Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"What the fuck were you thinking?" I angrily asked Raza as the car started moving faster again. I tried to ignore the suggestive glances from vehicles passing us.


"It's not my fault."

"How is it not your fault?"

"Your hands were doing such a great job on my dick, I lost control." he shrugged.

What a cocky cheeky asshole, I thought. He was the one who had blackmailed me into this situation, he was the one who put my hand on his cock, and now he was blaming me for all this? I started regretting taking home along from the airport. Should have just left him there to take a bus.

"Are you serious???" I yelled as I felt his hands tug at my skirt again.

The yelling actually made him stop and sit back for a second. But then he said,

"Memsaab, it will be better for both of us if you just pull over. Why are you pretending to be some ice maiden when you are clearly aroused? I could feel how wet your pussy was."

Damn, I thought. Betrayed by my pussy yet again. Every time men forced themselves on me and I tried to resist, they could bring up my wetness as a way to win the argument. Raza was no different. But I was learning from experience too. If crafty negotiations were the key to handling these things, I could get crafty too.

"If I pull over....will you promise to leave me alone after that?" I asked.

"Yes, promise."

"And no sex. Just a hand job." I pressed on.

"Oh come on!!!" he whined. "That's not fair. Those other guys get to fuck you everyday and I just get a hand job?"

"First of all, they did not fuck me "everyday". It was one day."

"Yeah, right!" he sniggered.

"I am serious." I shot back, continuing to drive. "Second of all, think about it from my side, Raza. If I have to open my legs for everyone in the city who knows about this stuff, what will my life be? Where does it end?"

I was surprised when Raza actually seemed touched by my second point. He appeared thoughtful for a second. Finally he spoke,

"You're right, memsaab. You are a nice lady. Your husband is a good boss. You don't deserve all this headache. Our town folk can get a little out of hand. I don't know why you decided to go around banging Billa Yadav's men and..."

"What? I did not..." I interrupted. I was getting sick of that name and the implication that I somehow chose to inject myself into this whole mess.

"Just let me speak. Whatever led you to get mixed up with those slimy thugs, I am sure you see the error of your ways. So here's what I am saying. I am not some thuggish rapist like those men. If you want me to leave you alone, I will leave you alone. The only reason I made a move on you is because I read signals."

"Signals? What signals?" I asked incredulously.

"From the moment you came out of the gate at the airport, you were checking out my body. You were being flirtatious."

"I was being..."

"And then a few minutes ago, you happily started wanking my dick."

My head started throbbing a little. There was no point arguing with him. I just let him continue.

"What I am saying memsaab is, you obviously enjoy attention from other men. Maybe saab isn't able to satisfy you in the bedroom. Maybe this is how Mumbai women behave. Whatever it is. But you are basically a nice person."

"Thank you." is all I could say when he paused for a response.

"This whole situation with the rumors and Billa's men and everything. I told you, I know people close to Shakoorbhai. I guarantee you, I will take care of it. You won't get harassed or accosted anymore."

That sounded like a grandiose promise coming from a mere driver, but I nodded.

"And like I said, I am not some thug. If you want to just keep driving home, go ahead. I won't touch you. But I think you are attracted to me too. I can undestand if you don't want to have sex with me like you did with those guys in the videotape..."

"They forced me!!"

"Please! I know what force looks like. But that doesn't matter. If you don't want to have sex, fine. Keep driving. But I would really appreciate it if you pulled over and at least sucked my dick."

"Excuse me?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"There's a lot of talk about how great you are at blow jobs. Maybe it's something all Mumbai women are great at. Women here can't really do it well."

"So you're saying that if I pull over and suck your dick, you will help me solve the problem with those thugs?"

"No, memsaab. That's not what I am saying." he said glumly.

"Then?"

"I am saying that I will solve your problem with those thugs, no matter what. Unconditionally. But I would really feel happy if you gave me a blow job. That's all. I promise I won't force you to do anything else."

And having said his piece, Raza sat back, his erect dick still hanging out of his pants.

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