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.

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"It's c-c-c-c-oldddd!" I complained as another mugful of water was splashed on my naked body.


"Shut up! No one asked you." Guruji said sharply. Then addressing the other guy, he said, "What are you staring at like a dumb idiot? Start cleaning her chest."

I felt two trembling hands approach my chest and shiver just inches away.

"What are you shaking for???" Guruji barked again.

And I felt those hands clasp my boobs. I expected him to fondle my boobs, feel their heft, and play with my nipples like most guys did. But this guy's trembling hands were just rubbing my boobs and cleaning the mud off them. The other guy meanwhile kept dunking water on me with one hand.

"Clean her hair too."

His other hand started washing the mud away from my hair. He was bent over me, and his sweaty face was right over mine. We looked into each other's eyes. I parted my lips, expecting him to kiss me. But he just pursed his lips and kept washing my hair. He did also wash some gunk off my face.

"Ever heard of soap?" Guruji said.

Soon the guy who was rubbing my tits reached for a bar of soap and started lathering my torso. His touch was beginning to stoke the fire in my loins. I could sense his erect langot crotch bumping against my shoulder. I raised one hand and reached to free his dick from its cage. And was surprised when he slapped my hand away. I thought it was just a nervous reaction so I reached back up again, but he slapped my hand away and loudly said,

"NO!!!"

Guruji smiled, as did Birju, and I was flummoxed. Usually I was the one slapping men's hands away as they tried to invade my private parts. Here was this young virile man with a substantial erection bathing me naked, and I was the one making advances and getting rebuffed. Maybe he was just shy being exposed in front of the others, I thought, although given the size of that bulge, he had no reason to be.

My body had by now grown accustomed to the coldness of the water, but my brain hadn't come to terms with the bizarre situation. I was sat naked on a stone slab in an exposed area, all lathered up by two men who were almost naked, and yet there was no sexual activity happening.

"Soap her yoni properly!" Guruji said, using a technical word for cunt.

And sure enough, I felt a hand gently but firmly start rubbing soap all over my pussy.

"Oh fuckk!!" I moaned as the rough fingers of the wrestler rubbed all over my clit and my labia, making me feel even randier than I already was. I reached over with my other hand to grasp the other guy's dick but he to slapped my hand away. What the hell was happening?

I felt like begging these men to fuck me. The whole situation was so sexually charged. How and why were these men not whipping their dicks out and shoving them in my mouth and cunt like those guys with the truck? Isn't that why I was here?

Guruji and Birju meanwhile stood next to us with folded arms, watching the whole scene unfold. I could see erections in both their crotches too. Especially Birju's familiar shape. But they just stood there, barking instructions as these two virile men ran their hands all over my body.

"Now it's time to wash her ass." the old man said.

I felt two strong hands grab my arms and pull me up. Soon I was turned around and was on all fours on that stone slab. Completely naked, wet, soaped up, and now in the most primal fucking position. All four men could see my pussy and my asshole. Now, at least now, one of them would be tempted to stick his dick inside me and fuck me hard, I thought.

But instead, I felt more water and soap being heaped on my ass. I felt rough fingers go up and down my ass crack flicking away specks of mud that had crept in. And again, rub my cunt clean, but in a very procedural manner, not sexual. One hand actually went to my feet and started cleaning my toes. I felt so confused. I had expected this bath thing to be just an elaborate excuse for me to get gangbanged in a kinky way. Instead these two men, with erections almost bursting out of their briefs, were just conscientiously bathing me like a little child. And all the while, I was getting more and more horny.

"You got fucked in the truck, right?" I heard Birju ask.

I nodded as another mugful of water was poured on my big round ass.

"Then guys, reach inside her cunt and make sure the spunk is all cleaned out too."

And so came another bizarre overture. The two men took turns cleaning all the remaining cum from the inside of my cunt, making me feel almost delirious with arousal. And yet no advance was being made on me. It took the guys 5-6 attempts of poking and checking to make sure I was completely clean on the inside too.

I was then turned around and some more water was dunked on me to wash all the remaining gunk and soap away.

"Done, Guruji." one of the guys said in a hoarse voice.

"And who's going to dry her?" Guruji responded by throwing them a thin towel.

And soon I was stood up in that water, with four hands rubbing the towel all over me to dry me off.

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Although I had just been bathed at length with cold water, my whole body felt like it was on fire from arousal. Those two strong virile men with erect cocks poking huge tents in their langots had handled me roughly and delicately by turns. I could see that they were extremely horny. But for some reason, they weren't whipping their cocks out to have their way with me. The old man was just giving mundane instructions like "dry the underside of her breasts". And Birju, who usually seemed to take great pleasure in sharing me in humiliating situations, wasn't egging them on either.


"What are you two gawking at???" Guruji yelled.

His remark wasn't aimed at the two guys drying my body but behind him at the other two wrestlers who were peeking at me.

"Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?" he continued.

"No..." one of the other lunks said in a deep voice.

"Well, too bad. Go back to practice! In fact I want you two to start bouting. I will come and check your progress." he barked and the two big brutes scampered away.

The two guys attending to me had meanwhile finished their jobs. I was breathing heavily, feeling randy beyond belief. I had made a few more attempts to reach for their dicks, but had been slapped away at every turn. What the hell was going on? Why wasn't I being bent over and fucked like I expected to? Like I wanted to?

"Ok, you two also go and start bouting." Guruji sternly told my attendants.

They each threw a long look at my heaving tits and my glistening pussy and trudged away. I looked at Birju, who caught my eye but then looked away. I stood there naked, assuming that now I would be ridden. Instead, the old man barked at me,

"You really are a shameless harlot, aren't you? Standing in front of two men naked without a sense of shame or shyness. Don't you know that shyness is a woman's ornament?"

"Well, what the hell am I supposed to do? My clothes are filthy!" I angrily snapped back.

"Don't take that tone with me!!" he wagged a finger and forcefully said.

"Sorry." I found myself suddenly compelled to apologize. He had a forceful personality and as we know by now, I have a thing with authoritative old men.

"But you are right. Your clothes are filthy. So wash them quickly. Leave them here to dry. And then...." he slipped off his white kurta and threw it at me. "Wear this and come to the cot."

I caught the thin cotton garment. Before I could say anything, he turned around and walked away. I tried calling out to Birju, but he also followed the old man like an obedient puppy.

Standing alone naked in that corner of the akhada, I wondered if I was having a surreal dream. Here I was, a high class, educated, accomplished woman standing without a stitch on her body in this utterly foreign and rustic location. An old man I had just met was barking orders at me and heaping insults on me like I was his servant. And I felt obliged to play along. Which by itself wasn't an unfamiliar thing anymore, thanks to Bajwa and Jamal. But this time, there had been no sex involved. And now I was looking at my skimpy western clothes to figure out how to clean them.

I rinsed the mud off the leather skirt and then wiped it dry with the towel so it would not get warped. I dunked the tube top in a bucket of water to wash it clean. And then I kept the two things on the edge of a short wall to dry. As much as they could dry in that humid rainy environment. Then I slipped on the kurta. It reached barely an inch below my crotch. But considering that all the men had seen me naked at length, I didn't really feel conscious about it.

When I walked back to the main area, I saw the two pairs of wrestlers bouting in the red mud circle. Their sweaty oily bodies glistened even with the red mud on them. They were making a lot of loud grunting sounds as they sincerely tried to best each other in the oldest sport in the world. Second oldest if you count sex. I stood at the edge of the circle, watching their muscles flex and their manly bodies mingle.

"Stop staring at them like that like a slut." Guruji said to me. "Come here and sit in my lap."

What an odd guy, I thought. In the same breath, he had called me a slut and then asked me to sit on his lap. I found myself simultaneously annoyed and aroused. I walked over to him, walking past Birju who just gave me half a smile and shrugged. Guruji was sitting on the cot with his legs parted, his hairy wrinkly torso bare, now that he had given me his kurta. Even as I walked towards him, he kept looking at the wrestling men and barking instructions to them.

I approached him and perched my big round ass on his left thigh. As I sat, the kurta pulled up from the back and my naked butt made contact with his pyjama. I giggled. He said nothing. I felt the old man's left hand wrap itself around my waist and hold me in place. I could feel the heat from his body radiating towards me. And I felt his erection poking against my thigh. I knew what that meant. I reached over with my hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" he barked.

"What?" I innocently asked.

"Why are you rubbing my genitals over my pyjama, young lady?" he scolded me.

"I...thought....it was...I mean..." I was so confused. I took my hand away. I had assumed that once he asked me to sit on his lap, I was expected to pleasure him. And now he was yelling at me for doing so.

"Shut up!" he yelled almost into my ear. "Just sit quietly."

"Okay, okay."

For the next ten minutes or so, I sat in the old man's lap as his erect cock kept poking at my thigh through his clothes. His firm grip on my waist stayed the way it was, but he did nothing more. I kept thinking he would make his move sooner or later, but he didn't. I started getting bored. I tried looking at Birju but he was pointedly avoiding eye contact. So I started watching the wrestlers. And I noticed that even in their bouts, they were looking at me. At one point, I realized that they could see up my legs and at my naked pussy. So I parted my legs a bit to give them a better view.

"You are just a shameless trollop, aren't you?" Guruji noticed what I was doing and thundered.

"I didn't do anything, Guruji." I said earnestly.

"Shut up! I am not your guruji." he yelled. "Get up!"

Instantly I got off his lap.

"Give me my kurta back."

"What?"

"You heard me!"

I discarded the garment and handed it back to him.

"I know the problem with you high class city types. Lack of discipline. If your parents had punished you properly, you would not have become a characterless whore."

"Don't bring my parents into it!" I yelled back at him. There was a limit to how much insult I could take.

"Don't talk back to me, young lady!" he yelled even louder.

We stared at each other angrily.

"You need to be punished for your insolence." he finally said.

"Oh, what are you going to do?" I turned around and thrust my ass at him. "Spank my ass? Bugger me? Is that what you want, you dirty old man?"

Turns out the weird old man really was a weird old man. He did not want to lay a hand on me. Soon I found myself holding my ears and doing squats. Naked. The wrestlers kept staring as my huge naked tits swayed and slammed against my knees with every squat. And how my pussy seemed to open and close.

What is this bizarre new mess I have gotten myself into, I wondered. Why am I, a sophisticated urbane woman in her 30s, doing naked squats at the behest of some random geriatric?

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After about 15 squats, my back started hurting. The weight of my tits was generally massive enough to cause my back problems anyway. Add the squats and the swaying and it really started to hurt. Thankfully, Guruji said,


"Okay, that's enough."

I wasn't sure how long I could have gone on, so was delighted when he asked me to stop. Of course, I could have stopped any time I wanted. He was nothing to me. But as I had recently realized, I found some kind of depraved and heightened pleasure in being submissive to dominant old men. I sat on the floor on my ass trying to regain my breath. I looked at the wrestlers who were staring at my fully nude body hungrily, with big erections still visible in their briefs.

"Put this on again." the old man threw me his kurta and I promptly slipped it on.

I didn't know if I was expected to get back on his lap too, so I just stayed sitting on the floor awaiting further instructions. Now that most of my nudity was covered, the blatant staring from the wrestlers also decreased. They focused on their practice. I looked all around me for a clock but there was none to be found.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Why? Do you have some appointment with a customer, whore?" the old man sharply asked.

"No. I have actual work to do. Software." I answered testily.

"You do actual work too? I am amazed. I thought work for you meant being on your back with your legs parted." he sarcastically said. Then he looked at his watch. "It's almost 4 PM."

"Birju, I need to be home by 6." I said, ignoring the insult.

But my original tormentor just nodded and said nothing. For the next several minutes, thing proceeded as they were. The four bulky wrestlers kept bouting strenuously with each other. Guruji and Birju kept watching them and passing occasional comments. And I sat on the floor dressed in that kurta, wondering what the hell was going on. I kept looking at the nearly naked aroused wrestlers and the two men on the cot turn by turn.

Then I noticed that the two men on the cot exchanged a few meaningful looks. I had no idea what that was all about. But suddenly Guruji got up and reached for a cellphone sitting on his cot.

"I have to go make a long phone call related to work. I will be busy for about half an hour." he announced. "You guys keep practicing!"

And the old man got up and walked away. He dialed a number on his phone, and talking on it, he walked into the door inside.

"Come here, memsaab." Birju said a couple of minutes after Guruji left. "Please come and suck my dick."

The wrestlers heard this and I noticed them pausing. Here was an ugly brutish man like Birju making such a lewd demand of me in public. I am sure they were keen to see how I reacted. Well, the way I reacted was getting on all fours and crawling towards Birju. I could feel the back of the kurta bottom flap against my ass as I crawled. I was extremely horny by now. I had wondered why all these men weren't fucking me, but above all, I was wondering why my old friend Birju wasn't fucking me after making so many advances in recent days.

I crawled up to between his legs. He started pulling up his lungi slowly, revealing his hairy legs. Eventually, his dick came into view.Still on all fours, I opened my mouth, bent forward and started sucking it.

"Your mouth is just as amazing as I remember it!" Birju happily exclaimed spanking my ass over the kurta.

"Your dick is just as hard as I remember it." I said before swallowing it again.

Imagine the weird scene that was now unfolding. I was sucking Birju's dick hungrily while the four guys kept wrestling sincerely. The kurta I was wearing given to me by Guruji was enough to cover my upper half. But bent over on all fours like I was, it exposed a lot to anyone behind me. And all those guys were behind me. I was sure they got a great detailed look at my naked pussy and asshole and half my ass. I really wanted to be fucked so I casually reached back and pulled the back of the kurta up. Now they could see my whole ass.

"Do you guys like what you see?" Birju asked as I sucked his dick.

From the corner of my eye, I could see the wrestlers nodding.

"If any of you want to fuck her, you can. She is a total slut. She won't mind. Will you, memsaab?" Birju asked.

In response, I just swayed my ample ass sideways to tempt them. I really did want them inside me.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" I heard a couple of guys shout.

"Sorry, but I have to take this chance." I heard a meek voice say apologetically.

And soon I felt a male presence behind me. He pushed the back of the kurta up even further. I heard a rustle of fabric suggesting that a langot was being undone. And soon, I felt the tip of a hard dick push against the opening of my cunt.

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"Do you guys like what you see?" Birju asked as I sucked his dick.


From the corner of my eye, I could see the wrestlers nodding.

"If any of you want to fuck her, you can. She is a total slut. She won't mind. Will you, memsaab?" Birju asked.

In response, I just swayed my ample ass sideways to tempt them. I really did want them inside me.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" I heard a couple of guys shout.

"Sorry, but I have to take this chance." I heard a meek voice say apologetically.

And soon I felt a male presence behind me. He pushed the back of the kurta up even further. I heard a rustle of fabric suggesting that a langot was being undone. And soon, I felt the tip of a hard dick push against the opening of my cunt.

"Ummm...finally!" I took Birju's dick out and said in an incredibly whorelike horn voice. How I had fallen in recent months. From being wary of random comments and catcalls of these blue collar men to actually enticing one of them to fuck me. What could I do? I was too horny.

"Oh god!!!" the guy behind me grabbed my ass by the fistfuls and rammed the length of his dick inside me. It was reasonably sized. I looked back and saw that it wasn't one of the men who had bathed me.

Although it was the fourth or fifth fucking of the day for me, I still felt waves of pleasure radiate out of my cunt as the sweaty muscular lunk rammed it like a horny dog. The motion made my boobs push forth against the fabric of the kurta and against Birju's thighs. He meanwhile roughly guided my mouth back to around his cock. I was now in the familiar position of having a cock in me at both ends.

"How do you like this young wrestler's dong, memsaab?" the guy said in a high pitched voice between strokes.

"Mmmmmm." I favorably responded while still sucking Birju's dick.

The other three guys were just standing around staring. I wondered why they were being so shy. Now that my hole had been breached, why weren't they joining in? Especially the guys who had bathed me while sporting raging hard-ons.

"Oh shit!" the guy pounding my cunt suddenly stopped his pistoning motion and stayed buried deep inside me.

I assumed he was about to shoot his seed in me. But that didn't happen. I took Birju's dick out of my mouth and turned back to look at him. He was staring somewhere. I followed his gaze and realized why he looked like he had seen a ghost. Standing by the side was his old Guruji, with folded hands and looking like a volcano ready to erupt.

"So you couldn't control yourself, huh?" he asked loudly.

"Sorry, Guruji." the man penetrating me said in an ashamed voice.

"Even all these posters weren't enough to buttress your integrity?"

"Sorry, Guruji."

"And you....shameless harlot! Couldn't go an hour without getting fucked?"

I just glared back at him, my fingers wrapped around Birju's dick, who himself was just smiling knowingly.

"Well, if this was your choice, hope you can live with it." Guruji said. "But you are not fucking her under my roof."

"Please Guruji, I am almost finished...." the young wrestler pleaded.

"GET YOUR DICK OUT OF THAT DIRTY HOLE!!!" Gurji yelled.

Instantly I felt the dick withdraw. I noticed that even in this yelling and humiliation, it had stayed erect.

"Stand up, you slut!" he barked at me. I found myself compelled to obey.

Here it comes, I thought. Just what I had been waiting for. Berating, humiliation, followed by a nice long gangbang with all these wrestling jocks.

"Bend over and put your hands on your knees." the old man seethed.

I did as I was told. I felt him gradually saunter behind me and felt his hand raising the back of the kurta. In my bent over state, this exposed my naked ass and my wet shaved cunt to everyone in the room. I had seen that the old man was hard. I expected him to ram his ancient rod into my young cunt. But that didn't happen. Instead he started talking.

"Look at this, young men. Look at this round white naked ass and the waiting hungry pussy. Here is a young attractive memsaab. Yes, she is beautiful. She may be a characterless whore but even I can't deny she is beautiful. She is wet and she is waiting to be fucked. Anyone else want to fuck her? Go ahead, fuck her as she stands here like a bitch in heat."

My ego was a little hurt when the expected stampede did not result. There was just silence except for the sound of the falling rain.

"Are you sure? Just look at this butt." and the old man spanked both my ass cheeks one at a time hard, the smacking sound filling the area.

But there was complete silence and no motion except for the guy who had just been fucking me standing there looking very uncomfortable. Poor guy had been interrupted just as he was about to cum inside me.

"Once in a lifetime opportunity, guys." Birju said, chuckling.

That standoff continued for a couple more minutes. Finally Guruji lowered the kurta to cover my ass again.

"Stand straight, slut." he said, spanking me again.

I did as I was told and turned around. The men were all sporting big boners in their langots but no one was making a move.

"Birju, gather her clothes and take her away." Guruji said. Then he turned to me and smiled. "Thank you for your help, memsaab. Sorry if I said something excessive."

I was so confused as I was led away by Birju, his one hand holding my clothes and another holding the umbrella over us. I was still wearing the old man's kurta and my coat on top of it. In the falling rain, Birju led me to a car and asked me to get in. I kept looking back at the akhada. All the men including guruji were standing by the edge, staring at me. Once I got in the car, they went away.

"What the fuck just happened?" I asked after Birju and I got in the car.

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"What do you mean?" he innocently asked, reaching for his phone which was on the dashboard.


"What do I mean? I mean what the hell just happened in there?"

"Haha, you mean you are confused why you did not get gangbanged by all the men in there?" Birju laughed.

"Well....that has been your usual style, Birju. You like to share me with a lot of men."

"True. It is my kink. And I was sort of hoping you would get gangbanged in there. But I was also sort of hoping you wouldn't be?"

"Why not?" I smiled. "Because you are possessive all of a sudden?"

"No. Not at all. For Guruji's sake."

"What was that guy's problem? Why was he treating me like that? What was the big idea in getting those guys to bathe me and then making me display myself to them, but then them not being allowed to fuck me? And then why did he suddenly act nice in the end and thank me?"

"You seriously don't know?" Birju sounded amused.

"I have no idea. I am so confused!"

"Wow, you Mumbai people really have no clue about how the rest of us live, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, memsaab, that was an akhada. Those were wrestlers. Guruji was their teacher."

"So?"

"So....you seem unaware of the fact that wrestlers in our country who pledge allegiance to Hanuman also take a vow of celibacy."

"What???"

"Yes. if you want to be a good wrestler being trained by a reputed guru, you have to be celibate. You cannot be tempted by women. It is supposed to hurt your prowess."

Now that he mentioned it, I did remember reading about something like this. But then if all those men were supposed to be celibate, why was I....oh I suddenly got it.

"So wait....I was there to test them?"

"Exactly!" Birju patted my cheeks. "I help out Guruji with this every year. Every year when his akhada narrows down their selection process to the top 4 guys, we set up this test. Usually I just bring in some whore who tries to tempt the guys. This year, I thought why not give them the highest temptation possible - you."

"That is so weird!" I was baffled and also amused that the whole purpose of my presence there had been to tempt guys who had taken a vow of celibacy.

"It may seem weird to you, but it is the only way to really test someone's dedication to the lifestyle. It's not just a sport for these men. It's like a spiritual way of life. As you saw, three of them were strong enough to resist. The top two, even after bathing your naked body."

"You people are messed up!"

"And you big city folks are straight like an arrow, huh? Is that why you are fucking half the town while your husband goes around banging the other town whore?"

And he waved his phone at me. I perked up.

"You got the evidence?"

"Here it is. In the photo gallery."

Eagerly, I took the phone and opened the app. Suddenly I felt Birju's hand on my arm and heard him push his seat back.

"What?" I asked, annoyed.

"I have held up my end of the bargain. And I have been hard the last hour. Why don't you ride me while you look at the evidence?"

"Tch! Fine!"

With the phone in one hand, I got up off the seat and straddled him. Suddenly I remembered Raza who I had fucked like this many times. Butt his time, my mind wasn't really on the sex. I lowered my cunt on his lap to take his dick inside. And then turned my attention to the phone as he started fucking me while rubbing my tits through the kurta's neck.

Sure enough, there were lots of pics of Vinay and Barkha together, although clearly taken from a distance. The initial ones had them walking together, smiling and talking, but not doing anything incriminating. Then they were shown going into a hotel. And then coming out of it. Another set of pictures showed them inside what seemed like a dance bar. She was sitting very close to him, way closer than just a colleague should. There were pics of them whispering to each other and giggling like teenagers.

As I flipped through the pics, Birju kept fucking me in slow deep strokes.

"Oh I love these boobs." he said, biting my nipples.

"Wait!!" I pulled his head away and slid back, making his dick slip out.

"What??" he sounded annoyed that I had interrupted the fucking.

"Is this all you have? Dozens of pictures of them giggling and smiling? How does this prove they are fucking?"

"Didn't you see them go into the hotel?" he said, putting his hands on my hips to pull me back on his dick.

"Yeah, but that doesn't prove they were having sex."

"You think they went in there to play chess?"

"Tch! Birju, I need actual evidence I can confront him with."

"Like what? Pictures of them having sex?"

"Why not?"

"Because not every slut is stupid like you." Birju thundered. "Stupid enough to allow there to be photographic evidence of her sexual adventures."

My ears went red with anger and shame. He had a point. This time when he pulled my ass, I let his dick enter my cunt again. And we started fucking once more. That seemed to improve Birju's mood. He slid me off his thighs after a few minutes and made me bend over the seat. As he shoved his dick inside me from the back and grabbed my hair, he said,

"Listen, if you want to catch them in the act, I can help with that. See those pictures in the dance bar. They go there often. I can keep some of my guys there. When they see your husband come in with Barkha, they will call you."

"Hmmmm....thanks." I said, starting to feel pleasure from his fucking.

How mundane and regularly being fucked in a vehicle had become for me. I kept flipping through the pictures.

"Wait, who is this guy? This isn't Vinay."

Birju stopped the pounding, bent over and looked at the screen.

"I told you, she is a whore like you. Except that she is literally a whore. Your husband is the one she is trying to ensnare in her love trap. But on the side, she gets her fun and makes money."

"Wow!!"

I flipped through the next dozens of pictures. There were a couple of other men she was photographed with, either outside what seemed like her house or that hotel where she had gone with Vinay. Again, no pictures in any state of undress, not even of kisses. But it was obvious she was fucking a lot of these men.

"Unhhhhh!!!" Birju grunted as he deposited his seed in my cunt. I barely registered it.

Absent-mindedly, I kept looking at the pics, on my knees bent over the driver's seat as his jizz leaked down my thighs. Suddenly I saw a familiar face with Barkha outside her home.

"Wait, he fucks her too?" I showed the phone to Birju.

"Haha, no, he doesn't fuck her. He is her father." he laughed.

"WHAT??? But her name...."

"I know. He is her biological father. It's a bit of an open secret in the town. Even his real family knows. Her mother was a whore too. He helped pay for Barkha's upbringing. He has his own legal wife and kids, but he drops by to visit her once in a while. He doesn't know what a slut she herself is, by the way."

"Interesting. So maybe...."

Suddenly there was a knock on the window. I looked up. It was the poor wrestler who could not finish what he had started. He was standing there fully dressed with a bag slung over his shoulder, getting wet in the rain.

"What is it?" Birju rolled down the window and asked.

"I got banished."

"What did you expect?"

"I know. But let me at least.......fully enjoy what I got banished for." he was staring alternately at my face and my naked ass.

"What do you say, memsaab?" Birju chuckled and ass.

I shrugged and said,

"It's the least I can do."

And soon the big lunk climbed in and penetrated me again as I kept flipping through the pictures detailing Barkha's secret life.

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[dilipsexist]

Big fan of adultery stories. I have read many. I have written a cuckold story myself. But somehow I missed this gem of a story. Finished reading so far in two days.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

alighieri -continued this story from here



Nukkad guys - Continuation

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The wrestler was well built and his torso was ripped with hard muscle. He penetrated me in one go and started thrusting into me vigorously. His technique was all wrong but he more than made up for it through his enthusiasm.

Soon the car was filled with the sound of his balls slapping against my ass. Birju leered at me from the front seat as I took the lunk’s cock deep into my pussy.

"Memsaab, now you see what I meant about you big city folks...you don’t even this fellow’s name and you’re letting him fuck you like a bitch in heat"

He was right. Thoughts of all the nukkad guys who had fucked me flashed by in my head….Most of them were a blur…Shit! I had fucked more men than I could remember in the last one year, I thought.

The wrestler made me arch my back as he continued banging me. He was thrusting so hard that the entire car was shaking.

“Abbey oo aaram se….yeh memsaab kahin nahi jaane wali….gaadi tere baap ka nahi hai” Birju yelled from the front seat even as he avidly watched me getting pounded.

At this the wrestler slowed his pace a little bit. “Sorry bhaiyaa….yeh gori memsaab ko nanga dekhke control nahi hua…inke mammey toh zabardast hai..”

“Theek hai..koi baat nahi…kaam pe dhyan de” Birju muttered

Meanwhile, oblivious to their conversation, I was soaking in the pleasure of another hard cock pounding me. "Oh fuck….oh fuck…Aapka naam kya hai?" I grunted in my anglicized Hindi.

The lunk didn’t hear me.

“Abbey naam pooch rahi hai memsaab teri” Birju yelled.

"Memsaab…Ramu, memsaab" he replied.

That's the funny thing about the men in this town. Even this lowly wrestler who was banging me like a street whore called me a memsaab. But that did not stop him from taking liberties with my body. He let go of my hips and fondled my nipples with his rough hands.

"Ungh…aaah…" I was building up to an orgasm as Ramu kept pistoning my sloppy cunt.

“Faster….faster....” I moaned as I thrust my ass back

Yet there was no change in pace. After a couple of seconds I heard Birju say “Memsaab jor se chodne ke liye bol rahi hai” without a hint of irony. Well that sounds dirtier than I what I asked for, I thought in my head.

Nevertheless, I got the intended result as Ramu latched onto my tits and started my ass pounding harder.

His thick, virile cock was pleasuring my cunt to the fullest. “Mmmmm…ah..ah..ah..ah” my hollering filled the humid air in the car.

Even Ramu started grunting loudly as he neared his orgasm. I was about to give the akhada wrestler his first sexual orgasm.

“Oh my god…. Mmmmmm” I screamed as an orgasm ripped through my body.
Ramu barely lasted a minute longer and deposited his cum on my ass. I curled up in the back seat, exhausted. Ramu plonked himself next to me his eyes wide open in disbelief. He had just had his first sexual experience and that too with a sexy looking memsaab from the big city. The last time he probably saw a woman like me was probably in one of those lurid blue films which were openly displayed and sold in the market.

The hot air from the dusty plains blew in from the windows as all three of us sat silently in the car. The sex had left me all sweaty. To compound matters, Birju’s rickety car had no air conditioning.

"Birju, please take me home" I said, pulling on my kurta.

The akhada was located in the outskirts of the town and the car motored along the highway swiftly. Thankfully Ramu had put on his langot. Otherwise, the situation was too unreal for me. Here I was in a car clad only in my kurta as a naked wrestler sat next to me and a nukkad guy, who was also the baahubali for a local politician was driving me around in his car.

I noticed Ramu looking at my cleavage longingly. I hadn’t buttoned up my kurta fully. I let him stare.

We reached my home in half an hour. The last leg of the journey was spent with me ducking below the window level in the back seat as I couldn’t risk anyone seeing me in the neighbourhood.

As the car came to a halt, I peeked around to see that no one was around. Having made sure that Sarita and her mother in law were also not outside I quickly slipped out the car and sneaked into the house.

I felt sweaty and grimy from the dirt and heat in the akhada and went to take a bath. Even before I could run the tap, I heard Birju and Ramu enter the house. They were discussing something in the local dialect. This was equally exciting and scary. What if Vinay came home and found me with these men inside the house? What could I possibly say? I quietly cursed myself for becoming so debauched and took bath.

I stepped out of the bathroom in a towel. I saw Birju and Ramu were lounging in the hall impatiently. They heard me come out and followed me into the bedroom.
So far I had only encountered the nukkad guys outside the house. Today, I had brought them to my bedroom. I picked up my phone and shushed them as I dialled Vinay’s office number.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Hello..."


"Hello, may I know who is speaking?" Some man from Vinay’s office had picked up. So typical. He is never around, I thought to myself. Probably should have tried his mobile.

My thoughts were interrupted as Birju and Ramu settled down on either side of me on the bed and started tugging at my towel. It came off in no time.

"Hello, I'm Sheetal, Vinay's wife, could you please connect me to him"

I glared at Birju as he leered at my topless body. The towel had slipped from my breasts and had collected around my lap.

There was a brief pause on the call. Both the men sitting next to me wasted no time and grabbed my naked boobs. “Kitne bade mammey hai memsaab ke!” Ramu whispered as I glared in silence at their audacity.

"Ma'am please stay on line. I’ll check and get back to you." The voice at the other end sounded…urbane. It was not someone from the town for sure.

Birju was nuzzling my neck and had not so innocently placed his hand on my cunt.

"Hmmmm" an involuntary moan escaped from me.

"Ma'am, did you say something?"

I couldn't focus on the call as both men were aggressively stimulating me. Ramu had buried his face in my tits and was sucking my boobs one by one.

"Ooooh". Another involuntary moan. I tried to push their hands away with my free hand but they ended up restraining me and continued what they were doing. I was caught between anger and horniness.

"Ma’am!" the man in Vinay's office shouted, probably concerned that something strange was happening at my end.

I regained my senses and replied "Yes, I was wondering if you could give the phone to my husband, Vinay"

I felt someone push me back onto the bed and pull the towel off completely. Both men gasped as they saw me completely naked.

"Oooima...kya maal hai Birju bhaiyya...yeh memsaab toh bilkul who blue filum wali ki tarah hai."

“Look at her shapely tits and shaved cunt" "Women like this are a one in a million bete" Birju replied proudly as if I was his find.

"Ma'am, sir left the office awhile back. He has gone to visit the site for the second branch"

Ramu was already fingering my pussy as Birju clambered to my side and started playing with my nipples.

"Ummm…alright…thank you"

I had forgotten about this. Vinay did mention that he had a site inspection for the other branch they were going to start.

"What succulent tits you have memsaab...I could….suck them all day" Birju whispered as he licked and sucked on my engorged nipple. I couldn't even be angry with them. The pleasure was so overwhelming. Ramu dragged me to to edge of the bed and spread my thighs. He positioned himself between them and started licking my pussy.

"Aaaaaah" I tried to suppress my arousal. I could hear them both snigger. They were having fun at my expense. This is unreal! Meanwhile, the man at the other end of the line was being unusually patient.

I tried to ignore the pleasure that was surging through my body and replied "I'm sorry I didn't quite catch your name."

"I'm Rajesh, I am the deputy branch manager here and work with your husband.

Are you sure you are alright, ma'am?" Did he just add “ma’am” in a sarcastic tone? I wasn’t sure. Vinay did mention about a Rajesh who was seconded to the town branch for a rural stint from Bombay.

“Aaaah.” Ramu had found my clit and was gently flicking it with his tongue. The man looked like an oaf but he was learning his way around a woman’s body quickly. God! this was torrid.

Regaining my composure, I said "I'm perfectly fine, Rajesh. Did he mention when he'll be back?"

"He should be back by 10. Do you want me to take a message for him?"

Meanwhile, Birju pulled up my left arm up and started licking my arm pit. This was intensely arousing. I locked my thighs around Ramu’s head, pulling him deeper into my wet pussy. He immediately responded by pushing his tongue deep into my cunt.

"Ummmmm…..No Rajesh! That won't be necessary, thank you" I immediately cut the call even before he could respond. A second longer and I would have shuddered to an orgasm on the call. Seeing me hang up, the two men started enjoying my body openly.

Ramu held my thighs and licked my pussy brazenly while Birju bit my shoulder and licked my neck. I was on the verge.

“Oh my god! Ummmmmm...fuck!” I came loudly to a crashing orgasm. I enjoyed the waves of pleasure surge through my body. I lay on the bed as both men pulled away from. I saw their astonished faces look at me with curiosity as I grabbed the sheets and thrashed around loudly during my orgasm. I sat up, resting my back against the headboard.

"You bastards, what the hell were you guys doing!" I yelled angrily. "That man on the call was my husband's colleague. If he finds out what I am up to and tells my husband what's happening I cannot even imagine the kind of shit I'll have to deal with!" "Couldn't you fucking wait for 5 minutes?!"

Both of them were taken aback by my outburst but after a couple of seconds started sniggering as I glared at them. They clearly didn't think much about offending me. I was to blame in any case for letting them take all sorts of liberties with me far too easily. I felt powerless.

Birju sidled up to my side with a sly grin "Memsaab, why are you getting so angry with us and acting all coy. We know you enjoyed it. "

"But Birju what if the man heard me! How can you guys be so insensitive?!" I spat vehemently at him.

"Memsaab kuch nahi hoga. He wouldn't have heard anything." Ramu assured me.

He sat at the edge of the bed, his head drooping apologetically.

I could sense the impatience growing in their voices as they tried to reassure me. I could sense that they were fully aroused and were looking forward to having sex with me. But their eagerness to get started while I was on the call was going to cost them.

I decided to annoy them further. I feigned anger and yelled "Okay, but after what you guys did I'm not in the mood for sex. Both of you get out now."

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There was complete silence after I yelled at them to get out.


I couldn’t see Birju’s expression as he was next to me but I saw Ramu's face turn completely ashen. An hour back he was having torrid sex with me. He was banging this curvy high class memsaab doggie style, his balls slapping against her ripe ass and his hands squeezing her heavenly tits. As if things couldn't get any better, she had even agreed to willingly taking him home and fuck his brains out. But his stupidity had suddenly put all of that in jeopardy.

"Soory memsaab" "Galti ho gayi" "Pleej memsaab" “Maaf kardo na memsaab” he kept begging. I thought he was almost going to cry. Birju had gone completely silent. I was enjoying this little power trip and did not relent. I did not make any effort to cover my naked body as I admonished them.

Ramu continued apologising in his rustic way. It was strange to see this hulk of a man, timidly apologising to me. If both of them forced themselves onto me, I would have no option but to relent. But clearly the equation between Birju and me had changed from that fateful day when I consented to have sex with him and those Bangladeshis. He must have noticed that the sexual pleasure this voluptuous memsaab could give him was palpably higher if the sex was consensual. It gave me a thrill that even the ruffian like nukkad guys craved for my approval!

I looked at Birju who was staring at my naked boobs longingly. I could read the frustration in his face. Something held him back from forcing himself onto me.
Taking the moral high ground, he said "Memsaab what you're doing is wrong."

I knew it was all bluster. "Huh! How is it wrong?" "What you guys did was wrong! You guys fucked up"

He shook his head and continued "It’s wrong because you are not keeping up your end of the bargain." "You wanted evidence of your husband's philandering and I gave it to you. And don’t hide behind the lie that that this some fellow heard you on the phone. We both know you enjoyed it." Again, the “enjoyment” reasoning.

"Yes, I enjoyed it Birju. But the way you guys molested me was careless!" I glared back.

But he had a point. And the possibility of Vinay cheating on me rankled. What a dick. He brought me to this godforsaken town for the sake of his career, left me to rot at home and was now banging some slut on the side. The audacity of that asshole. Fuck him.

"Memsaab?"

Birju's voice brought me back from my thoughts. He moved closer to me.

"What?" I glowered, the anger directed more towards my husband than these two men.

"I was saying we are sorry."

"OK" I said distractedly still ,.ng over the fact that my husband was cheating on me.

Birju and Ramu seemed to have taken the "OK" as an acceptance of their apology and as a sign that they could continue what they were doing. Both of them came closer and started pawing at my naked body with their rough, callused hands. I was taken aback but this time I didn’t stop them. I was getting pleasured and, in my head, also exacting revenge against my stupid husband. Fuck him.

So I grabbed their dicks and started jerking them off simultaneously. Their raging hard ons had shrunk during my argument with them but the touch of my soft hands resurrected them to their magnificent selves in no time. I hadn't gotten a clear look at his cock when he fucked me in the car but Ramu's rod was thick and appeared to be at least 6 inches long while Birju's was at least 7 inches long. Both of them got excited that they would get to fuck me after all and attacked my body. Birju was fingering my wet cunt as Ramu was kissing me all over my face.

After making both men hard, I motioned to Ramu to lie down on the bed. I really wanted his dick in my mouth. It stood up proud and erect after he lied down. Birju was looking at me with curious eyes as I got between Ramu's legs.

I parted Ramu's thighs and got onto my knees between them. Ramu moaned in delight as I started playing with his rod. I fondled his balls and dick for a few seconds before I couldn’t resist it any longer and took his cock in my mouth. It was quite thick and stretched my lips. "Each cock poses a fresh challenge" I naughtily thought in my head.

Ramu yelped in pleasure as the sexy memsaab wrapped her luscious lips around his cock head. He couldn't believe his luck as she slurped on the pre-cum that was oozing from his cock head. This memsaab was so depraved, it blew his mind!

His cock twitched in pleasure inside her incredibly wet and soft mouth and an electric feeling surged through his body every time her shapely tits grazed against his hairy thighs. He wanted to grab them and squeeze them roughly but for now he was content to just lie down and enjoy the terrific blowjob he was getting.

I ran the tip of my tongue up and down his cock and wiggled it at Ramu's piss slit. He groaned and thrust more of his cock into my mouth. As expected, his crotch had a stale, sweaty odour but I was so incredibly aroused that it didn't bother me at all as I unleashed all my cock sucking skills on his amazingly thick cock.
I sucked, I licked, I gobbled and I even deep throated his rod. Ramu was groaning loudly and this egged me on to suck harder. I looked into his eyes as I bobbed my head on his cock. This serves two purposes. First, I liked to see the fruits of my blowjobs reflect on the faces of the men I pleasured. And second, through experience, I've realised that nothing arouses a man more than a curvy woman with big tits submissively deep throating his cock as she looked into his eyes. As I tilted my head and looked into Ramu's eyes, I noticed that this was true with Ramu as well.

He grunted loudly completely lost in the throes of pleasure. And within no time, shot his load into my mouth. He held me by my hair and kept thrusting his rapidly shrinking penis into my mouth as kept cumming. Completely spent, he passed out.

"Well, that's quite something." I thought. "I pleasured him so well that he passed out"

As the cum dribbled out of my mouth, I sensed Birju moving into position behind me. He had watched the proceedings from the side so far, as my firm tits swayed and their erect nipples rubbed against Ramu's hairy thighs. I had arched my back and thrust out my voluptuous ass when I deep throated Ramu's dick. I was sure he got a mind blowing view of my curves. I had caught glimpses of him jerking himself off furiously to the titillating visuals. His cock had grown to its full size. I badly needed it inside me. I turned my head back as he lined up behind my butt. I was already in the doggy style position.

I couldn't bear the tension of waiting for cock to invade me any longer and moaned loudly "Ummm...please put it in Birju...I can't wait anymore.."

He gave me a dirty grin and rubbed his cock against my wet cunt. The bastard was teasing me.

"Kya memsaab?" he smiled. "You wanted us to leave no? Should I leave now?"

"Mmm...Birju...please" I moaned louder at him over my shoulder as he slowly slid his cock against my clit. This was immensely pleasurable but I wanted a release. Badly! And the bastard was exploiting my desperation and bringing up my earlier words to taunt me.

"Birju...please...woh sab jo maine kaha...usko bhool jao"

"Kaise bhool jao memsaab...aapne itni badtameezi se baat kiya humse"

Oh so his ego was hurt. But imagine this for a second. I, the high society, bank manager's wife, was on my knees with my shapely ass thrust out invitingly and this low class nukkad fellow from the town was making me beg for his cock. The levels of depravity I had fallen to!

I realised I had to give in. "I'm sorry, Birju..." I moaned in desperation.

"Kya kaha memsaab, mujhe sunaaye nahi diya". I turned back to see an thinly veiled evil grin playing on his lips.

"I'm sorry" I said, loudly.

"Yeh hui na baat!" "Lekin memsaab, aapko sazaa toh milni chahiye" he laughed.

I moaned expectantly as he grabbed my butt.

I was waiting for his cock to enter when he spanked me loudly. SPANK!

"Hmmmm...what are you doing?!" I groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

SPANK! SPANK!

"This is your punishment memsaab!" he muttered as he continued spanking both my butt cheeks. The spanks echoed around the room as I braced myself in pain. The bastard was taking revenge. I couldn't do anything but obediently comply.

"Kya gaand hai memsaab aapki" he said, as it jiggled from the impact.
He stopped after a minute and I again turned back expectantly. This time he didn't disappoint me.

“Ab main isse aise chodunga ki aap baar baar aap mere paas aake chodne me liye poochengi” he said, and pawed my butt roughly. "Aap apne englis me poochiye na...phack me" he laughed.

I had no option. "Birju, please fuck me" I moaned. "Please..."

Running his hands over my ass crack, he said "Ab Hindi me poochiye"

"Birjuji...please mujhe chodiye" It sounded so dirty in my anglicised Hindi. I cursed myself for putting myself in this position. I knew he was playing to the galleries. Ramu was looking at the scene in disbelief as he saw his “brother” handle this high class memsaab roughly and dominate her.

Birju did not relent immediately. Instead he parted my ass cheeks and continued grazing his hand up against my ass crack. I moaned loudly. At least this was better than the harsh spanking, I thought. The whole set up was so kinky and erotic that I thrust my ass back even more so that he got better access to my ass crack! Birju obliged and ran his hand all the way down to my pussy and roughly grabbed it.

"Hmmmm"

After a few seconds, he slowly started fingering it. This was mind blowing!
After priming my pussy with his fingers, Birju aligned his rock hard dick against my cunt and started pushing it in. He groaned as my tight pussy enveloped his cock.

“Mmmmm….push it in…slowly” I whispered huskily.
I could feel his dick sending waves of pleasure across my lower body as he pushed it in. Within seconds, he was completely in. My cunt was filled with his cock. After pausing for a briefly while, he started slowly thrusting in and out. It was awesome feeling!

“Mmmmm….keep doing that…just like that” I moaned.

"Memsaab aap jab aise bolti hai....toh bahut achcha lagta hai" he said, as he licked my bare back.

Gradually, he picked up pace and soon we were thrusting against each other vigorously.

“Aaaaah…aaah….aaah” I hollered as he pounded me. My boobs were swinging from his vigorous thrusts.

"Ah ah ah ah ah" I gurgle in the throes of pleasure as he fucked me at an even pace.

After a couple of minutes, he moved his hands from my waist and started fondling my tits.

I was getting pleasured through my vagina and nipples now. It was amazing and I was building up to an explosive release.

“Mmmmm…Birju…Aaaaah…Birju” I moaned. His cock twitched inside me as I took his name loudly.

He increased his pace and banged me even harder as I neared my orgasm. The musky scent of sex and the sound of his hard thighs slapping against my fleshy ass filled the air.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…” His cock was pummeling me now as he grabbed my tits and pinched my nipples roughly.

"Ummm...aaaah...mmmmm"

I shuddered to a breath taking orgasm as he continued to ride me. He pulled out and shot his thick load over my ass as I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. My knees had gone weak from the rapid fucking and my body was numb from the overload of pleasure I had just experienced. It was one of the best fucking I had ever gotten. I exhaled heavily "Oh my god! Fuck!" The last time I was so thoroughly fucked was probably by this jock I dated in college who kept me awake all night once.

Birju plonked himself next to me, his breathing heavy from the sex. Ramu slowly put on his clothes and sauntered off to a different room.

As Birju curled up next to me, I was thinking how all my previous encounters with the nukkad guys including Birju was focused on quickly pleasuring them. It was never focussed on my sexual needs. Although I found the encounters thrilling due to their taboo nature, I was often left high and dry by the whole "wham bam, thank you ma'am" way in which things happened. Whereas this was different. It felt raw and intimate. It was satisfying.

Birju felt the same way. He turned towards me and softlwhispered into my ear

“Memsaab?”

“Hmmm?” I murmured softly, still reeling from the aftermath of our toe curling sex.

He softly licked my earlobe and said “That was bloody unbelievable…your body is so amazing” and fondled my heaving tits gently.

I didn’t know what to say. I was not used to such gentle behaviour from a street rowdy. So I blushed a little. So far the nukkad guys had only treated me as an object of lust to satisfy their needs. But here was one of them who had not only given me one of the best orgasms of my life but had also paid me a heartfelt compliment. In that moment, I felt as if both of us were equals. We lay silently in the bed next to each other.

A few minutes later, Birju stirred and started wearing his clothes, silently. I sat up and leaned against the head rest, tired. After he was ready, Birju gave me a curt nod.

“Memsaab, I will get you more information if you need.”

“Huh? About what?”

“Your husband. If you want more information I can get it for you”

This man who was always trying to arm twist me into having sex was now voluntarily offering to give me information. The sex must have been really good, I thought to myself and smiled.

However, I didn’t care anymore. I had no locus to confront my husband after all that I had done. Yes, I could argue that the nukkad guys forced themselves on me and took advantage of me but that was only in the beginning. What had happened with Raza and the Bangladeshi workers was not without consent. What had happened today was with my total complicity. My conscience would never let me argue with that.

“That won’t be necessary Birju….” I paused for second. “Thank you for your help and keep coming here”

He smiled “Nahi memsaab…no need to thank me” “Khuda hafiz”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

There was complete silence after I yelled at them to get out.


I couldn’t see Birju’s expression as he was next to me but I saw Ramu's face turn completely ashen. An hour back he was having torrid sex with me. He was banging this curvy high class memsaab doggie style, his balls slapping against her ripe ass and his hands squeezing her heavenly tits. As if things couldn't get any better, she had even agreed to willingly taking him home and fuck his brains out. But his stupidity had suddenly put all of that in jeopardy.

"Soory memsaab" "Galti ho gayi" "Pleej memsaab" “Maaf kardo na memsaab” he kept begging. I thought he was almost going to cry. Birju had gone completely silent. I was enjoying this little power trip and did not relent. I did not make any effort to cover my naked body as I admonished them.

Ramu continued apologising in his rustic way. It was strange to see this hulk of a man, timidly apologising to me. If both of them forced themselves onto me, I would have no option but to relent. But clearly the equation between Birju and me had changed from that fateful day when I consented to have sex with him and those Bangladeshis. He must have noticed that the sexual pleasure this voluptuous memsaab could give him was palpably higher if the sex was consensual. It gave me a thrill that even the ruffian like nukkad guys craved for my approval!

I looked at Birju who was staring at my naked boobs longingly. I could read the frustration in his face. Something held him back from forcing himself onto me.
Taking the moral high ground, he said "Memsaab what you're doing is wrong."

I knew it was all bluster. "Huh! How is it wrong?" "What you guys did was wrong! You guys fucked up"

He shook his head and continued "It’s wrong because you are not keeping up your end of the bargain." "You wanted evidence of your husband's philandering and I gave it to you. And don’t hide behind the lie that that this some fellow heard you on the phone. We both know you enjoyed it." Again, the “enjoyment” reasoning.

"Yes, I enjoyed it Birju. But the way you guys molested me was careless!" I glared back.

But he had a point. And the possibility of Vinay cheating on me rankled. What a dick. He brought me to this godforsaken town for the sake of his career, left me to rot at home and was now banging some slut on the side. The audacity of that asshole. Fuck him.

"Memsaab?"

Birju's voice brought me back from my thoughts. He moved closer to me.

"What?" I glowered, the anger directed more towards my husband than these two men.

"I was saying we are sorry."

"OK" I said distractedly still ,.ng over the fact that my husband was cheating on me.

Birju and Ramu seemed to have taken the "OK" as an acceptance of their apology and as a sign that they could continue what they were doing. Both of them came closer and started pawing at my naked body with their rough, callused hands. I was taken aback but this time I didn’t stop them. I was getting pleasured and, in my head, also exacting revenge against my stupid husband. Fuck him.

So I grabbed their dicks and started jerking them off simultaneously. Their raging hard ons had shrunk during my argument with them but the touch of my soft hands resurrected them to their magnificent selves in no time. I hadn't gotten a clear look at his cock when he fucked me in the car but Ramu's rod was thick and appeared to be at least 6 inches long while Birju's was at least 7 inches long. Both of them got excited that they would get to fuck me after all and attacked my body. Birju was fingering my wet cunt as Ramu was kissing me all over my face.

After making both men hard, I motioned to Ramu to lie down on the bed. I really wanted his dick in my mouth. It stood up proud and erect after he lied down. Birju was looking at me with curious eyes as I got between Ramu's legs.

I parted Ramu's thighs and got onto my knees between them. Ramu moaned in delight as I started playing with his rod. I fondled his balls and dick for a few seconds before I couldn’t resist it any longer and took his cock in my mouth. It was quite thick and stretched my lips. "Each cock poses a fresh challenge" I naughtily thought in my head.

Ramu yelped in pleasure as the sexy memsaab wrapped her luscious lips around his cock head. He couldn't believe his luck as she slurped on the pre-cum that was oozing from his cock head. This memsaab was so depraved, it blew his mind!

His cock twitched in pleasure inside her incredibly wet and soft mouth and an electric feeling surged through his body every time her shapely tits grazed against his hairy thighs. He wanted to grab them and squeeze them roughly but for now he was content to just lie down and enjoy the terrific blowjob he was getting.

I ran the tip of my tongue up and down his cock and wiggled it at Ramu's piss slit. He groaned and thrust more of his cock into my mouth. As expected, his crotch had a stale, sweaty odour but I was so incredibly aroused that it didn't bother me at all as I unleashed all my cock sucking skills on his amazingly thick cock.
I sucked, I licked, I gobbled and I even deep throated his rod. Ramu was groaning loudly and this egged me on to suck harder. I looked into his eyes as I bobbed my head on his cock. This serves two purposes. First, I liked to see the fruits of my blowjobs reflect on the faces of the men I pleasured. And second, through experience, I've realised that nothing arouses a man more than a curvy woman with big tits submissively deep throating his cock as she looked into his eyes. As I tilted my head and looked into Ramu's eyes, I noticed that this was true with Ramu as well.

He grunted loudly completely lost in the throes of pleasure. And within no time, shot his load into my mouth. He held me by my hair and kept thrusting his rapidly shrinking penis into my mouth as kept cumming. Completely spent, he passed out.

"Well, that's quite something." I thought. "I pleasured him so well that he passed out"

As the cum dribbled out of my mouth, I sensed Birju moving into position behind me. He had watched the proceedings from the side so far, as my firm tits swayed and their erect nipples rubbed against Ramu's hairy thighs. I had arched my back and thrust out my voluptuous ass when I deep throated Ramu's dick. I was sure he got a mind blowing view of my curves. I had caught glimpses of him jerking himself off furiously to the titillating visuals. His cock had grown to its full size. I badly needed it inside me. I turned my head back as he lined up behind my butt. I was already in the doggy style position.

I couldn't bear the tension of waiting for cock to invade me any longer and moaned loudly "Ummm...please put it in Birju...I can't wait anymore.."

He gave me a dirty grin and rubbed his cock against my wet cunt. The bastard was teasing me.

"Kya memsaab?" he smiled. "You wanted us to leave no? Should I leave now?"

"Mmm...Birju...please" I moaned louder at him over my shoulder as he slowly slid his cock against my clit. This was immensely pleasurable but I wanted a release. Badly! And the bastard was exploiting my desperation and bringing up my earlier words to taunt me.

"Birju...please...woh sab jo maine kaha...usko bhool jao"

"Kaise bhool jao memsaab...aapne itni badtameezi se baat kiya humse"

Oh so his ego was hurt. But imagine this for a second. I, the high society, bank manager's wife, was on my knees with my shapely ass thrust out invitingly and this low class nukkad fellow from the town was making me beg for his cock. The levels of depravity I had fallen to!

I realised I had to give in. "I'm sorry, Birju..." I moaned in desperation.

"Kya kaha memsaab, mujhe sunaaye nahi diya". I turned back to see an thinly veiled evil grin playing on his lips.

"I'm sorry" I said, loudly.

"Yeh hui na baat!" "Lekin memsaab, aapko sazaa toh milni chahiye" he laughed.

I moaned expectantly as he grabbed my butt.

I was waiting for his cock to enter when he spanked me loudly. SPANK!

"Hmmmm...what are you doing?!" I groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

SPANK! SPANK!

"This is your punishment memsaab!" he muttered as he continued spanking both my butt cheeks. The spanks echoed around the room as I braced myself in pain. The bastard was taking revenge. I couldn't do anything but obediently comply.

"Kya gaand hai memsaab aapki" he said, as it jiggled from the impact.
He stopped after a minute and I again turned back expectantly. This time he didn't disappoint me.

“Ab main isse aise chodunga ki aap baar baar aap mere paas aake chodne me liye poochengi” he said, and pawed my butt roughly. "Aap apne englis me poochiye na...phack me" he laughed.

I had no option. "Birju, please fuck me" I moaned. "Please..."

Running his hands over my ass crack, he said "Ab Hindi me poochiye"

"Birjuji...please mujhe chodiye" It sounded so dirty in my anglicised Hindi. I cursed myself for putting myself in this position. I knew he was playing to the galleries. Ramu was looking at the scene in disbelief as he saw his “brother” handle this high class memsaab roughly and dominate her.

Birju did not relent immediately. Instead he parted my ass cheeks and continued grazing his hand up against my ass crack. I moaned loudly. At least this was better than the harsh spanking, I thought. The whole set up was so kinky and erotic that I thrust my ass back even more so that he got better access to my ass crack! Birju obliged and ran his hand all the way down to my pussy and roughly grabbed it.

"Hmmmm"

After a few seconds, he slowly started fingering it. This was mind blowing!
After priming my pussy with his fingers, Birju aligned his rock hard dick against my cunt and started pushing it in. He groaned as my tight pussy enveloped his cock.

“Mmmmm….push it in…slowly” I whispered huskily.
I could feel his dick sending waves of pleasure across my lower body as he pushed it in. Within seconds, he was completely in. My cunt was filled with his cock. After pausing for a briefly while, he started slowly thrusting in and out. It was awesome feeling!

“Mmmmm….keep doing that…just like that” I moaned.

"Memsaab aap jab aise bolti hai....toh bahut achcha lagta hai" he said, as he licked my bare back.

Gradually, he picked up pace and soon we were thrusting against each other vigorously.

“Aaaaah…aaah….aaah” I hollered as he pounded me. My boobs were swinging from his vigorous thrusts.

"Ah ah ah ah ah" I gurgle in the throes of pleasure as he fucked me at an even pace.

After a couple of minutes, he moved his hands from my waist and started fondling my tits.

I was getting pleasured through my vagina and nipples now. It was amazing and I was building up to an explosive release.

“Mmmmm…Birju…Aaaaah…Birju” I moaned. His cock twitched inside me as I took his name loudly.

He increased his pace and banged me even harder as I neared my orgasm. The musky scent of sex and the sound of his hard thighs slapping against my fleshy ass filled the air.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…” His cock was pummeling me now as he grabbed my tits and pinched my nipples roughly.

"Ummm...aaaah...mmmmm"

I shuddered to a breath taking orgasm as he continued to ride me. He pulled out and shot his thick load over my ass as I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. My knees had gone weak from the rapid fucking and my body was numb from the overload of pleasure I had just experienced. It was one of the best fucking I had ever gotten. I exhaled heavily "Oh my god! Fuck!" The last time I was so thoroughly fucked was probably by this jock I dated in college who kept me awake all night once.

Birju plonked himself next to me, his breathing heavy from the sex. Ramu slowly put on his clothes and sauntered off to a different room.

As Birju curled up next to me, I was thinking how all my previous encounters with the nukkad guys including Birju was focused on quickly pleasuring them. It was never focussed on my sexual needs. Although I found the encounters thrilling due to their taboo nature, I was often left high and dry by the whole "wham bam, thank you ma'am" way in which things happened. Whereas this was different. It felt raw and intimate. It was satisfying.

Birju felt the same way. He turned towards me and softlwhispered into my ear

“Memsaab?”

“Hmmm?” I murmured softly, still reeling from the aftermath of our toe curling sex.

He softly licked my earlobe and said “That was bloody unbelievable…your body is so amazing” and fondled my heaving tits gently.

I didn’t know what to say. I was not used to such gentle behaviour from a street rowdy. So I blushed a little. So far the nukkad guys had only treated me as an object of lust to satisfy their needs. But here was one of them who had not only given me one of the best orgasms of my life but had also paid me a heartfelt compliment. In that moment, I felt as if both of us were equals. We lay silently in the bed next to each other.

A few minutes later, Birju stirred and started wearing his clothes, silently. I sat up and leaned against the head rest, tired. After he was ready, Birju gave me a curt nod.

“Memsaab, I will get you more information if you need.”

“Huh? About what?”

“Your husband. If you want more information I can get it for you”

This man who was always trying to arm twist me into having sex was now voluntarily offering to give me information. The sex must have been really good, I thought to myself and smiled.

However, I didn’t care anymore. I had no locus to confront my husband after all that I had done. Yes, I could argue that the nukkad guys forced themselves on me and took advantage of me but that was only in the beginning. What had happened with Raza and the Bangladeshi workers was not without consent. What had happened today was with my total complicity. My conscience would never let me argue with that.

“That won’t be necessary Birju….” I paused for second. “Thank you for your help and keep coming here”

He smiled “Nahi memsaab…no need to thank me” “Khuda hafiz”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The nukkad guys were more restrained in their behaviour whenever I stepped out. It was probably because Birju, who was their baahubali instructed them to stay off me. I would never know and I didn't care. But I was still wary of Jamal and Shakoor Haji’s men. The repulsive way in which I was taken roughly in the SUV was still etched in my head vividly and angered me every time I thought about it. I had intention of getting embroiled in the political matters of the town and largely stayed at home busy with my coding work. They wouldn’t dare come to the house and create a scene although I didn’t put it past that conniving bastard Jamal to do anything.


On the home front, I avoided Sarita and Ranjit by bringing up some or the other excuse. While I was undoubtedly attracted to Ranjit, I was not too kicked about having lesbian experiences with Sarita. She wasn't attractive or skilled in bed. And it was risky to have a sexual relationships with your neighbours. I also found Sarita’s hypocrisy a big turn off. It was okay for her to have clandestine threesomes with me but she disapproved of even minor things such as how I dressed. I was a liberal, free thinking woman and got pissed off by such attitudes.
Atleast the nukkad guys were honest. Like dogs in heat they simply listened to their instincts.

Meanwhile, Vinay and I grew increasingly distant. This was partly because of his long work hours and partly due to my resentment towards him. Sex between us dwindled and became non-existent. He didn't have the time and I wasn't interested.

In any case, on most days, Birju would drop by. You may be wondering as to what happened after the last time we had sex, when, both of us, had a rare, intimate moment. Moments like that may have eluded our relationship but I could feel that our relationship was now palpably less tinged with the elements of class, power domination and humiliation that used to dominate my encounters with the nukkad guys.

In the absence of sex between me and my husband, I was entirely reliant on Birju for my sexual satisfaction. So I looked forward eagerly to his visits. He would visit every day, right after Vinay left and stayed till late afternoon.

At any given point during these hours, if someone were to walk into my house, they would find us both stark naked and fucking each other in some corner of the house. We could be anywhere. We did it everywhere. On the bed, bent against the dining table, on the sofa, against the kitchen platform, in the shower, and once even in the storeroom when Birju couldn’t resist himself after looking at my butt as I climbed down from the attic after retrieving something. As we became more used to each other's bodies, we sought out more adventurous ways of having sex. On some days, we would even drive off to the nearby forest and have sex in the car.

As the days went by, Birju’s lust for me only seemed to increase. He loved getting long blowjobs from me as soon as he came home. He would lounge on the divan or on the sofa as his memsaab eagerly divested him of his pyjama and wrapped her lips around his rock hard dick. As soon as Birju realized that Vinay would not be back till late in the night, the sex became less chaotic and more elaborate.
As I was saying, he would get a long relaxed blow job from me where I would lick, suck and fondle his dick and balls. After he had enough, he would signal that I jerk him off vigorously and I would promptly start sucking him harder to make him cum.

Thereafter, he would lounge and watch TV like a boss as I finished the household chores. He was quite a chatterbox and would give me all the latest gossip and political developments in the town.

After half an hour or so, he would get fidgety and find me in the kitchen. He would hug me from behind and start my nuzzling and licking my ears and neck. This usually meant round two.

He would either carry me to the bed or the sofa as he stripped me. If he was extremely horny, he would remove my clothes in the kitchen itself. This invariably happened if I wore a short skirt. He would just bend me over the kitchen platform or make me sit on it, pull up my skirt and invade my cunt.

His preferred position though was to have me on top in bed as I ground on his dick slowly. This gave him unlimited access to my shapely tits and curvy ass, which he was obsessed with. We had long sexual sessions where he would just let me sit on top of him as he fondled and enjoyed my tits.

I normally took bath after the first round of fucking. But soon Birju started joining me in the shower as well and these showers invariably led to more leisurely exploration of each other bodies. Birju took all opportunities to soap my private parts. He would throw the loofah away and start applying soap onto my body with his bare hands. “Memsaab all these loofah woofah don’t clean you properly” he would say, without even a hint of irony and start lathering me.

The leisurely exploration continued after bath when we lay in bed, together. The lovemaking became more leisurely as we had so much time on our hands. Post shower, I would normally just laze in bed as Birju ravished my body. He would suck on my breasts and lick all over my midriff. “You have sexy navel memsaab” was a constant refrain as he licked my navel. When he felt kinky, he would insist that I tie a saree, well below my hip, exposing my navel and midriff. He would then slowly unravel it and make love to me.

On the normal days he would just finger my clit and made me suck him off. One of my favourite positions was when he would make me bend and thrust my ass out and give me a long leisurely licking down there. He would run his tongue all over my ass crack and loved burying his head in my ass and licking my asshole. Then he would stimulate my cunt with a surprisingly terrific cunnilingus and get me ready for another bout of lovemaking. This would usually be the slowest and laziest of the lot, with him either spooning me from behind or with me on top (He loved that position!).

“Memsaab, if god gave me one wish, I would ask him if I can do this for the rest of my life” he would often say as I slowly ground my pussy on his penis, my thighs on his hips and his face buried in my knockers.

Birju normally left after that unless he was having an unusually slow day (or horny day) in which case we had lunch together and he would fuck me one more time as we ate or after that.

I was also addicted to his strong, muscular body, his thick beard and his ripped chest. All the nukkad guys were fit as they did a lot of physical activity. At 5 feet 8 inches, I was a tall woman but Birju’s 6 foot frame easily overshadowed mine. And I loved the way he would use it to be forceful or sensitive based on how I wanted him to.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As the days went by, Birju and I found a nice equilibrium. He would drop by for a couple of hours in the morning and we would fuck each other to our heart’s content after which I would immerse myself in work and he would get involved with his transport business. The local elections were around the corner and Birju’s transport service was in huge demand to ferry people to large public meetings addressed by representatives of the two major parties. He himself was involved in campaigning for Billa Yadav who was hoping to upstage Shakoor Haji and reclaim power once again.


Due to its strategic significance, the local elections assumed more importance and many state leaders descended on the town with their supporters every day to address gatherings. The normally idle nukkad guys were suddenly busy campaigning for their respective parties.

Vinay’s bank was now doing well in the area due to the specially tailored schemes they had launched for local traditional industries and women. The town was also famous for its bidi industry with both Shakoor Haji and Billa Yadav owning two big bidi manufacturing industries. Due to the bank’s popularity, Vinay was known to everyone around the town and was frequently invited for functions and meetings.

The new branch opening was in a couple of days’ time and the campaigning for the local elections was in full swing. As a result of which, he was a very busy man.

On one such a day, Vinay was leaving for work early and I was busy in the kitchen.

I was wearing a tank top and track pants from the night before.

“Sheetal, can you pass me my blazer and tie from the almirah, please?”

I got them for him as he put on his shoes.

“Thanks, I might be late today as well. Don’t wait up.”

“Okay. Bye, have a nice day”

And off he went. After Vinay left I changed into a black short skirt, Birju's favourite. Coupled with the skimpy tank top, I cut a fetching figure. Birju’s visits had become erratic due to the election campaign but he had promised to show up that day.

As I was collecting the clothes from the string, the doorbell rang. “Must be Birju” I thought and rushed to open the door. Instead it was someone else! It wasn’t one of the nukkad guys. In fact the roughly 30 year old man at the door was wearing a formal shirt and trousers and looked like one of the thousands of business executives you would run into in a corporate office. I stood rooted at the door, a little taken aback as I wasn’t expecting this person and looked at him enquiringly.

"Could be one of those slightly better looking sales people deputed from a nearby big town." I thought

“Hi…I am Rajesh” he said flashing a winning smile. He was a handsome guy with a smart face and broad jaw.

I could see his eyes roam subtly over the generous amount of cleavage on display. I gave him a quizzical look and internally cursed myself for wearing such a short skirt.

“You must be....Sheetal?” Again that smile.

“Yes…But I am afraid I do not quite recognize you. How can I help?”

“Ah….your husband sent me here to pick up some documents that he left behind”

“Oh alright, I'm so sorry, please come in. I thought you were a salesman” I said sheepishly. His voice somehow sounded familiar.

I invited him in and made him sit in the drawing room.

“Did he tell you how the files looked or where he kept them?”

“Uh he said it was a thick, black folder and I believe he’s left it on the tepoy in the hall”

The files were indeed on the tepoy. In the split second that I took to pick up the files and turn around towards the drawing room, I noticed him checking out my ass. It was a loose skirt but when I bent down it must have ridden up giving him a peek at my thighs.

I quickly walked upto him and handed over the files.

“Would you like some tea or a cold drink?” I offered.

“A glass of water would be great, actually”

“Sure”

I brought him some water as he flipped through the files and sat in the opposite chair.

He drank the water and we made some small talk about the bank and the new branch.

“You know its funny that you didn’t recognize me when you opened the door”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I distinctly remember speaking to you a few months back when you had called the bank number to speak to Vinay”

And that’s when it hit me! This was the same Rajesh who had taken my call when Birju and Ramu were fooling around with me.

I tried to play it cool “Hahaha, oh yes, I remember now”

He gave me a knowing smile and replied “Although I am not surprised that you didn't remember me.....you seemed to be in the middle of something at that time.”

“Heck, I was in the middle of two men trying to fend off their advances” I thought.

I was a little flustered that this man from my husband’s bank suspected something. So far I had kept my affairs to the nukkad side of town and didn’t let that side mix with my husband’s side. Yes, there was Raza, my husband’s driver but he was also essentially a nukkad guy. But this seemingly urbane man couldn’t know what his manager’s wife was upto during her leisure.

I tried my best poker impression and said “Oh yeah, something had come up after I called you. I apologise if I seemed rude”

“Oh there is absolutely no need for that” “Anyway I need to rush to office now. Vinay asked me to pick this up as your house is on my way to work” he said and got up to leave.

I saw him out and shut the door. Fuck! That was a close shave!” I cannot afford to make such rookie mistakes again. Before I could mull over it further, the doorbell rang again. This time it was Birju.

He threw me a lascivious glance as soon as I opened the door and openly checked out my boobs.

“Memsaab, you are too good. You have already made my day!” he said and picked me up. gave him a naughty smile.

He carried me straight to the bedroom and dropped me on the bed.

He took in the sight of me lying on bed, pliant and ready for fucking. My skirt had ridden up when he threw me onto the bed. He was staring at my exposed thighs.

"Lose you clothes and come here" I said, with a naughty smile.

He quickly undressed and got onto the bed next to me and pulled me into his lap. Confidently, he started kissing me.

This was fairly recent development. The kissing. Even though kissing is common in urban India, it was quite rare in towns and rural India. Even couples married for years would probably not kiss each other here. But I had initiated Birju to kissing.

He turned out to be a fast learner. He was kissing me softly and slipping his tongue in as the kissing became more and passionate. He moved his hands from my hair (always a turn on) to my shoulders and then directly onto my boobs.

"Ummm....I love what you're doing" I said breathlessly as he massaged them over the top.

I started grinding my hips against his thighs and felt his erection rub against my crotch.

He stopped kissing and tugged at my tank top. I knew what he wanted and raised my arms so that he could pull my tank top off. He threw the top away and stared at my bare boobs. In a flash he had both his palms wrapped over my tits and started fondling and playing with them. We resumed kissing, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth.

"Ummm...." His fondling was having its effect as my nipples hardened.

I held his face and guided him to my breasts. He was delighted.

I could feel my whole body pulsating as he lapped and sucked my nipples. His hands were caressing me all over my back.

"Ummm" I purred with pleasure.

I held his face and fed him my tits. He licked at the hard nipple and slowly started sucking on it. As Birju pleasured my breasts, I started grinding against his hardened cock.

"Ummmm....you're so good Birju...." I was lost in a trance.

"Your knockers are just amazing memsaab...Mmmmm"

After sucking and playing with my boobs to his heart’s content he slid my skirt up and guided his cock into my sopping cunt.

"Ungh...aaah" I gurgled in pleasure at the pleasant invasion. Soon I was impaled fully and started grinding on top. I pushed him back and started riding him...

"Oh fuck...nice..oh fuck...aaah" I mewled

Birju stimulated me further by massaging my ass and playing with my clit as I rode him. After a while, I dropped onto my elbows and started thrusting vigorously.

My nipples were getting tingled by his hairy chest. Birju kneaded my ass as I rose and fell, his balls thumping against my loins. I pulled him into a passionate kiss, sucking and biting his lips. Seeing my lust sent him into overdrive.

He rolled on top and started banging me. Hard. I locked my legs around his hips to brace his onslaught.

"Unnnhhh....ahh aaah" I moaned continuously without a care in the world. I badly needed this after a sexless week.

“Fuck me Birju…Aaaaah”

He acknowledged me with a grunt and powered his rod into me like a jackhammer. There was a power cut every morning and both of us were hot and heavy from the sex. The sound of our sweaty bodies colliding rent the air.

After a few minutes, Birju unlocked my legs and pushed my thighs back against my stomach. He was giving himself complete access to my pussy. It would have been obscene for any onlooker to see my curvy ass and thighs folded onto my tummy exposing my gaping cunt and asshole.

Birju leered at my exposed crotch. He ran his fingers over my loins. I squirmed in arousal as he started fingering my asshole and slowly pushing a finger inside inside. As he fingered my asshole, he dropped down and flicked his tongue at my exposed vagina.

"Hmmmm...fuck! Keep doing that!" I moaned

He chuckled and started flicking his tongue up and down my vagina and all the way to my asshole.

No one, not even Vinay had pleasured me like this. It was downright dirty and incredibly arousing.

I pushed his face towards my cunt. He tongued my slit and settled down into sucking on my clit.

“Mmmmm…keep sucking…keep sucking” I could sense an orgasm coming.

Birju started sucking rapidly around my clit as I built up to a release.

“Aaaaah Birju……Unghh….this is amazing” I screamed.

Soon I came to a spectacular orgasm. “Hmmmmm…..”

Even as I was recovering from it, Birju moved my legs apart, held me by my hips and rammed his cock in and started fucking me at tremendous speed.

"Oh fuck, fuck fuck...aaahhh"

Soon he was building up to his own orgasm and started grunting.

The speed at which he was pistoning me was shaking my entire body. The sound of his balls and thighs slapping against my butt filled the room

"Unnnn....ahahahaha" an involuntary moan escaped my mouth.

Intermittently he kneaded my swinging melons and slapped my butt. This turned me on further. I grabbed his ass and raked my fingers on his body.

It was so intense that soon both of us were coming in unison.

"Aaaahhhh...."

Birju collapsed on top of me, spent, his cock still spurting cum deep inside my cunt. His head was nestled against my neck as I was panting from the amazing fucking I had just received. Both of us were drenched in sweat.

I couldn't take his weight after a while and signalled to him to get off me. He rolled over and I turned towards him and nestled into his right arm.

"Oh fuck...thank you for that" I said, and kissed his cheek.

He looked at me and grinned, softly playing with my nipples. He bent down and kissed them lightly. I lazily fondled his cock which lay limply against his thigh. Life was good.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A couple of days later when I was busy with my coding work, sometime in the afternoon, the doorbell rang. It was too early for Vinay and a little late for Birju. Wondering who it could be, I put on a open sweatshirt over my tank top and sauntered to the front door. It was Ranjit.


"Ranjit, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to find out why you've been avoiding me these days. You had your fun
for as long as you wanted..."

He barged in and seemed about to fly into a rage.

"Ranjit please don't yell…why don't you sit….Would you like to drink something?"

I went to the kitchen to get him some water. I handed him a glass of water and sat
next to him wondering what this man wanted now. My life seemed to be back on track. My coding work was going well and the election kept the nukkad guys away from me. The last thing I wanted was a vengeful neighbour out to destroy the peace.

Ranjit put the glass down and looked at me, his eyes roaming over my face and dropping down slowly to my cleavage. I was wearing a modest tank top that covered my assets fully but their size always stood out. I had an inkling of what he wanted but I did not want another dalliance in my life.

Mustering some courage I said "Ranjit I think its best if we don't continue our relationship anymore. Its far too much trouble…"

It indeed was. While I did enjoy the clandestine fuck sessions he, Sarita and I were having, there was far too much scrutiny from his in laws. I was yet to warm upto Sarita as a sexual partner and the couple usually foisted themselves as a combo pack. Plus now I had a great lover in Birju who was also less intrusive and minded his business.

In a rough tone, he accosted me "Why are you pretending as if you don't like it?"

"And Sarita tells me you've been banging some local goon….It’s not as if you have changed your ways and become a devoted wife"

I had no answer to this. Even as I was thinking of a response, he pulled down his pants and pulled out his dick. Before I could object to this bizarre turn of events he grabbed my hand and made hold his dick.

“Ranjit, no! What are you doing?!” I tried to pull my hand away but he held it in place, roughly.

He moved in to kiss me but I resisted.

"No Ranjit. Please don’t do this!"

The struggle continued like this. He wrapped his hand around in and kept pumping his dick as he tried to grab my body.

He gave up on the grabbing after a while

"But Sheetal….do you not like me….Why are you doing this…You fucking slut! You bang those riff raff assholes on the street but you have a problem with me?"

My resistance had confused him and couldn’t take it anymore.

He pulled my hand off his dick which was semi erect now. Good, he will probably yell for a while and leave, I thought.

"Its not you Ranjit. I just….I just don't want any complications in my life"

"So now that you've found a new fuck buddy, that’s it?" He sneered.
I thought for a moment. Perhaps it was better to lay it out frankly.

"Listen, I don't like the scrutiny that I am subjected to by your family. And that will only increase manifold whenever you come here. I don't want to live in a cloud of suspicion so close to house. I don’t want Vinay to suspect anything because the aunty next door is bitching about me to even the vegetable vendor on the road. And I don't like it with Sarita. I mean ....I just don't think I'm a lesbian"

He looked at me funnily. He probably wasn’t expecting me to be this frank. I didn’t care. Truth be told I did like it when my men were rough with me and subjugated me but this whole family business was just not working for me.

An awkward silence permeated the air as Ranjt processed what I said. He still had his dick out and we were having this serious conversation.

Just for a moment I thought he was being sympathetic as he listened to me patiently.

"That won't be a problem. Trust me. And we can meet without Sarita. Honestly having her around is a bit of a distraction. “I have always….” He looked at my tits.
“I have always wanted to have your sexy body all to myself" He gave me a sheepish smile.

This threw me off. I didn’t expect him to give in so easily. I thought he would make a big scene and leave but he was willing to keep Sarita out. I had no bargaining chip left. He had caught my bluff. Was it possible? I don’t know but now that Sarita was out of the picture, it was worth I try. Am I being too naughty? I thought.

As I was lost in my thoughts, he grabbed my hand, once again, and wrapped them around his cock.

“Ranjit, please don’t do this…let me…let me think”

“Mmmmm….Sheetal” he groaned as he made me pump his cock. “There is nothing to think…”

I was caught in a conflict. He left my hands and grabbed me roughly. I was a tall woman and he was about the same height but he was bulkier and stronger. He pulled my sweat shirt off and slid the strap of my tank top off, exposing my left boob. He grabbed it with his free hand and started squeezed it hard.

“Owww!” I tried to resist with my free hand. “Ranjit, fucking stop!” I cried. His rough treatment had rekindled old memories of being taken against my will. I was confused. Did I like this? Was I actively seeking out rough treatment from my men?

He held me in place and made me pull back his foreskin to reveal his pink crown as he slid the other strap off. The tank top slid down to my waist leaving me completely topless! He left my hand and mauled both my tits roughly, squeezing them and tugging at the nipples.

“Ouch…owww!” I cried as the pain shot through my body. I pulled my hand back from his dick and tried to fight him off.

“Ranjit! Please fucking stop!” I yelled.
From the corner of my eye, I could see that cis cock was rock hard now and glistening with pre-cum.

“Fucking slut! You wear skimpy clothes, seduce men and then pretend to be all coy. I am going to show you how sluts like you need to be treated” he yelled, as he grabbed me from running away from the sofa. My mind was muddled. I didn’t know whether I wanted this although I knew that I had no choice but to comply. Ranjit’s rage was scary.

He made me climb onto his lap. He grabbed the end of my tank top and pulled it off completely. I normally didn’t wear a bra at home as I was involved in household stuff or coding and it got really hot during afternoons. But men usually mistook it and took me for an immoral slut in this town.

“You don’t even wear a bra inside. And you pretend as if you are a sati savitri” he murmured as he wrapped his hands around them, assessing their size and firmness. He raved about their size and firmness before burying his face against them. Finally!

He was less rough in his treatment if I complied. So I reluctantly gave in.

He nuzzled against my cleavage and tried to take a whole boob inside his mouth. This sent a jolt of thrill down my body. He plundered and mauled my boobs to his heart's content as I involuntarily started grinding on his cock. My track pants and panties were in the way but I could feel his erection strongly. I was getting turned on even against my will!

“I knew you were cock loving slut….It’s not even been a minute and have already started grinding against my dick”

"Aaah" a moan escaped from me as he encircled his tongue around my nipple and sucked on it hard. Seeing my reaction, he sucked on it and blew air on it. I cooed.

"You have the perfect nipples, Sheetal. Round, pink and perfect" he said as he munched on them.

"Mmmm" I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up for a passionate kiss. If he was going to be rough, I might as well play along. I ran my fingers through his hair and caressed his neck as we kissed briefly. Men usually liked that and he gasped.

“I see you have come around” he sneered in between the kissing. He bit my lips and sucked on them wildly. “Aaaah…fuck” I moaned in pain and pleasure.

I pushed him back and moved in for the kill. I unbuttoned his shirt and sucked on his puckered nipple....I deliberately trailed my fingers cross his chest and along the underside of his penis which was wedged between my loins. He gasped audibly as I grabbed his dick. I moved to his other nipple and cupped his balls in my hand.

"Aaaahh Sheetal…I knew you were a slut at heart...I knew you couldn’t resist my cock…”

I moved back to his dick and started pumping it.

“Mmmm I love what you're doing…Jerk me off like that"

I slid down from his lap and tugged at his pants. He lifted his ass to free them and I pulled them off completely. His cock stood proudly in the late afternoon light. I pulled the foreskin back and lightly fondled it all over.
Instinctively, I bent and took it into my mouth without much thinking.

“Oh god, Sheetal…Mmmm” he caressed my hair as I bobbed up and down his dick. I felt it hardening rapidly in my mouth.

"Aaaah nice...keep doing that" he murmured staring at my huge tits.

I pumped his cock, slowly at first, and increasing in pace.

"Mmmmm....keep doing that...your hands are magical" he whispered and threw his head back to enjoy it.

I wrapped my lips around his crown and sucked on it.

This was too much for him. "Aaaa sheetal...your lips are so sexy and fuckable"
He grabbed my head and pushed his cock deeper. I knew what he wanted. But before I could respond, he held my head and started fucking my mouth.

“Unnngghh….Aaaah” I gurgled, as he deep throated me. “Fucking cum hungry cock slut…Aaaaah….Take this” he screamed as he kept fucking me.
He slid one hand onto my hanging boobs and squeezed them hard.

“Fuck!” I couldn’t even scream in pain or pleasure as his cock filled my mouth like a fat sausage.

"Mmmm.....you suck like a slut Sheetal….Mmmm…..and your knockers are so fucking juicy and firm…." He kept mauling my tits as I sucked his dick.
He was never this vocal before. Part of the thrill for every man in this town who had slept with me was the taboo nature of the sex. The fair and pretty high class memsaab. The bank manager's wife. I was at the top of the pecking order in the power spectrum. So it was thrilling for every man to strip me and make me suck their dicks while the poor husband was away, toiling somewhere. It blew their minds that behind the prim exterior that I projected, I was exceedingly slutty and depraved.

Ranjit held my head and fucked my head harder as he approached his orgasm. He roughly thrust into my mouth more and more forcefully. I didn't want him to cum yet so I pulled off from his crotch and quickly got completely naked and jumped onto his lap.

He looked at me in delight as I stripped. “I knew you wanted this, you slut.” He licked his lips as I tugged my tracks off and exposed my shaved cunt.
He grabbed my waist as I placed his cock in position. He thrust into my wet opening.

“Ummmm…fuck!” I moaned in pleasure as the cock went past my opening. He groaned in pleasure. “Your cunt is sooo tight Sheetal, as always”.

Soon we were both thrusting in tandem, his cock pleasuring the deep corners of my cunt. I rode him like a possessed woman, bouncing on his hard cock and he reciprocated by licking and biting my tits. I bit his ears, he sucked my neck, I sucked on his lips, he grabbed my ass...we were a hot mess.

His thrusts became more and more aggressive. “You like that Sheetal…You like my fat cock inside your cunt?” he whispered as I bounced on his cock.

“Yes!...”Oh yes….you fuck so gooood” I moaned, deliriously, completely oblivious to the fact that I did not want this in the first place.

“Oh fuck! I’m going to cum” he groaned.

He became wilder as we were lost in the sea of pleasure. He groped and slapped my round ass as he rode to his orgasm.

I kept riding him hard as he spurted cum inside me and soon moaned to a spectacular orgasm. I embraced him tightly as I came.

I shuddered in his arms, sweat dripping from my face onto my boobs and further down. No doubt he found it erotic to find me embracing him, fully naked in his arms. I collapsed into his arms resting my face on his sweaty shoulders. His face was nestled in my cleavage. I was panting from the vigorous fucking and could feel his stubble graze against my tits. His arms, which were tightly locked around my waist loosened and rested on my ass.

What had started out against my will had become a full blown fuck session. There is a tentativeness that creeps into our actions after passionate sex.It was the same with the men from this town be it Raza, Birju or Ranjit. They took all the liberties they wanted with my body during sex - they fondled me and caressed me in the most intimate ways possible, exercised ownership over me - but once the act was done, they became shy and bashful. So I usually took on the mantle of breaking the awkwardness.

I kissed Ranjit's shoulders softly and tousled his hair. I could feel a shudder go down his spine as I did this. Good. As a finishing touch I snaked my tongue into his ear and said "You fucked me so good, Ranjit. I loved it"

I immediately felt his dick, which was till then limply resting against my thighs, begin to harden and poke against my thighs. Ranjit moaned softly as I kissed and licked his ear. The trick was to let them down softly. Overdo it and you may just have readied them for another round of fucking which, trust me, was not a bad outcome! But right now, it was almost close to evening and I didn't want Vinay to walk in with me naked in the arms of our neighbour!

So I got off his lap and started putting on my tank top with a sense of urgency.

"Mmmm….what’s the hurry…get back here you sexy minx..." He tried to grab me and I wriggled off his advances.

"My husband may be back anytime soon. You should leave soon" I said,
Disappointment was writ large on his face.

"C'mon just five minutes" He sidled close to me and started nuzzling my neck and playing with my boobs over the tank top.

"No Ranjit" "I don't want your wife suspecting about us also. If you want this to continue without any repercussions, you need to go" I said, and stood up to put on my track pants. Which turned out to be a mistake. He grabbed me by my hips and buried his face in my ass crack, his hands fondling my butt feverishly.

"Mmmmm….your ass is so smooth Sheetal. So big and yet so firm. Remind me to take good care of it next time" he muttered, as he motorboated my ass.

"Aaaah" an involuntary moan escaped from me as he reached my clit from under with his fingers.

I resisted the urge to give in and pushed his face away.

"Ranjit, please...listen to me. Don't make me push you away. I like you and I like this but we can't risk being caught like this. It would be very tough for me to explain to my husband...and you to your wife"

"She won't know anything. Whiny little bitch. I wish I had married a sexy woman like you. I wouldn't have let you out of bed"
I smiled at him. "Sure" I could feel him staring at my butt as I pulled my tracks on. Even though I could have faced him, I turned around so that he could get an eyeful of my butt. Let him remember that!

"Now leave!"

Sulkingly, he put on his clothes. His dick was truly magnificent. Naughty thoughts crept into my head as he put on his clothes and I tidied up the sofa.

He quietly picked up his stuff.

"I'll see you tomorrow" I said. His sulk slowly turned into a smile "What time?"

"I don't know. Same time? Earlier would be better" I said with a naughty smile.

"I’ll come in the morning then?"

I forgot he was businessman with flexible timings.

I slid close to him and ran my hand over his dick. "The earlier the better"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Vinay got home immediately after Ranjit left. Thank god I packed him off. Late that night, as I lay in bed trying to find sleep, my thoughts drifted to the two lovers in my life. If I did it right, Ranjit could fill in the void left by Birju being busy. I realised the extent of my horniness only after Birju became busy. I was insatiable and craved for a good fucking every single day. Was I a sex addict? I don't know, but yeah, Ranjit was a good addition to my routine. The sex usually took the edge off the rest of the day for me and allowed me to work peacefully. So this was good. I still had to think of whether to tell Birju about my renewed liaison with Ranjit before he invariably found out. I'll take care of it. Anyway no one except my husband expects me to be exclusive to them in this town anyway, I smirked. And drifted off into sleep.


Vinay left early next day. The new branch was going to open soon so his schedule was hectic. Within 10 minutes, there was a knock on the back door. It was Ranjit.

"This early?" I said, opening the door.

"Couldn't wait especially after seeing you this sexy nightie." He must seen me when I was kissing Vinay goodbye.

"And what did you tell your wife?"

"Arre I don't owe her an explanation. She doesn't have the balls to ask me where I'm going. My house, my rules"

Like all men around the nukkad, Ranjit behaved like the alpha male, chauvinistic and arrogant. That he showed some respect towards me was because I was a privileged woman.This used to bother me earlier but now I had dealt with it so often that I was inured to such blatant misogyny.

So I didn't say anything and simply shut the door after he snuck in. He immediately lunged at me and started kissing me.

I was taken aback but slowly warmed up to his kissing and reciprocated. His technique was not great. He slobbered and licked my lips. But his hands were effective. He grabbed and fondled my ass skilfully. I was wearing my noodle straps nightie which ended at my thighs.

He lifted the nightie up and inserted his hands into my panties making direct contact with my naked ass. The fondling resumed as he clashed his tongue with mine and sucked on my lips.

"Mmmm....let's go in" I led the way..

I decided to give him a bit of show and bent in front of him and slowly pulled down my panties. I must have given him a tantalising glimpse of my partially covered butt.

"I love your butt Sheetal...so curvy and smooth.."

He was close enough to start grinding against me.

"Mmmm....and your dick is no less heavenly Ranjit" I said sliding my hands over his pants.

Instead of the sofa I led him to the master bedroom. I could sense what he was thinking. No married woman would cheat on her husband on the marital bed. But I couldn't care less. I made him sit on the bed and started unbuckling his pants. I caught a glimpse of his semi erect manhood in his boxers. I was on the floor on my knees and between his legs. I ran hands lightly over the boxers.

This quickened his breathing. I looked up to see him staring at my ample cleavage.
I pulled his boxers down exposing his magnificent erect dick. Even as I looked at him I wrapped my hands eagerly around it and started pumping it. Immediately he started moaning

"Mmmm...you slut! Keep doing that...aaah"

After pumping his cock and fondling his balls, I took his erection in my mouth and gave it a thorough licking. I pulled back his foreskin and ran my tongue around the crown. Then I wiggled my tongue on his piss slit (men go crazy about this) and used my hands to fondle his balls and thighs.

"Aaah you're amazing....keep sucking....suck my balls"

I obediently licked his balls and sucked on each of them.

"Mmmm...now take my cock in your mouth"

I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked up and down.

"Aaaa....keep doing that"

I varied my pace, sometimes sucking vigorously and sometimes stopping to just let my tongue roll around his beautiful cock. From not liking it at all, I had become a expert cock sucker.

"You are so good Sheetal...fuck..." he murmured as I sucked his pre-cum.
He grabbed my head and started thrusting his dick in energetically.

"Mmmmm fuck"

I could hear gagging wet noises escaping from my mouth as he fucked my mouth.

"AAA aaaa AAA" he moaned rhythmically.

"I'm coming Sheetal....I'm gonna cum in your slutty mouth" he held my head in place, his cock deep in my mouth as his seed spurted into my mouth with great force.

"Aaaaaaaaaa fuck....that was so good, so good"

I climbed on the bed and sat next to him as he lay on it panting from the great blowjob he just got.

After a minute he got up and started putting on his pants..

"Wait you're leaving?"

"Yeah I told Sarita that I'm going for a walk and would be back soon" So much for all that bravado about being the alpha male in the house. I knew he was a pussy in front of his wife.

I felt betrayed that he used me for his satisfaction and was fucking off home. But I didn't say anything.

After he left, I took bath and started working. Then I had lunch and since it was an unusually hot day, decided to take a nap. As I was about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the back door. I peered through the window curtains to see Ranjit pacing around anxiously.

"Listen you can't drop by anytime you want" I said opening the door. Time to put him in his place.

"Hey I'm sorry for this morning.....I had to rush because Sarita would get suspicious"

I didn't say anything. So he paused for a second and said "I had come with the intention of having sex but the blowjob was so great that I couldn't control myself"

"Okay" I said non-commitally.

He stood next to me and tried kissing my face. He started smooching my lips but I didn't participate enthusiastically. But again a thought crossed my head. Sulking around would not get me anything so I decided to make the most of it. I pushed his face back and walked towards the bedroom. He followed behind me. I took my t shirt and bra off as I went and lay down on the bed.

Ranjit stared at my tits as he stood at the foot of the bed.

"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to do something?"

Quietly he started undressing. He was down to his boxers when I said

"Good, now come suck my pussy"

I looked into his eyes as I spread my legs and pulled my skirt up. He stared at my exposed shaved pussy for a second, probably bewildered at the way I was instructing him.

Nevertheless, he got onto the bed and between my legs.

"Your wish is my command Sheetal" he said and put his head between my thighs.

"Mmmm" "That's lovely" I moaned as he ran the tip of his tongue up and down my slit.

A low thrum of pleasure shot through my body as Ranjit spread my cunt and started licking my labia. Amidst all the fucking, I hadn't been licked down there in a while. It had almost slipped my mind as to how outrageously pleasurable this was.

I started moaning with increasing loudness as Ranjit serviced my cunt. He was skillful and varied his strokes.

"Mmmmm ooooh my god...fuck....fuck...ungh"

I wrapped my legs around his head and pulled him deeper as he licked my clit.

"Oh yeah...oh yeah...keep licking there"
My horniness made him wild.

I was awash in pleasure now as he moved my legs apart and was rimming my asshole.

"Fuck! Oh fuck!"

It was kinky as hell and I was damn close to an orgasm as he licked and sucked my cunt and asshole in large brisk strokes.

I could sense that as the cunnilingus progressed he was also getting horny.

"Your cunt is so tasty Sheetal...." he murmured as he slurped on my loins.

"Hmmm"

He flipped me over and made me jut out my ass.

"Mmmm your ass is so sexy Sheetal" "I want to do so many things to it...."

It must be a massive turn on for him to see my flaring voluptuous ass presented to him.

I looked over my shoulder as he resumed licking my asshole.

"Unnngh...aaaaaaa...oiuma....fuck!"

It was downright kinky. His face was buried in my butt, his hands squeezing my butt cheeks as he nuzzled my exposed asshole.

"Uunnngh...massage my cunt" I whispered
His fingers found my clit even as he continued rimming my asshole.
After awhile as I was nearing my orgasm he stopped and leered at me.

"Not so soon slut....I'm going to fuck your gorgeous ass now"

He dropped his boxers and revealed his rock hard dick. I moaned at its sight. He positioned himself behind me and rammed his dick in.

"Oooh fuck!"
Within seconds I was coming.

"Oh my god! Aaaaaa"

He held my hips and continued to piston my pussy from behind. I was a hot mess, still reeling from my massive orgasm as he briskly fucked me. I could hear his thighs and balls slapping against my ass "thap...thap....thap..."

He paused and made me arch my back. Then he grabbed my tits from behind and resumed fucking...soon I was building to my next orgasm as he squeezed them roughly and pinched my nipples.

"Mmmmm....ah ah ah ah". I was moaned.

"Oh sheetal....ummm" he moaned as my cunt enveloped his dick every time he slid in...

"So fucking good sheetal" he grunted.

He flipped me over again and resumed fucking me in missionary style. My legs were straight up in the air as he fucked me. His balls slapped against my ass as his sweat dripped onto my boobs.

"Aaaaaah so good....keep doing that"
He was nearing his orgasm

"Your pussy so fucking good...so smooth and tight...fuck"

I was building up to my second one....

"Ungghh...keep fucking me....I'm about to come...mmmm"

I was lost in a erotic trance as the waves of pleasure kept increasing in intensity.
Within seconds he came inside me with a loud grunt even as I quaked to an earth shattering orgasm.

He stopped thrusting and fell on top of my sweaty, satiated body and kissed my cheek.

After a few seconds, I whispered "That was really good" and licked his ear.

His dick, which lay softly on my thigh, twitched at the erotic overture.
I continued to lick his ear and ruffle his hair as he lay on top of me and soon his dick was fully erect. I pushed him off my body and climbed on top. He looked at me with a mixture is surprise and lust as I ground my pussy against his cock.
Within seconds,his cock was embedded in my pussy as I fucked him leisurely. This time there was no hurry and I wanted to savour the luxurious pleasure that was sweeping through me as I ground against him. He ran his fingers across my body, over my hanging boobs, navel, trailing my thighs and holding onto my ass.

He was entranced by my boobs as I slowly increased the pace of fucking. He pulled me onto his body and explored my mouth with a deep kiss. Then in a sudden move he rolled over and got on top.

On top he quickened the pace of sex by thrusting harder.

"Unnngh....a.a.a.a.a.a.a" I moaned as I built up to another orgasm

I slapped his ass and wrapped my legs around him as he fucked me hard.
Soon he was grunting. "Fuck you're such an insatiable slut....I love you and your body"

The dull sound of his balls slapping against my ass and the musky odour of sex filled the air.

I came before he did to a terrific orgasm.

Within seconds he pulled out and spurted cum all over my tits. It wasn't a lot but I was taken aback by his lewdness. I grabbed his cock and sucked on it, cleaning off the remnants. It was his time to be taken aback at the candid way in which I was sucking him.

"Aaah you fucking slut....you're so good" he moaned as I cleaned him up.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

And so it continued. As Birju became increasingly preoccupied with the local elections, Ranjit and I continued to fuck clandestinely in the house behind both our spouses' back. As time goes by, sex with the same person becomes routine and need based. The newness in the sexual encounter dissipates. And becomes solely driven by sexual pleasure.


Ranjit would drop by everyday in the morning telling his wife that he was going to work. Since he travelled a lot as a businessman this was not tough to pull off. However after a few days, I started getting dirty looks from Sarita and her mother in law whenever I stepped out of the house. I realised that they must have figured out where Ranjit was going every day. It was difficult to keep anything a secret in this town leave alone the fact that you were banging the hot memsaab next door. But this had no impact on Ranjit's libido. I was officially the "other woman" in their marriage and women like Sarita had any control over what their husband could or could not do.

A few minutes after he left his house there would be a knock on my back door.
I tried to spice up our encounters by wearing different outfits at his request. He was usually delighted to see me in a western outfit, be it a skirt or a summer dress. Unsurprisingly, this was common for even the nukkad guys. I was happy to wear them for someone's pleasure because I would dare not wear them while going out.

One time I wanted to try out something that I had one long time back with one of my boyfriends. I wore a tight white shirt with a V neck, just put on a couple of buttons and tied the loose ends in a knot just below my breasts.The entire swathe of my sexy midriff was enticingly bared and my huge tits were barely contained in the shirt, showing off a voluptuously hot cleavage. I topped off the outfit with a tiny skirt which ended mid thigh.

When Ranjit entered the house, he couldn't believe his eyes. In the next hour he ravished me relentlessly, starting off frantically on the couch and ending in a lustful bout of lovemaking on the bed.

The sex was a sort of validation for me. Stuck in this godforsaken town, adrift from any sort of action, I had started develop body image issues. I was a tall and curvy woman. I was fit. But the lack of physical activity that kept me busy in Mumbai meant that I put on some weight. All too often Vinay would dismiss it as a trifling concern, that I was fine and over thinking stuff. I had a flat tummy in Bombay which had accumulated some fat. It gave a sexy appeal but in my head I was getting fat. My boobs and butt became slightly heavier. But as I was fighting these issues by trying to work out at home, sex with random men was the saviour.

To see men drool over my body, to see them crave for my boobs and hunger for my ass, to see their lustful eyes follow my naked body as I walked around the house after sex....all this was validation for me. In my solitude I resented Vinay for depriving me of a good life. I took refuge in sex.

Unmindful of how this would all end, I had dived head long into a series of sexual relationships that could completely devastate my domestic life. The web of list that I had created was too complex to untangle and make sense of. Sex gave me true happiness. Servicing men while on my knees or getting fucked while bent over at the table gave me the kind of highs that carried me through what had essentially become a boring life. In any case, it was too late to pull out now.

On one such days, I was feeling stifled at home and decided to step out of the house for some fresh air. There was no plan as such. I just wanted to drive around. Mindful of the antisocial elements that had preyed on me in the past, I wore a modest yellow kurta and the baggiest pair of jeans I owned. The drive to the market was uneventful and built up some confidence in me. On a whim, I parked at the local shopping centre next to the market and went in to do some window shopping.

I gazed past the windows looking at the colourful clothes on the mannequins. Most of the shops were crowde with people coming in from the adjacent villages and small towns for the large public gatherings. I wandered around and instinctively ducked into an empty-ish store. This one had branded clothing and barely had any people inside it. A '. man who was sitting at the cash counter welcomed me inside with a smile and guided me to the women's section. He was ruggedly built and had a slight resemblance to someone I had seen before although I couldn't place the resemblance. Despite his burly pathan like build, he had a pleasant handsome face. "Memsaab, we have newly opened our store and we are glad to have you here"

A sales boy rushed towards me eagerly to help but I waved him off and told him I was just looking. He went back and stood behind the counter. The shop had two floors and the women's section was on the second floor.

I didn't need anything particularly so I wandered around aimlessly.

I was looking at the jeans section when I felt someone tap on my shoulder. It was the owner who was sitting downstairs behind the cash counter. I turned around and looked at him enquiringly. Usually, men in such small towns didn't even touch their wives in public so the tap on the shoulder was unusual.

"Memsaab can I help you?"

"No thank you, I'm just looking around" I smiled.

"We have some clothes that would suit you really well" he said this without a hint of insinuation so I decided to humour him. It seemed like a new store and I put down the owner's overzealousness down to his enthusiasm to generate some business.

"Sure you can show me the clothes"

"Ma'am, right this way"

I walked behind him. He guided me to the western tops sections. He started picking out a selection of clothes despite my protestations that it was unnecessary as they were all hanging from the display and I could pick something out if I liked it. He wouldn't listen and soon had pulled some five tops out. He held them up for me to see. They were actually nice, casual tops with pretty prints. I took a dark blue frilly top from his hand.

"Where's the changing room?" I asked.

"Right there in the corner ma'am" he pointed.

I went into the room and changed into the blue top. It was a sleeveless top but modest at that with a high neck. The room was equipped with mirrors on all sides and was well lit, a marked difference from the other stores. I was impressed.
I heard a knock on the door "Ma'am is the fit all right?"
I was slightly amused by this overzealous salesman.

"Yes the fit is perfect" I yelled out.

I changed into my yellow kurta and went back out. I saw the disappointment in his eyes as I stepped out. He probably wanted to see me in the blue sleeveless top.
I handed him the top and asked him to keep it aside.

"Ma'am would you like to see some sundresses? Right this way, ma'am"

He was like a relentless Duracell bunny.

I humoured him and went to the bunch of sundresses hanging in display. My eyes immediately fell on a pretty floral print sun dress. I decided to try it out and headed to the changing room.

It was a snug fit for my body. The next size would be too loose I thought as I saw peered at myself in the mirrors. It accentuated my boobs well and hugged my curves. Maybe I should go for the next one, I thought.

"Do you have the next size for this?" I yelled, knowing he would be standing outside.

"I do ma'am, but I gave you the same size as the blue top. Would you mind stepping out so that I could tell if you need the next size?"

Without thinking much, I opened the door.

"What's your name BTW?" I asked.

"Asif Khan, ma'am"

He had the license to stare at me now and he made full use of it, staring at my exposed arms (it was a noodle strap) and tightly covered boobs. He motioned me to turn around and stared at my arse for a good 15 seconds before I turned back blushing. He averted his eyes as if he wasn't looking.

"I think I need the next size" I said

"Nahi memsaab, this is fine. Its meant to be worn like this" he offered.
On a whim, I asked him to show me the dresses he had. I thought I would buy a little black dress and surprise Ranjit one day. All my LBDs were packed away in a suitcase in Bombay.

His eyes lit up when I asked for dresses.

"This way ma'am" he motioned eagerly.

I immediately found what I was looking for. It was quite revealing but nothing you would not see in a night club. It was a halter neck black dress which ended in a frilly skirt 2 inches above the knees. It screamed naughty and I loved it. I just had to check the size and we were good to go. I imagined any man's eyes popping if they saw me in that dress.

I got rid of my yellow top and jeans and put on the dress. The halter neck provided D cup support so I unhooked my bra as well. The dress fit perfectly! It exposed a large amount of cleavage with the halter ending after my cleavage. The skirt showed off my shapely legs and a bit of thighs to perfection. I was looked forward to wearing this at a cocktail party or for a night of clubbing in Bombay.

Then I noticed that the back was unzipped. Damn! What if it was too tight after zipping it up. With the kind of boobs I had this was always a possibility. I was torn between calling Asif in to zip up the dress and dropping the idea of buying this dress. I loved it way too much to not buy it and I heard myself open the door and call out to Asif.

He was standing right there and came to the door immediately. "Yes ma'am"

"Umm Asif, could you please help me with the zip on this one?" I asked, tentatively, still wondering whether this was a good idea. Relying on the better nature of the men in this town had never been good for me. But this Asif chap seemed like a decent enough fellow.

I could see him barely suppress his joy as I requested for his help. "Definitely, ma'am"

I opened the door completely and turned around. I could see his jaw drop as his eyes fell on my bare back. He probably didn't realise but I could see his reaction in the mirror in front of me. By my estimation the zipper ended just above my butt and could be pulled up till above my breasts (behind my back). Asif took five whole seconds before he put his hand on the zip and started pulling it up. In between I could see him steal glances at my breasts and cleavage in the mirrors placed all around us. He was probably standing too close to me and I suddenly felt something poke against my butt. "Damn it" I instantly realised that enlisting Asif's help had been a bad idea.

I felt Asif's fingers deliberately trail over my exposed back (after zipping). Very aware of my precarious situation and how this could play out, I was thinking of ways in which I could make a quick exit. Before the situation got out of hand, I turned around and coolly thanked him.

"Thank you, Asif". I moved to close the door against him when he stopped me.

Fuck, now what.

" Ma'am, let me see if it fits you properly" He stepped into the trial room and ogled at my cleavage.

Dammit! Now I couldn't shut the door. I was planning to quickly change into my baggy clothes and make a quite exit.

"You look very sexy, ma'am. Is this for your husband or one of your lovers?". His tone changed from courteous to sneery.

I was taken aback. Did this guy by any chance know my dalliances? I had no way of assuming. Maybe he was just saying shit because it was a sexy dress. Making up my mind, I replied sternly

"Ahem, that's none of your business and that's not the way to talk to your female customers if you intend to sell anymore clothes"

He was surprised by my angry reaction. He stared at me for a couple of seconds. I was relieved. He was probably going to leave. But to my utter surprise he raised his hands and placed them on my tits.

Fuck!

"Ma'am, I know very well, how one needs to treat women like you. Don't think I haven't seen your MMS where you fucked Bajwa and his boys together. Imagine my surprise when you walked into the store today. I have always wondered if your large melons were real" he said, as he squeezed them over the dress slowly. I shivered as I felt his rough fingers on my cleavage and partly exposed boobs.

"Going by how juicy they are, they must be real"

"Asif, please" I begged and tried to wriggle away from his grasp but I was trapped. The only way out was from the small door which he blocked.

I managed to use all my strength barge through a gap left by him as he tried to grab me. As I ran, I heard him yell,

"Memsaab, there is no point in trying to escape. I have shuttered the store and sent the sales boys home so I could attend to you personally."

I ran down the stairs. Fuck! He had indeed shuttered the store. I was completely trapped!

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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