Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Stop that!" I emphatically said as Birju moved his hand to my stomach.


"Why are you being so shy, memsaab? From what I hear, you have a thing for Bangalis."

I kept quiet and glared at him as he sat back and smiled. He reached into his pocket and pulled something out. It was a roll of bidis. He handed them out and most of the men took one.

"Here's the light." he said, holding a lighter just a few inches in front of my boobs. All the men, turn by turn, lowered their heads to light their bidis, and gazed at my chest nervously. The looks of nervous arousal on those bearded faces started making me feel turned on. The bus was soon filled with tobacco smoke.

"Did you like that, memsaab?" Birju asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. "The way all these poor men stared at your boobs?"

"No." I said, but my tone suggested otherwise.

"Let's give them a better look shall we?"

There was a collective gasp in the bus as the men saw Birju pull my pallu down. Now they were looking at the small bit of cleavage peeking out of my blouse and looking at the black globes that my boobs were under the fabric.

Watching those hungry horny faces all around me made a motor start running inside me. I realized that I really wanted this. I even needed this. If my husband was screwing some young local hottie, why should I feel guilty about satisfying my urges? I didn't move as Birju started opening the hooks of my blouse. Soon the men were staring at my bra.

"Looks like Shafiq is as turned on as you, memsaab." Birju laughed and nodded towards the guy who was sitting in the seat right in front of me. He was sucking at the bidi and staring at my tits as a tent stood in his lungi.

"Did you work hard today, Shafiq?" Birju asked as he pushed his fingers inside my bra and pulled my right breast out.

"Yes, very hard." the little guy said, staring at my exposed nipple and licking his lips.

"Are you tired?"

"Very tired."

"Then maybe it is time to do something about your exhaustion. Do you like this woman?"

He eagerly nodded.

"She likes you too. She is a very nice lady who likes hardworking men. And don't look so nervous." Birju said and lowering his voice almost conspiratorially, he said, "this nice memsaab wants you to touch her and play with her if you like. And it's okay if you do it in front of everyone. She likes being watched."

I sat there, alarms blaring in my head as Birju offered me up to some random laborer.

"You asshole." I said to Birju as the young Bengali, not able to believe his luck, reached with his hands and touched my exposed tit.

"Will you let memsaab play with your dick, Shafiq?"

The guy nodded eagerly and pulled up the front of his lungi, exposing an erect circumcised dick. My hand was drawn to it almost magnetically and I wrapped my fingers around it. The rest of the guys in the bus watched shellshocked as I started jacking off their buddy as he played with my boob. Suddenly, Birju pulled me into a long hard kiss. he then blew some bidi smoke on my face, making me cough.

"You asshole." I said again, but kept pleasuring the young Bangali in front of me.

Suddenly the bus slowed down and came to a standstill.

"We are here, boss." Mohan said. I had forgotten about his existence.

I looked out the window. We were in a deserted area with a bunch of jhopdi huts, where the men presumably lived. A few of them reluctantly got up, still staring at me.

"These men have to go to their jhopdis now, memsaab. Unless you want to go with them."

"What?" I asked, my hand still jerking the exposed dick.

"Nine virile exhausted horny men far from their homes. Imagine how it will feel going into a jhopdi with them and showing them your pussy. And sucking their dicks."

"Are you crazy?" I asked. Playing around with 2-3 men occasionally was fine. But all these men? What was he thinking?

"If you do, I will help you out with your husband's situation. I will get you proof that he and Barkha are sleeping together."

"You want me to have sex with all these men?" I asked incredulously.

"No. That might be too much. But it will be nice if you give them a blowjob. It will be a great memory for them."

I looked around at the eager faces. I looked at the dick in my hand and wondered how it would taste in my mouth.

"And if I do this, you will bring me proof of my husband's affair?"

"Yup."

I felt the familiar sensation of depravity surging inside me. That demonic side of my personality that derives pleasure from being used and abused by working class poor men. My submissive side which is fed by such adventures, regardless of how much I denied it.

"Okay, I will go into a jhopdi with them and suck their dicks and show them my pussy."

I couldn't believe my own voice as I said that. The men around me looked more shocked than pleased that a high class memsaab had agreed to do this.

"Very good." Birju patted my back as I got up.

The men trooped out of the bus and I followed them. Shafiq was walking next to me and I kept wanking his cock as we got off the bus and headed towards a jhopdi.