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[Ramesh_Rocky]

My wife Archana Fucked in a moving bus by strangers

Hi all I am Adi and I am a software engineer married to archana a hot beautiful and sexy girl who I a virgin till marriage and innocent and that day was a traditional day in office and she wore a sexy saree on a sleeveless blouse
It had never rained like this before in Mumbai. All transportation, rail
and road had come to a halt. The city was reeling under the worst rains
in its history. I had to stay back in my office and so did my wife too.
Both our offices are in South Mumbai but we stayed put in our own
respective offices on advice from others. There was traffic jams all
over the city and it was taking hours even to move a kilometre.
The next hour wasn’t any better. Going back home by car was out of
question as most streets were still flooded and the trains were not yet
running. I heard a few buses were plying though. I called my wife and
told her to wait outside her office. I took a taxi and it took only five
minutes to reach her office. The streets in South Mumbai were
surprisingly absolutely empty with no traffic.
But that was just the beginning. The taxi driver refused to go any
futher than Parel and our house was still a long way off. The taxi
driver suggested we take a bus. Because of its height from the ground ,
buses could still ply.
But at the bus depot, we met a scary sight. It seemed almost everyone in
the city was taking buses. Though we have never in our life travelled
like this, we had no choice today.
My 23 year old wife Archana was very agitated. “Adi, how can we travel like
this” she asked.?
“We have to” I replied “we have no choice”. Even after long working hrs she was looking fresh and sexy
After a long wait, the the bus number we were looking out for 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. My main worry was Archana, more than my own well-being.
In a few seconds the bus was full. By the time bus started for its
destination I had barely managed to get up the steps. I looked around
for Archana to find her well inside the bus. I heaved a sigh of relief. She
didn’t seem to be injured or anything like that. She was holding onto
the handle above with one hand and the seat handle next to her with the
other hand.
The bus was packed, the streets awful and bumpy and I was really looking
forward to reaching home and getting out of this bus soon.
As the bus made its way through the watery roads, I looked around me.
Almost everyone looked tired and sleepy. Then I looked at my wife. She
too looked sleepy and her eyes seemd to be closing now and then. Poor
her, what all she had to go through , I thought as I looked at her
lovingly. Despite her tired and ruffled looks , she still looked pretty.
As I was in my thoughts, my eyes fell on the people behind her. I
realized there were no women where she was standing. I felt protective
and tried moving towards her. But people got irritated at my movement.
“arey , chup chap khade raho” one guy urged “kahan jagah hai jaane ko” ?
Still amidst irritation of other passengers I managed to move a few feet
towards her. As I was trying to wriggle my way. I noticed the guy
standing right behind her. He was very close behind my wife and was
trying to look down her shoulder. My wife’s eyes were closed and she
didn’t realize her pallu had fallen over exposing her blouse. And I knew
what this guy was upto , what he was trying to see.
I tried to make my way towards my wife, but was becoming increasingly
difficult. Even people were getting seriously angry with me. And I
couldn’t possibly shout at 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. I was wriggling my way inch by inch as I
kept my eyes on this ugly looking man . Though I still didn’t manage to
get close enough to ward off this guy, I managed to get to 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 onto my wife ! My wife who still looked asleep
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 told me to stop. I didn’t know what
it was, but an impulsive reaction made me stop right in my place.
My wife’s pallu had dropped from her shoulder and was resting on her
arms, exposing substantial portions of her blouse. Her ample breasts
tightly filled her blouse and the man seemed to be enjoying what he was
seeing.
Getting no reaction from my sleeping wife, the man seemed to get bolder.
In the beginning he would press 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 against my wife’s back. Noone else
could notice it in the crowded bus, unless one specifically wanted to ,
like me.
I realized the man had slowly began to move his groin up and down
against my wife’s ass. 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.
I pretended to sleep too, but kept looking at him with one eye.
All of a sudden the bus came to a halt. It was Mahim bus stop.
Hardly any people got down , but more people got in and it became very
chaotic inside. I could hear people shouting at each other. In the melee
I could see another guy, standing next this ugly chap, move next to my
wife. And then this new guy, pretended as if there was a push from the
crowd from the other end and moved right in front of my wife. My wife
woke up startled.
“ Dhaka kyun de rahe ho” my wife asked angrily “aur mujhe peeche kyun
kia “ ?
“sorry madam, bus stop main aur log andar aaye, unhone dhaka diya mujhe”
he replied apologetically “ thodi der ki baat hai, please adjust kar
lijiye”
On hearing the apologetic tone of this man, my wife calmed down. The bus
started moving. My wife pulled up her pallu, and held the handle above
with both her hands as the seat handle was out of reach now.
The way the guy in front had been looking at this ugly man behind my
wife, I realized that they were friends or atleast known to each other.
Maybe it was their ploy. My wife was now right inbetween them. But she
didn’t realise it, or atleast didn’t notice anything unusual. She was in
middle of packed bus and I was also closeby so she must have felt safe.
It didn’t take her long to doze off.
The man behind was soon upto his tricks. His gyrations began. His face
was also very close to my wife’s shoulder. The back of Archana’s blouse was
also pretty low cut, exposing a lot of her 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. My wife was still
asleep.
The man shifted his head to the other side of my wife’s arms, and now he
was at a sniffing distance of my wife’s armpits ! and it almost seemd he
was doing just that. Smelling the scent of my wife’s armpits !!!
The man in front now gently and slowly started to press backwards. My
wife was tightly sandwiched in between them.
The man behind must have got terribly aroused as he suddenly put his
hands on Archana’s ass. He kept it still for a moment, and then pushed his
hands further to the front of Archana.. She must have been really very tired
and sleepy as she still kept sleeping.
Finally his hands were on her blouse. By now one or two other guys
closeby could see what was happening. But that didn’t stop this man from
doing what he wanted to.
He very gently rubbed her nipples over her blouse with one finger. After
almost five minutes of doing that, he moved his hand over the exposed
area of her waist. After lying still on her waist, he moved his hands
further down till it was on the fold of her sari in her lower stomach.
My wife was clearly oblivious to all this. But then she woke up with a
start, as he pushed his hand into her sari.
She didn’t even have enough time to realise what was happening as this
man quickly pushed his hand deep into her sari till her crotch with one
push.
She mumbled, but must have realized, that she couldn’t shout and attract
attention with this man’s hand in her sari. It would be too
embarrassing. She tried to wriggle out, but the man just kept his hand
inside.