Adultery Indian Wife and the Bus Journey by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Niyati, are you...are you still okay?" I whispered worriedly even as I realized how pointless that question seemed.

"I am still okay." she replied in Hindi, and then asked sarcastically, "Are you still erect?"

Before I could say anything, Ustaad and Raju started giggling. What was happening?

"Niyati, come on." I protested, tears welling up in my eyes, because yes, I was still erect. The laughing continued.

-

"I'm sorry for that sarcastic comment. I really am. I wasn't thinking straight at that moment." Niyati said.

"Well, what were you thinking?"

"I was...well...you still want me to continue being completely honest?"

"Yes please."

"I was extremely resentful."

"Because of the erection?"

"Not just that. Although at that time, it did seem like a big betrayal. But as I think back, whatever happened, was because of a larger problem."

"What larger problem?"

"The problem with us!"

"There was a problem with us???" this was news to me. I thought we had a happy marriage.

"The very fact that you don't even seem aware of the problem shows what a big problem it was." she said, miffed.

"Then please explain it to me."

"The whole start-up thing...you pushed it on me. And never realized how it affected us." she said angrily.

"What????" this was a shock to me. "I thought you supported me."

"I did support you. I do still support you. But if it were up to me, I would not have done it. We had good jobs, good lives, a good relationship, a good marriage. And then you...no, please let me finish... you risked it all for some pipe dream. Pinching pennies, inviting stress, turning our lives upside down. Do you know the last time we had sex before that trip?"

"I...it was..." Honestly, I could not remember.

"I can tell you. It was over 4 months ago. Because every night, we have to be in the office till late. Work our asses off. And I know, I know, it's a great idea with a great potential, and we may become millionaires or even billionaires, but at what cost? Ever since the start-up got going, we have been like two roommates rather than husband or wife." Niyati ranted.

"I...I am sorry. I never realized..."

"I know you didn't. It's just the way you are. But you have to understand what position that put me in. It's been an unhappy year emotionally. And an unhappy year physically. But I kept going because I knew how much it all meant to you."

"I am so sorry." I put my face in my hands.

"I am sorry too. I hope you realize that what happened that night. There was a lot that made it happen. I am not saying I am blameless. I fully accept my fault. I just want you to know what was driving my at that time. That resentment that had built up. The lack of physical intimacy. All that stress. Your continuing erection. And of course, his alpha-male-ness...I was just..." she stopped and shrugged.

"Yes, I get it." I said.

-

Suddenly the bus started slowing down. I looked out the window to see if we were approaching some town. But it was still all dark and the roads were lined by trees. Finally the bus stopped by the side of the road near what was a small cigarette-and-chai shop. Not even a proper dhaba like earlier. It was a tiny tin shack with one light bulb and a couple of benches, Certainly not a stop I would have expected. But there we were. A couple of passengers started stretching in the front, but stayed in their seats.

"My darling, we are going to step out and get some air." Ustaad put his hands around my wife's naked shoulders.

"Like this?" she quietly pointed to her boobs.

"No. Not like this..." he bent down and picked up her cardigan. "Wear this."

I watched silently as my wife pulled on the cardigan over her naked torso and buttoned it up. She did not seem the least bit bothered or discomfited by the situation. She did not have on a bra or a shirt. Just wearing a cardigan over her naked breasts. And yet, no discomfort. Who was this woman, I thought? Didn't she realize that the shape of her breasts and her erect poking nipples would be evident to everyone she passed, including the bus driver.

-

"I did feel a little weird wearing that cardigan. But I also felt strangely liberated. All my life I have been so worried about what I were because someone might misbehave. But with him, here I was, my boobs so obviously apparent, but because he was there, no one would dare say or do anything."

"As opposed to me. Without a gun." I said sullenly.

"No, I didn't mean it like that."

-

"We will be outside for a while. You have an amazing wife, man." Ustaad said as he slipped out of his seat and patted me on the shoulder. "I will take good care of her, don't you worry. Raju, make sure that whatever saab wants to eat or drink is free. We owe him that much."

He then chuckled and started walking. My wife, wearing her sweatpants and only her cardigan, obediently followed him without making eye-contact with me. The bus was at a standstill. Because it was the middle of the night, the driver had not turned the lights on. But the light from outside streamed in. I noticed a lot of men noticing my wife's chest as she passed them. The two of them stepped out of the bus.

I watched from the window as Ustaad held her hand and led her into the trees and beyond by the side of the shack. The driver, lighting a cigarette near the shack saw them and smiled knowingly. I put my hands on my eyes to stop the tears.

"Saab." Raju patted my back. "I know you are depressed right now. But trust me, Ustaad is a nice guy. He will treat your wife well."