Adultery Lockdown & Uncle

[HB201415]

We have found another ice-cream stall. She has decided for a cornetto and I vanilla cup.
“Well?”
“I was lost in my thoughts and unexpectedly I saw I was surrounded by a cluster of rowdy guys leaving no space between each of them.” She paused, took a bite from cornetto to soothe herself out, and then continued. “My first reaction was panic, to run! . . . Though they were walking they slowed their pace to bare minimum.” She paused again. She was trying to recapitulate. “It was some kind of plan . . . Definitely a plan! And I was inside the group.”

I nodded affirmatively. Seeing her alone, flaunting her vicious curves the rowdy group must have planned to grope her.
“Yes they must have planed seeing you alone!”

She continued, “Suddenly I felt a strong arm encircling my midriff from behind and grabbing my bare waist. I could not understand which guy it was but he was pulling me forward with the group’s walking rhythm. I could have objected, use some force to make myself free but I decided to let them drag me with them.” Telling at a stretch she was out of breath and also looked flushed. She again took couple of bite from her ice-cream.

I waited patiently to hear more.

Sumi continued again, “And there were hands on my body. Initially two hand on my nude waist squeezing it. Then I felt another hand on my left boob. I did not protest. It pressed my left boob couple of times.”
“He must have felt awesome pressing such a big spongy boob.” I said with an encouraging smile.
I saw her cheeks change colour as she paused, looked at me with an uneasy smile and again continued with a husky voice.
“Another hand shoved off the hand which was pressing my left boob and took its position. The hand pressed my left boob harder, and for longer time. In the mean time somebody else started touching and squeezing my ass lobes.”

Each thing she said I felt a rush of adrenalin. My cock twitched and turned.
“Ahh! Your big round chubby ass lobes.”

Her face again reddens.  Sumi made a face at me.
“Somebody tried to poke his finger inside my ass crack . . . The group passed me leaving me standing at the side of the road.”
“How long you were inside the group?” I asked her.
“I don’t know exactly. May be a minute, may be bit more.”
“Nobody tried to touch your pussy?”
A spike of pink again flowed through her face.
She said sheepishly, “Yes, they tried! But they could not properly touch it.” Then she added with a shy smile. “Saree is a hurdle for pussy touching!”

I am hard hearing her narration. I needed to adjust my cock. Without caring about somebody seeing me adjusting cock I put my hand over cock.

She noticed. Giggled.
“Hearing my narration you are hard again?”

I smiled. It was a smile of acknowledgement. Today is different from any other day in our life. In other days if she had found out I am hard from her getting groped. I would have felt embraced and she would have flared up.

“Next time try to make guys touch your pussy also!”
She blushed again.


We parted again. This time Sumi was more careful. She was walking more on to the side of the road through the less crowd areas; sometimes going inside stalls of her choice. However she was not holding her shield up (arms slightly crossed over the bosom and elbows like two wings guarding the side of body). She has lowered her hand making her big spongy boobs vulnerable to the hunters. I guessed she don’t liked to be grouped by too many guys at a time. She doesn’t want multiple hands on her body. She would occasionally go inside a stall and amuse herself with the items in the stall. Guys were bumping on her frequently. I could understand most of the bumping on her was intentional. She was not raising her shield up but she was also not letting them bump directly over her boobs. She would twist or turn herself making that guy bump on her side body. Or sometimes she would jump a quick step dogging out of the way of the moving guys whose intention is to bump directly on her. However that made her get bumped on to another guy who is either standing or walking by her side—being overcrowded gap between each and every people is very small.

She has started getting accustomed to the rule of the game and forming rules for herself. I could well understand that she don’t want to be an easy prey. Though she is not guarding herself but the lecherous guys has to work hard, to use their brain, and be quick to grope her and to touch her private parts.

However her protruding out big meaty ass was most vulnerable of her body parts. Guys were always getting bumped on her ass. Walking pass her they would pretend as if by accident their moving hand touched her ass lobe. Somebody grazing her waist and big bums. Somebody pretending, pushed from back would slam himself over her back and finding no objection coming from my wife would linger over her body more than usual time and sometimes even would squeeze her ass lobe.

The heavy crowd on the fair was blocking my view. I could not see directly every time her ass getting touched or squeezed. However unexpected pressing of her ass by the perverse guys made her shudder. And from her sudden shudder I could understand she has been groped. I would understand something happened. Somebody has squeezed her ass hard or touched her private part.

She was walking slowly through a less crowded area. Two guys with their arms around each other’s shoulders walked by her side, must be friends. They exchanged glances with each other. They slowed themselves as they passed her. For a fraction, the guy passing by her side, barely leaving gap between him and her moved his free hand out grabbed her spongy ass cheek and squeezed it.

She shuddered again confirming another ass press.

WOW! It was for the first time I could see my wife’s ass gating pressed--So vivid, so clear, so arousing. I could see the guy’s fingers digging deep into her chubby soft ass lobe.  

The guys quickened their pace. I could see they smiled between themselves and started talking.  From my experience I know what they must be talking.
One must be asking, “Could you grab it?”
Other must have answered with a dreamy voice “Yaa!”
“How was the bitch’s ass?”
“Soft and spongy!”

My cock throbbed and jumped to semi hard state.

I text her, “Just now did somebody touched you?”
I could see Sumi working over her phone and I got the replay, “Yes! My ass got grabbed.”
“Was it the first time today?”
“No! Already my ass has been grabbed 5-6 times.”
I have seen her shudder 9 times and guessed that her ass lobes got squeezed and grabbed 9 times.
It does not perfectly match my theory.
“Any other parts you got touched?”
I could see Sumi shaking her head in a positive manner. She knows that though she cannot locate me in the crowd but my eyes are fixed over her.
“Twice boobs got pressed!”
Then after couple of seconds another text appeared, “I have not counted how many times my bare waist has been touched.”
It confirmed my theory. I was again hard and needed to adjust my pants.

I looked at my watch it is already eight passed fifteen. In past 45 minutes she has been groped multiple times. Making my fantasy true. WIFE GETTING GROPED AT A PUBLIC PLACE, MULTIPLE TIMES.

Women have an intuition, a sixth sense by which they can judge and predict who is a good guy and who is a bad guy. Around 80% of times they come out correct and obviously Sumi also has that particular sixth sense—to judge a guy, to predict if the guy is a boob and ass hunter.

She moved aimlessly again. After another 5-6 minutes she shuddered. Another ass or boob press I thought. But I could not see due to the crowd around her.
‘I need to see clearly again somebody else pressing her boob or ass, not just guess by her body language!’

“Sumi! Can you get your ass pressed by somebody for longer time? Not just a short quick squeeze.” I sent a text.
I could see her cheeks change colour. She nodded affirmatively knowing I am looking at her.

She walked again aimlessly, but this time I could see her eyes scanning the crowd. She stopped looked towards opposite side of the road. There few hawkers were sitting on the road side selling cheap things—cheap toys. Bangles. Small earthen dolls. Cheap imitation ornaments. Frocks for kids and many more. Like the make shift stalls they were also surrounded by folks of people—interested buyers and people who amuse themselves by looking at the products. There were some women also leaning down to see those products. Sumi directed her steps, making her way through the crowd, towards where a hawker was selling cheep kids frocks sitting on the side of the road.

As she walked couple of steps suddenly a guy came in front of her. The guy was walking down in fast steps. It looked from his appearance he is in his early thirties a short but well built guy. He was wearing a t-shirt printed with multiple colours, too eloquent, a white trouser, and a white shoe. Not a great sense of dress he has. I thought he is going to bump over her. Sumi stopped in anticipation. But he stepped sideways as if giving her room to pass. Before Sumi could react his elbow jutted out, making an angel sticking deep inside the right spongy boob of my wife. His elbow went as much deep as it can. It was only for a second but enough to feel the full softness of her big spongy boob. Sumi was not expecting such an assault over her big melons.
A soft “Opps!” Came out of her mouth.

I was amazed and mesmerized at the precision of his elbow. ‘He must be an experienced and veteran boob hunter’ I thought. Before he dissolved back in the crowd I followed him with my eyes. He looked familiar. Have I seen him before?

It seemed he does not have any companion with him.  He is hunting alone. A GREAT HUNTER.

Sumi looked flushed for a second and again she was on her move.

To be continued......