Adultery A Night of Error - (Completed)

[usaiha2]

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In the process, she would feel that somebody had squeezed her boobs and she would also feel the hardness of people poked between her ass cracks above her saree.

Every 10 seconds, Sonali would adjust her saree and pallu to expose her cleavage to persons standing near her side. For attracting others, she would rearrange her bag, open its zip, then bring out a hanky from the deepest recesses of her purse, stylishly wipe off the beads of sweat, careful not to damage her makeup, drink some water. She would lure others with a smile. She was always enjoying the voyeurism and slightest molestation in her every day routine journey from home to college, and returning from college in evening. The most enjoyable part was evening when she returned to home.

She always liked to be molested by male passengers be it young man or old man, but she was allowing to some extent, up to the controlling line, beyond that, she would stare at the person, and would start firing, " You bastard,whats are you doing? Don't you have your Mom or sis at home?"

Once she would start screaming in a high tone, the culprit would slip away to escape from his humiliation.

Little did Sonali know that her little adventure of enjoyment would land her problem one day, and she would be addicted for sex by strangers in Metro trains. She never imagined that the slow likings of her voyeurism and molestation by male passengers would make her a sophisticated whore in Metro trains. It started few months back.

It was another hard day at college after taking 4/5 classes, Sonali left the college and, she stood on the platform of Balgachia Metro station, waiting for the next Metro. It would be so relaxing to get home, and take a bath in cold water. Her baby daughter Debashree must be waiting for her with the Baby sitter. Maybe she'd call Amit, and ask him to come home early, then she thought ...no... He must be busy with his patients. There were fried fishes in the refrigerator, maybe a fish curry and rice was all she'd need tonight.


Sonali felt the train arrive almost a minute before it actually pulled into the station, way before it could actually be heard in the tunnel. There was the faint rush of wind as the air in the tunnel was pushed by the train. The electric shriek followed soon afterwards as the conductor applied the brakes as the subway entered the station.

Sonali was jarred from her reverie by the hissing of the automatic doors opening. She looked inside the subway. As usual, it was jammed. Rush hour.

Sonali sighed as she waited for the passengers to exit before boarding the bogie nearest her. There was a throng of people, but Sonali had done this many times before.