Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Please don't do this, Raza." I begged, appealing to his sense of right and wrong. "I am a married woman. I am your boss's wife."


"Saab is a lucky bugger." Raza said as he pushed his hand under my skirt and caressed the inside of my left thigh all the way to my crotch. He gave my panties a little nudge and then traced his fingers back along the inside of my right thigh back to my knee.

"This isn't safe, Raza." I said in a high pitched voice, already feeling my body betray me by responding to his masculine touch.

"Then pull over." he said.

"No." I said. That was the only card I had left to play - that I was driving.

"As you wish." he shrugged.

His hand left my knees. Naively, for a second, I thought he would leave me alone. But instead, I felt his left hand at my waist, poking around the waist of my t-shirt. His big thick fingers slid under it. I inhaled hard as I felt his rough manly fingers rub against my bare stomach and my sides. My pulse quickened as I felt his nails gently scratch my smooth skin while they moved up. Soon his fingers were at my bra, squeezing right breast.

"Big!" Raza flatly said.

His left hand kept squeezing my boobs over the bra, turning me on by the second. I was having a tough time concentrating on the road.

"Please Raza..." I said, and he must have surely detected the hoarseness. "This is dangerous."

"Just a few seconds, memsaab." he calmly said as his right hand slid up the back of my t-shirt making me lean forward. He deftly unhooked my bra. And then with both hands, rolled my t-shirt and bra up under my armpits.

I was now driving on a busy cow belt highway with my tits fully exposed.

"Fantastic!" Raza sighed as he looked at my tits. He flicked each nipple a couple of times.

"This isn't funny, Raza. Stop playing with my breasts." I begged.

I was a little relieved when he took his hand away and actually slid a little further away. I thought that having exposed my boobs, he would be satisfied. Then I heard the familiar sound of a zip. I looked at him. Raza was pulling his erect dick out of his pants. It was about 8 inches long and decently thick, and without the foreskin, it's purple head looked very threatening as it pointed to the roof.

"Do you like it, memsaab?" Raza cheekily asked when he saw me stare. I instantly turned my gaze back to the road, battling fear, disgust, and intrigue. "It's all yours."

"Please....please put that away." I said, concentrating on my driving. I was fighting every urge to just pull over and feel that beautiful cock inside me. I had not had sex in two months since that day with Bajwa and his guys. I could feel my horniness beginning to assert itself.

"You noticed the head, right? Ever seen a circumcised cock before? I am sure it is bigger than those Billa's men. I know it is bigger than those three cocks you were servicing in the video."

I kept driving, ignoring the fact that a big erect dick was just a couple of feet away. As I drove, I noticed there were a lot of honks from oncoming drivers. I was so baffle by the situation, that it took me a while to realize the reason for the honks. Oncoming drivers, even for 1-2 seconds, were getting to see my exposed boobs and were honking their appreciation. As I realized it, I took one hand off the wheel to pull my t-shirt down.

"Don't!" Raza sharply said. And the submissive part of me felt compelled to obey.

"Why are you doing this?" I pleaded.

"I am a nice guy, memsaab." he said. "I will let you hide your tits if you answer a couple of my questions."

"What questions?"

"First question. What I just asked you. Ever seen a circumcised cock before?"

I was silent for a few seconds before I said,

"Yes."

"Really?" he seemed surprised. "Whose?"

"One of my boyfriends in college."

"One of your boyfriends? Wow, you really have been around the block!" Raza chuckled. "Next question - is it bigger than Billa's men?"

"Yes." I robotically answered, although I could remember at least one specimen being comparable.

"Is it bigger than saab's?"

"Yes."

"Are you a slut who goes around sleeping with other men while her husband remains clueless?"

"Yes." I said, feeling a tear roll down my cheeks. "Can I pull my t-shirt down now?"

"Hmm...okay." Raza generously said. "Although your nipples are erect so clearly you are loving this."

While driving, it wasn't easy to pull my t-shirt down to cover my naked tits. The bra stayed bunched up above my boobs. But at least now I portrayed a decent look to the oncoming traffic. I passed by a road sign displaying the distance to our town. It would take a little over an hour. I hoped I could get there without more humiliation.