Adultery Job Interview of Mrs. Anjali

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I heard an ambulance passby, as I quickly turned around to look at the ambulance, to see where it was going, I noticed it stopped nearby and a bunch of people were taking a man inside the ambulance.  As I turned around, I caught this old man staring at my boobs inside my blouse, and went down ogling at my navel.  As I quickly covered my navel, the disappointed old pervert looked at me, “alright, we are getting late dear, we have to leave,” he said.  “Yeah,” his wife said and looked at me, “like I said, forget about this incident, just think that it was your husband who inserted his hand inside your saree and panties and touched your pussy, okay?” as the old lady was saying, the old perverts eyes were right at my crotch region over my saree.  Meanwhile, a bunch of women who were going past me, stopped at me, “Karma has got him, the hands which touched you are broken, and now he is in the ambulance on the way to the hospital,” one lady said.  “That punishment is too much for just touching a woman,” the second lady whispered.  The second lady’s words were making sense, and I started feeling sorry for this guy who inserted his hand inside my saree, petticoat, and pussy and touched my pussy.  “The punishment is quite certainly too much for touching my pussy,” I said to myself.  “I know the punishment of karma is too much, I just slapped him and forgot about it, but the men took things into their own hands and kicked him out of the moving bus,” I said.  “Yeah…. Let's hope he recovers soon and gets discharged from the hospital,” one lady said.  “Which hospital?” I asked, standing among the bunch of ladies.  “St. John Hospital, which is right at the corner,” as a lady was saying, I could feel another hand touching my navel just like the pervert who was touching my navel in the bus.  As I quickly caught that hand which was feeling up my navel, to my shock, it was the old pervert’s hand, “sorry my dear, I thought it was my wife, where is my wife?!” he exclaimed.  “Here, I am,” the old lady said, standing away from us.  As I let the old pervert’s hand go, “okay, I am coming,” he said and as he was about to leave us, the old pervert touched my ass cheeks and went towards my wife.  As I was feeling shocked at the old man’s pervertness, I heard some of the ladies mention that the guy who inserted his hand inside my panteis and touched my pussy was an orphan.  “Who?  Who is an orphan?” I asked.  “The guy who is taken to the hospital,” one lady said.  I started feeling sorry for him, “who is going to take care of him in the hospital?” I asked.  “Who knows,” one lady said and started walking and all the other ladies started going home as well.



As I went home, and opened the door, both my sons were asleep, “Our sons are asleep?” I asked my husband who was sitting on the corner as usual.  The room was almost dark, the night light had been lit in the house already.  “Yeah.  Why are you late today?” he asked.  “It's a big story Krishna,” I said and started removing my saree.  As I started removing my blouse, “while coming home on the bus, one pervert started touching me at the wrong places,” I said.  “Oh, he was a good looking guy?” my husband asked.  “No, he was ugly as fuck, like that Bollywood actor Nawazuddin Sidiqqi?,” as I started to say, and started removing my petticoat, I saw my husband as usual watching me remove my clothes and was jerking off.  He was horny, of course, “what did he do?” he asked.  “He inserted his hand inside my saree and touched my pussy, Krishna,” I said, removing my petticoat knot.  “Mmmmm… lucky guy, got a chance to touch my beautiful wife’s clean shaven pussy,” my husband exclaimed, stroking his cock.  “Did you guys kiss each other?” my horny husband asked, stroking his cock watching me remove my petticoat off and search for my nighty in the low light, wearing only my white bra and white panties.  “No, Krishna, I slapped him and the people in the bus thrashed him and kicked him out of the bus, and he is in the hospital now,” I said.  “Anjali, don’t you think the punishment for touching you is too much for him?” my husband asked.  “Yeah, Krishna,” as I started to say.  “Anjali, you have to go to the hospital tomorrow, and meet him in person,” my husband said as I picked up my nighty.  “Yeah, Krishna, that’s what I was thinking,” I said.  “Tell his wife and his loved ones you forgave him,” my husband said.  “He is an orphan, Krishna,” I said.  As I was saying, I started feeling sorry for him and his Nawazuddin Sidiqqi face started appearing right in front of my eyes.  “He is an orphan?  Then you must definitely go and meet him tomorrow at the Hospital.  Give him a hug and something and make him feel better,” my husband said.  “Sure, Krishna, I will go in the morning,” as I was saying.  “You should not have let the men hit him and kick him out of the bus in the first place, Anjali,” my husband said.  “Krishna, I just slapped him for touching me there, but the crowd took things into their own hands, it was not my fault that he is in the hospital,” I said.  “No, Anjali, when he inserted his hand inside your saree and inserted his hand inside your panties and touched your pussy, you should have moved away from him, if you did not like it,” my husband said.  “Yeah, Krishna,” as I was beginning to realize what my husband was saying was right.  “It's alright.  Go and meet him tomorrow, be nice to him, okay, he is an orphan, orphans need a lot of love, show him all the love and settle things and come back,” my husband said.