Misc. Erotica Tricked (COMPLETED) - By Novelist Casanova

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Tricked

By Novelist Casanova 

In our small beautiful village in Tamil Nadu, coconut trees stood tall around every house, their green leaves swaying gently in the evening breeze. Red earth roads wound between mud walls painted with white kolam designs, and temple bells rang softly from the distance. Women walked with grace, their sarees dbangd low on wide hips, pallu tucked neatly, deep navels peeking whenever they lifted arms to carry water pots. Young girls in half sarees and blouses laughed together, their boobs bouncing lightly, while others wore tight kurti tops over leggings, ass cheeks round and full, moving with every step. Their thighs looked strong and smooth under the evening light, and every man in the village stole glances at those hot Tamil bodies, hearts beating faster.
Women of my mom’s age never wore bra or panties inside their saree and blouse, not because they did not want to, but because nobody really cared in the village. It was the old way, simple and free, and no one questioned it.
It was around 8 PM. I, Sudha, stood in front of the small mirror in our room, just finished getting ready for my journey to Chennai. I wore maroon colour panties hugging my ass cheeks and pussy lips, white colour bra holding my heavy boobs firmly with hooks behind, white petticoat tied tight around my waist, and then the white saree with purple border wrapped slow and careful over my hips, pallu falling over one shoulder. My matching purple blouse had front hooks, squeezing my boobs together, nipples already slightly erect under the blouse.
My mom stood nearby, still in her old saree and blouse, looking shy. I turned to her, grabbed her waist gently, and said, "Amma, today you also change. Remove your saree, blouse, petticoat. Wear only white bra and white panties like me."
She shook her head fast, cheeks turning red, and whispered, "No Sudha, I never wore bra or panties under my saree in my whole life. What is this madness?"
I smiled, pulled her closer, and started unwrapping her saree pallu slowly. "Just once, Amma. See how beautiful you still are." She tried to stop my hands but I tugged the saree away, let it drop to the floor. Then I unhooked her old blouse front hooks one by one, opened it wide, and removed the blouse completely. Her full boobs hung free, nipples dark and thick. I untied her petticoat string, pushed it down her hips and thighs until it pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked, covering her boobs and pussy with both hands.
I took the white bra and white panties I prepared, slid the panties up her thighs slowly, pulled them over her ass cheeks and pussy lips until they sat snug. Then I hooked the bra behind her back, adjusted the straps, and made her boobs settle into the bra cups, nipples poking softly over the bra.
I turned her toward the mirror, stood behind her, and hugged her waist from back. "Look at yourself, Amma. See these full boobs, this round ass, this deep navel. You can still make any man go crazy with just one look."
She stared at her reflection, eyes wide, then yelled playfully, slapping my arm lightly. "You naughty girl! Stop talking dirty and get ready fast. Your husband is waiting in Chennai. The sleeper bus will arrive at the highway soon. Hurry up!"
I laughed, kissed her cheek, and felt my own pussy lips getting wetter inside my maroon colour panties while watching her shy beauty in white bra and white panties. In Chennai, we sometimes went out without bra and panties under our sarees, just to feel that naughty thrill of boobs bouncing free, nipples rubbing against blouse, pussy lips sliding together with every step, the secret excitement making thighs warm and pussy juicy. The night air felt warm, the journey ahead felt long, and my heart beat slow with excitement and nervousness.


My mom stood there in front of the mirror for a long moment, her full boobs rising and falling slowly inside the white bra, nipples still poking softly over the bra cups. She took a deep breath, cheeks still red from shyness, then walked to her room where my dad waited, her white panties hugging her round ass cheeks and pussy lips tightly. She picked up her old white saree from the floor, wrapped it slow and careful over her white bra and white panties, tied the petticoat string again around her waist, dbangd the pallu over one shoulder, and tucked it neatly. The saree sat low on her wide hips, her deep navel visible just above the petticoat knot, and now the white bra straps showed over her shoulders under the blouse she put back on, front hooks closed tight.
As she adjusted her mangalsutra between her heavy boobs, making it swing gently, she glanced back at me once with playful eyes, then went inside her room. I heard my dad’s low voice from there, surprised and warm, asking something soft about why she looked different tonight, but my mom only laughed quietly and shushed him.
I stepped out of my room carrying two bags. In one kit bag I had my cellphone, my spare clothes for the journey, and a dozen of my dirty panties and bras that I had worn for one full week now, the panties still carrying the strong smell of my pussy lips and the bras marked with sweat from under my boobs. I folded them carefully inside so no one would see, but the thought of taking them to Chennai, maybe washing them later or keeping them as secret naughty reminders, made my pussy throb a little inside my maroon colour panties.
The second bag was full of snacks my mom prepared with love for my husband and my three sons: crispy murukku, golden porulangai urundai, sweet athirasam, all packed tight so the aroma filled the air around me. My heart felt heavy with emotion thinking of my husband waiting in Chennai, his strong arms that would hug me soon, and my sons who would run to me shouting Amma. I adjusted the pallu of my white saree over my shoulder, felt the weight of the bags pulling at my arms, and walked toward the door.
Outside, the night was quiet except for crickets and distant dogs barking. The highway was not far, and the sleeper bus would arrive soon. My boobs bounced gently inside my purple blouse with each step, nipples rubbing softly against the blouse, and my ass cheeks moved full and round under the saree, white petticoat rustling. Inside my maroon colour panties, my pussy lips felt warm and slightly wet from the earlier excitement of dressing my mom, from the secret thrill of Chennai habits, and from the long journey ahead that always made my body feel alive and restless. I took slow steps toward the highway stop, bags in hand, heart beating deep with love, duty, and that hidden naughty pulse only a Tamil wife knows.


Inside my parents’ room, the small oil lamp burned low on the wooden table, casting soft yellow light over the old cot and the walls painted with faded gods. My mom stood near the door, her white saree dbangd over the white bra and white panties she still felt strange wearing, mangalsutra resting heavy between her full boobs. She looked at my dad who sat on the edge of the cot in his dhoti, eyes curious and warm.
My mom blushed deep red, lowered her eyes for a second, then whispered, "I am wearing bra and panties today."
My dad’s eyebrows rose high. "Really? You? After all these years?"
She nodded slowly, cheeks burning hotter, and continued, "Sudha made me. I saw myself in the mirror in her room. I looked like those heroines in the movies, standing there in bra and panties." She paused, searching for the right word, since she did not know what bikini meant. "You know, just bra and panties, nothing else."
My dad leaned forward, voice dropping low with excitement. "Can I see now?"
My mom smiled naughty, stepped closer to him, swayed her wide hips a little so her ass cheeks moved full under the saree, then teased, "No, not now. I will show it to all your friends. I will stand in front of them in only bra and panties, let them lust after my boobs, my ass cheeks, my pussy lips outlined over the panties. They will go crazy wanting me."
My dad’s face changed instantly, jealousy flashing in his eyes. He grabbed her waist through the saree, pulled her body closer to his chest, voice rough. "Don’t even joke like that. You are mine."
My mom laughed soft and low, then leaned in and kissed his lips slow and deep, her boobs squeezing against his chest over her white bra and white saree. She pulled back just enough to whisper against his mouth, "I was just joking, old man. Only you get to see. Now get up, drop Sudha at the highway, stop the sleeper bus, help her with the bags, and come back home to me."
My dad smiled wide, the jealousy melting into love and heat. He nodded, stood up, adjusted his dhoti around his hips. Then he looked at her again, eyes hungry, and asked quietly, "Can I fuck you quick before I go?"
My mom slapped his arm playfully, shook her head, boobs jiggling inside her white bra under the saree. "No. Only after you drop Sudha at the bus and come back. Then you can take me slow and deep."
Both of them smiled at each other, the air thick with promise and filthy anticipation. My dad grabbed his shirt from the hook, slipped it on, and walked out toward the door where I waited with my bags. My mom followed him to the threshold, pallu slipping a little to show more of her deep navel above the petticoat, her white panties hugging her ass cheeks tight underneath everything, her pussy lips already warm from the teasing words and the secret thrill of wearing bra and panties for the first time. The night waited outside, the highway calling, and the sleeper bus coming closer with every slow heartbeat.

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My dad rolled his old TVS 50 out from under the mango tree, the engine still quiet in the night. He placed my two heavy bags carefully on the side carrier of the TVS 50, then tied them tight to the saree handle on the side where we ladies in saree sit on one side and grab that handle for balance. He adjusted his white shirt over his chest, tucked the ends into his dhoti wrapped firm around his hips, and stood waiting, keys in hand.

My mom followed me to the yard, her white saree moving slow over her white bra and white panties, mangalsutra swinging between her heavy boobs with every step. She grabbed my hands tight, eyes soft and full of love, and said, "Sudha, take good care of your husband and your three sons. Feed them well, keep them happy. And next time you come, bring my three grandsons Manish, Rakesh, and Rahul. I miss them so much, my heart aches every day without hearing their voices."
I nodded, throat thick with emotion. "Sure mom, I will bring them. They ask about you all the time."
As I started walking toward my dad’s TVS 50, my mom came following close behind, her ass cheeks round and full under the saree, pallu tucked neatly but slipping just enough to show her deep navel. She stopped opposite to my dad, facing him across the bike, and spoke in a bold tone so I could hear clearly. "Be careful on the road. Wait until the sleeper bus comes. Help her get inside with the bags, make sure she is safe, and then come straight home. No wasting time."
Then she turned her face toward my dad, lowered her voice soft and teasing, thinking I would not catch the words. "You better come home quick, or I will call the neighbour over. I will stand in front of him in only my white bra and white panties, let him see my full boobs, my round ass cheeks, my pussy lips outlined over the panties. If you are too late, I will let him remove my bra and panties, squeeze my boobs, spread my thighs, and fuck my pussy deep while you are still out."
My dad’s eyes widened, jealousy and heat flashing fast across his face. He gripped the TVS handle tight, voice rough and low. "No need for that talk. I will come as quickly as possible. Wait for me naked if you want, but only mine."
My mom smiled wicked and satisfied, her nipples poking harder over the white bra under her blouse, her pussy probably already wet inside the white panties from the filthy tease. She stepped back, adjusted her pallu over one shoulder, and watched as my dad kicked the starter, the engine coughing to life in the quiet night.
I climbed onto the TVS 50 sideways behind my dad, sitting on one side like we ladies in saree always do, grabbing the saree handle tightly with one hand while holding my white saree pallu secure with the other so it would not fly open. My boobs rested sideways against his back over my purple blouse, nipples rubbing softly with the vibration. My maroon colour panties felt damp against my pussy lips from the long goodbye, from watching my mom’s naughty game with my dad, from the thought of the long sleeper bus ride ahead. My dad revved the engine once, gave my mom one last hungry look, and we rolled slowly toward the highway, the red earth road dark under the stars, the night thick with promise, love, jealousy, and that raw Tamil heat only a family like ours carries.


The TVS 50 hummed along the dark red earth road toward the highway, engine vibrating steady under us. I sat sideways behind my dad, legs together on one side like all village women do in saree, one hand gripping the saree handle tight, the other holding my white saree pallu secure so it stayed in place. My purple blouse squeezed my heavy boobs, nipples rubbing softly against the blouse with every bump, maroon colour panties hugging my ass cheeks and pussy lips snug, still warm and slightly damp from the goodbye at home.
My dad started talking, voice loud over the wind and engine, repeating the same old Army stories he had told us a zillion times before. How he marched in the rain at the border, how he faced the enemy without fear, how duty and country come first always. The stories never changed, word for word, and sometimes they felt boring, going on and on. But deep inside, those same stories raised me as a patriotic girl. I grew up saluting the flag in my heart every time he spoke, feeling proud of my father, proud of my husband who wore the uniform now. Because of him, I am always patriotic, even when the words repeat. He even got me married to an Army Jawan, making sure my life stayed tied to the same honour and sacrifice.
After some minutes the highway lights appeared ahead. My dad slowed the TVS 50, stopped at the edge of the road near the bus stop shelter, killed the engine. I slid off sideways, careful not to let my saree open, and started adjusting my white saree. I tugged the pallu back over my shoulder, smoothed the pleats at my waist, and pulled the saree a little lower on my hips without thinking. The border sat well below my navel, exposing most of my deep navel in the dim highway light.
My dad noticed right away, eyes dropping to my waist, then looking up at me with a small frown. "Sudha, you are wearing your saree well below your navel. Is that okay in Chennai?"
I felt my cheeks warm, but I smiled quick and lied smooth. "Yes dad, it is normal in Chennai. All women wear like this now."
But the truth burned hotter in my mind. In Chennai we wear our sarees well below our navels sometimes to tease men, especially when we don’t wear our bra and panties underneath. The low dbang lets the deep navel show full, draws eyes to the smooth hips, makes boobs look fuller under the blouse, and when pussy lips slide free inside the saree without panties, every step feels naughty and exciting, thighs rubbing, men staring hard. That secret habit makes a loyal Tamil wife feel alive with forbidden thrill.
Today though, wearing my saree well below my navel was just an accident. In the hurry to get ready, dressing my mom in white bra and white panties, packing the bags, saying goodbye, I did not notice how low I tied the petticoat string. It slipped down in the rush, and I only felt it now under my dad’s gaze.
My dad nodded slowly, not pushing more, but his eyes lingered on my exposed deep navel for a second longer before he looked away toward the road. "Okay then. Just be careful in the city."
I adjusted the pallu again, covering my deep navel a little more, mangalsutra resting between my boobs over the purple blouse. The highway stretched empty for now, the sleeper bus not yet in sight. My dad stood beside the TVS 50, bags still tied to the saree handle, waiting with me in the quiet night. My pussy lips tingled inside my maroon colour panties, not from lying to him, but from the memory of Chennai’s naughty ways, from the long journey ahead, from the slow build of something restless and warm inside my body. The stars watched above, and the road waited for the bus that would carry me away.



Headlights cut through the dark highway first, then the low rumble of the engine grew louder. The AC sleeper bus pulled up slow and heavy to the stop, red and white body shining under the sodium lamps, windows tinted black. The bus hissed to a halt, doors sliding open with a pneumatic sigh, cool air spilling out into the warm night.
An ugly man in a white shirt and grey track pants stepped down from the lower berth entrance first. He walked straight to the roadside bush, tugged the elastic waistband of his track pants down over his hips, pulled his cock out, and peed long into the darkness, water splashing loud on leaves. While standing there, he turned his head slow, observed me standing in my white saree with purple blouse, pallu adjusted over one shoulder, deep navel still exposed below the low dbang, and observed my dad beside the TVS 50 with the Ex-Army sticker pasted on the side. He finished, shook his cock once, tugged the track pants waistband back up over his hips, and climbed back into the bus without a word.
My dad got off the TVS 50, untied the two bags from the saree handle on the side carrier. He lifted them one by one, heavy with my dirty panties and bras in one, murukku, porulangai urundai, and athirasam in the other. The driver’s helper, the man who opens the bus door, handles the luggage, and distributes water bottles to the passengers, jumped down from the bus right after. He wore a tight t-shirt stretched over his chest and short shorts that ended high on his thighs. His eyes went straight to me, ogling my heavy boobs over the purple blouse, my deep navel shining in the light, my round ass cheeks under the white saree. A thick cock grew hard and erect inside his shorts, head of cock pushing visible against the thin shorts as he stared at me, mouth open a little.
I pulled the ticket printout from my blouse front pocket, held it out to him. "This is my ticket."
The helper glanced at it quick, eyes still dropping to my boobs and deep navel, nodded, and in a hurry opened the side luggage compartment under the bus with a loud metal click. My dad handed him the bags. The helper took both bags from my dad, shoved them deep inside among the other suitcases, slammed the compartment door shut, and locked it with a key from his pocket. His erect cock stayed hard in his shorts, pointing toward me the whole time.
My dad turned to me, placed a hand on my shoulder over the white saree, voice low and firm. "Be safe inside, Sudha. Call when you reach Chennai. Call your husband will pick you up.  Tell your husband to be safe in the Army.  Be proud that your husband is also an Army Jawan."
I nodded, throat tight again, mangalsutra heavy between my boobs over the purple blouse. "Yes dad. I will. Take care."
The helper waved me toward the door. "Come madam, upper berth, your seat number."
I climbed the narrow steps into the cool darkness of the AC sleeper bus, white saree rustling against my thighs, maroon colour panties still hugging my pussy lips warm and slightly damp from the ride and the night’s emotions. My dad watched from outside until I disappeared up the stairs, then he kicked the TVS 50 starter, engine roaring back to life. The bus doors closed with a final hiss, and as the vehicle pulled away from the stop, I settled into my berth, heart beating slow, the highway stretching ahead into the unknown, the ugly man somewhere in the bus already watching from the shadows.


The cool air inside the AC sleeper bus hit my face as I stepped fully in, the dim blue night lights running along the ceiling. On my right stretched a row of single sleeper berths, narrow and curtained. On my left ran the double sleeper berths, wider for couples or families. The helper followed close behind me, eyes fixed low on my round ass cheeks moving full and heavy over the white saree, panty line visible over my ass cheeks over the saree as I walked slow up the narrow aisle.
I turned around to ask where my seat was, but even before the words left my mouth, he said quick, "Your seat is there madam," pointing up at the upper single berth right above a lower one.
He came too close then, body almost against mine, and his hard cock inside his short shorts rubbed against my left ass cheek over the saree, thick and erect, head of cock nudging firm through the layers. I ignored it, pretended not to feel, and reached for the small ladder steps to climb up to my upper berth fast.
As I lifted one leg to the first rung, my white saree pulled tight and low on my hips, pallu slipping to the side, and my deep navel came into full view of the passenger sitting below in the lower berth, his eyes widening at the sight of my exposed deep navel and the smooth waist above the petticoat knot.
In a hurry to climb quick so I would not give too much darshan of my navel, I tried to hurry up the ladder. The helper whispered low behind me, "Careful madam, I got you."
He grabbed my waist from behind with both hands, fingers digging into my hips over the saree, and began “helping” me climb. In the process of “helping”, he nicely grabbed my ass cheeks over my saree, squeezing the full round flesh hard, feeling up my panties nicely over the saree and petticoat, palms sliding slow and deliberate over my ass cheeks.
By the time I put one leg on the upper berth edge to take the next step, his right hand middle finger moved between my thighs from behind over my saree, nudged right against my pussy over the saree, petticoat, and maroon colour panties, pressing firm on my pussy lips through all the layers.
My pussy lips tingled hot and wet inside my maroon colour panties from the sudden filthy touch, clit swelling a little under the pressure. I pulled myself up fast, sat uncomfortably on the narrow upper berth mattress, heart pounding loud in my chest, boobs heaving inside my purple blouse, nipples erect and poking over the blouse. I tugged the thin curtains closed around my berth quick, blocking out the aisle, the helper, the staring passenger below.
Inside the small dark space, I sat with knees together, white saree bunched around my thighs, mangalsutra resting heavy between my boobs, mind spinning with shame, anger, and a secret warm pulse between my legs that I hated but could not stop. The bus rumbled forward again, carrying me deeper into the night, the helper’s touch still burning on my ass cheeks and pussy over the saree.

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Sitting uncomfortably on the narrow upper berth mattress, legs folded tight, I felt the sharp discomfort deep between my legs. As a result of hurrying up the ladder and the helper’s hands groping my ass cheeks hard over the white saree, my maroon colour panties had got caught uncomfortable between my ass crack and my pussy lips, the maroon colour panties twisted and pulled tight into my pussy, rubbing painfully against my clit and pussy lips with every small shift.

No matter how hard I tried to adjust my maroon colour panties by pushing my hand under the white saree from the side, I could not reach properly or fix the twisted maroon colour panties without lifting everything. The only way to adjust my maroon colour panties was to lift my white saree along with my white petticoat and pull the maroon colour panties back into place over my ass cheeks and pussy lips.
Since I could not travel this uncomfortable for eight long hours to Chennai, with my pussy lips pinched and irritated inside the twisted maroon colour panties, I decided to lift my white saree and white petticoat and adjust my maroon colour panties right there. The thin curtains were closed around my berth, blocking the aisle, so I felt safe enough to do it quick and quiet.
I leaned back against the berth wall, grabbed the hem of my white saree and white petticoat together, and began lifting them slow up my thighs. The white saree and white petticoat rose higher, exposing my feet with silver anklets, my ankles, my smooth knees, my full thighs, and my inner thighs all the way up. My maroon colour panties came into view, hugging my pussy lips tight, the twisted maroon colour panties outlining my pussy lips clearly in the dim berth light.
Just as I reached to pull the maroon colour panties free, the helper came back and pulled the curtains aside without knocking. "Water bottle, madam," he said, holding out the plastic bottle.
His eyes widened huge as he got full view of my feet with anklets, my ankles, my knees, my thighs, my inner thighs, and my pussy over my maroon colour panties, the twisted maroon colour panties outlining my pussy lips clearly in the dim berth light.
To my shock, the ugly guy who was peeing in the bush while watching us at the stop was sitting in the opposite double berth, staring straight at my exposed thighs and pussy over my maroon colour panties. Next to him sat another ugly guy wearing an Indian cricket team t-shirt and black pants, his eyes also locked on my feet anklets, ankles, knees, thighs, inner thighs, and my pussy over my maroon colour panties. Both men got a full long view of my half-naked lower body, their ugly faces lighting up with filthy hunger.
I gasped, shame burning hot in my chest, boobs heaving fast inside my purple blouse, nipples erect and hard over the purple blouse. I pulled my white saree along with my white petticoat down fast over my thighs and pussy, covering everything again, grabbed the water bottle from his hand rough, and shoved the curtains closed hard, blocking out the aisle, the helper, the staring passenger below.
My heart hammered loud, mangalsutra swinging between my boobs, pussy lips still pinched uncomfortable inside the twisted maroon colour panties, but now the discomfort mixed with deep shame and a secret wet warmth I hated feeling. The three men’s eyes stayed burned in my mind, their stares on my pussy over my maroon colour panties, my thighs, my anklets. I sat frozen, white saree bunched tight around my waist, unable to adjust my maroon colour panties anymore, the bus rolling deeper into the night, carrying me toward Chennai with this new filthy secret pulsing between my legs.


After a long moment sitting frozen in shame, heart still pounding loud from the three men staring at my pussy over my maroon colour panties, I pushed the thin curtain aside gently, peeking out slow to make sure no one was watching the aisle. The dim blue lights showed empty space, no eyes turned my way. I pulled the curtain closed again fast, sealing myself in the small berth.
Now alone, I leaned back, grabbed the hem of my white saree and white petticoat once more, lifted them up my thighs quick, and reached down to adjust my maroon colour panties. The twisted panties had caught deep between my ass crack and pussy lips, pinching my clit and pussy lips painfully. I pulled the maroon colour panties out from my ass crack, slid the front smooth over my pussy lips, tugged the sides up over my hips until they sat snug again, hugging my ass cheeks and pussy lips properly. Relief washed through me as the discomfort eased, my pussy still warm and slightly wet from the earlier shame and touches.
As I tried to relax, lowered my white saree and white petticoat back over my thighs, smoothed the pallu over my boobs, that’s when I realized I had left my cellphone in the kit bag, and that bag was locked in the luggage compartment below. I so badly wanted my cellphone because the berth felt boring already, the long eight-hour ride stretching ahead with nothing but dark highway and my own thoughts. The cellphone was my only time pass, my music, my messages from my husband, pictures of my three sons.
I opened the curtain again, looked toward the driver’s cabin at the front of the bus. Luckily the helper saw me peeking out, his eyes lighting up fast. I gestured him to come with a small wave of my hand.
He came readily toward my upper berth, climbing the short ladder steps halfway so his face was level with mine. I actually felt shy to even look into his eyes and talk, because he had seen my feet with anklets, my ankles, my knees, my thighs, my inner thighs, and my pussy over my maroon colour panties clearly. My cheeks burned hot, boobs rising and falling fast inside my purple blouse, nipples still erect over the blouse.
Gathering courage, I lowered my eyes and asked soft, "Can you make the bus stop for a moment so I can pick up my cellphone from my bag in the luggage?"
He shook his head polite, but the way he said "No madam, cannot stop now," was slow, eyes dropping to my boobs and deep navel visible over the low saree dbang, giving me hope that if I was more nice to him, he would help.
In the moment of being nice to him, I went too nice. I reached out and held his hand gently, fingers wrapping around his rough palm. "Please," I said, voice soft and pleading.
He looked at my hand holding his, then at my face, getting bolder fast. "Sure ma'am," he said, lifted my hand to his lips, kissed my hand slow and wet, tongue flicking once against my skin.
He turned and walked toward the driver’s cabin over the door, spoke low to the driver for a while. After some minutes the bus slowed, pulled to the side of the highway, and stopped with a hiss of brakes.
I sat waiting in my berth, mangalsutra heavy between my boobs, pussy lips tingling inside my freshly adjusted maroon colour panties from the touch of his lips on my hand, from the promise of getting my cellphone, from the dangerous game I had just started playing with this helper who had already seen too much of my body. The bus stood quiet in the night, engine idling, and I felt my heart beat deep with nervousness, shame, and that hidden naughty warmth only growing stronger.


The bus stood still on the dark highway shoulder, engine idling low, red tail lights glowing faint in the night. The helper climbed back up the steps quick, reached my upper berth, and whispered close to my ear, "You must make it quick, madam. Driver will not wait long."
I nodded fast, heart racing, "Yes, thank you."
As I swung my legs over the edge to get down the ladder, he grabbed me by my underarms from below, fingers digging firm under my boobs over the purple blouse. He helped me get down, but while I was descending the narrow steps, he pulled me onto him sudden and hard. My boobs crushed against his chest over my purple blouse, nipples erect and rubbing through the blouse against his shirt. He wrapped my arms around his neck, hugged me tight, body pressed full against mine, and murmured, "I have got you, madam. Do not worry."
He began taking me into his complete embrace, squeezing my boobs harder against his chest, his arms locked around my waist over the white saree, hips grinding slow once against my hips. I was in shock for a moment, breath caught in my throat. He was the second man in my life hugging me this way, other than my husband. I did not know how to react, body frozen, mangalsutra trapped between my boobs and his chest. But deep inside, shame and confusion mixed with something darker—I felt like I had given myself to him already, surrendered my loyal Tamil wife body to this stranger’s hold.
As I tried to break the hug, pushing lightly at his shoulders, he held tighter. "It’s okay madam, I will carry you," he said, voice thick with lust.
He hugged me even harder, lifted me off the last step, carried me down the aisle toward the door near the driver. My boobs stayed crushed against him, nipples hard and sensitive over the purple blouse, pussy lips tingling inside my maroon colour panties from the forbidden closeness. The two ugly men sat in their double berth, watching every second of the embrace, eyes hungry on my ass cheeks over the white saree, my thighs dangling as he carried me.
When he reached the door, he lowered me slow to the steps. I got down first, white saree rustling against my thighs, pallu slightly slipped to show more of my deep navel. I walked to the side luggage compartment, adjusted my saree and blouse with shaky hands, tugging the pallu back over my shoulder, smoothing the pleats low on my hips.
The helper stood behind me, opening the compartment door, but his eyes never left my body. He ogled my boobs shamelessly even after hugging me so much, staring at the way my boobs rose and fell with my quick breaths, nipples poking hard over the purple blouse. His cock looked thick and erect again in his short shorts, head of cock pushing against the shorts.


The side luggage compartment stood open under the bus. Dim highway lights cast long shadows. I knelt down to search inside my kit bag for the cellphone charger cable. My fingers fumbled through the spare clothes and the dozen dirty panties and bras I had packed. All of them were worn for one full week. They still carried the strong smell of my pussy lips and sweat from under my boobs. The charger cable got caught in one of the dirty panties, tangled in the crotch where the pussy marks were strongest. While pulling the charger cable hard to free it, the panties came out along with it and fell to the ground.
The helper saw it immediately. He bent down quick. He picked up my dirty panties from the dirt. He brought them close to his nose and started sniffing deep. He inhaled the strong scent of my pussy lips and week-old wetness shamelessly. His eyes closed in pleasure.
I got so embarrassed. My face burned hot. My boobs heaved fast inside my purple blouse. My nipples stood erect over the blouse. "Give me my panties back," I whispered urgent. My voice shook.
He looked at me with a filthy grin. Then he quickly ran inside the bus with my dirty panties clutched in his hand. He disappeared up the steps.
At the same moment, the bus driver began honking loud and yelling from the cabin. "Madam! Get back inside fast! We are leaving now!"
In a hurry, I picked up a small hand bag which had money. I put my cellphone, my charger cable, and my earphone inside it quick. I zipped the small hand bag closed. I hurried up the steps without even looking down. My white saree rustled against my thighs. My maroon colour panties hugged my pussy lips tight. They were still wet from earlier touches and shame. As I tried to climb the ladder to my upper berth, the guy in the lower berth opened his curtain sudden. His mouth came exactly near my deep navel. His lips landed firm on my exposed deep navel. He kissed it deep and slow. His tongue slid out to lick the center of my deep navel in a hot wet circle. He tasted my sweat and skin. The kiss lingered erotic and possessive. His breath stayed warm against my waist. His lips sucked gently once before pulling back. He pretended it was an accident as the bus jerked. Nobody other than my husband had ever kissed my deep navel like that. The stranger's tongue on my deep navel sent a forbidden shiver straight to my pussy lips. My clit throbbed hard inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy grew wetter with unwanted heat. I ignored it. I pretended not to feel the deep erotic pull. I pulled myself up fast and settled on my berth mattress.
As I was about to close the curtain full, I noted through the small gap. The helper stood near the driver’s cabin door. He was holding my dirty panties up. He showed it to the driver. Both men sniffed the crotch together. They inhaled the smell of my pussy lips deep. They laughed low and filthy.
It felt so embarrassing. Shame flooded my whole body. My mangalsutra hung heavy between my boobs. My pussy throbbed wet inside my maroon colour panties from the humiliation and the stranger's tongue on my deep navel. I yanked the curtain closed hard. I sat curled in the dark berth. My knees pressed to my chest. My white saree bunched around my hips. My deep navel still tingled hot and wet from the lower berth guy’s deep kiss. The bus lurched forward again. The engine roared. It carried me away from the stop. But the filthy memory of my dirty panties in their hands and the stranger's tongue circling my deep navel stayed. They sniffed and shared it like a trophy. The image burned in my mind. My clit swelled against the maroon colour panties. My pussy lips grew juicy with unwanted heat. Guilt and arousal twisted together deep inside my loyal Tamil wife soul. The night highway swallowed the bus whole.

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Back in my upper berth, curtains closed tight around me, I sat with the small hand bag on my lap. My white saree bunched around my hips, mangalsutra resting heavy between my boobs over the purple blouse. I opened the water bottle the helper gave earlier. I drank the full bottle slow, cool water sliding down my throat, filling my belly. The cold liquid helped calm my racing heart a little. I pulled out my earphones from the small hand bag, plugged them into my cellphone, and played Ilayaraja music. Soft melodies of old Tamil songs filled my ears. The gentle rhythm and soulful voice wrapped around me. My eyelids grew heavy. I leaned back against the berth wall. My boobs rose and fell slow inside my purple blouse. My nipples softened over the blouse. I fell asleep deep in the quiet hum of the bus and the night highway.

Around 1 AM the bus slowed and stopped with a gentle hiss. The helper walked down the aisle and announced loud enough for everyone to hear, "The bus will stop here for fifteen minutes. Use the toilet, have tea, come back quick."
I woke up sudden, bladder full and pressing. I wanted to pee bad. I grabbed my small hand bag, pushed the curtain aside, and started climbing down the ladder slow. As I descended, the stranger in the lower berth opened his curtain again. His mouth came straight to my deep navel. He kissed it deeper this time, lips sealing firm around my deep navel, tongue pushing inside my deep navel, swirling slow and wet, tasting every inch of my deep navel with hungry suction. The erotic pull shot straight to my pussy lips. My clit throbbed hard inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy grew wetter instant. Nobody other than my husband had ever kissed my deep navel with such filthy intensity. The stranger's tongue made me feel exposed, claimed, and shamefully horny. I ignored him, pretended the deep wet kiss did not happen, pulled myself down the rest of the ladder, and started walking toward the door.
As I got down from the bus with my small hand bag in hand, the night air hit cool on my face. A bakery and tea stall stood bright on the highway side. Another bus had already stopped there, passengers milling around. The ugly guy who peed in the bush and the other ugly guy in the Indian cricket team t-shirt got down as well. They walked behind me slow, eyes on my ass cheeks over the white saree.
I headed straight to the ladies toilet at the back of the stall. Thankfully it was almost empty, only one or two ladies inside. I went into one Indian toilet stall, squatted low over the hole in the floor, lifted my white saree and white petticoat up to my waist, pulled my maroon colour panties down to my knees, and peed long and strong. The warm stream poured out from my pussy lips, splashing loud in the hole below. Relief flooded through my body as my bladder emptied. When I finished, I pulled out wet wipes from my small hand bag. I wiped my pussy lips clean first, the cool wipe gliding over my pussy and clit, removing every drop. Then I wiped my asshole thorough, the wipe sliding between my ass cheeks to clean the tight ring. My pussy and asshole felt fresh and cool after the wipes, the slight sting of cleanliness making them tingle lightly. My pussy lips felt smooth and sensitive again, my asshole puckered tight and clean.
I came out, stood in front of the washbasin mirror, washed my face with cold water, gargled my mouth clean, and felt fresh all over. I adjusted my white saree low on my hips, smoothed the pallu over my boobs, tugged the front pleats neat over my deep navel. My boobs bounced gently inside my purple blouse, nipples still slightly erect over the blouse from the stranger's tongue on my deep navel. I walked out of the toilet area, small hand bag in hand, the night air and the tea stall smells mixing around me. My pussy stayed warm and juicy inside my maroon colour panties, the memory of the deep navel kiss keeping that secret horny pulse alive as I headed back toward the bus.


I walked away from the washbasin mirror with fresh energy in my steps. My pussy felt cool and clean inside my maroon colour panties after the wet wipes. My pussy lips stayed smooth and sensitive, no stickiness left, just a light fresh tingle that made every step rub them gently together. My asshole felt tight and fresh too, the wipes removing every trace, leaving the ring puckered clean and cool between my ass cheeks. The fresh feeling spread through my lower body, making my thighs feel light as I moved toward the bakery stall.
The bakery counter glowed bright under yellow bulbs. Steam rose from the tea kettle and hot samosas fried in oil. I stood in line, small hand bag held against my boobs over the purple blouse. I ordered one cup of hot tea and one samosa. The shop man handed them over quick. I paid from the money in my small hand bag, took the items, and sat at a small plastic table near the edge of the stall.
I blew on the hot tea first. Steam warmed my face as I sipped slow. The hot tea burned my tongue a little, then slid down my throat in a warm rush, filling my belly with comforting heat. I bit into the samosa next. The outer layer cracked crisp between my teeth. Hot potato masala inside spilled onto my tongue, spicy and oily, burning my mouth in delicious fire. I chewed slow, savoring the heat spreading through my mouth, the spice making my lips tingle. Each bite sent warmth down my throat, mixing with the tea, making my whole body feel alive and satisfied.
My boobs rose and fell gently inside my purple blouse as I ate, nipples still slightly erect over the blouse from the stranger's tongue on my deep navel. My pussy stayed warm and juicy inside my maroon colour panties, the fresh clean feeling from the wipes mixing with the secret horny pulse that refused to leave. I finished the tea and samosa, licked my fingers clean, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and felt full and refreshed.
The fifteen minutes ticked by slow. The ugly guy and the Indian cricket team t-shirt guy stood nearby, watching me eat, eyes on my boobs and deep navel over the low white saree dbang. I ignored them, stood up, adjusted my pallu over my shoulder, smoothed my white saree on my hips, and walked back toward the bus. My ass cheeks moved full and round under the saree, maroon colour panties hugging my pussy lips snug, the fresh tingle in my pussy and asshole keeping me aware of every step. The bus waited ahead, engine idling, ready to carry me deeper into the night toward Chennai.
I sat at the small plastic table outside the bakery stall. The hot tea steamed in my hand. I sipped slow, feeling the warmth spread down my throat. I bit into the samosa. The crisp outer layer cracked. Hot potato masala filled my mouth, spicy and burning delicious. I chewed, savoring the heat on my tongue, the oil making my lips tingle.
The ugly man sat down across from me without asking. He held his own tea cup. I felt scared sudden. My boobs rose quick inside my purple blouse. My nipples poked slightly over the blouse. I kept my eyes down on the samosa.
He spoke low and calm. "Do not be afraid, madam. My name is Anand. I am from Indian Intelligence. Secret agent."
I looked up confused. "Intelligence? Sir, what is that?"
He smiled patient. "I work for the Army, madam. Protecting the country. Like your father and your husband."
I felt a little safer. "You work for Army, sir? Like my dad and my husband?"
"Yes, madam. Exactly like them. I saw your dad's TVS 50 at the stop. The Ex-Army sticker. Your dad was in the Army."
Pride filled my chest. "Yes, sir. My dad served twenty years. And my husband is serving now."
He nodded serious. "That is why I came to you, madam. The man traveling with me, his name is Gopi. He is a Pakistani and China collaborated biowar candidate. He carries a new virus. We have to collect his semen sample."
I blinked fast. "Sir, what is biowar?"
He explained clear and intelligent. "Biowar means biological warfare. Enemies create viruses to attack countries. Like Covid, corona virus. It killed lakhs. That was small. Now they make bigger ones. Gopi has the new virus in his body. If we get his semen sample, we study it, make vaccine fast, save crores of Indians."
I stared wide eyed. "Sir, how can virus be in semen?"
"Virus hides in body fluids, madam. Semen is strong carrier. We need fresh sample in good quantity. I followed him from Hyderabad. I befriended him for this mission. Without the sample, the virus can spread. Millions can die."
Tears pricked my eyes. "Sir, so many people?"
"Yes, madam. Crores of mothers, children, soldiers. Your father fought on border. Your husband fights now. This is new war. Inside bodies. You can stop it."
I felt my voice shake. "But sir, how can I help?"
He leaned in. "You are Army daughter. Army wife. You carry the same courage. The lives of so many Indians are in your hands tonight. One small help. Make Gopi trust you. Get him to follow you. We collect the sample in a safe place. India will be safe because of you."
My chest tightened with emotion. "Sir, is it secret? My husband, my dad, they will not know?"
"Complete secret, madam. Only you, me, and the nation. Think of your sons growing up safe. Think of every family safe. You can save them all."
I wiped tears. Pride and fear mixed deep. "Sir, I want to make my dad proud. My husband proud. For India."
He looked straight into my eyes. "Then promise me, madam. Promise you will help me save India like your father and your husband saved us on borders. Promise on your mangalsutra, on your family, on Bharat Mata."
Tears fell now. My voice broke. "Yes, sir. I promise. I will help. For my country. For my dad. For my husband. I will do it."
He nodded once, satisfied. "Good, madam. You are brave. Like a true soldier's daughter and wife. The nation will never forget."
I finished the last bite of samosa, hands shaking. My pussy stayed warm inside my maroon colour panties. The patriotic fire burned strong. I looked at him, voice small. "Sir, what should I do now?"


Anand sipped his tea slow, eyes steady on mine. "Madam, I cannot reveal the exact strategy to get Gopi’s semen sample. It is top secret. If word leaks, the mission fails. Enemies will know. Lives will be lost."
I nodded quick, heart pounding. "Yes, sir. I understand."
He leaned forward, voice firm but kind. "But madam, you must promise me one thing. Promise that you will do anything for this mission. Anything at all. No questions. No hesitation. For our country. For the safety of crores."
I felt tears rise again. "Sir, anything?"
"Yes, madam. Anything. Think of the soldiers on borders. Your father stood there. Your husband stands there now. They risk life every day. This is your chance to risk for them. To risk for India. To save our people from invisible enemy. Virus does not care about borders. It can kill us all inside our homes. You hold the power to stop it. Promise me you will do anything."
My mangalsutra felt heavy between my boobs. Pride burned deep. "Sir, I promise. I will do anything. For my country. For my dad. For my husband. For every Indian."
He placed his hand over his heart. "Then you are also part of this mission, madam. You are also Army person now. Soldier in secret war. Your courage will save us."
I wiped my eyes, voice shaking but strong. "Yes, sir. I am ready. I will not let my country down."
He smiled once, small and proud. "Good, madam. Very good. The nation needs women like you."
The bus horn sounded again. Passengers started boarding. I stood up, adjusted my white saree pallu over my boobs, heart full of emotion. My pussy stayed warm inside my maroon colour panties, the patriotic fire mixing with the unknown fear of what "anything" meant. I walked toward the bus steps, Anand behind me, my naive soul now committed to the mission completely.


We walked toward the bus steps together. Anand stopped me sudden with a hand on my arm. "Wait, madam. Come this way first."
He took me behind the bus into the dark bushes at the side of the highway. Gopi stood there peeing, back turned, cock out in his hand, stream hitting the ground loud. Anand whispered quick. "Madam, I will introduce you to Gopi now. I will tell him you are a high class whore from Chennai. I paid you to fuck you in the bus, in the sleeper berth. Threesome. You, me, and him."
Fear gripped my chest hard. My boobs rose fast inside my purple blouse. My nipples poked hard over the blouse. My pussy clenched inside my maroon colour panties. "Sir, no. I cannot. This is too much."
Anand turned me to face him, eyes intense. "Madam, do not get scared. Be brave. You are daughter of an Army man. Wife of an Army man. Your father faced bullets. Your husband faces bullets every day. This is your battle now. Not with gun. With your body. One night. One act. To save crores of lives. To stop the virus. To protect every child, every mother, every soldier. You promised. You swore on your mangalsutra. You swore for Bharat Mata."
Tears filled my eyes. My voice broke. "Sir, but this... this is dirty. My husband... my dad..."
"They will never know, madam. But India will know one day. A secret hero. A brave woman who used her body to save the nation. Your father and husband fight enemies outside. You fight the enemy inside. The virus. The biowar. You are soldier too. Stronger than them tonight. Do this for them. Do this for your sons. Do this for every Indian who sleeps safe tonight because of you."
My heart pounded with emotion. Pride and shame twisted together. I wiped my tears. "Sir, for my country... I will be brave."
He squeezed my shoulder gentle. "Good, madam. You are true daughter of soldier. True wife of soldier. Come. I will introduce you now."
I nodded slow, mangalsutra heavy between my boobs, pussy warm and wet inside my maroon colour panties from fear and the weight of duty. Anand led me forward. Gopi finished peeing, tucked his cock back, turned toward us. My naive heart beat fast, ready to play the part for India.

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Gopi finished peeing. He shook his cock once, tucked it back into his pants, and turned around. Anand grabbed my waist from behind, pulled me close against him. His cock hardened inside his track pants. He rubbed it slow and firm all over my ass cheeks over the white saree. The thick length pressed deep between my ass cheeks, sliding up and down. I felt it hot and hard against my asshole through the layers.

Anand spoke loud to Gopi. "Look, Gopi. This is Sudha. High class whore from Chennai. I paid her for a threesome. You, me, and her. Inside our sleeper berth in the bus. Full night. Anything you want."
Gopi stared at me wide eyed. He could not believe it. A pleasant surprise spread across his ugly face. "Anand, you joking? This woman? She looks like a decent wife. Not a whore."
Anand laughed low. "No joke, Gopi. She is expensive. But worth it."
To prove it, Anand inserted both hands underneath my white saree pallu. He grabbed my boobs over my purple blouse. He began squeezing them hard. His fingers dug into my full boobs, palms crushing the soft flesh, thumbs rubbing my nipples over the blouse. My nipples grew erect and hard instant, poking sharp over the blouse. I felt totally embarrassed. The tea stall guy stood behind the counter in his lungi and banian. His stop was almost dark, only a weak bulb glowing above him. He watched us openly, eyes fixed on Anand’s hands squeezing my boobs.
Shame burned hot in my face. My pussy clenched inside my maroon colour panties. At the same time I told myself I was doing this for the country. For crores of lives. For my dad. For my husband. My body began to react to Anand’s hands. My pussy lips grew wetter inside my maroon colour panties. My clit throbbed slow. My heart screamed that what I was doing was wrong. A loyal Tamil wife. A mother. A daughter of soldier. But my mind kept repeating the truth. I was doing all this to save lives. To stop the virus. To protect India. The mission mattered more than shame.
Anand squeezed my boobs harder, voice low in my ear. "See, Gopi? She is ready. High class. Tight. Wet. You will enjoy."
Gopi stepped closer, eyes hungry on my boobs in Anand’s hands. "Okay. Let me taste her first."
He came forward fast. Before I could react, Gopi grabbed my face with both hands and kissed my lips hard. His mouth crushed mine, tongue pushing inside, tasting my tongue, my teeth, the inside of my cheeks. The kiss was rough, wet, possessive. My boobs stayed crushed in Anand’s hands while Gopi kissed me deep. My pussy flooded with fresh wetness inside my maroon colour panties. My clit pulsed. Shame and duty fought inside me, but the patriotic fire kept me standing there, letting it happen.
Behind the counter the tea stall guy watched everything. His lungi began tenting at the front. His hand slipped under the lungi. He grabbed his cock and started jerking off slow, stroking his cock up and down while staring at Gopi kissing my lips and Anand squeezing my boobs. The weak bulb cast shadows over his moving hand.
Anand whispered in my ear while Gopi kept kissing me. "Good, madam. Let him taste. You are doing this for India."
I stood trapped between them, lips being kissed, boobs being squeezed, pussy growing juicier, mind repeating: for the country, for the country, for the country. The tea stall guy jerked faster, eyes never leaving us. The night stayed dark around the stall, the bus waiting, and my body betraying me more with every second.


Gopi kissed my lips hard. His mouth tasted filthy, bitter from cheap beedi smoke, sour from old gutka, salty sweat, and stale onion breath mixed with paan spit. The stink filled my nose, made me want to pull away, but his tongue shoved deep inside my mouth, thick and slimy, rubbing my tongue, my gums, the roof of my mouth. The kiss was unkissable, wet, sloppy, drool leaking from the corner of my lips. I hated it. My body tensed, pussy lips clenching tight inside my maroon colour panties.
Anand whispered hot into my ear while squeezing my boobs over the purple blouse. "Kiss him back, madam. Passionately. It is the order. For the mission."
I obeyed. I began kissing Gopi’s lips back passionately, ignoring the stink. My tongue moved against his, swirling slow, sucking his filthy tongue into my mouth. My pussy grew wetter instant, pussy lips sliding slick inside my maroon colour panties, clit throbbing hard. I hated it. My heart screamed this was wrong, a loyal wife betraying her husband, her mangalsutra. But my mind repeated: for the country, for crores of lives, for my dad, for my husband. I was saving India. The mission demanded this.
Watching me and Gopi kissing, the tea stall guy got too excited. He stood behind the counter in his lungi and banian, the almost dark stop hiding his movements. His hand slipped under his lungi. He grabbed his cock, thick and veiny, and began jerking off fast. He stroked his cock up and down, head of cock shiny with pre-cum, balls swinging heavy. His eyes locked on Gopi’s mouth on my lips, on Anand’s hands squeezing my boobs.
Gopi squeezed my ass cheeks over my white saree. His rough hands grabbed both ass cheeks hard, fingers digging deep into the full round flesh, spreading them apart slightly over the saree, palms rubbing slow circles, thumbs pressing toward my asshole through the layers. The squeeze made my pussy flood more wetness into my maroon colour panties. My clit pulsed with each hard grip.
The tea stall guy could not hold it anymore. His hand jerked faster, stroking his cock rough and quick. His balls tightened. He moaned low. His cock jerked hard. Thick ropes of cum shot out from his cock, splashing all over the floor behind the counter, white and sticky in the dim light.
As the bus honked loud again, Anand pulled back slightly, voice rough. "Let us take the whore inside and fuck her, Gopi."
He grabbed my waist, turned me toward the bus steps. Gopi released my ass cheeks, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and followed. I walked between them, pussy dripping wet inside my maroon colour panties, boobs still tingling from the squeezes, lips swollen and tasting of Gopi’s filth. Shame burned deep, but I told myself again and again: for the country. For the mission. For India. The bus waited, dark and ready.


We climbed the bus steps together. Anand went first. I followed behind him. Gopi followed close after me, his breath heavy on my neck. We reached their double berth. Gopi climbed up to the upper berth first. All of a sudden Gopi reached down, grabbed my waist over my white saree, carried me up, and placed me next to Anand on the mattress. Gopi then got up and slept next to me on my left side. He pulled the curtain closed from inside, sealing us in the narrow dark space.
Anand picked up the empty water bottle from earlier and placed it on the small water bottle holder attached to the berth wall. The bus started moving again, engine rumbling low under us.
Anand turned me around toward my right to face him. He took me into his complete embrace. My arms wrapped around his neck. His arms locked tight around my waist over my white saree. He whispered into my ear. "Madam, our mission is to collect Gopi’s semen in that bottle. Stay calm. Follow my lead."
I nodded slow, heart pounding. "Yes, sir."
Anand whispered again. "Let us start tempting him now."
He began kissing me all over my face and neck. His lips moved wet and slow across my cheeks, my forehead, down my neck. His tongue licked the side of my neck, tasting my sweat. He sucked gently on the skin below my ear. My pussy throbbed inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy lips grew wetter. My clit pulsed hard. For a moment I felt like I was cheating. Guilt stabbed deep in my chest. My husband’s face flashed in my mind. My mangalsutra swung heavy between my boobs. I whispered to Anand’s ear, voice trembling. "Sir, shall I stroke his cock and collect the semen in the bottle?"
Anand got angry instant. His grip tightened on my waist. "Don’t tell me what to do, madam. Just obey my commands. I am in charge of this mission. You do only what I say."
I nodded quick, shame flooding me. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
He continued kissing me all over my neck. His lips sucked harder now, tongue tracing wet lines down to my collarbone. My boobs pressed against his chest over my purple blouse. My nipples stood erect and hard over the blouse. My pussy dripped wetness into my maroon colour panties. I hated it. Hated the betrayal. Hated my body reacting to a stranger’s mouth. But I told myself again and again: I was doing this for my country. To save crores of lives. To stop the biowar. To make my dad proud. To make my husband proud in secret. The mission was bigger than my marriage. Bigger than my shame. I closed my eyes, let Anand kiss my neck deeper, and whispered silent prayers to Bharat Mata for strength. Gopi lay close on my left, watching, waiting, his breath quickening in the dark berth. The bus rolled on into the night.


Inside the closed curtain of the upper berth, Gopi grabbed the end of my white saree pallu. He began tugging it slow, unwrapping the saree from my shoulder. I looked at Anand, eyes wide with fear, pleading silent for him to stop. But Anand joined Gopi. He grabbed the other side of my saree, pulled it down my arms, helped Gopi drag the saree off my body. The white saree slid down my hips, past my thighs, pooled at my feet. They both worked together, unwrapping me completely until I stood only in my white bra and purple blouse, deep navel fully visible above my white petticoat, mangalsutra hanging heavy between my boobs.
"Sir, I can stroke his cock and collect the semen in the bottle," I whispered softly to Anand, voice shaking.
Anand got angry instant. He slapped me hard on my face. The sharp sound echoed in the small berth. My cheek burned red. Tears rolled down my cheeks out of pain and shock. He leaned close to my ear, whispered rough. "Don’t tell me what to do, madam. I am in charge of this mission. Listen to my commands only."
I nodded fast, tears streaming. Fear gripped me. I felt betrayed by Anand, the man I trusted for the mission. He was supposed to protect me, guide me. But he slapped me like I was nothing. At the same time, I knew I had to accomplish the mission with him. Follow his commands. Save the country. My pussy stayed wet inside my maroon colour panties, pussy lips slick from the earlier kisses and squeezes. Guilt crushed me hard. I let him do this to me. Let a stranger slap me. Let them strip my saree. I was cheating on my husband. Betraying my marriage. My mangalsutra felt like a lie against my boobs.
But the slap made my cheek sting hot. When Anand planted a soft kiss on the same cheek where he slapped, his lips warm on the burning skin, my body began to react. My pussy throbbed harder. My clit pulsed inside my maroon colour panties. Fresh wetness leaked from my pussy lips. I hated it. Hated how my body turned horny from the slap and the kiss. Shame flooded me deeper. Tears kept falling. But I whispered to myself: for the country. For crores of lives. For my dad. For my husband. The mission demanded everything. I wiped my tears, nodded again to Anand, ready to obey whatever came next in the dark berth. Gopi watched hungry, waiting for his turn. The bus rolled on into the night.


Anand grabbed the remaining white saree from the floor. He folded it quick and placed it in the corner of the berth. Then he turned to Gopi. "Get naked, Gopi. Remove all your clothes."
Gopi nodded eager. He pulled off his shirt, pushed down his pants, and removed his underwear. His cock stood erect, thick and hard, balls hanging heavy below. Anand removed his own clothes next. He unbuttoned his shirt, pushed down his track pants, stripped off his underwear. His cock grew hard and long, head shiny, veins bulging along the length.
Anand turned back to me. He grabbed the front of my purple blouse. He unhooked the front hooks one by one, slow and deliberate. The blouse opened wide. He removed the blouse off my arms, folded it, and placed it on top of my white saree in the corner. Now I stood only in my white bra and white petticoat, deep navel fully visible, boobs heaving inside the white bra, nipples erect and poking hard over the bra cups.
Fear gripped me hard. My body trembled. I felt betrayed by Anand. He slapped me. He stripped me. He let Gopi see my boobs and deep navel. He was supposed to protect the mission, not expose me like this. Tears filled my eyes again. But I knew I had to accomplish the mission with him. Follow his commands. Save the country. Save crores of lives. Guilt crushed my chest. I let him do this to me. Let a stranger remove my blouse. Let him see my boobs in white bra. My husband would never forgive me. My mangalsutra felt like a chain of shame between my boobs.
At the same time, my body began to react. My pussy throbbed hot inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy lips grew slicker. My clit pulsed with unwanted need. Fresh wetness leaked from my pussy. I hated it. Hated how horny I became from the humiliation. From being stripped in front of two men. From the mission turning me into this. But I told myself over and over: for India. For my dad. For my husband. For every child who would live safe because of this night. I wiped my tears, stood straight, deep navel rising and falling with my breaths, ready to obey whatever command came next in the dark berth. Gopi stared hungry at my boobs in white bra and my exposed deep navel. Anand watched me with cold control. The bus rolled deeper into the night.


The three of us knelt on the narrow berth mattress, knees spread wide. I stayed only in my white bra and white petticoat. My deep navel rose and fell with quick breaths. Anand and Gopi knelt naked on both sides of me. Their cocks stood erect and hard, thick veins pulsing along the lengths, heads shiny and swollen.
Anand looked at Gopi. "I am going to suck her boobs now. You stroke your cock if you feel like cumming. Cum inside the water bottle." He pointed at the empty bottle in the holder.
Gopi nodded fast, hand already wrapping around his cock. "Yes. I will."
That is when I got the idea. Anand’s plan was to make Gopi himself jerk off and cum inside the water bottle to collect the semen sample. No need for me to touch him. Just tempt him until he exploded on his own.
Anand grabbed the back of my white bra. He reached behind my back, unhooked the hooks one by one. The bra loosened. He pulled the straps down my arms, removed the white bra completely off me. My heavy boobs fell free, nipples erect and pink in the dim berth light. The feeling of the bra being removed in the bus hit me hard. Shame flooded my face. My boobs bounced exposed to two strangers. My mangalsutra rested between my naked boobs, a symbol of my marriage now mocking me. Excitement betrayed me too. My nipples hardened more from the cool air and their stares. My pussy throbbed hot inside my maroon colour panties.
Anand began squeezing my boobs. His rough hands grabbed both boobs hard, palms crushing the boobs, fingers pinching my nipples. He whispered into my ear. "I am going to suck your boobs now, madam. Enjoy yourself. Get more excited. Make him jerk off faster. No suspicion that we are acting. Obey."
I nodded, voice small. "Yes, sir."
Anand lowered his mouth to my left boob. He took the entire boob deep into his hot wet mouth. His lips sealed tight around the base, sucking with strong pulls that made the boob swell fuller inside him. His tongue attacked my nipple, lashing it fast in tight circles, then flicking the tip over and over until it throbbed painfully erect. He sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, pulling the nipple deep, stretching it with his lips. Wet slurping sounds filled the berth, saliva dripping down the curve of my boob. He released with a pop, nipple swollen red and shiny, then dove back, teeth grazing the sensitive nipple lightly, biting just enough to send electric jolts straight to my pussy. He moved to my right boob, repeating every filthy motion: deep suction, tongue swirling wild, nipple tugged and rolled between his lips, saliva coating the whole boob until it glistened. Pleasure exploded through my boobs, shooting down my belly, making my pussy lips flood wetness into my maroon colour panties. My clit throbbed with every hard suck, every pull on my nipples. I forgot I was married. Forgot my husband. I began enjoying it fully. My back arched hard. My boobs pushed deeper into his mouth. Moans escaped my throat loud and needy.
Gopi watched, eyes wide. He stroked his cock fast, hand pumping the thick length up and down, balls swinging heavy with each jerk. Pre-cum leaked thick from the head of his cock, dripping onto his fingers, making his strokes slick and noisy.
I hated it. Hated how my body betrayed me. How my pussy dripped wetness into my maroon colour panties from a stranger sucking my boobs so filthily. But I told myself: for the country. For the mission. For saving lives. The guilt and pleasure twisted together, making my nipples harder, my pussy juicier. Anand kept sucking, moving between my boobs, tongue and lips working my nipples raw, swollen, and hypersensitive. Gopi stroked faster, breath ragged, ready to cum into the bottle any moment. The bus rolled on, the dark night hiding our secret.
Anand lifted his mouth from my boobs. My nipples stood swollen and red, shiny with his saliva. He glanced at Gopi stroking his cock fast, but still not cumming. Anand whispered to me. "He is not close enough yet, madam. We need more temptation."
He grabbed my waist over the white petticoat. He lowered me slow onto the berth mattress on my back. My boobs bounced free as I lay down. Anand knelt between my spread knees. He grabbed the hem of my white petticoat. He began lifting it slow and sensual. The white petticoat rose inch by inch up my thighs. First my knees appeared, smooth and round. Then the full length of my thighs came into view, soft and full, glowing in the dim berth light. He lifted higher, revealing my inner thighs, the sensitive skin close to my hips. The petticoat bunched around my waist. My maroon colour panties came fully exposed, hugging my pussy lips tight, the crotch wet and dark with my wetness. Panty line stretched over my pussy and ass cheeks.
Both ugly men stared hungry. Their eyes roamed all over my legs, my knees, my thighs, my inner thighs, and my panties. Gopi’s cock jerked in his hand. Anand’s cock throbbed hard.
My body reacted instant. My pussy throbbed hot inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy lips swelled, sliding slick with fresh wetness. My clit pulsed hard against the panties. My nipples hardened more, aching from the sucking. I hated it. Hated how my body turned horny from two ugly strangers watching my legs, my knees, my thighs, my inner thighs, and my panties. Their filthy eyes burned on my exposed inner thighs and pussy over the panties. Shame crushed me. I was a married woman. Mother. Daughter of soldier. Wife of soldier. But my pussy dripped more wetness into the panties, clit throbbing with forbidden need. Guilt twisted deep in my chest. I let them see this. Let them lust after my pussy over my panties. But I told myself: for the country. For the mission. For saving crores of lives. I had to tempt him. Make him cum. The mission demanded my body.
Anand whispered low. "Good, madam. Let him see. Let him want. He will cum soon."
Gopi stroked his cock faster, eyes locked on my panties and pussy lips outlined wet underneath. My boobs heaved with every breath, nipples erect and pink. The bus rolled on, the dark berth thick with heat and shame.
Anand bent down close to my ear. His breath hot against my skin. He whispered low. "Now I am going to remove your panties, madam."
I whispered back begging, voice trembling. "Sir, please no. I will suck Gopi’s cock if you want. I will make him cum."
It angered Anand instant. His hand came fast. He slapped me hard across my face. The sharp crack echoed in the berth. My cheek burned red hot. Pain stung deep. Tears rolled down my cheeks again. He leaned in close to my ear, voice rough. "Don’t give me orders, madam. I am in charge. Obey my commands only."
Then he planted a slow kiss on the same cheek where he slapped. His lips pressed soft and warm on the stinging skin. The tenderness after the slap felt good. Too good. My pussy clenched hard inside my maroon colour panties. My clit throbbed sharp. Fresh wetness leaked from my pussy lips. I hated it. Hated how my body turned horny from the slap and the kiss.
Anand grabbed the waistband of my maroon colour panties with both hands. He began pulling them down slow. The panties slid inch by inch over my hips. First the top edge lowered, revealing the smooth skin above my pussy. Then the panties peeled away from my pussy lips, the wet crotch clinging for a second before releasing with a soft sticky sound. The panties dragged down my thighs, exposing my full pussy completely. My pussy lips glistened shiny with wetness, swollen and pink, clit erect and peeking out. The panties continued sliding slow over my inner thighs, past my knees, down my calves, until he pulled them off my feet and dropped them to the side. My pussy lay naked now, open to the two ugly men, pussy lips parted slightly, wetness dripping slow onto the mattress. My ass cheeks pressed against the sheet, asshole tight and exposed below.
Shame crushed me. My pussy throbbed hot and needy in the open air. I hated how wet I became. Hated how my pussy lips swelled for strangers. But the mission burned in my mind. For India. For crores of lives. For my dad. For my husband. I had to obey. I had to tempt. My clit pulsed with every heartbeat. My boobs heaved. Nipples ached erect and pink. The bus rolled on, the dark berth thick with filthy heat. Gopi stared at my naked pussy, hand stroking his cock faster. Anand watched me with cold eyes, ready for the next command.

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Anand stared at my naked pussy. His mouth fell open. He could not believe how beautiful my pussy was. Gopi’s jaw dropped too. Both ugly men knelt frozen, eyes wide, unable to speak. My Tamil pussy looked perfect, pussy lips plump and full, outer pussy lips smooth and dark pink like ripe tamarind, inner pussy lips thinner and brighter, glistening wet with my wetness, clit erect and shiny at the top, small hood pulled back, the whole pussy shining like a fresh lotus in morning dew, surrounded by soft black pubic hair trimmed neat.

Anand reached down slow. He grabbed my thighs, spread them wider. He used both thumbs to spread my pussy lips open. My pussy parted fully, revealing the pink inner walls, dripping wetness in slow strings, clit throbbing visible, entrance tight and inviting. "Look at this beautiful Tamil pussy, Gopi. So perfect. So wet. This is what we tempt."
Gopi stroked his cock harder, hand pumping fast up and down the thick length, balls swinging heavy, pre-cum leaking thick from the head.
My body reacted instant. My pussy throbbed harder, pussy lips swelling more under their eyes. Fresh wetness poured out, dripping down my asshole. My clit pulsed sharp. My nipples ached erect on my boobs. I hated it. Hated how my pussy responded to two ugly strangers staring and spreading my pussy lips. Their filthy eyes devoured every inch of my pussy, my thighs, my inner thighs. Shame crushed me deep. I was exposed. Naked below the waist. A loyal wife. Mother. But the mission demanded it. For India. For saving lives. I bit my lip, tears in my eyes, body betraying me with more wetness.
Anand whispered into my ear while keeping my pussy lips spread. "Gopi is getting excited, madam. He is stroking faster. He might cum at any moment. We can collect his semen soon. Our mission will succeed. Stay open. Let him see."
He lowered his mouth again. He began sucking my boobs one after the other. His lips sealed around my left nipple, sucking deep, tongue swirling fast. Then right nipple, pulling it hard into his mouth, teeth grazing lightly. My boobs throbbed with pleasure. My pussy clenched, wetness dripping more. I moaned soft, back arching.
Gopi stroked his cock even faster, hand a blur, balls tightening, eyes glued to my spread pussy and Anand sucking my boobs. The berth filled with wet sucking sounds, stroking sounds, my soft moans. The bus rolled on into the night, the mission close to success.


Anand noticed Gopi still stroking his cock hard but not cumming yet. He glanced at the empty water bottle in the holder, then looked back at my spread pussy. Without warning, Anand moved between my legs. He grabbed his cock with one hand, placed the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. He pushed forward slow, inserting his cock inside my pussy. The thick head parted my pussy lips, stretching them wide as his cock slid deep inside my pussy, inch by inch, until his balls rested against my asshole.
I begged him instant. "Sir, no. Please stop. I cannot do this."
Anand slapped me hard on my left cheek. Pain flared hot. He slapped my right cheek even harder. Tears spilled from my eyes. He continued fucking me, pushing his cock deep inside my pussy, pulling out slow, then thrusting back in hard. Shame and betrayal spread all over my body. My husband’s face flashed in my mind. My mangalsutra swung between my boobs with every thrust. I was letting a stranger fuck my pussy. Betraying my marriage. Betraying everything. Guilt crushed me.
But the moment Anand began kissing my cheeks where he slapped, his lips soft and warm on the stinging skin, my body began to react. My pussy clenched tight around his cock. My pussy lips hugged his cock slick and wet. My clit throbbed against his pubic bone with each deep thrust. Pleasure mixed with shame. My nipples hardened more on my boobs. My boobs bounced with his rhythm.
I begged again, voice weak. "Sir, please stop. I cannot."
Anand got angry. His thrusts grew harder. He whispered rough into my ear. "Let Gopi watch and jerk off and cum, madam. We have to be ready to do anything for this mission. Obey. Enjoy yourself. Cooperate fully with me so Gopi does not suspect. Do it now."
I nodded through tears. I obeyed. I began to cooperate. I lifted my hips slightly to meet his thrusts. My pussy opened wider for his cock. My pussy lips slid smooth along his cock with every push. My clit rubbed against him. My body reacted stronger. My boobs bounced heavy. My nipples ached erect. My pussy dripped wetness around his cock, making wet sounds with each thrust.
Anand kissed my lips passionately. His tongue shoved deep into my mouth, tasting my tongue, my lips, my spit. I moaned inside his mouth soft and muffled, "Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm" I moaned as I was about to cum. The sound stayed trapped between our lips, nobody could hear me outside the curtain.
I could not hold it anymore. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!" I moaned inside his mouth and began cumming all over his cock. My pussy clenched hard around his cock, pussy lips spasming, wetness gushing out, coating his cock and balls. My clit pulsed with each wave. My boobs trembled. My body shook under him.
After I came all over his cock, I hated myself. Hated that I orgasmed from a stranger fucking me. Hated that my pussy enjoyed it so much. But my body still trembled with aftershocks, pussy twitching around his cock, nipples hard and sensitive. Anand kept thrusting slow, not cumming yet. Gopi stroked his cock faster, eyes on my pussy stretched around Anand’s cock, waiting for his moment. The bus rolled on into the night, the mission continuing.
Anand kept his cock buried deep inside my pussy. He kissed my lips passionately again. His tongue pushed inside my mouth, tasting my spit, my tongue, the corners of my lips. His hands played with my boobs, grabbing them hard, squeezing the boobs together, thumbs rubbing my nipples in slow circles. He whispered against my mouth. "That is the spirit, madam. Enjoy yourself. Let your body take what it wants."
Guilt, shame, the order from him, and the need to do it for the country all swirled in my mind. But his cock inside my pussy drove me crazy. The thick cock filled my pussy completely, stretching my pussy lips wide, pressing against every wall of my pussy. The head of his cock rested deep near my cervix, pulsing hot. Every small shift sent jolts through my pussy. My pussy lips hugged his cock tight, slick with my wetness, sliding smooth with his slow movements. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone, throbbing with need. My body wanted more, craved the fullness, the friction, the deep pressure inside my pussy. I hated how shamelessly my pussy reacted, how my pussy clenched around his cock, milking it, begging for more thrusts even as my heart screamed betrayal.
That is when the bus slowed and stopped at a place. All the passengers began getting down. We three covered ourselves quick with the thin blanket over the berth. Anand’s cock stayed inside my pussy, softening slightly but still thick and warm. We waited silently under the blanket, breaths heavy.
After some minutes the helper began searching the bus to make sure everyone had left. He opened our curtain sudden. Before I could see him, Anand pulled the blanket completely over our heads, covering us fully. The helper asked Gopi. "Where is the madam from the opposite berth? Has she left?"
Gopi answered calm. "She has left already."
The helper continued. "Her luggage is still in the bus."
Gopi replied. "She told me to collect the bags and give them to her at home."
The helper said. "Okay. The bus is empty now. Just two male passengers left." He told the driver. "Continue driving." Then he closed the door from the inside.
The bus started moving again. Under the blanket, Anand’s cock stayed inside my pussy, soft but still filling me. My pussy throbbed around him, pussy lips sensitive and slick. My boobs pressed against his chest. My nipples ached erect. The secret continued in the dark, the mission still unfinished. Gopi lay close, waiting. The night stretched ahead.


Under the blanket, Anand’s cock stayed buried deep inside my pussy. He kissed my neck all over, lips sucking hard on the skin, tongue licking wet trails from my collarbone up to my ear. He spoke loud and clear now that the bus was empty and all for us. "Your pussy is so good, madam. So tight. So wet. Perfect for fucking."
My body reacted shamelessly. My pussy clenched tight around his cock, pussy lips gripping the thick cock with every slow thrust. My clit throbbed hard against his pubic bone, rubbing with delicious friction each time he pushed in. My pussy dripped more wetness, coating his cock and balls, making slick, filthy sounds fill the berth. My boobs bounced heavy with his rhythm, nipples aching erect and pink. My hips lifted to meet him, wanting more, craving the deep fullness of his cock stretching my pussy wider, hitting deeper.
My mind screamed it was wrong. Cheating on my husband. Betraying my marriage. Betraying everything. Shame flooded me. Guilt crushed my chest. I did not want to cum again. I did not want my pussy to enjoy this stranger’s cock anymore. I whispered desperate inside his mouth. "Sir, we are deviating from the mission. I can easily suck Gopi’s cock and make him cum. Please let me do that instead."
Anand got angry instant. He slapped my left cheek hard. Pain exploded hot across my face. I began to cry in pain, tears rolling down. He slapped my right cheek even harder. The sting burned deep. He leaned close to my ear, voice rough. "No orders, madam. I am in charge of this mission. Not you. Obey my commands only. Do not tell me what to do. You follow. That is all."
Then he began kissing my cheeks where he slapped, lips soft and warm on the painful skin. My body reacted again. My pussy clenched tight around his cock. My pussy lips spasmed. My clit throbbed sharp. Pleasure built fast despite my mind fighting it. My pussy walls fluttered around his cock, milking him shamelessly. My boobs heaved, nipples aching. My thighs trembled. My ass cheeks clenched. My pussy dripped wetness down to my asshole. I hated it. Hated how my body betrayed me again, turning horny from the slap and the kiss, craving more even as my heart screamed no.
Anand whispered rough. "Let Gopi watch and jerk off and cum, madam. We have to do anything for this mission. Enjoy yourself. Cooperate fully with me so Gopi does not suspect. Obey now."
I nodded through tears. I obeyed. I began to cooperate fully. My hips moved with his thrusts. My pussy opened wider for his cock. My pussy lips slid smooth along his cock with every push. My clit rubbed against him. My body reacted stronger. My boobs bounced heavy. My nipples ached erect. My pussy dripped wetness around his cock, making wet sounds with each thrust.
Anand kissed my lips passionately. His tongue shoved deep into my mouth. I moaned inside his mouth, "Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm" I moaned as I was about to cum. The sound stayed trapped between our lips, nobody could hear me outside.
I could not hold it anymore. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!" I moaned inside his mouth and began cumming all over his cock. My pussy clenched hard around his cock, pussy lips spasming violently, wetness gushing out in hot, thick waves, soaking his cock and balls. My clit pulsed with intense, shattering pleasure, sending shock after shock through my whole body. My pussy walls fluttered and squeezed his cock over and over, milking him with strong contractions. My boobs trembled, nipples throbbing hard. My thighs shook uncontrollably. My ass cheeks clenched tight. Waves of orgasm crashed through my pussy, making my pussy twitch and spasm, wetness pouring out, dripping down my asshole onto the mattress. My body arched under him, shaking, lost in the filthy, overwhelming release.
After I came all over his cock, I hated myself. Hated that I orgasmed so hard from a stranger fucking me. Hated that my pussy enjoyed it so much, still twitching around his cock. But my body still trembled with aftershocks, pussy sensitive and wet, craving more. Anand kept thrusting slow, not cumming yet. Gopi stroked his cock faster, eyes on my pussy stretched around Anand’s cock, waiting for his moment. The bus rolled on into the night, the mission continuing.
After I came all over his cock, shame burned deep in my chest. I hated myself for orgasming so hard from a stranger fucking my pussy. Hated that my pussy still twitched around his cock, sensitive and wet, craving more. Anand continued fucking me slow and deep, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, head pushing against the deepest walls each time. He held my face gently with both hands, kissed my lips nicely, soft and slow, tongue tasting my tongue, my lips, the corners of my mouth. He whispered seductively against my lips, voice low and husky. "You are so beautiful, madam... look at these perfect boobs, so full, so soft... and this pussy... oh god, this hot, tight pussy grips my cock like it was made for me. I wish you were my wife... I would wake up every morning with my cock inside this sweet pussy, fuck you slow and deep until you moan my name, fill you every single night... you are too perfect to belong to anyone else."
His words dripped like honey, seductive and filthy. Pride bloomed first in my chest. My boobs felt fuller, heavier, more desirable. My pussy clenched tighter around his cock, pussy lips hugging him slick and wet. A stranger telling me how beautiful I was, how much he craved my pussy, how he wished I was his wife. The praise made my pussy throb harder, clit pulsing with need. The more he fucked me and whispered how perfect my pussy felt, how he would enjoy it daily, the hornier I became. My pussy dripped more wetness, coating his cock and balls. My boobs bounced heavy, nipples aching erect and pink. My hips lifted to meet his thrusts, wanting more. My body burned with need, craving the filthy praise, the deep thrusts, the feeling of being desired so badly by a stranger. Pleasure coiled tighter in my pussy, building higher, hotter.
Without my control, I began wrapping my arms around his neck. I hugged him tight, pulling him closer. My boobs crushed against his chest, nipples rubbing hard against his skin. I moaned soft, enjoying the way he fucked my pussy, the way his cock filled me completely, the way his seductive words made my pussy drip more wetness.
As we hugged, Anand turned sideways, facing my back to Gopi. Gopi at first rubbed his hands all over my ass cheeks. He grabbed both ass cheeks hard, squeezing the full round flesh, spreading them apart slightly. "I have never seen an ass like this, madam. So round. So perfect."
All of a sudden Gopi inserted his cock inside my asshole. He pushed the head of his cock against my asshole, stretching the tight ring slow. His cock slid in deep, filling my asshole completely. Now both men fucked me at the same time. Anand’s cock thrust deep inside my pussy, stretching my pussy lips wide, hitting every wall. Gopi’s cock filled my asshole, stretching the tight ring, rubbing against the thin wall separating my pussy and asshole. The double fullness made my pussy clench harder around Anand’s cock, my asshole grip Gopi’s cock tight. My clit throbbed wildly. My pussy and asshole felt stretched to the limit, every nerve on fire, pleasure exploding from both holes with every thrust. My pussy dripped wetness around Anand’s cock, my asshole clenched around Gopi’s cock, the sensation overwhelming, filthy, intense.
My boobs bounced with their rhythm, nipples aching erect. My thighs trembled. My ass cheeks clenched around Gopi’s cock. My pussy and asshole spasmed together, pleasure building higher, hotter. I hated it. Hated how my body enjoyed being fucked in both pussy and asshole by two ugly strangers. But my pussy clenched harder, my clit pulsed wild, my boobs heaved. The mission, the country, the guilt faded. My body surrendered completely to the double fucking, craving more, needing more. The bus rolled on into the night, the dark berth thick with heat and shame.

[novelistcasanova]

Anand grew too horny. His thrusts became harder, deeper, his cock slamming inside my pussy with raw need. He moaned loud, voice thick with lust. "Mmm... oh madam... your pussy is heaven... so hot... so tight... I could fuck this beautiful pussy forever..."

Gopi was too horny as well. He enjoyed himself fucking my asshole, his cock pushing in and out, stretching the tight ring with every thrust. He moaned heavy, hands gripping my ass cheeks hard. "Aahhh... such perfect ass... never felt anything like this... your asshole grips my cock so good... you are too beautiful... too perfect..."
I was between them, body rocking with their rhythm. My pussy clenched around Anand’s cock, pussy lips stretched wide, wetness gushing with every deep thrust. My asshole gripped Gopi’s cock tight, the double fullness overwhelming every nerve. My clit throbbed hard against Anand’s pubic bone. My boobs bounced heavy, nipples erect and aching. My thighs trembled. My ass cheeks clenched around Gopi’s cock. Pleasure exploded from both holes, building higher, hotter.
My mind still fought. Shame burned. Guilt crushed me. But their moans, their filthy praise, their words about how beautiful I was, how perfect my pussy and ass felt, how much they enjoyed fucking me... it made me hornier. My pussy dripped more wetness. My clit pulsed wild. My pussy walls fluttered, milking Anand’s cock. My asshole clenched harder around Gopi’s cock. My body surrendered more, craving the double fucking, the praise, the feeling of being desired so badly by two men.
"Mmm..." I moaned soft, pleasure taking over. "Aahhh..." I moaned again, voice breaking as their cocks filled me completely.
Without control, I wrapped my arms tighter around Anand’s neck. I hugged him hard, pulling him closer. My boobs crushed against his chest, nipples rubbing hard against his skin. I moaned louder, enjoying the way Anand fucked my pussy, the way Gopi fucked my asshole, the way their cocks stretched both holes at the same time.
Anand moaned deep. "Hnnn... so beautiful... your pussy is mine tonight... so wet... so perfect..."
Gopi moaned rough. "Ooooh... your ass... your asshole... I could fuck this forever... you are too good, madam..."
Their praise pushed me closer to the edge. My pussy tightened, clit throbbing wild. My pussy lips spasmed. My asshole clenched hard around Gopi’s cock. Pleasure coiled tight, building higher, hotter. My boobs heaved, nipples aching. My thighs shook. My ass cheeks clenched. My pussy dripped wetness down to my asshole. I was right on the edge, body shaking, mind lost in the filthy double fucking, "Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm" I moaned soft and needy as the pleasure rose higher and higher, but I did not cum yet.
Anand kept thrusting slow and deep, not cumming yet. Gopi fucked my asshole steady, moaning low, eyes hungry. The bus rolled on into the night, the mission still unfinished.


Anand was too horny. He enjoyed himself fucking me, his cock thrusting deep and steady inside my pussy, stretching my pussy lips wide with every push. He held my face gently with both hands, kissed my lips nicely, soft and slow, tongue tasting my tongue, my lips, the corners of my mouth. He whispered passionate against my lips. "Do not worry about the mission, madam. Enjoy yourself. I know how to collect Gopi’s semen. Just feel this... feel how much I love your pussy... how much I need it..."
He lowered his mouth to my boobs. He sucked my left boob deep into his mouth, lips sealing tight, tongue swirling fast around my nipple, pulling the erect nipple hard until it throbbed swollen and shiny. He moved to my right boob, sucking passionately, teeth grazing lightly, lips tugging the nipple deep. His cock fucked my pussy passionately at the same time, slow then fast, deep then shallow, taking me close to the edge again. My pussy clenched around his cock, pussy lips sliding slick along the thick shaft, clit rubbing against him with every thrust.
At the same time Gopi began enjoying himself fucking my asshole. He kissed me all over my back, lips sucking hard on my shoulder blades, tongue licking down my spine, biting lightly on my neck. His cock pushed in and out of my asshole, stretching the tight ring, rubbing against the thin wall separating my pussy and asshole. The double fullness overwhelmed me. My pussy and asshole felt stretched to the limit, every nerve on fire, pleasure exploding from both holes with every thrust. My pussy dripped wetness around Anand’s cock, my asshole clenched around Gopi’s cock, the sensation filthy and intense.
I shamelessly forgot that I was married. I began enjoying myself as the new pleasure was overwhelming. My pussy begged for more, my asshole gripped tighter. My boobs bounced with their rhythm, nipples aching erect. My thighs trembled. My ass cheeks clenched. My clit throbbed wild. My body surrendered completely, craving the double fucking.
"Mmm..." I moaned soft, pleasure taking over. "Aahhh..." I moaned again, voice breaking as their cocks filled me completely.
Anand fucked me vigorously now, sucking my boobs hard, tongue lashing my nipples, lips pulling them deep. He was about to cum at any time, thrusts growing erratic, taking me close to cumming again. Gopi began fucking my asshole vigorously, holding my waist tight, his cock slamming in and out, stretching my asshole wide.
The moment Anand whispered passionate against my lips. "I love Sudha... I love you..." and came deep inside my pussy, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!" he moaned and came deep inside my pussy.
That “I love Sudha” hit me hard. It got me super excited and horny. My pussy clenched violently around his cock. I began holding his face and kissing his lips passionately, tongue shoving deep into his mouth. I could not hold it anymore. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!" I moaned loud and began cumming all over his cock. My pussy spasmed hard, pussy lips squeezing his cock tight, wetness gushing out in hot waves, soaking his cock and balls. My clit pulsed with shattering pleasure, sending shocks through my body. My pussy walls fluttered and milked him over and over. My boobs trembled, nipples throbbing. My thighs shook. My ass cheeks clenched. Waves of orgasm crashed through my pussy, making my pussy twitch and spasm, wetness pouring out, dripping down my asshole.
In the very next moment Gopi moaned loud. "Aahhh... Sudha...!" He turned my face around and kissed my lips with his filthy lips, tongue shoving deep, tasting bitter and sour. He came deep inside my asshole, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!" he moaned and came deep inside my asshole. His cock jerked hard, hot cum flooding my asshole, filling the tight ring, spilling out around his cock. He kissed my filthy lips back, tongue deep, enjoying the feeling of his cum inside my asshole.
My body shook between them, pussy and asshole still twitching with aftershocks, wetness and cum leaking from both holes. Shame hit me again, but the pleasure lingered, raw and overwhelming. The bus rolled on into the night, the mission complete in the darkest way.
Anand pulled his cock out of my pussy slow. His cock came out slick with my wetness and his cum, head shiny, shaft glistening. He turned me around gently, making me face Gopi. He whispered hot into my ear. "Now I will collect Gopi’s semen sample from your asshole, madam. Stay still. Let it flow."
As I turned, Gopi readily hugged me tight. My arms wrapped around his neck. My boobs crushed against his chest, nipples erect and rubbing hard against his skin. Gopi kissed my lips passionately with his filthy lips. His tongue shoved deep into my mouth, tasting bitter from beedi smoke, sour from gutka, salty sweat, and stale paan. He explored my mouth, tongue rubbing my tongue, my gums, the roof of my mouth. He whispered between kisses. "Your asshole felt so good... so tight... I loved fucking it... you are perfect..."
Anand picked up the empty water bottle. He spread my ass cheeks wide with both hands. His fingers dug into the full round ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Gopi’s cum began leaking out of my asshole slow. The hot, thick cum oozed from the stretched ring, dripping down my asshole in slow, sticky strings. The pleasure of semen leaking out of my asshole was intense. The warm cum coated the tight ring, sliding out with a filthy, slippery feel. My asshole twitched, still sensitive from the fucking, every drop sending small jolts of pleasure through my pussy and clit. The sensation was raw, dirty, and arousing. My pussy throbbed, pussy lips swelling again with fresh wetness. My clit pulsed hard.
Anand tilted the bottle under my asshole. He collected Gopi’s semen as it leaked out, pushing gently on my ass cheeks to squeeze more cum from my asshole. The bottle filled slow with thick white cum. While he did that, I started feeling horny again. My pussy dripped wetness. My clit throbbed. I hugged Gopi tighter, arms locked around his neck, boobs pressed hard against his chest. My nipples rubbed against him, aching erect.
When Anand had collected enough, he whispered triumphant. "Mission accomplished, madam."
Pride swelled in my chest. I felt proud of myself. I saved the country. I saved crores of lives. I did it. In great mood, I held Gopi’s face and kissed his lips passionately. My tongue shoved deep into his filthy mouth, tasting the bitter, sour, salty mix. I kissed him hard, ignoring the stink, lost in the victory, the pleasure, the release.
My body still trembled with aftershocks. My pussy twitched sensitive and wet. My asshole leaked the last drops of Gopi’s cum. My boobs heaved, nipples throbbing. Shame lingered in the back of my mind, but pride and pleasure overwhelmed it. The bus rolled on into the night, the dark berth thick with heat, cum, and the end of the mission.

[novelistcasanova]

Anand and Gopi climbed down from the upper berth. They grabbed their clothes from the corner. Anand pulled on his shirt and track pants. Gopi slipped into his shirt and pants. They dressed quick, voices low and casual. "Our stop is nearing, madam," Anand said. "We have to get down soon."

I pulled the thin blanket over my naked body. My boobs pressed against the rough blanket, nipples still erect and sensitive. My pussy throbbed with aftershocks, pussy lips swollen and wet. My asshole leaked the last drops of Gopi’s cum, the sticky warmth sliding down my ass cheeks. I curled under the blanket, mangalsutra heavy between my boobs, shame and pride mixing deep inside me.
Anand held the water bottle tight. The bottle was filled with Gopi’s thick white semen, collected from my asshole. He bent close to my ear one last time, whispered soft and proud. "You have done a great service to the nation, madam. You saved crores of lives tonight. You are a true hero."
Pride swelled in my chest again. Tears of emotion filled my eyes. I had done it. I had sacrificed my body, my marriage, my dignity. I had let two strangers fuck my pussy and asshole, fill me with cum, use me like a whore—all for India. All for my dad, my husband, my sons, every innocent life. I had been brave. I had been loyal to the country. "Thank you, sir." My voice cracked with emotion.
The bus slowed and stopped. The doors hissed open. Anand and Gopi stepped down the aisle, bags in hand. They got down from the bus.
I sat up under the blanket. I looked through the window glass, heart full of quiet victory, chest tight with the weight of what I had given. To my shock, Anand and Gopi stood outside. They gave high-fives to each other, laughing loud, slapping backs hard, faces twisted in ugly triumph. Anand held the water bottle up like a prize, shook it once with a mocking grin, then threw it hard into the bushes. The bottle crashed on the ground, semen spilling out in thick white splashes, wasted on the dirt like it meant nothing.
They both began celebrating, jumping, cheering, fists pumping the air like they had won a game, like they had pulled off the perfect con. Their laughter cut through the night, sharp and cruel.
My heart stopped. The pride shattered into pieces. The world tilted, spun, broke. Everything flashed in my mind: the intelligence story, the biowar, the mission, the semen sample, the promises of saving crores of lives. It was all a lie. A filthy, cruel lie. They never cared about the nation. They never cared about me. They used me. They tricked me into giving my body, my loyalty, my soul. They fucked me. They filled me. They took everything I had to give. And then they threw it away like garbage, laughing at how easy I was.
Betrayal stabbed deeper than any slap, any thrust. It tore through my chest, ripped my heart open. I had betrayed my husband. My marriage. My family. My honor. For nothing. For two ugly men who now celebrated my ruin. Tears burned my eyes, hot and endless. My pussy still twitched with aftershocks, my asshole leaked their cum, my boobs ached from their hands, my mangalsutra felt like chains around my neck. I had been a fool. A naive, patriotic fool.
That is when I realized that I was tricked.
Tricked

The End

Regards 
Novelist Casanova 

[srider69]

Instant gratification, NC. Loved it.

[Sengolan]

A second part of this can be with the driver and helper of the bus.

[Little finger]

Super plot bro. Shame it ended in a single page

[Rizzi1198]

Outstanding superb fantastic erotic story

[novelistcasanova]

Instant gratification,  NC. Loved it.

Thank you 

[novelistcasanova]

A second part of this can be with the driver and helper of the bus.

Thank you 

[novelistcasanova]

Super plot bro. Shame it ended in a single page

Thank You