30-12-2018, 12:48 PM
"Lucknow by noon? That far? I don't know saab. This is not a big city so I am not sure we can find you another taxi. There is a small sarai nearby. It is safe and trustworthy. My suggestion is, stay there till the fog clears. And they will arrange something."
"No no, I absolutely have to reach Lucknow by noon."
"Well..."
"What?"
"There is a bus that comes by this time. Not a state transport bus or anything. A private bus going to Benares."
"Oh great...what time does it come?"
"It will be here soon. But saab...you...and your wife...I don't know if it will be right. This is not some luxury AC imported type bus. It will be very bumpy and cold and..."
At this point, in hindsight, I should have listened to what he said. But instead, I said,
"That's fine. It will be overnight anyway, right? No problem."
I was so eager to make that meeting.
So a little while later, I gave our cab driver a couple of thousand rupees for his trouble. And the bus arrived.
The bus was indeed very ramshackle and not the sort of transport we were used to. It was easily a few decades old and was very basic. The seats were very flat and made of rexine, not the cushy reclining seats we were used to. But I was too focused on that investor meeting. So I decided that we should get on it. I paid the driver what was a surprisingly low fare by our standards. And we took our luggage out of the remains of cab and got on the bus.
"This is...interesting." Niyati said as we got on. I could sense a little uncertainty in her voice.
"That it is." I agreed but nudge her forward.
A few passengers had gotten off at the dhaba to use the bathroom or get some food. The others were mostly fast asleep as it was close to midnight. The bus was less than half full, with most passengers sitting in the front to avoid the big jolts you get at the back of such old buses. And the passengers were almost all male, with the exception of two old ladies.
As we walked slowly past the aisle, a few passengers woke up. Some men checked out my gorgeous wife, but furtively. I was used to it so didn't think much of it. She is a conventionally good-looking, in fact hot woman with a petite frame but big boobs. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt that accentuated her bosom even with the cardigan on top, and sweatpants for comfort so she could sleep in the car. Soon we passed by the big bearded thug and as I said earlier, he was the only one to ogle her shamelessly. He had the body language and expression of a bully so I felt a little disconcerted.
"How about here?" Niyati said stopping at a seat a couple of rows behind him.
"No, keep going." I said in English.
"But the farther back we go, the bumpier it will get." she said.
"Trust me, keep going." I solemnly said.
Another mistake? If we had been seated there, I could have just put the bags above us and never had to leave her side. And maybe, just maybe, so close to other passengers, he would not have tried what he did. There is no way to know.
I led her almost all the way to the back.
"Right here." I said.
"But there is no shelf for our bags." Niyati said.
"I'll put them in the front. We'll be asleep the whole way anyway."
I put our bags in the front while we settled in. The bus got going. And soon we were sleepy, although Niyati complained about it being chilly even with her cardigan on.
--
That entire sequence of events played out in my mind as I sat in the dark bus. I wondered if all the obstacles had been a sign from God to just abandon my efforts to reach Delhi for the meeting. If I had just mad a different decision at any of the stages - after the flight cancellation, after the highway traffic, after the accident, or even after getting into the bus and seeing that dangerous looking bully, things would have turned out differently. But they didn't. And here we were.
My classy innocent gorgeous wife was in the grip of a boorish thug. And the motions under the blanket were getting really hectic. I couldn't imagine what was happening under there. What ignominies she was being put through. For a while, I tried not to look. But then I just had to.
Niyati's face was pressed against the window and Ustaad's bearded face was gently kissing it. Soon the blanket fell off with all the motion. And I felt like the knife being held against my stomach was plunged into my heart as I saw even in the darkness that his big hairy hands were mauling her tits over the t-shirt. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks, although obeying his command, she had kept her noises to a minimum.
While her tears bothered me in one way, they seemed to bother Ustaad in a different way. He reached for the gun, picked it up, and pointed it in my direction. Then he whispered to Niyati in a voice loud enough for me to hear.
"Now listen, darling. I can understand you crying a little. But it is getting too much now. Stop the waterworks or I will shoot your husband in the head."
"Okay...okay." she breathlessly said, wiping her eyes. Whatever of the tears was left, he licked off with his raspy tongue and softly chuckled.
"Good girl. You seem like an intelligent memsaab type. So let me say this very plainly. We are in a dark bus in the middle of the night, and you are at my mercy. I like you. I think you are hot. But I don't want to hurt you. Nor hurt your husband here. Let me do what I want for a little while and I will leave you alone. But if you keep resisting and crying and whining all the time, I might lose my temper."
He said that last bit with a scary edge to his voice. She opened her eyes wide, turned her face towards him and stared into his eyes.
"Do you understand?" he said.
"Yes." she meekly said.
I felt so powerless and ashamed that I couldn't do anything to stop this. And that my wife had to give in to such horrible demands from a common thug.
"Good. Now...take off your sweater."
Niyati sighed and slipped off her cardigan. It dropped to the floor on top of the blanket.
Tugging at her t-shirt, he said,
"Pull it up!"
I had been watching and listening to all this with rage and shame building up inside me. Niyati looked at me sadly and then started pulling her t-shirt up until it was rolled up over her bra-covered boobs.
"Nice." he said, fondling her tits and fingering her cleavage. "Open the bra."
She reached back with her hands and unclasped it. He roughly pushed the bra cups up and started mauling her tits like they were ripe mangoes.
"Your nipples are nicely big and erect. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he whispered with a chuckle.
"It's cold." she flatly said as he licked her nipples one by one.
"You are right. It is cold. We could always pick up that blanket to cover you up and I could play with you under there. But then...your husband won't get to see anything."
He said that and then pointed at my crotch.
"Clearly your husband is enjoying this." he said and cackled. Raju next to me also laughed a little.
My first reaction was, what nonsense. But then I realized that he was right. Without meaning to or wanting to, I had developed a hard erection even in this harrowing situation. My body or subconscious mind or whatever was aroused at the sight of this burly thug attacking my wife's exposed tits in the dark bus hurtling through the countryside. What the hell?
I was distraught. I looked at my crotch. And then I looked at Niyati. She had seen my obvious erection. And there was a hurt expression on her face.
-
"Can you imagine how angry, humiliated, and hurt I felt when I saw that?" Niyati thundered angrily.
It was a while after the incident when we finally felt ready to talk about it honestly.
"Here I am, in the control of a lunatic thug in a bus in the middle of nowhere." she continued yelling. "I am being forced to do unspeakable things. He is having his way with me. And my husband sitting there, instead of trying to figure out a way to end it, is turned on by it?"
I knew she had a point. But I felt upset too.
"So it's my fault? What was I supposed to do? It's not like the movies, you know. If I had tried something, we could have both been killed right there." I yelled back.
Niyati glared at me. Then her expression seemed to soften a little.
"I don't fault you for not rescuing me. I understood the reality of the situation even then. But I was...and still am...wondering about that erection." she said.
"Yeah, well, so am I." I bitterly said. "It wasn't a conscious choice, you know? My body isn't completely in my control, you know?"
"I...I believe you." she gently rubbed my shoulder. Even that touch felt so foreign.
-
Back to that night in the bus. I was still trying to come to terms with the erection, looking at Niyati's face wearing an expression of betrayal. The two goons were laughing softly. Then the Ustaad finally spoke again with his forked tongue.
"You see, darling, your husband likes it, I like it, and I assure you, you will like it eventually. So just accept it."
"No no, I absolutely have to reach Lucknow by noon."
"Well..."
"What?"
"There is a bus that comes by this time. Not a state transport bus or anything. A private bus going to Benares."
"Oh great...what time does it come?"
"It will be here soon. But saab...you...and your wife...I don't know if it will be right. This is not some luxury AC imported type bus. It will be very bumpy and cold and..."
At this point, in hindsight, I should have listened to what he said. But instead, I said,
"That's fine. It will be overnight anyway, right? No problem."
I was so eager to make that meeting.
So a little while later, I gave our cab driver a couple of thousand rupees for his trouble. And the bus arrived.
The bus was indeed very ramshackle and not the sort of transport we were used to. It was easily a few decades old and was very basic. The seats were very flat and made of rexine, not the cushy reclining seats we were used to. But I was too focused on that investor meeting. So I decided that we should get on it. I paid the driver what was a surprisingly low fare by our standards. And we took our luggage out of the remains of cab and got on the bus.
"This is...interesting." Niyati said as we got on. I could sense a little uncertainty in her voice.
"That it is." I agreed but nudge her forward.
A few passengers had gotten off at the dhaba to use the bathroom or get some food. The others were mostly fast asleep as it was close to midnight. The bus was less than half full, with most passengers sitting in the front to avoid the big jolts you get at the back of such old buses. And the passengers were almost all male, with the exception of two old ladies.
As we walked slowly past the aisle, a few passengers woke up. Some men checked out my gorgeous wife, but furtively. I was used to it so didn't think much of it. She is a conventionally good-looking, in fact hot woman with a petite frame but big boobs. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt that accentuated her bosom even with the cardigan on top, and sweatpants for comfort so she could sleep in the car. Soon we passed by the big bearded thug and as I said earlier, he was the only one to ogle her shamelessly. He had the body language and expression of a bully so I felt a little disconcerted.
"How about here?" Niyati said stopping at a seat a couple of rows behind him.
"No, keep going." I said in English.
"But the farther back we go, the bumpier it will get." she said.
"Trust me, keep going." I solemnly said.
Another mistake? If we had been seated there, I could have just put the bags above us and never had to leave her side. And maybe, just maybe, so close to other passengers, he would not have tried what he did. There is no way to know.
I led her almost all the way to the back.
"Right here." I said.
"But there is no shelf for our bags." Niyati said.
"I'll put them in the front. We'll be asleep the whole way anyway."
I put our bags in the front while we settled in. The bus got going. And soon we were sleepy, although Niyati complained about it being chilly even with her cardigan on.
--
That entire sequence of events played out in my mind as I sat in the dark bus. I wondered if all the obstacles had been a sign from God to just abandon my efforts to reach Delhi for the meeting. If I had just mad a different decision at any of the stages - after the flight cancellation, after the highway traffic, after the accident, or even after getting into the bus and seeing that dangerous looking bully, things would have turned out differently. But they didn't. And here we were.
My classy innocent gorgeous wife was in the grip of a boorish thug. And the motions under the blanket were getting really hectic. I couldn't imagine what was happening under there. What ignominies she was being put through. For a while, I tried not to look. But then I just had to.
Niyati's face was pressed against the window and Ustaad's bearded face was gently kissing it. Soon the blanket fell off with all the motion. And I felt like the knife being held against my stomach was plunged into my heart as I saw even in the darkness that his big hairy hands were mauling her tits over the t-shirt. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks, although obeying his command, she had kept her noises to a minimum.
While her tears bothered me in one way, they seemed to bother Ustaad in a different way. He reached for the gun, picked it up, and pointed it in my direction. Then he whispered to Niyati in a voice loud enough for me to hear.
"Now listen, darling. I can understand you crying a little. But it is getting too much now. Stop the waterworks or I will shoot your husband in the head."
"Okay...okay." she breathlessly said, wiping her eyes. Whatever of the tears was left, he licked off with his raspy tongue and softly chuckled.
"Good girl. You seem like an intelligent memsaab type. So let me say this very plainly. We are in a dark bus in the middle of the night, and you are at my mercy. I like you. I think you are hot. But I don't want to hurt you. Nor hurt your husband here. Let me do what I want for a little while and I will leave you alone. But if you keep resisting and crying and whining all the time, I might lose my temper."
He said that last bit with a scary edge to his voice. She opened her eyes wide, turned her face towards him and stared into his eyes.
"Do you understand?" he said.
"Yes." she meekly said.
I felt so powerless and ashamed that I couldn't do anything to stop this. And that my wife had to give in to such horrible demands from a common thug.
"Good. Now...take off your sweater."
Niyati sighed and slipped off her cardigan. It dropped to the floor on top of the blanket.
Tugging at her t-shirt, he said,
"Pull it up!"
I had been watching and listening to all this with rage and shame building up inside me. Niyati looked at me sadly and then started pulling her t-shirt up until it was rolled up over her bra-covered boobs.
"Nice." he said, fondling her tits and fingering her cleavage. "Open the bra."
She reached back with her hands and unclasped it. He roughly pushed the bra cups up and started mauling her tits like they were ripe mangoes.
"Your nipples are nicely big and erect. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he whispered with a chuckle.
"It's cold." she flatly said as he licked her nipples one by one.
"You are right. It is cold. We could always pick up that blanket to cover you up and I could play with you under there. But then...your husband won't get to see anything."
He said that and then pointed at my crotch.
"Clearly your husband is enjoying this." he said and cackled. Raju next to me also laughed a little.
My first reaction was, what nonsense. But then I realized that he was right. Without meaning to or wanting to, I had developed a hard erection even in this harrowing situation. My body or subconscious mind or whatever was aroused at the sight of this burly thug attacking my wife's exposed tits in the dark bus hurtling through the countryside. What the hell?
I was distraught. I looked at my crotch. And then I looked at Niyati. She had seen my obvious erection. And there was a hurt expression on her face.
-
"Can you imagine how angry, humiliated, and hurt I felt when I saw that?" Niyati thundered angrily.
It was a while after the incident when we finally felt ready to talk about it honestly.
"Here I am, in the control of a lunatic thug in a bus in the middle of nowhere." she continued yelling. "I am being forced to do unspeakable things. He is having his way with me. And my husband sitting there, instead of trying to figure out a way to end it, is turned on by it?"
I knew she had a point. But I felt upset too.
"So it's my fault? What was I supposed to do? It's not like the movies, you know. If I had tried something, we could have both been killed right there." I yelled back.
Niyati glared at me. Then her expression seemed to soften a little.
"I don't fault you for not rescuing me. I understood the reality of the situation even then. But I was...and still am...wondering about that erection." she said.
"Yeah, well, so am I." I bitterly said. "It wasn't a conscious choice, you know? My body isn't completely in my control, you know?"
"I...I believe you." she gently rubbed my shoulder. Even that touch felt so foreign.
-
Back to that night in the bus. I was still trying to come to terms with the erection, looking at Niyati's face wearing an expression of betrayal. The two goons were laughing softly. Then the Ustaad finally spoke again with his forked tongue.
"You see, darling, your husband likes it, I like it, and I assure you, you will like it eventually. So just accept it."
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