Adultery Army Jawan's Wife

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“Radhika…” my dad called again, and my sister quickly went inside, “went to pee, dad,” she said and went to sleep.



Since we had Wedding Arrangements to take care of, I did not go to college, and was busy with the wedding arrangements as our relatives had come to our house.  The night before the wedding, we all went to the Wedding Hall, as it was our custom to stay at the Wedding hall the night before the wedding.  The night before the wedding, I forgot to bring spare clothes.  Instead of wearing my clothes, I wore my mom’s saree, and was standing at the corner of the Wedding Hall Terrace.  The men were behind the Wedding Hall and Drinking and playing cards, and the ladies were sleeping on the terrace and gossiping.  Many of the ladies were secretly getting drunk and gossiping as well.  One among the ladies who were getting drunk was our college Tamil teacher, Ms. Mahalakshmi.  Ms. Mahalakshmi used to handle Tamil and Mathematics for us, and the boys in our class were crazy about her, as she used to look sweet and innocent, at the same time she used to sometimes accidentally reveal her navel.  She was in her nighty now and the ladies were cunningly getting our Tamil teacher drunk, to get some of the gossip from her.  As all the ladies were sharing about their recent sexual encounters, it was our Tamil teacher’s turn now.

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“I attended a Tamil Literature fest which was organized by the Govt. of Tamil Nadu, in Madras recently,” she started.  All the other ladies started to move close to her out of curiosity to know about Tamil Teacher’s sexual encounter.



  “I met this young Tamil poet at his stall, he was only 20 and I was so impressed by his books, and stood there reading his books.  “You like them?” he asked.  “Yes, very much,” I said.  “Then you will like this poem as well.  I wrote it just now,” he said and gave a small poem to read.  As I started reading his poetry, I was surprised to see the poem was all about me.  He has been writing this poem about me ever since I entered his stall.  The poem first begins with the beauty of my saree and my blouse, and then he goes on to describe the beauty of my hair, my my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my lips, my neck, and that’s when he starts to describes about my bosoms in my blouse, how jealous he was about my blouse, and how jealous he was about my bra, and how his hands are dying to remove my blouse and bra and feel my bosoms.  He had written this in a poetic way and I started liking it and even started getting horny.  Then he wrote about how he would love to remove my saree and admire my beauty only in my petticoat, and take me into his embrace and feel up my bosoms against his chest and start kissing my lips.  I was getting so horny that I started to sweat already.  Then he wrote about how he would request me to lift my petticoat and remove my panties and give it to me.  Then he wrote that if I refuse to lift my petticoat and remove my panties and give it to him, he would continue kissing my lips until I agree to lift my petticoat and remove my panties and give it to him.  Then he wrote about carrying me to the table and lifting my petticoat and began tasting my pussy and licking my honey(my juices) and all of a sudden I stopped reading his poem and gave his poem to him and started wiping my sweat all over my face.  By this time my panties had gotten wet, “how is the poem?” he asked, coming close to me.  “Sorry, I went into so much detail,” he said.  “It’s okay, my husband is waiting,” as I was saying without looking into his eyes.  “Did I get your panties wet?” he whispered.  “Excuse me?!” I exclaimed, as I was surprised, shocked at his boldness.  “I think I did,” he said.  “No you didn’t,” I couldn’t believe I said that, perhaps the horny girl inside me said that, but the mature teacher inside me woke up inside me and tried to leave the place.  “Wait..!” he whispered and held my hand.  “I have to go,” I literally begged, I could have pushed him aside and left the place, but the horny girl inside me was stopping me from moving and was wanting me to stay with the Tamil Poet.  “I will let you go in a moment, just listen to me,” he said and held my face.  Men holding my face has always been a turn on to me, and this guy holding my face, and me be horny already, was making my knees weak.  “What you want me to do?” I whispered with tears rolling all over my cheeks and I was fighting from inside whether to leave the place or let the poet have me.  “I want you to tell me if I wet your panties with my poem or not,” he said.  “I am married, please let me go,” I whispered.  “Just answer my question,” he said.  “No,” I whispered.  “What, No?,” he exclaimed. “You did not,” I whispered.  “I did not get your panties wet?” he asked.  “Yeah,” I said.  “I want you to show me your panties, if your panties are not wet, you can leave,” he said.  “If it is wet?” I whispered.  “If I had got your panteis wet, then I will get a kiss from you,” he said.  “What?!,” I exclaimed.  “Yeah, it is because of my poem you got wet, and don’t you think I should get a kiss at least as a reward?” he asked.  “I am married, I have kids, I can’t,” I whispered.  “Your panties are wet?” he asked again.  “I don’t know, but I have to leave,” I whispered.  “I know I have got your panties wet, let me have my rewards and let you go,” he said and all of a sudden started holding my face, he started kissing my lips.  Since I was horny and wet my panties already, I began kissing his lips back.  Sensing that I was feeling horny as well, he started inserting his hands under my pallu and began grabbing my boobs over my blouse, and I pushed him and ran from that place,” as the Tamil teacher was saying, “mmmm… My God, if I was in your place, I would have slept with him and had nice fun,” one lady said and all the ladies started giggling.

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That’s when I noticed one of my classmates, Krishna, covering himself in a Blanket and hiding among the ladies.  Krishna was one among those weird guys in our college, who were interested in older women than us.  Though we girls during break times used to tease the boys by innocently twirling around in our college skirts and revealing our thighs and sometimes our panties to them, they were more interested in our teachers in their sarees and never missed a chance to ogle at them.  Our mom’s were their favorite, every time there was a wedding, they used to attend the wedding the night before, as our moms and aunties used to get drunk and sleep on the Wedding Hall terrace, they used to hide among ladies, and take advantage of the drunk ladies and feel them up when they were asleep.  Many times they used to get lucky, and our moms and aunties would get turned on by them, used to let them make love to them under the blanket.  I was pretty sure Krishna was here for that.  As I ignored him, and looked at the men, the men were still drinking and sleeping all over, and the Ladies on the terrace were asleep already, I saw the Army guy waving at me, “Devi?” he called.  I quickly went and slept next to those ladies and covered myself in a blanket.  Probably in the dark he thought I was my mom.  As I covered myself in a blanket, all of a sudden I could feel someone coming and sleeping next to me, and lift my blanket and sleep on top of me and cover with the blanket.



  “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Don’t make a sound,” the Army guy whispered in the dark and started hugging me tight, “Oh… I missed you Devi….” he whispered.  By the time I was about to open my mom and say I am not Devi, and her daughter, the Army guy started kissing my lips.

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As I was confused whether to kiss his lips back or not, “mmmmmm.. Kiss my lips back,” he whispered.  Since I was horny and the thought of my mom telling me that he makes love better, I forgot the fact that he was going to marry my sister in the morning, and started hugging him tight and began kissing his lips back.  As I was kissing his lips, he was squeezing my boobs over my blouse and was driving me crazy.  All of a sudden he grabbed my saree and petticoat and began lifting it up and placed his hands over my pussy on top of my panties, “what’s with the new habit? You have started wearing panties?” he whispered and inserted his hand inside my panties and grabbed my pussy.  I was so horny that I wanted to moan, but I started to bite my lips and control myself.  The moment he inserted his middle finger inside my pussy, I hugged him tight and started biting his shoulder to control myself from moaning, “Oh my God, what happened to your pussy, Devi, it has gotten tighter, and I am loving it,” he said and started kissing my lips.  “Mmmmm… love the taste of your lips as well,” he said and this time, a soft moan escaped from my lips and he quickly realized it was not my mom, but me.  As he slowly removed the blanket off my face, “Meena, I am sorry, I thought it was someone else,” he whispered, but his finger was sitting inside my panties.  Feeling his hand inside my panties, I just remained quietly without saying a word.  “Alright, you take rest,” he said and bent forward and kissed my lips, and I held his face and started kissing his lips back and smiled at him.  He knew I was horny, “mmmmm.. Nice pussy you have there,” he whispered with his hand inside my panteis and grabbing my pussy.  “Sorry, again, I am getting carried away, I thought you were someone else,” he whispered.  “My mom? I know you like my mom and you have been enjoying my mom,” I whispered, holding his face.  “She said you don’t like me,” he whispered.  “Not anymore,” I whispered, holding his face, and started kissing his lips.  “Mmmmmm… So you like me?” he whispered.  “Why?” he asked this time, rubbing my clit with his hand inside my panties.  “I don’t know, but I am liking you very much,” I said and hugged him tight.  I had actually fallen in love with the guy whom my elder sister was going to get married to at Sunrise.

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I could smell alcohol already on up, he must have had some drinks before coming to me.  I always hated the smell of alcohol, but not this time.  I was so horny that I ignored the smell of alcohol on him, and continued hugging him tight and started kissing his lips.  As he was playing with my pussy with his hand inside my panties, I was getting so wet and my legs started to spread to let the Army guy explore my pussy further.  As I was tasting, sucking, and kissing his lips, his saliva started dripping all over my mouth.  Though his saliva tasted like alcohol, I started tasting his saliva and began swallowing his saliva as well.  “Mmmmmm…. You are wet,” he whispered, feeling my pussy with his hand inside my panteis.  “Mmmmm…” I whispered.  “Can I?” he whispered.  Misunderstanding that he was asking permission to finger my pussy, “yes,” I whispered and he readily went down and lifted my saree and petticoat all the way up and grabbed my panties and began pulling it down.  “Oh my god.!” I exclaimed and took the blanket to cover him.  As I was about to cover him, he spread my legs apart and took his mouth near my pussy and started kissing my pussy.  “Mmmmmmm…..” I moaned and covered him with the blanket.  The blanket was small and I could cover him and cover myself till my waist.  Since it was dark and the only source of light was the thin moon light, I told myself not to worry, and started enjoying the army guy eating my pussy.  He was kissing and eating my pussy, just like he was kissing my lips, and I was totally enjoying biting my lips.  “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” I moaned this time, as he inserted his hands under and grabbed my ass cheeks and sucked my pussy lips inside his mouth.

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As me and the Army guy were romancing under the blanket, we heard the sound of a bullock cart.  As we removed the blacket and looked around, all the ladies were asleep, and we got up to see who it was from the terrace.  “Who is he?” the Army guy asked.  Adjusting my saree, I looked at the guy who was getting down from his bullock cart, it was none other than my sister’s boyfriend, Prabhu, who had promised my sister that he was going to stop the wedding at any cost and make my sister his wife.  He was getting down from the Bullock cart and was quietly walking towards the place where the men were drinking and sleeping everywhere and he slowly got past them and entered the Wedding Hall.  Without even waiting for my response, the Army guy went downstairs.

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As I was about to follow him, “Meena,” one aunty called, as I went near her.  “Meena, I have pee, please accompany me to the bushes,” she said and got up.  I had no other choice, “Sure, Aunty,” I said and we both got down from the terrace and started walking a good 100 feet from the Wedding Hall to find the bush.  My mind was aching to find out what was going to happen when the Army guy saw my elder sister and her boyfriend Prabhu together.  As we found a bush, and the Aunty started lifting her saree and petticoat, since it was a full moon, I could clearly see her ass cheeks as she was not wearing her panties.  “Meena, alert me if anyone comes,” she said and started peeing, that’s when a Bullock Cart passed her at a good speed, and the Aunty immediately stood up ending up peeing all over her legs and petticoat.  As the Aunty was cursing the Bullock Cart, a Motorcycle started following the Bullock cart.  It was crystal clear to me that the Army guy was following My elder sister and her boyfriend Prabhu who were in the Bullock cart.

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Ignoring the Aunty I started running and following them.  By the time I reached a deserted place, the Army guy had already rounded up the Bullock cart, and my elder sister and her boyfriend were negotiating something with the Army Guy.  As I went close and started hiding behind a Tree, my sister started removing her saree and giving it to her boyfriend.  Her boyfriend was crying and collected my sister’s saree and was placing it on his shoulders, “take your blouse off too,” the Army guy said.  As my sister was crying and looking at her boyfriend, “remove your blouse, Radhika, we don’t have any choice,” her boyfriend Prabhu said crying.  “Your boyfriend, sorry, your future husband is saying, remove your blouse,” the Army man said.  As my sister was reluctantly removing her blouse, “Do it, and prove to me that you both love each other and will sacrifice anything for your love,” the Army guy said.  As my sister and her boyfriend started looking at each other, “hey Romeo, go remove her petticoat, if you don’t remove her petticoat, I will take her back to the Wedding Hall and marry her in the morning and let my father in law kill you,” the Army guy threatened my sister’s boyfriend.

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Prabhu was crying and went near my sister and started removing my sister’s blouse.  As he unhooked my sister’s blouse, my sister removed her blouse and gave it to her boyfriend and he placed it on his shoulders on top of her saree.  Now, my sister was standing only in her white bra and yellow petticoat, “remove her petticoat,” the Army guy said.  “Please,” as my sister begged.  “Just remove your petticoat,” the Army guy said, and out of fear, her boyfriend held my sister’s petticoat string and was about to pull it off, “I will do it, Prabhu, I will remove my petticoat for him and prove our love is true love,” my sister said and started removing her petticoat and gave it to her boyfriend and was standing only in her white bra and dark green color panties.

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Watching my elder sister only in her white bra and dark green color panties, the Army guy hugged my sister in her bra and panties and started carrying her towards the bullock cart.  “Sir… sir… sir… please sir,” her boyfriend begged.  “I am gonna have her and then give her to you,” the army guy said.  “Sir, please…” her boyfriend begged.  “If you don’t let me have her, I am going to marry her and have her for the rest of my life,” as the Army guy said.  My sister knew that she did not have any choice, and it was not that it was the first time the Army guy was making love to her, but was pretending in front of her boyfriend.  “Prabhu, can you wait near that Banyan tree?” my sister said, hugging the Army guy back in her bra and panties, and pointing at the Banyan tree which was a good kilometer from the Bullock Cart.  Her boyfriend and the Army guy clearly understood why she was sending him there.  Placing my sister’s saree, blouse, and petticoat inside the bullock cart, her boyfriend came towards my sister who was hugging the Army guy back.  “Sir, can I give her a hug before you have her?” her boyfriend asked.  “No, you can hug her after I enjoy her,” the Army guy said.  Her boyfriend, watching my sister in her white bra and dark green panties, was getting horny and at the same time was helpless.  “Okay Sir,  I will wait near the Banyan tree,” her boyfriend said and gently placed his right hand on my sister’s ass over her dark green panties.  The Army guy slapped him and sent him away and took my sister and removed her bra and panties and enjoyed making love to my sister nicely and came inside her pussy and let her elope with her boyfriend.



Though I was in shock and went towards the Army guy, I was horny, “why did you let them go? Whom would you marry tomorrow then?” I asked.  “You,” he said and began kissing my lips.  Since I was horny, I began kissing his lips back.  The next day we got married, and that’s How I became the Army Jawan’s Wife.


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Superb story bro, Glad you continued and finished this story. eagerly waiting for further updates!

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Army Jawan’s Wife Part II: Jealousy 

Author: Novelist Casanova
Word Count: 34,222


It has been a year since the Army Guy married me, and moved to Hyderabad Army Quarters as he got posted in Hyderabad.  In the Evenings I started teaching Baratnayatam to the girls in the Military Quarters, and some of their brothers used to accompany them and used to sit in the corner and watch them practise.  My parents visited us only once and never came back to our Army Quarters, because my husband, the Army man, started going after my mom from the day she arrived at our Quarters.  He was kissing my mom’s lips right in front of my dad, and keeping my future in mind, my dad was turning aside and letting the Army guy kiss my mom’s lips.  One day when my mom and dad were in the Pooja room and offering Pooja, the army jawan came out of the shower and entered the Pooja Room and joined us in the Pooja.  While we were offering Pooja, closing our eyes, the army jawan started kissing my mom’s lips, “mmmmm.. Ram, not in the Pooja Room, please,” my mom exclaimed and pulled her lips off my husband, the army jawan’s lips.  “This is Ridiculous,” my dad, who couldn’t control his temper, exclaimed.  “Ridiculous?! You want me to send your daughter to your house permanently?” the army jawan said in an angry tone and started leaving the Pooja room in anger.  “Subbu, what is this? You want your son-in-law to send Meena back to our house in the village, just like our first daughter’s husband impregnated her and abandoned her and sent her back to our house?  Already people are laughing at us for what happened to our first daughter, and now you want your son-in-law to send our second daughter back to our house?!” my mom exclaimed, in an angry tone and left the pooja room.

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As I followed my mom, she went straight to my husband, the army jawan who was standing in the Balcony and was complaining about my dad to our neighbour Chandru, a fellow army jawan to my husband, who was standing in his Balcony which was just around 10 feet away from us.  Totally ignoring Chandru, my mom started apologising to my dad’s anger, and started wrapping her arms around my husband, the army jawan’s neck and began kissing his lips.  Chandru was shocked and got turned on watching my mom kissing my husband, the army jawan’s lips.  Looking at Chandru getting jealous, my husband, the army jawan, winked at Chandru and began kissing my mom’s lips back, placing his hands over my mom’s ass cheeks over her saree.  Chandru started getting so turned on that he couldn’t prevent himself from pulling his cock out of his Lungi and began jerking off watching my husband, the army jawan kissing my mom’s lips and getting his lips kissed back by my mom.  For a moment I couldn’t prevent myself from admiring Chandru’s cock which was nice and clean, happily suckable.  The moment my mom started breaking the kiss, “I am sorry for husband’s behaviour, Ram,” she said apologetically and hugged my husband, the army jawan tight with her arms around his neck, and my husband, the army jawan hugged my mom tight, Chandru started cuming all over his Balcony.

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From that day on, Chandru started seeing my husband, the army jawan as his Hero, and began openly telling my husband about how jealous he was of him, which was making my husband, the army jawan, so proud of himself.  To make Chandru get more jealous of him, my husband, the army jawan used to remove my mom’s saree and take her to the Balcony only in her blouse and petticoat and enjoy kissing my mom’s lips and feeling her ass cheeks over her petticoat with not panties inside and feeling her boobs over her blouse with not bra inside.  Though Chandru was enjoying the show my husband, the army jawan was showing, kissing and fondling my mom, and stroking his beautiful and nice suckable cock, he was totally feeling jealous of my husband, the army jawan.  When my mom and dad had went to Temple, my husband, the army jawan and Chandru were talking to each other from their respective balconies and Chandru was telling him how lucky my husband, the army jawan was to enjoy my beautiful mom and how lucky my husband, the army jawan was to marry me and enjoy me, my husband started feeling proud of himself, but I started feeling sorry for Chandru.  Chandru was the kind of handsome guy I wanted to marry; Chandru’s cock was the kind of a cock which I always fantasised about tasting, sucking, and having inside me, but unfortunately he is married to a fat bitch who keeps controlling him all the time, yells at him if he tries to talk to me or even if smiles back at me when I smile at him.  Clearly a handsome guy like Chandru deserved a nice girl such as me and a nice pussy such as mine.  If his wife had not gone to her native now, she wouldn’t have let Chandru stand there in the Balcony and enjoy my husband romance my mom nicely and happily jerk his beautiful cock off.

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My husband, the army jawan who has been sending my dad out to buy something and enjoying making love to my house all over the house, even in front of me, to make Chandru more jealous, one day went one step ahead, and sent my dad to buy something, removed my mom’s red saree and took her to the Balcony and sat on the chair with his erect cock and lifted my mom’s red petticoat and make her sit on his cock and began making love to my mom grabbing her boobs over her red blouse.  The way my husband, the army jawan, was enjoying making love to my mom, and the way my mom was cooperating with my husband, the army jawan, ignoring the fact that he was ugly, just like my husband thought, started making Chandru more jealous of my husband which excited my husband and made him cum inside my mom’s pussy really quick.  By the moment my husband, the army jawan shot his load inside my mom’s pussy, my dad who had went our returned home and watched my mom get off my husband, the army jawan’s cock, pulling her red petticoat down and walk inside the living room with difficulty, my dad felt sorry for my mom and hugged my mom and started crying.

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Though my dad was proud of my mom that she was sacrificing so much for their daughters, his male ego was not letting him share his wife with another man, especially his son-in-law.  Lying to my husband, the army jawan, that our Cows had given birth to calves and they had to go back to the village early, my dad took my mom to our village.  Not before letting my husband, the army jawan, kiss my mom’s lips nicely in the train before sending them off.  As we entered the train before leaving to send my dad and mom off, my husband, the army jawan, was hugging my mom and kissing her lips nicely.  Realising that my husband, the army jawan, is not going to kiss my mom’s lips for a long long time, my dad was happily letting my husband, the army jawan kiss my mom’s lips all he wanted.  Meanwhile there was a guy at the door, smoking beedi and watching my husband kissing my mom’s lips nicely.  “Take care of Meena, okay?” my mom said, pausing the kiss, and continued kissing my husband, the army jawan’s lips.  “You are giving me so much happiness, in return don’t you think I should keep your daughter happy?” he said, breaking the kiss and smiling at my mom.  “Thank you,” my mom said and smiled at him and came to me and hugged me, and took me away from my dad and my husband, the army jawan, “Your neighbour Chandru is cute isn’t he?” my mom whispered into my ear, as my dad and my husband, the army jawan, started talking to each other about my elder sister.  “Mom, what are you talking about?” I said with a smile.  “Just saying he is cute,” my mom said, winking at me, hinting something which was in my mind already.

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That’s when the train started to move and people started rushing inside, “Meena, let's go, the train is moving,” as my husband said and started moving towards the door against the people rushing to get inside, my husband had got down already and I somehow managed to get near the door, and as I was about to get down from the moving train, the guy who was watching my husband kissing my mom, smoking beedi, all of a sudden started blocking me from getting down, and the train started moving fast.  “Excuse me!” as I said in a loud tone, “Excused,” he said and let me get down.  As I was about to get down from the moving train, he pinched my waist hard and almost pushed me down.  I was in so much pain all over my waist area as the result of that bastard pinching my waist.  If my dad and mom were not in the train, and my husband was not there at the spot, I would have got back into the train and slippered that pervert in public.

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This is not the first time some random pervert is perving on me.  Though many women who board trains in the 1980s get felt up every now and then by some random perverts, we usually choose to ignore them, because some of us enjoy ourselves if we were genuinely turned on; some of us ignore them so we that we don’t create a scene; but most of us ignore the perverts feeling us up for the only reason that our dads, our husbands, our brothers would hesitate to take us out to avoid the perverts in the trains and leave us at home and attend family events.  The same thing happened to us, when we went to attend a Family wedding in Chennai in a crowded train.  I was very little then, when my dad entered inside the crowded train making way for my wife and my elder sister, the perverts who were readily waiting to feel my young and tender sister up, readily started feeling my elder sister up completely.  As she struggled to get through them to reach my parents, the perverts were readily feeling her up nicely with her hands all over my elder sister’s boobs over her shirt, her ass over her skirt.  One pervert even inserted his hand under my elder sister’s skirt and began grabbing my elder sister’s ass cheeks over her panties.  There was one pervert who was pretending to get down from the train, started hugging my sister and carried her all the way towards the door feeling her boobs against her chest.  Though she tried to call my dad for help, her voice couldn’t reach my dad as the train was jam packed and noisy.  In the name of helping my sister get back to my dad, another pervert pulled her from the pervert who was hugging her and in the name of helping her go towards my dad, the pervert started hugging my sister’s waist from behind and began pushing her and taking her towards my dad.  For a moment she trusted him and let him hug her from behind and take her towards my dad, but the pervert showed his true colour when he inserted his hand inside my sister’s skirt from the front and inserted his hand inside my sister’s white colour panties and began rubbing her pussy.  

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As my sister was about to scream, another pervert started holding my sister’s face and began kissing her lips, but she somehow managed to pull her lips off that pervert’s lips and screamed on top of her voice, making the pervert who was lifting her skirt and inserting his hand inside her white panties and playing with her pussy, take his hand off my sister’s white panties and get mixed up with the crowd and the other pervert who was kissing her lips left her and got mixed up in the crowd.  That was the last time my dad took her in the train, and every time we boarded the train, my dad used to leave my sister at home and travel, to avoid the perverts in the train.  The perverts in the 80s were the worst, they just loved women travelling in the crowded trains.  We were their only source of fun, entertainment, and almost free to use girlfriends during their long and exhausting train travel.  Though I used to hate these perverts, my Aunts used to enjoy themselves letting the perverts feel them up nicely in the moving train.  As I started to grow up, my dad’s younger sister, who looked extremely beautiful became my role model and wanted to be like her.  While travelling in the train with her, the perverts were quick to feel her up, and two perverts took her to the corner, and they started kissing her lips one after the other and shockingly she was kissing their lips back and enjoying herself. Watching her enjoying herself, I started to get horny.  The next time I boarded the train with my dad, just like the perverts felt my sister up, they started feeling me up as well.  Though I was mentally prepared to enjoy myself just like my dad’s younger sister did, the perverts were too much for me to handle as they were feeling my boobs up over my shirt, some of them were squeezing my boobs a little too much.  One pervert got bold and started holding my face and began kissing my lips, just like my dad’s sister who was enjoying herself when she was getting kissed on her lips, I decided to enjoy myself and as I began letting him kiss my lips and started kissing his lips back, all of a sudden another pervert lifted my skirt from behind and started grabbing my panties and began pulling my panties down till my anklets and began digging his hand between my dry asscrack and insert his finger inside my tight asshole.  As I was about to scream out loud in pain, the pervert who was kissing my lips began kissing my lips hard making it hard to even scream.  The moment the pervert who was trying to insert his finger inside my tight asshole took his finger off my ass and inserted his finger inside my tight pussy, I pushed the pervert who was kissing my lips, and started to run away from them.  Since my panties were caught near my anklets, I lost balance and fell on the floor, but I quickly got up and lifted my panties and wore them properly and rushed towards my dad. Ever since that day I have been hating the perverts on the train, but somehow these perverts have been successful in having a piece of me, just like this pervert who just pinched my waist and pushed me out of the train while me and my husband were dropping my dad and mom off in the train.

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Meanwhile, our neighbour Chandru and I began casually talking to each other from each other’s balcony every time my husband was out.  We both started developing a special liking towards each other, and he began sharing a lot of things with me, starting from sharing our Birthday Dates to other important things, especially about how his wife never respects him and treats him like trash.  I started feeling sorry for Chandru.  I could not believe that such a handsome guy like Chandru was being treated like trash by his fat and ugly wife.  “Chandru, don’t get me wrong on this; how did you end up marrying your ugly wife, I mean you are a good looking man, shouldn’t you have married to a good looking girl who loves you?” I asked.  “Meena, you are asking me the same question I wanted to ask you all this while.  How did you, such a gorgeous young girl like you, marry an ugly guy such as Ram?” Chandru said.  “I don’t know Chandru, I really don’t know,” I said.  “Same here, Meena.  I always wanted to marry a beautiful girl like you, but ended up marrying a Pig,” Chandru said and we both started laughing.  “Same here,” as I said, we both started laughing louder.