30-12-2018, 12:51 PM
My wife's petite voluptuous body was now hanging off his oak-like frame, her arms locked in his neck. Her ankles were locked behind his waist as he hammered her cunt mercilessly. Her big jiggling ass swayed back and forth, banging against his sturdy hips. And I realized that it wasn't just Ustaad pistoning her, but she was also humping back even in that weird pose.
"Oh fuckkkk....I am cumming!!" Niyati cried out. She started shrieking and shaking as Ustaad pressed her ass harder against him with his big palm.
"Already???" I whispered in disbelief.
"I told you saab." Raju shrugged. "You should not be watching this."
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"That...that first orgasm...was it real? Or did you fake it to...."
"I really don't think talking about such details is a good idea." Niyati deflected.
"Please."
"Fine. If you insist. Yes, it was very real. Even I was surprised because usually....." she trailed off.
"I know about usually. I am the poor sap who is the usually."
"Please don't do that to yourself." Niyati gave me a sad smile. "There is nothing wrong with your sexual technique. You have to understand that those orgasms were less about his skill and more about the depravity of the situation. The newness of it, the wrongness of it. For god's sake, I was buck naked being fucked in the open in a ravine by a burly ape whose name I didn't even know. Even my wildest fantasies are tamer than that reality. That itself would have been enough to push me over the edge. Remember, you yourself were so aroused."
"Hmmm."
"Did you....never mind."
"Did I what?"
"No, nothing."
"Did you jack off while you were watching all this?"
"Well...."
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Honestly, what I did wasn't technically jacking off. Yes, I had been sporting a raging hard-on the entire time. So raging that it was starting to hurt. As I watched my previously chaste wife holler her way through an orgasm hanging off his body, I could feel rumblings in my balls. I did take my dick out. But it was just so the semen wouldn't mess up my pants.
"Haha." Raju noticed what I had done.
"Shut up." I said, as I felt that sense of guilt and ennui that often follows an orgasm for men. I just suddenly felt very disinterested.
I turned around and started walking away.
"Where are you going?" Raju asked.
"You were right. No good can come out of me watching this."
And angrily, I strode away.
I was so distraught while walking away and thinking of so many things, that I did not really pay attention to where I was going. The woods were thick, it was foggy, and things were very confusing. It took me about 20 minutes of walking to realize that I was hopelessly lost. And another ten minutes to start panicking. The fog seemed to be getting thicker and thicker. This was all I needed. After everything that had gone wrong, this was really the shit cherry on the shit sundae.
I considered yelling out, hoping that Raju or the driver would hear me. Or even my wife, although it did not seem like she would care. She only had eyes for Ustaad tonight, literally and figuratively. I started wondering if our marriage was over. I decided not to yell out because I didn't know whether it was safe. For all I knew, there were a dozen other Ustaad types hanging out in the woods.
So I tried my best to figure out my bearings. I finally found a narrow trail path. I was sure this would get me back to the road. But in which direction? Just as I was trying to figure it out, I heard rustling of leaves and some soft voices. Unsure of who it was, I hid behind a couple of trees.
"Come on, please. Don't make me do that."
My ears perked up. It was Niyati's voice. But despite the words being negative in nature, the tone was a bit playful. The footsteps and the voices got closer.
"A deal is a deal, darling. I am a man of my word." Ustaad said flatly.
"But he is so sleazy and scrawny." she protested.
For a moment, I thought she was talking about me and I get angry and humiliated. But Ustaad's next words cleared my misconception.
"It's what was promised to him for stopping the bus out of schedule. And it's just ten minutes."
And the two of them passed by me. I was well hidden so they did not see me. But I saw them. Niyati had put whatever clothes she had back on. I started following them at a distance, partly to hear more and partly hoping they would lead me back to the bus. She was walking a step behind him.
"Pleeeeeeease." she sprinted up and hugged him lovingly, giggling. "I will make it worth your while."
What the hell was wrong with her? She was talking like a silly smitten teenager, not a high class married career woman who had just been forced at gunpoint.
What happened next shocked me as well as Niyati. The big brute pushed her away haughtily and then with a look of derision said,
"You fucking slut. Don't try to get cute with me. I am not your boyfriend or husband that you can twist around your finger."
"I know." Niyati said almost wistfully.
"I saw you, found you hot, seduced you, fucked you, and that is it. You are a piece of ass. A piece of ass that I am honor-bound to share with that driver."
Following them, I heard this and felt a mix of anger and delight. Anger because of how insulting he was being. And delight for the same reason. At that moment, I felt that she deserved it.
She opened her mouth to reason with him some more but he held his hand up.
"Because I fucked you so well and make you cum like a fountain so many times, you seem to think this is some romantic picnic. It is not. Remember who is in charge here. Either you willingly spend ten minutes with the driver. Or I can make you do it at gunpoint."
"Fine." Niyati reluctantly said.
"And the next time you try to talk yourself out of spending time with the driver, I swear, you will be sorry. Don't test me. I am warning you for the last time."
They walked in silence for a minute and then she spoke up again.
"What about us?"
"What about us?"
"Don't you want to....do it again?" she shrugged and said.
"Damn woman! I just banged your brains out for a long time and you're still hungry?" he sounded surprised.
"Not hungry as such. I just wouldn't mind it." Niyati coyly said.
"Well, the bus needs to get going. And the seats are too cramped to do it in there. You have seen my technique."
And the slut actually blushed.
"Also" he continued. "There are other passengers. I know they won't complain because they are scared of me. But still, I don't want them to lose sleep."
"Forget the bus driver then. He is scared of you too. Why don't we use this time to.....you know....right here?" she cocked her head sideways and smiled.
He stopped and stared at her. She smiled back seductively. I felt like jumping out at shaking her hard to make her realize what she was becoming.
"Take off your clothes." he sharply said.
She didn't need to be told twice. In less than ten seconds, she had thrown off her cardigan and sweatpants. I noticed that she wasn't wearing panties anymore. Probably got left behind in the ravine.
Fully naked, she lunged towards him. He however, caught her by the shoulders and held her still.
"Wait a moment." he said and picked up her clothes.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" Niyati yelled out. Even I barely suppressed a cry of horror.
The big brute had rolled up her two remaining garments into a ball and thrown it high up into a tree.
"I had given you a final warning. Told you not to test me."
"But...but..." Niyati almost started hyperventilating.
"In our village, when a woman forgets her place, we punish her by parading her naked in front of everyone. That is going to be your punishment for being an insolent bitch."
"But...oh no...."
"You are going to stay naked like this even when you get in the bus. Everyone is going to see you like this. And you and I are going to sit on the front seat so newer passengers also see you. Don't you dare trying to get clothes from your bag or I will make things even worse." he menacingly said.
And started walking. Utterly defeated and all the playfulness flown out of her, my wife started following him naked. Soon they approached a spot where the driver was waiting with Raju.
The two guys waiting there had already seen her naked and getting fucked by Ustaad earlier. But even they looked taken aback at her walking towards them without a stitch of clothing on her petite voluptuous body. They were probably so taken in by it that they did not notice what I noticed. A big change in Niyati's body language.
"Oh fuckkkk....I am cumming!!" Niyati cried out. She started shrieking and shaking as Ustaad pressed her ass harder against him with his big palm.
"Already???" I whispered in disbelief.
"I told you saab." Raju shrugged. "You should not be watching this."
------
"That...that first orgasm...was it real? Or did you fake it to...."
"I really don't think talking about such details is a good idea." Niyati deflected.
"Please."
"Fine. If you insist. Yes, it was very real. Even I was surprised because usually....." she trailed off.
"I know about usually. I am the poor sap who is the usually."
"Please don't do that to yourself." Niyati gave me a sad smile. "There is nothing wrong with your sexual technique. You have to understand that those orgasms were less about his skill and more about the depravity of the situation. The newness of it, the wrongness of it. For god's sake, I was buck naked being fucked in the open in a ravine by a burly ape whose name I didn't even know. Even my wildest fantasies are tamer than that reality. That itself would have been enough to push me over the edge. Remember, you yourself were so aroused."
"Hmmm."
"Did you....never mind."
"Did I what?"
"No, nothing."
"Did you jack off while you were watching all this?"
"Well...."
--------
Honestly, what I did wasn't technically jacking off. Yes, I had been sporting a raging hard-on the entire time. So raging that it was starting to hurt. As I watched my previously chaste wife holler her way through an orgasm hanging off his body, I could feel rumblings in my balls. I did take my dick out. But it was just so the semen wouldn't mess up my pants.
"Haha." Raju noticed what I had done.
"Shut up." I said, as I felt that sense of guilt and ennui that often follows an orgasm for men. I just suddenly felt very disinterested.
I turned around and started walking away.
"Where are you going?" Raju asked.
"You were right. No good can come out of me watching this."
And angrily, I strode away.
I was so distraught while walking away and thinking of so many things, that I did not really pay attention to where I was going. The woods were thick, it was foggy, and things were very confusing. It took me about 20 minutes of walking to realize that I was hopelessly lost. And another ten minutes to start panicking. The fog seemed to be getting thicker and thicker. This was all I needed. After everything that had gone wrong, this was really the shit cherry on the shit sundae.
I considered yelling out, hoping that Raju or the driver would hear me. Or even my wife, although it did not seem like she would care. She only had eyes for Ustaad tonight, literally and figuratively. I started wondering if our marriage was over. I decided not to yell out because I didn't know whether it was safe. For all I knew, there were a dozen other Ustaad types hanging out in the woods.
So I tried my best to figure out my bearings. I finally found a narrow trail path. I was sure this would get me back to the road. But in which direction? Just as I was trying to figure it out, I heard rustling of leaves and some soft voices. Unsure of who it was, I hid behind a couple of trees.
"Come on, please. Don't make me do that."
My ears perked up. It was Niyati's voice. But despite the words being negative in nature, the tone was a bit playful. The footsteps and the voices got closer.
"A deal is a deal, darling. I am a man of my word." Ustaad said flatly.
"But he is so sleazy and scrawny." she protested.
For a moment, I thought she was talking about me and I get angry and humiliated. But Ustaad's next words cleared my misconception.
"It's what was promised to him for stopping the bus out of schedule. And it's just ten minutes."
And the two of them passed by me. I was well hidden so they did not see me. But I saw them. Niyati had put whatever clothes she had back on. I started following them at a distance, partly to hear more and partly hoping they would lead me back to the bus. She was walking a step behind him.
"Pleeeeeeease." she sprinted up and hugged him lovingly, giggling. "I will make it worth your while."
What the hell was wrong with her? She was talking like a silly smitten teenager, not a high class married career woman who had just been forced at gunpoint.
What happened next shocked me as well as Niyati. The big brute pushed her away haughtily and then with a look of derision said,
"You fucking slut. Don't try to get cute with me. I am not your boyfriend or husband that you can twist around your finger."
"I know." Niyati said almost wistfully.
"I saw you, found you hot, seduced you, fucked you, and that is it. You are a piece of ass. A piece of ass that I am honor-bound to share with that driver."
Following them, I heard this and felt a mix of anger and delight. Anger because of how insulting he was being. And delight for the same reason. At that moment, I felt that she deserved it.
She opened her mouth to reason with him some more but he held his hand up.
"Because I fucked you so well and make you cum like a fountain so many times, you seem to think this is some romantic picnic. It is not. Remember who is in charge here. Either you willingly spend ten minutes with the driver. Or I can make you do it at gunpoint."
"Fine." Niyati reluctantly said.
"And the next time you try to talk yourself out of spending time with the driver, I swear, you will be sorry. Don't test me. I am warning you for the last time."
They walked in silence for a minute and then she spoke up again.
"What about us?"
"What about us?"
"Don't you want to....do it again?" she shrugged and said.
"Damn woman! I just banged your brains out for a long time and you're still hungry?" he sounded surprised.
"Not hungry as such. I just wouldn't mind it." Niyati coyly said.
"Well, the bus needs to get going. And the seats are too cramped to do it in there. You have seen my technique."
And the slut actually blushed.
"Also" he continued. "There are other passengers. I know they won't complain because they are scared of me. But still, I don't want them to lose sleep."
"Forget the bus driver then. He is scared of you too. Why don't we use this time to.....you know....right here?" she cocked her head sideways and smiled.
He stopped and stared at her. She smiled back seductively. I felt like jumping out at shaking her hard to make her realize what she was becoming.
"Take off your clothes." he sharply said.
She didn't need to be told twice. In less than ten seconds, she had thrown off her cardigan and sweatpants. I noticed that she wasn't wearing panties anymore. Probably got left behind in the ravine.
Fully naked, she lunged towards him. He however, caught her by the shoulders and held her still.
"Wait a moment." he said and picked up her clothes.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" Niyati yelled out. Even I barely suppressed a cry of horror.
The big brute had rolled up her two remaining garments into a ball and thrown it high up into a tree.
"I had given you a final warning. Told you not to test me."
"But...but..." Niyati almost started hyperventilating.
"In our village, when a woman forgets her place, we punish her by parading her naked in front of everyone. That is going to be your punishment for being an insolent bitch."
"But...oh no...."
"You are going to stay naked like this even when you get in the bus. Everyone is going to see you like this. And you and I are going to sit on the front seat so newer passengers also see you. Don't you dare trying to get clothes from your bag or I will make things even worse." he menacingly said.
And started walking. Utterly defeated and all the playfulness flown out of her, my wife started following him naked. Soon they approached a spot where the driver was waiting with Raju.
The two guys waiting there had already seen her naked and getting fucked by Ustaad earlier. But even they looked taken aback at her walking towards them without a stitch of clothing on her petite voluptuous body. They were probably so taken in by it that they did not notice what I noticed. A big change in Niyati's body language.
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