Yes, but later. First you need to do something for me." Birju said.

I knew what I was expected to do. He has already shared me with a bunch of Bangali laborers. Clearly, the agenda was for these wrestlers to fuck me. And maybe even the old man if he could get it up. I didn't care. In fact, having been fucked in the truck recently, I was actually looking forward to some more sex. I couldn't believe how huge my appetite for sex had become in recent months.

"Whatever." I said and took my muddy coat off and threw it on the floor.

The wrestlers were now really staring at me as I stood there in my mud caked tube top and short leather skirt half-unzipped. They were ogling my cleavage. The old man was still looking at me with a critical eye.

"She looks like she just tumbled out of a pigsty." he calmly said.

"I agree." Birju reverentially said.

"Let's get her cleaned up." Guruji said. Then looking at two of the wrestlers he said, "You two. Go give memsaab a bath."

"Wait, what? I can bathe myself." I started to protest.

"Just go along with it, memsaab." Birju said. "I promise you will not be disappointed with the material I have."

I sighed. These men were going to fuck me anyway. If their idea of foreplay was to bathe with me first, who cares?

I silently walked behind those two men to the edge of the yard. I had assumed there would be a bathroom there. But there was just an open square area with a floor drain, a couple of taps and buckets. As I reached it with them, I realized that Birju and the old man had followed us. The other two wrestlers were still busy working out.

"Take your clothes off and sit there." Guruji pointed to a stone slab next to the buckets.

I had decided to play along and was anyway starting to feel horny looking at the burly masculine bodies of the wrestlers. So I quickly threw off my tube top and then unzipped my skirt.

"You're not wearing a chaddi?" the old man asked in a rebuking tone as if he was my guardian. "What kind of a woman doesn't wear one?"

I felt like telling him that I did usually wear panties but they had gotten lost in the amorous activities with those truck guys. He had a bizarrely moralistic attitude though, so I just said,

"I lost it." And headed to sit on the stone slab. Its cold surface felt odd against my naked ass. The only thing covering my nakedness were random splotches of mud.

"What kind of a woman loses her chaddi?" Guruji gruffly barked. "Anyway. What are you two waiting for? Bathe the bitch!"

The dark skinned burly wrestlers, probably in their mid-20s, were standing there dumbly just staring at my boobs and my naked pussy. Their langots were barely able to contain their erections. Their expressions betrayed shock and disbelief that they were about to touch a gorgeous high class memsaab who had just stripped naked in front of them. They stepped into the bath area tentatively.

One of them opened the tap to start filling the bucket. The other just stood next to me. I could see his erection was just a few inches from my face. I wondered if I was expected to suck it or something. Normally, that's what I would have done. But this Guruji character was weird. So I just decided to be the passive obedient slut, not the hungry active slut.

"EEEEE!!!" I cried out.

Not because I had been touched by those guys, but because one of them had just thrown a mugful of water on my head. And it was cold water! Instantly, I felt my already erect nipples get as sharp as diamonds.