12-10-2019, 03:55 PM
Bus Journey With My Wife by lutera
All credit to original author.
My wife Preeti and myself, are a married couple, living in Mumbai, with our three small children. We are in our early thirties. Preeti is a very pretty woman, though quite short ( she is only 5”00) But she has beautiful facial features, lovely breasts and amazingly shapely buttocks. In-fact, very few people can make out, that she is the mother of three children. My wife is an introvert by nature - very shy and bashful. My wife loves me a lot. We have a good married life and she is very exciting and satisfying on the bed. As we have three children, both of us have to work. This is an episode that changed both of our out-look in life.......
It had never rained like this before in Mumbai. All transportation had come to a halt. The city was reeling under the worst rains in its history. Preeti and I worked in different offices in South Mumbai and since there were no transport, both of us had to stay back in our respective offices that night. Since my mother-in-law was staying with us, thankfully, we did not have to worry about our children. The next day wasn't any better. But, I heard a few buses were plying though. I called my wife and asked her to walk up to the bus-depot and meet me there. But at the bus depot, it was chaos. It seemed almost everyone in the city was taking buses.
Preeti, was very worried. She said, " Nagendra, how can we travel like this ? "
I replied, " Preeti, we have to. We have no choice "
Preeti looked tired. Her saree was crumpled. Her hair looked disheveled, after an overnight stay in her office. After a long wait, our bus arrived. But, even before it could stop, scores of people started rushing inside. We had to run along too. I kept my wife in front of me and pushed her inside the door, along with other people. A wave of people pushed us inside, anyway. In this push and pull melee, my wife and I got separated. My main worry was my wife, Preeti more than my own well-being. In a few seconds, the bus was full. I looked around for Preeti, to find her well inside the bus. I heaved a sigh of relief. She was holding onto the handle above, with one hand and the seat handle next to her, with her other hand.
As the bus made its way through the pot-holed roads, I looked around me. Almost everyone looked tired and sleepy. Then I looked at my wife, Preeti. She too looked sleepy and her eyes seemed to be closing now and then. Despite her tired and ruffled state, she still looked very pretty. As I was lost in my thoughts, my eyes fell on the people behind her. I realized there were no women where she was standing. She was surrounded by hefty men ! As Preeti is quite short, the men towered over her. I felt protective and tried moving towards her, but I was very far away from her in the bus and it was jam packed, giving me no space at all to even move forward an inch !
I noticed a very tall and huge guy standing right behind her. He looked crude and ugly. I suppose he was some slum-dweller, as he was dressed in a kurta and pajama. As he was tall and my Preeti is very short, the ugly man inched closer behind my wife and was trying to look down, over her shoulder. My wife's eyes were closed and she didn't realize that her pallu had fallen over, exposing her firm and exciting breasts, enclosed in her bra, within her blouse. I knew what this guy was up to and what he was trying to see. I was angry. My lovely wife's gorgeous breasts, were my personal treasure. They were only for my pleasure. I tried to make my way towards my wife, but simply could not. People were getting angry with me. Obviously, I couldn't possibly shout out to my wife, to tell her to pull up her pallu ! It would be very embarrassing. So I helplessly looked at the man trying to peep into my wife's blouse. After a struggle with other passengers, I managed move a couple of inches forward, to get into a position where I had a clearer view. And for the first time, I noticed more ! This guy was pretending to move with every movement of the bus and whenever the bus would go over a bump or a ditch, he would take the opportunity to press himself, onto my wife ! In the process, he would purposely, but discretely thrust his crotch, into my wife Preeti's lovely protruding buttocks. Being tired, she probably didn't realize what was happening.
I was raging with anger. I wanted to push aside all the other passengers and go up to this guy and punch him. I would have actually implemented my thoughts, but something inside me, made me stop. I didn't know what it was ! Maybe my curiosity to see my little wife being touched by an ugly huge man ! My wife's pallu had dropped from her shoulder and was resting on her arms, exposing substantial portions of her blouse. Her excitingly ample breasts tightly filled her blouse and the man seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing. Slowly, the man seemed to get bolder. In the beginning, he would press himself into her, only during a bump or a jerk of the bus. But now he kept pressing against her, even when the bus was on smoother roads. I could see his groin was pressing quite deeply against my wife's lovely buttocks. No one else could notice it in the crowded bus, unless one specifically wanted to, like me.
I realized the ugly man had slowly began to move his groin up and down against my wife's buttocks, very gently, as not to be noticed. He suddenly looked around to see if anyone was watching him, and I swung my head away in time. After a few seconds, I turned my head back to see him continue do, what he was doing. He must have thought she was traveling alone. All of a sudden, the bus came to a halt. It was the sakinaka' bus stop. Hardly anyone got down, but more people got in and it became more chaotic inside. In the melee I could see another well-built guy, standing next to this ugly chap, move quickly in front of my wife. And then this new guy, pretended as if there was a push from the crowd from the other end and he too pressed himself into my wife, from the front. My wife looked at fearfully him, startled. But being a very shy and timid woman, did not object. She noticed that her pallu had slid away.
My wife quickly pulled up her pallu, and held the handle above with both her hands, as the seat handle was out of reach now. She was now tightly sandwiched, right in between the two of them. The man behind her, was soon up to his tricks. His gyrations began. The back of Preeti's blouse was a very low U shaped cut, exposing a lot of her smooth white skin. And as both her hands were holding the handle above, it exposed her armpits, through her sleeveless blouse. This must have been having an arousing effect on the man, as he increased the speed of his gyrations. The man shifted his head to the other side of my wife's arms, and now he was sniffing at my wife's armpits!
All credit to original author.
My wife Preeti and myself, are a married couple, living in Mumbai, with our three small children. We are in our early thirties. Preeti is a very pretty woman, though quite short ( she is only 5”00) But she has beautiful facial features, lovely breasts and amazingly shapely buttocks. In-fact, very few people can make out, that she is the mother of three children. My wife is an introvert by nature - very shy and bashful. My wife loves me a lot. We have a good married life and she is very exciting and satisfying on the bed. As we have three children, both of us have to work. This is an episode that changed both of our out-look in life.......
It had never rained like this before in Mumbai. All transportation had come to a halt. The city was reeling under the worst rains in its history. Preeti and I worked in different offices in South Mumbai and since there were no transport, both of us had to stay back in our respective offices that night. Since my mother-in-law was staying with us, thankfully, we did not have to worry about our children. The next day wasn't any better. But, I heard a few buses were plying though. I called my wife and asked her to walk up to the bus-depot and meet me there. But at the bus depot, it was chaos. It seemed almost everyone in the city was taking buses.
Preeti, was very worried. She said, " Nagendra, how can we travel like this ? "
I replied, " Preeti, we have to. We have no choice "
Preeti looked tired. Her saree was crumpled. Her hair looked disheveled, after an overnight stay in her office. After a long wait, our bus arrived. But, even before it could stop, scores of people started rushing inside. We had to run along too. I kept my wife in front of me and pushed her inside the door, along with other people. A wave of people pushed us inside, anyway. In this push and pull melee, my wife and I got separated. My main worry was my wife, Preeti more than my own well-being. In a few seconds, the bus was full. I looked around for Preeti, to find her well inside the bus. I heaved a sigh of relief. She was holding onto the handle above, with one hand and the seat handle next to her, with her other hand.
As the bus made its way through the pot-holed roads, I looked around me. Almost everyone looked tired and sleepy. Then I looked at my wife, Preeti. She too looked sleepy and her eyes seemed to be closing now and then. Despite her tired and ruffled state, she still looked very pretty. As I was lost in my thoughts, my eyes fell on the people behind her. I realized there were no women where she was standing. She was surrounded by hefty men ! As Preeti is quite short, the men towered over her. I felt protective and tried moving towards her, but I was very far away from her in the bus and it was jam packed, giving me no space at all to even move forward an inch !
I noticed a very tall and huge guy standing right behind her. He looked crude and ugly. I suppose he was some slum-dweller, as he was dressed in a kurta and pajama. As he was tall and my Preeti is very short, the ugly man inched closer behind my wife and was trying to look down, over her shoulder. My wife's eyes were closed and she didn't realize that her pallu had fallen over, exposing her firm and exciting breasts, enclosed in her bra, within her blouse. I knew what this guy was up to and what he was trying to see. I was angry. My lovely wife's gorgeous breasts, were my personal treasure. They were only for my pleasure. I tried to make my way towards my wife, but simply could not. People were getting angry with me. Obviously, I couldn't possibly shout out to my wife, to tell her to pull up her pallu ! It would be very embarrassing. So I helplessly looked at the man trying to peep into my wife's blouse. After a struggle with other passengers, I managed move a couple of inches forward, to get into a position where I had a clearer view. And for the first time, I noticed more ! This guy was pretending to move with every movement of the bus and whenever the bus would go over a bump or a ditch, he would take the opportunity to press himself, onto my wife ! In the process, he would purposely, but discretely thrust his crotch, into my wife Preeti's lovely protruding buttocks. Being tired, she probably didn't realize what was happening.
I was raging with anger. I wanted to push aside all the other passengers and go up to this guy and punch him. I would have actually implemented my thoughts, but something inside me, made me stop. I didn't know what it was ! Maybe my curiosity to see my little wife being touched by an ugly huge man ! My wife's pallu had dropped from her shoulder and was resting on her arms, exposing substantial portions of her blouse. Her excitingly ample breasts tightly filled her blouse and the man seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing. Slowly, the man seemed to get bolder. In the beginning, he would press himself into her, only during a bump or a jerk of the bus. But now he kept pressing against her, even when the bus was on smoother roads. I could see his groin was pressing quite deeply against my wife's lovely buttocks. No one else could notice it in the crowded bus, unless one specifically wanted to, like me.
I realized the ugly man had slowly began to move his groin up and down against my wife's buttocks, very gently, as not to be noticed. He suddenly looked around to see if anyone was watching him, and I swung my head away in time. After a few seconds, I turned my head back to see him continue do, what he was doing. He must have thought she was traveling alone. All of a sudden, the bus came to a halt. It was the sakinaka' bus stop. Hardly anyone got down, but more people got in and it became more chaotic inside. In the melee I could see another well-built guy, standing next to this ugly chap, move quickly in front of my wife. And then this new guy, pretended as if there was a push from the crowd from the other end and he too pressed himself into my wife, from the front. My wife looked at fearfully him, startled. But being a very shy and timid woman, did not object. She noticed that her pallu had slid away.
My wife quickly pulled up her pallu, and held the handle above with both her hands, as the seat handle was out of reach now. She was now tightly sandwiched, right in between the two of them. The man behind her, was soon up to his tricks. His gyrations began. The back of Preeti's blouse was a very low U shaped cut, exposing a lot of her smooth white skin. And as both her hands were holding the handle above, it exposed her armpits, through her sleeveless blouse. This must have been having an arousing effect on the man, as he increased the speed of his gyrations. The man shifted his head to the other side of my wife's arms, and now he was sniffing at my wife's armpits!