Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mohan opened the door and the big burly brute from my recent past sauntered in, smiling wide. I was busy adjusting my pallu making myself decent, even as I tried to fight off the memories of the last time this guy had been with me. How he had pulled me out of that muddy pit (suddenly, Mohan's comment about the muddy pit made sense). How he had thrust his fat dick inside me mouth and cum in it. I would always remember him as the first man to set this whole tumultuous chain of events in motion.


And now he was walking towards me, smiling happily. He was wearing a brown pathan suit, with the sleeves sleeves folded all the way up his bulging biceps. He was quite tall just as I remembered him, probably 6 ft 3 or so, and had to bend down just to stand straight in the bus.

"Namaste, memsaab!" he folded his palms in an excessively reverential way as he bent. "Fancy meeting you here in my bus."

"Your bus?" I said.

"Yes, I own it. Mohan is just a driver."

Mohan, meanwhile had zipped up his pants and was quietly back in the driver's seat. Even in that brief interaction, I surmised that this was not a relationship of equals. Mohan was obviously subservient to this guy.

"Mohan!" he said, standing right next to me. "We need to go to the Malikganj site next to pick up the rest of the passengers."

With that order, he stood next to me, leaning down and smiling.

"What about me?" I asked. "He said he would take me home."

"He will, memsaab, he certainly will. But remember that dropping you home is a favor we are doing. Your husband hired my bus only to ferry people to that fancy party locally. He isn't paying us anymore. You are in this bus, not as a paying customer, but as someone we are doing a favor on. And I assure you that Mohan will eventually drop you hope. But he is being paid to do his job, not to play games with pretty ladies on the side. Were you enjoying Mohan's little game, memsaab?"

He smiled at me lecherously. I just stared back with a frown on my face.

"Let's get going, Mohan!" he said, turning his head back.

Mohan put the bus in gear and it started moving. I sat dreading what my first ever tormentor had in store for me. And wondering whether and how much I should fight back. Was I still technically considered Jamal's keep and by extension, under Shakoor Haji's protection? When Raza had spoken to these guys, they had left me alone. Did that warning still apply? Or was I now fair game? I had no way of knowing.

I couldn't very well just come out and ask the man - Hello, I was wondering if you plan to force me into sex or am I protected by virtue of being someone else's mistress?

I was in this mini-bus in the middle of nowhere. Even if I put up a fight and got off, how could I be sure that whatever awaited me on the streets of the cow belt wouldn't be more dangerous? I had no choice but to stay put.

"Let's move to the back seat, memsaab." the big burly brute said walking past me. "We will be picking up a bunch of Bangladeshi migrant workers and you don't want to be between them. Or.....maybe you do, from the rumors I have heard recently."

He cackled loudly and I heard Mohan chuckle too.

I glared at him, but his back was turned towards me. What was with this town? How did these people know every detail of seemingly private acts, even when they were perpetrated by their supposed rivals? Were the Billa guys and Shakoor guys boasting to each other about how much they had degraded me? Whatever the case, his basic point was valid. I did not want to be seated between a bunch of unknown migrant workers. So I quietly got up and followed him to the back seat, hoping that my supposed status as Jamal's bitch would deter him from any advances.

The back seat of the mini-bus was a long continuous one, with all the other seats in the front separated by an aisle. There ere already a couple of sacks of construction material on the back seat next to each of the windows. So effectively, there were only two seats. The brute politely moved to the side letting me sit first and then squeezed in his ample butt next to mine in the remaining space. Our hips were touching slightly in the position we were both sitting in.

Mohan was quietly driving the bus. I saw him move his mirror a little bit so he could look at me instead of the road. I felt a little scared by that, worried about safety. Shouldn't he be focusing the mirror on the road behind him?

I sat next to the brute fearing the worst and suffering flashes of the last time we had been together and his big thick dick had been in my mouth. It took all of my willpower to not glance at his crotch over his pathan suit. I was also worried about what he might do next. Was I at his mercy? Was there going to be a new Jamal? I just sat there petrified.

The bus sped along the highway, making sharp turns, pushing me against the brute and the brute against me. We were seated at the very back of the bus so the bumps and vibrations were maximized. He however, kept his hands to himself. Maybe I really was under Shakoor Haji's protection, I told myself, feeling a little relieved. However, sitting there next to the big strong brute, his bulging biceps right next to mine, I was feeling that irresistible funny feeling rearing its head inside me. I tried to shake it off, but every time the bumps pushed our bodies together, I felt a slight shiver flow through my entire being.

Don't even think about it, I warned myself. Don't slide back into that hellhole.

"Do you remember me, memsaab?" he finally spoke without looking at me.

"Yes." I curtly replied.

"Remember that day when you were running, and then you fell in the pit, and then I pulled you out, and then you..."

"I said I remember you!!!" I cut him off, not wanting him to say the rest of what happened.

"My name is Birju by the way." he said."

"Sheetal." I responded in kind. And he laughed.

"Everyone in our town knows your name, memsaab. You are a star. You are a bigger star in this town than Sunny Leone!"

I bristled at that reference. He had just compared me to a porn star. Sure, I had done some crazy things that even she might not have done. But still, that comparison seemed deeply offensive to me. I scowled. Birju saw my expression and smiled.

"Sorry if that offended you, memsaab. I didn't mean it as an insult." he said.

"Sure." I bitterly said.

"You are sounding so offended. Can you imagine how I feel?" he asked with some emotion.

"Huh?"

"Come on, Sheetal memsaab, isn't it obvious?"

"No, it's not." I had no idea what he was talking about.

He sighed and looked straight ahead. He was silent for a little while. And then he started speaking.

"Okay....a few months ago. There you were, a high class hot housewife of a top bank manager. We all watched you, admired your beauty, maybe made a few innocent comments..."

"Innocent??" I snickered.

"Made a few comments..." he continued. "But we left you mostly alone. Until that day when you went running. It was my idea to follow you. My idea to.....do everything else. That's what started everything. And now..."

"Now what?" I snapped at him.

"Now you have fucked half the town and I can't do anything because Shakoor Haji runs the town."

He sat back, with a frown on his face. On one hand, I felt happy, because he had just confirmed something I had been wondering about - my protection. On the other hand, I also felt bad for the poor guy. Sure, he had been rough with me. But compared to what I had experienced since, he had almost been a Victorian gentleman. And he was right. The whole thing started because he had made the first move. Yes, he and his thugs had felt me up and stripped me, and he had made me suck his dick. But until Bajwa came along, the nukkad guys had never fucked me. I knew now that it was because of the elections, which they lost anyway, but still. The fact remained that Birju and his guys had been relatively the most respectful towards me in that town.

Hell, even just a little while ago, his driver Mohan could have forced himself on me. Instead, he just sat by himself, playing with his dick, not even touching me. Of course, in an ideal world, a driver should not be exposing himself to his passengers. But by cow belt moral standards, Mohan's behavior was worthy of a medal.

For now though, Mohan was speeding the bus along. And it felt to me like it was bouncing and lurching a lot more than necessary, even though we were at the very back. My body kept pushing against Birju's and my big tits kept shaking even under the modest blouse and pallu. In the rear view mirror, I could see Mohan staring at me.

"Hehe, looks like Mohan is really excited, memsaab." Birju said.

"Clearly!" I frowned back at the rearview mirror but to no avail.

"Were you having a good time watching him Jack off? Were you going to suck his dick like you sucked mine that day?"

"Birju!!!" I said and turned crimson with shame.

"Sorry if I came and knocked at the wrong moment, memsaab. Maybe I should have waited and let you finish. Are you......are you feeling unsatisfied because of my interruption memsaab?" Birju sweetly asked.

I didn't say anything. The bus rapidly lurched along. At one turn, the bus lurched particularly hard and then braked. I felt my body being thrown forward. Suddenly Birju's big hand pressed against my chest and contained my fall.

"Careful, memsaab." he said in a concerned voice.

"Tell him to be careful." I almost spat back as the bus stabilized a little.

Birju's hand was still on my boobs, over my sari. I didn't look at him. His hand stayed there. Then it slowly slid down and stroked my bare stomach. That rough unfamiliar touch felt good. I inhaled so sharply that even Birju heard. I turned my head towards him. He smiled at me. My lips twitched a little, but I resisted smiling back.