Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Wh....what are you doing here? What do you want?" I said, trying to sound authoritative. This guy was in my house after all, as just an employee of a guy I had hired.


"You know what I want." he said, taking big strides in my direction.

I looked behind him, hoping to see Bajwa walk in. But no such luck. Surely this guy wouldn't try to force himself on me while Bajwa was around?

"Relax." he said, as if reading my mind. "Bajwaji is busy mixing paint. My other friend will keep him busy."

"But...."

Before I could say anything, he was right in front of me. His hands were fondling my boobs over my top. And he had pushed me in the narrow corner between the fridge and the kitchen counter.

"I can't tell you how happy I was when Bajwaji told us this was the house we'd be working on." he said as his fingers started unbuttoning my top. "I have heard so much about your perfect boobs. Can't wait to see them."

"Please, why are you doing this?" I tried to fight him off but to no avail.

Soon he had my entire top unbuttoned and was scoping my tits out of my bra. I was now pressed against the counter in my own home, my tits on display as his lips and teeth attacked them.

"Oh wow, they were right. This is heaven."

I tried to resist. He overpowered me easily. He was a lot more forceful than his friends.

"What if Bajwaji sees us?" I tried to appeal to his sense of propriety.

"He won't. He is busy." he said, between harsh bites administered to my boobs.

"Please, don't do this." I begged.

"Okay listen." he said, grabbing my cheeks. "We all know you love this stuff. So why are you pretending to be a sati savitri? I hear you like deals. So here's the deal. Just jack me off quickly and I will go away and start working."

He fished his dick out of his pants and said. It was surprisingly thick. I looked at it and automatically, my hand went to it.

"Okay, but please be fast." I said, a little annoyed. So far the men had been very discreet. This was very risky. In my own house? With an outsider like Bajwa? I was not happy but the deal seemed like the best way to

And there I was, in the middle of another faustian deal. Why was this happening to me again, god, I wondered. What had I done wrong? I had never harmed anyone in my life. I played by the rules. And now here I was, getting taken advantage of again. All because I went for a run and slipped and fell down a pit? That couldn't be.

I turned my mind from self-pity to dealing with this situation. He had said that if I jacked him off, he would leave me alone. So my hand moving rapidly, I focused on that. The main goal was to get him off as soon as possible. If that meant bearing his assault on my boobs, so be it. When he started pulling up my skirt and reached inside my panties saying,

"Memsaab, I have heard you are totally bald down there."

I let him do it. When he slid my panties down to my thighs and started fingering my cunt artlessly, I let him, all the while keeping my eyes closed and with my hand, working on his dick. When he grabbed my waist and placed my ass on the counter, I let him do it, and I also let him take my panties off completely. And I started feeling a strong sense of pleasure as his fingers fucked my cunt hard.

"What the FUCK are you doing????"

As I heard that loud voice, I opened my eyes and saw Bajwa standing there at the kitchen door. Imagine the sight Bajwa saw. A young pretty high class memsaab perched on her own kitchen counter. Her top open and her boobs obscenely hanging out of the bra with a pair of lips attached to them. Her thighs spread apart and her skirt pulled up to her waist and his employee's fingers buried inside her cunt.

"Bajwaji, help!" I said, but my voice sounded so throaty.

"Are you seriously banging a client?" Bajwa said angrily, taking strides towards us.

My tormentor was taken aback by the interruption for a couple of seconds, but he quickly recovered.

"Memsaab and I are friends, boss. I am just satisfying her." he said, not taking his fingers out of my cunt.

Bajwa was taken aback and stopped a few feet away from us. His eyes were locked on my naked breasts. Finally he turned his gaze up at my face.

"No Bajwaji, it's not like...."

I started saying, but I couldn't finish my sentence because the guy keeping me pressed on the counter decided this was the time to kiss me. The now-familiar stench of bidis filled my senses as his lips engulfed mine. All the while, his fingers kept fucking my cunt. This weird kiss lasted almost a minute, leaving me breathless. And despite the unpleasant situation, my body continued responding to the finger-fucking.

When he finally broke the kiss and pulled away, I inhaled deeply and looked at Bajwa. The short pudgy man was standing resting against the dining table, his eyes as wide as can be. He was still trying to process the scene of one of his lowly employees engaged in such things with his high class client. We just kept staring at each other as I breathed heavily.

Meanwhile the other nukkad guy walked in the door and grinned.

"Tell me something, boss." the guy grabbing me said. "Look at her face. Look at her legs. Look at her hand still wrapped around my dick. Does it look like I forced myself on her?"

I took my hands off his dick right away and tried to push him, but it didn't work. Bajwa had not said anything but was just staring at me in shock. The other guy meanwhile walked past him and fondled my tits as well. He then said,

"She is just shy because we walked in on her like this. But trust me boss, this memsaab is a slut."

I felt so ashamed by all their gazes that I just closed my eyes. I felt the fingers continue fucking me. I knew that there was no way to talk myself out of this situation. My tits were still heaving up and down because of the momentum of the fingering.

"Doesn't she have magnificent tits? Have you seen tits like this except in a dirty magazine?"

"No." Bajwa said in a voice deeper than usual.

I opened my eyes and saw that he now had a sizeable erection in his pants. I couldn't bear the shame of this decent respectable man continuing to see me in such a state and getting aroused by it. I closed my eyes again and wished this was all just a bad dream.

"Don't her pink nipples look super erect?"

"They do." Bajwa said.

I opened my eyes again and noticed that the look on Bajwa's face had gone from scandalized shock to hungry anticipation. He kept licking his lips and staring at my tits and my cunt. Why god why, I said in my mind.

"We both know how hard you work, boss." the other guy said, stroking my left thigh. "You deserve a reward once in a while. And this slut is ready and willing. Let's have some fun with her before we paint her house. Trust me, she'll enjoy it too."

I cringed at the matter-of-fact way in which this was said. But they were right. I hadn't really resisted the guys at any point. Sure, I had put up a bit of a fight, but every time, I let them do as they pleased.

"Here boss, taste her cunt." the guy fingering me said, removing his fingers. There was an ugly farting noise as air rushed in.

"What the hell?" I heard Bajwa say as he started taking his pants off. In 4 seconds, the short pudgy man was standing there in just his paint stained shirt.

"Wow boss, you are fast. Hehe."

Bajwa approached me, still looking a little tentative. I tried to move but could not, pinned in the corner. My skirt was all rolled up. My moist pussy was fully visible. My thighs were parted. I tried to close them, but the other guy was holding on to my ankle.


"Amazing." Bajwa said, stepping forward. I saw his dick carefully. It was amazingly thick. Only 5-6 inches but as thick as my wrist. He bent down in the waist and I felt his tongue lick my pussy lips. I shuddered.

"See, she is one horny memsaab."

"Clearly." Bajwa said, stroking his dick.

I was staring at Bajwa with what I thought was a plaintive expression on my face. He looked back with a hungry expression. His puffy cheeks jiggled as he smiled. Leaned back against the wall, I could see his triple chin shake too. As he purposefully grasped his dick and stepped forward, I suddenly understood what was going to happen. As did the other guys.

"No no wait!!!" I cried out.

"Boss, listen..." the other guy said.

But short pudgy Bajwa moved at a rapid pace. Until then, the nukkad guys had never actually had intercourse with me. Or to put it in other words, they had never bangd me. They did everything else, but not that. I was later told that this was not because of some great code of honor, but just a practical decision. With the elections approaching, if I did go to the cops, I would not have a strong case without the presence of semen in my vagina. They had been saving that treat for until after the election when they would well and truly control the security officer.

But obviously, Bajwa was not one of those minions. He had no idea about this rule. He saw a nearly naked hot woman with her legs spread apart and her cunt being fingered, and he did not assume there were any boundaries.

So within a split second, Bajwa stepped forward and rammed his thick member straight up my cunt. I cried out in pain and pleasure, unable to believe how much he was stretching my cunt.