Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A few minutes later, I was fully dressed, seated in the back seat like a memsaab is supposed to, trying to process everything that had happened in the last couple of hours. Raza was calmly driving the car, looking as serene as if nothing had happened. But there was a cyclone of thoughts and concerns in my head.


"How the hell did you get the cops to just let us go?"

Despite everything that had preceded it, that was the question foremost in my mind. In these matters, be it Bombay or the cow belt, I would not have expected a different outcome. Raza and I were naked in public, in the middle of the day, fucking like bunnies when cops had caught us right in the act. Indian cops hassle you even if you have done nothing wrong. In this case, we were caught red-handed, or in my case, red-assed. I had been so terrified of the possibilities.

The behavior of the inspector and then the constable towards me had also been something I expected. They had at their mercy a pretty high class woman who would do anything to avoid scandal. I was literally theirs for the taking. When the constable had made me bend over and I had heard him unzip his pants, I was sure I would get fucked by him. But instead, the whole episode had just ended. A bit anti-climactically.

"I told you." Raza said and shrugged as he kept driving.

"So you just got Shakoor Haji on the phone and he spoke to the inspector and that's it?"

"Haha, it wasn't even Shakoorbhai. Just his assistant. One word from him and we were golden."

"Wow."

Until that thing had happened, I had considered all of Raza's boasts about solving my problems as just that - boasts. Now I started thinking that there might be something to his influence after all. Sure, he was just a driver. But he seemed connected enough to make two cops walk away from a pretty busty woman being humped in the outdoors.

"You were fantastic, by the way." Raza looked in the rearview mirror and said.

"Thanks." I blushed. "You were great too."

After that, we were both silent. The awkward silence of two eople who don't know each other too well but have been so intimate. A couple of hours ago, I had been bothered by this man staring at my clothed chest. And since then, I had gone on all fours before him and gotten fucked hard, even letting him finger my asshole.

Finally we reached our neighborhood. As we approached the tea stall on the street corner, Raza slowed down.

"These are the guys, right?" he asked.

"Yes." I said, a little worried. "But let it be for now, Raza."

"Don't worry, memsaab."

He brought the car to a stop on the opposite side of the road from the tea stall. There were almost a dozen nukkad guys lounging around there. A couple of them caught my eye, including the ones who had fucked me with Bajwa. I looked away.

"Salamalekum, friends." was the last thing I heard Raza say before he walked out of an earshot.

The men seemed a little surprised by Raza's presence. he walked straight up to them and started talking, pointing in my direction a couple of times. The nukkad guys didn't seem too pleased by whatever he had to say. They looked in my direction too and a lot of gestures were made at each other. One of the guys seemed to have gotten upset and tried to charge at Raza, but his friends held him back. Raza smiled and kept talking. There were further discussions.

After five minutes or so Raza turned around and started walking back to the car. The thugs stood in a crowd staring at his back and towards me, not looking pleased at all.

"That's taken care of." Raza said shutting the door as he got in.

"What did you say to them?"

"Don't worry about that, memsaab. I guarantee you that they or their sleazy friends will never bother you again. And if they do, take my number. Just call me and I will handle it."

Raza was almost bursting with pride. He dropped me home, carried the suitcase in, and then drove off. I sat on the couch trying to figure out if I should be relieved or terrified.

Raza's words proved to be true. A couple of days later when I walked past the tea stall, the nukkad guys all just looked away. A couple of them glanced at me hungrily, but didn't say anything. No more jeers, taunts, and propositions.

I noticed this change even at the grocery store. The shopkeeper and his assistants used to ogle me shamelessly. Now they were being very polite, and keeping their gaze fixed to the floor. This pattern repeated itself almost everywhere I went in the town.

A few weeks passed by and I started getting used to this new equilibrium where I wasn't being treated like the town harlot anymore. Obviously, I had paid a price for it. Welcoming Raza into my bed.....figuratively speaking. He stayed courteous and polite in his behavior and virile and aggressive in his fucking. We met about once a week in carefully planned circumstances.

Raza knew the days when Vinay was insanely busy. He would send me an sms to meet him near the mall. Then we would drive to some remote location in the countryside and fuck like bunnies in the car. Every encounter was very satisfying as Raza banged in almost every position possible. I was almost getting addicted to his big thick dong. I had pretty much become my husband's driver's mistress. But I didn't mind. Because it kept the other wolves at bay.

Life had become pretty much routine. The tension had gone away. Now I even stopped thinking about the nukkad guys when I walked past them. Which is why one day, I was surprised when one of the guys who had been in the mandi with me suddenly came up to me.

"Be careful, memsaab." he whispered.

"What?" I snapped at him.

"I know you think you are some Jhansi ki Rani and we are some vile villains. But you have no idea what kind of a mess you are getting yourself into."

"What are you talking about?"

"You heard me. Just be very careful."

With that dire warning, he walked away. I tried to shrug off what he had said. But a part of me could not help but wonder if there was some truth to his warnings.