Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 17 - Pihu's Sensational Bus Journey

Pihu’s POV- Sometimes we get stuck in such a situation from which we cannot get out even if we want to. And we are getting stuck more and more in that situation even if we don't want to. This particular story is something like that. I am going to tell you this story today because Bijan, that is, my husband, was not involved in it in any way. He did not know anything about this until I told him about it. And after knowing this, he was very happy because, this was the first time I had done this whole incident without any intention of his, when I had not done anything like this on my own, I was forced by the situation. And whatever happened to me that evening, it was my compulsion. Whatever I did, I did it out of compulsion. Otherwise I would not have reached home safely that night. Well, without making too many puzzles, I will come straight to the story. When I am talking about it, we had returned from Puri. And both of us started living a normal life like before. Bijan got busy with his office work and I with my household chores. But to be honest, this whole trip proved to be an important turning point in our life. Because we once again became serious about our sex life. Bijan again used to fuck me in new positions every night and I used to try to be happy with his fucking, although I was not able to get satisfied much. By getting fucked by the thick and strong cocks of Karim, Gopal or Rajiv, the hunger and thirst of me and my pussy had increased many times more than before, which was not only difficult but impossible for Bijan's average sized cock to satisfy. Still he kept trying to satisfy me and I kept trying to be satisfied. Our life started moving in its own rhythm again. About a month or two passed like this. Suddenly I got the news that my mother's health is a little bad. She called me to my mother's house. Because there was no one in the house to take care of them. I was their only daughter. Apart from my mother, there was only my father in the house. But he was also very old, he himself was not able to take care of my mother properly at this age. That is why I had to go to my maternal home to take care of my mother. My maternal home was about 1.5 to 2 hours away by bus from the city where we both were living. One day in the morning I told Bijan and went to my maternal home. A few more days passed like this. I used to take care of my mother and father the whole day and at night I used to do phone-sex with Bijan on video call. Both of us used to take off all our clothes and become naked in front of our phones. Then while talking sensually to each other, he used to caress his dick and I used to finger my pussy. In this way, both of us used to try unsuccessfully to satisfy ourselves even when we were away from each other. Well, I don't want to tell about this phone-sex in detail because this story is not about our phone-sex. Well, let's move ahead in the story. Almost a month had passed by. My mother had also become much better than before. Her health had also become much better now. And since Bijan was also restless without me, so one day I thought of going back to my home. It was a Sunday. I left my mother's house after having lunch. When I reached the bus stand, it was already afternoon. I called Bijan and told him about my return home. He was happy to hear it at first but the very next moment he said to me in a tense voice, "Pihu, you should not have left the house today. According to me, you may not get any bus or something today." I asked him, "Why are you saying this?" He said, "Don't you watch the news? Don't you know that there is a meeting of a political party today? And they must have taken buses from all the routes. You may not get any bus." After listening to him, I also started getting tensed. Bijan was probably right. I was standing at the bus stand for a long time, but no bus was stopping at this stand. And on the other hand, it was getting evening now. It was getting dark all around. It seemed as if I was the only one who had left my house today. Because I was the only one standing at the bus stand, there was no one else with me. I told Bijan, "Don't worry. I am standing at the bus stand. I will go today only if I get a bus, otherwise I will return home." He said, "Okay darling, if you get a bus then call me. I will wait for you at the bus stand." Saying this, he disconnected the call. I stood at that dark and deserted bus stand again and started waiting for the bus. But that day my luck was not good. Despite standing there for about half an hour, I did not find a single bus. There were buses on the road, but none of them was stopping. Anyway, after standing like a fool for half an hour, I thought that today I will return to my mother's house. If I had done so, I would not have to tell this story today. But maybe something else was in my fate. I was making arrangements to return, when I saw another bus coming towards me. I stopped there. I thought if this bus stops then it is fine, otherwise I will go back. How wrong my thinking was. Anyway, that bus came in front of me and stopped. I moved forward towards the bus. I saw that a man like a conductor was sitting in front of the bus. He probably stopped the bus after seeing me standing alone. As soon as the bus stopped, he looked out of the window of the bus and said to me, "Didi (respected sister), why are you standing here like this at this time? Do you want to go somewhere?" I told him, "Yes. I had left to go home. But I am not getting any bus right now." The man said, "Did you not know that there is no bus today? You will not get any bus. But where do you have to go?" I told him the address. Hearing this, the man said, "Look sister, you will not get any bus today. But we are going in the same direction as you told us. If you want, you can come with us." I said, "Thank you, I will go with you people. But please will you wait a little? I will call my husband and tell him that I am going with you people." The man said, "Okay. You call him. We will wait." I called Bijan and told him that I have got a bus and I will reach home in two hours. He said that he will come to the bus stand to pick me up. I disconnected the call and got on the bus. As soon as I got on the bus, it left for its destination. I saw that there were people sitting in the bus. There was no empty seat in the front to sit. I saw that two or three seats were empty in the back seat. I also saw that there was no other girl or woman in the bus except me. All the people in the bus were men. That is why I did not want to go and sit in the back. But it was not possible to stand like this for two hours. So, even though I did not want to, I had to go and sit in the back. That day I was wearing a cotton saree and a sleeveless blouse. Since I was going out of the house, I was wearing a bra and panty under the saree and blouse. But as usual, I had worn the saree a little below my navel. Due to which anyone could easily see my bare belly from under the saree. It was a summer day. And the weather was very hot and humid. So I was sweating a lot. Due to which both my saree and blouse were drenched in sweat to a great extent. I was feeling very hot inside the bus as well. But I was forced to take part in this journey. Since there were no route passengers in this bus, the bus was not stopping at any stop and was moving ahead at full speed. I went and stood at the back. I had a small bag with me, which was hanging from my shoulder. I saw that some people were sitting on the back seat. They looked like daily wage laborers. After boarding the bus, I looked around for the first time. I found that most of the people in the bus were laborers. But I did not like the behavior of the people sitting in the back. Firstly, those people were constantly staring at me, which I did not like at all. And the second biggest thing was that all the people sitting behind were chewing Gutka (tobacco made product) in their mouths. The smell of which was reaching my nose directly. I don't like the smell of Gutka, but I couldn't do anything in this situation. That's why I didn't sit on the back seat. I stood holding a rod. I saw that only three people were sitting on the back seat. Two of them were around 40 years old, but one of them looked quite old to me. He looked to be 60 years old. I was standing right in front of that old people. The rod was well above my head. That's why I had to raise my hand and hold the rod. This made my sweaty armpits visible. Drops of sweat were flowing from my neck and shoulders and collecting on my armpits. Due to which my blouse was getting wet. And sweat was dripping down from my armpits. I was standing uncomfortable holding the rod. But I couldn't do anything. I stood like that.

The bus was moving at its own speed. And I was standing. Suddenly I felt that the two people sitting behind were talking to each other. At first I did not pay attention to their conversation, but later I was forced to pay attention. Because I had come to know that both of them were talking about me. But I could not hear what they were talking about. But both of them were talking to each other while looking at me again and again. It must be something dirty, probably, because the one who was listening was giving a lewd smile while looking at me continuously. I turned my gaze forward. And seeing what was going on in front of me, my head started spinning. I saw that the old man sitting in front of me was looking directly at my armpits. Although I shave my armpits and pussy every single day. But since I was staying at my parents' house, I did not have any razor or anything with me, and I was not able to clean the hair of my armpits and pussy. And in this one month, a lot of hair had grown in my armpits and pussy, due to which I sometimes felt ticklish. I saw that the old man was staring at my hairy and sweaty armpits. I immediately lowered my hand. But the speed of the bus was so fast that I had to raise my hand again and hold the road, even though I didn't want to. Seeing my plight, the old man started laughing. He was enjoying seeing my helplessness. He had only two or four teeth left in his mouth. And whatever teeth were left, they all looked red due to chewing gutka. He had big moustache and beard on his face. There was less hair on his head. The man was very thin. He was wearing a vest and a small dhoti. His dhoti was so short that it was reaching only till his knees. As soon as my eyes met his, he lifted one of his legs on the seat and started caressing his lean thigh while pulling his dhoti up. But his eyes were on my armpit the whole time. My condition was getting worse. The atmosphere was getting worse. The way these people were behaving, I did not like it. But my bad luck was that the other people in the bus were either sleeping or talking to each other. Not a single person was looking at me. I once thought that if I have to go standing in the bus, then why not stand in front of the bus. This will reduce the risk for me. But I had been standing for almost half an hour by then. Both my legs and knees had started aching. But I started going forward with my bag. But after taking one step, I had to stop. I felt someone's body behind me, as if someone was standing very close to my body. And I also felt someone's rough hand on my hand. I stopped and turned back to see that one of those two men had got up and stood behind me. He was standing so close to me that I could smell the chewing gutka from his mouth and the strong smell of sweat coming from his body. I got scared and in a hurry I moved a little forward. Just then the bus hit a speed bumper on the road, due to which the bus shook a little and I fell backwards instead of forward. But before I could fall, that man caught me with both his hands and saved me from falling. But this made my condition worse. Because in this hurry, the anchal (lapel of the saree) of my saree moved away from my chest and my boobs hid in my blouse came out. And on the other hand my hand went on that man's mouth. In a moment I realized that my armpit was right above his face. I felt the hot breath of that man on my armpit for a moment. I felt as if he smelled my armpit. He had caught me with both his hands. One of his hands was on my belly and the other on my ass. I immediately composed myself and stood back. I first adjusted my saree, but by then it was too late. The other two people, including a 60-year-old man, were enjoying looking at my boobs covered by my blouse. I stood up, composed myself and said to that man, “Thank you.” He said, “It's okay, sister. But why are you standing for so long? The seat is empty. You please sit.” I said, “No thanks. I will go standing.” Then the other man said, “But how long will you go standing like this? Your legs will pain. You sit down.” Before I could say anything, that old man said to him, “Why are you bothering her? If she wants to go standing, then let her go.” I understood why he said that. Because if I sat behind, how would that bastard stare at my armpit? I got angry. I said nothing and sat in a corner of the back seat. I saw that the happiness on that old man's face had disappeared. He seemed a little disappointed. But I was happy. I was sitting on the corner seat right behind. There was an open window nearby through which air was coming in. But due to the darkness, I could not see anything outside. Some time passed like this. I was looking out of the window and thinking something in my mind, when suddenly I felt someone's hot breath behind my neck. I felt as if someone was breathing on my neck. I was startled and immediately looked back.

I saw that the old man left his previous seat and came and sat on the seat next to mine. And his face was right behind my neck. I was shocked to see him so close to me suddenly. I said to him, “What is this? Why did you come and sit here?” The old man smiled and said, “I can sit anywhere, what does it matter to you?” I did not say anything else. I started looking outside the window again. But the very next moment I heard the sound of low laughter. It seemed that those three people were laughing while talking to each other. At first I could not hear them. Because they were talking in a whisper. But I knew that they must be talking about me. So I tried to listen to them. Because there was a lot of silence in the bus, so I started hearing their conversation. The man who was standing behind me, and who caught me before I fell, said to the other two people, “Hey friends, what a soft body she has, what I can say! For a moment I felt that I have put my hand in a heap of butter!” Then the old man said, “And her armpits? Talk about that. I clearly saw that her armpits went straight and hit your face!” Then the first man said, “Hey uncle, what can I say, what an intoxicating smell her armpits had. Firstly the strong smell of her sweat, then her personal body odor and then maybe the smell of talcum powder and deodorant. All of this combined made me feel intoxicated.” Then the old man said, “Hey, haven’t you seen how hairy her armpits are! Maybe she doesn’t shave. I am wondering how she has worn such a revealing sleeveless blouse with having such big hair in her armpits.” Then the other person stopped them and said, “It is her choice what she wears or not. But I felt like putting my tongue in her armpits and licking them properly!” I was shocked to hear what he said. What are these people saying!!! These people want to lick my sweaty armpits! Oh God!! What kind of people live in this world!! But at that time I was no less shocked on myself. I noticed that I was not only listening to them, but was also enjoying the comments they made on me! Because suddenly I felt some wetness between my legs. I understood what this could be. But I wanted to be sure. It was quite dark on the back seat of the bus anyway. So I secretly took my right hand down and put it inside my saree. I took my hand and placed it on the part of my panty where my pussy was. For a moment I felt as if I was wearing a wet panty. My panty had become completely wet with my pussy juice. Oh God! I had become so hot from the talks of these three that my pussy had started releasing its juices even without wanting it. I now inserted my finger inside the soft elastic of the panty and took my finger right to the mouth of my pussy. In a moment, my finger got completely wet with the juice of own pussy. I had forgotten that I was sitting with three strangers in the backseat of a bus full of unknown men. Forgetting everything, I slowly inserted my finger in my pussy and started moving it slowly inside. I had become so hot by then that I could not stop myself. My eyes were completely closed and my finger was busy examining my own pussy. Closing my eyes, I, a woman in lust, slowly started getting lost in my sexual fantasies. I was thinking that when I will reach to Bijan, his cock will remain erect due to a month without fucking me, and as soon as I will reach home, I will get a cock ready to fuck my pussy without any effort. But how can I be satisfied with just one fuck! After the first round fuck, I will make Bijan's cock erect at least once more by sucking it and then get fucked again. While imagining various sexual positions, I don't know when I inserted a finger in my pussy and forgetting the whole fucking world, I slowly started fingering it. My only desire at that time was to calm myself and my burning pussy in any way. With my eyes closed, I moaned softly, "Ummm…Bijan...where are you?? I need your fucking tongue right now between my legs..." My eyes were fully closed. I was not able to see anything. I was just feeling my finger going in and out of my wet pussy slowly. Suddenly, I felt someone's hard hand on one of my thighs. Someone was moving his hard hand very gently and lovingly on my open thigh. As if he was caressing my thigh. But the harsh touch of his hard hand made me feel a burning sensation on my skin. I immediately opened my eyes and looked in that direction. I found that my saree had been pulled up to my thighs without my knowledge. And both my fair and thick naked thighs were fully visible from inside the saree and petticoat. My panty had slipped to one side and my pussy was completely peeking out of the panty. My finger was already inside my wet pussy but I saw someone else's hand on my open thigh. I raised my head and saw that it was that old man's hand. That old man was moving his hand freely on my open naked thigh. I also saw that the other two people were staring at me fingering my pussy and that old man moving his hand on my open naked thigh and were enjoying it too. I saw clear bulges on the front part of the dhoti of all three. Its meaning was clear. I could not do anything now. I had pushed myself into danger. I immediately took my finger out of my pussy and hid it again by adjusting my panty. But it was too late by then. Because when I tried to pull my saree back down, that old man stopped me from doing so and said, “Let it be, dear. You look even more beautiful like this.” I was so stunned to see his rudeness and audacity that I could not say anything at first. Then gathering courage anyhow, I told him, “What nonsense are you talking about?” But that old man did not take offense to my words. On the contrary, he laughed and said in a low voice, “So, I am talking nonsense? And what was that that you were doing for so long? Playing with dolls, I presume?” Hearing his taunt, the other two laughed softly and silently. All three were already talking in a low voice so that the rest of the people in the bus would not know about it. I told them, “Look, I am a woman from a good family. I have a husband at home. Please leave me alone.” The old man then said, “Look, I have not done anything till now, whatever you were doing, you were doing it yourself. We were just watching you doing it. Isn't it so guys?” Saying this, all three laughed among themselves. Then the first man said, “Which woman from a big family leaves the house alone like this on this day? And sits in a bus like this and fingers her pussy in front of strangers, tell me?” I did not have any solid answer to give them at that time. It was my mistake. I said, “I made a mistake. Please forgive me.” Then the old man said, “We can forgive you on one condition.” I said fearfully, “What condition?” He made eye contact with all three of them and then looking at me said, “If you make all three of us happy, then you will be able to go home safely. Think about it, if you don’t agree then we can do something very harsh with you, which we don’t want to do. We just say that you make all three of us happy equally, nothing else. The rest of the decision is yours. Think, and think quickly, you don’t have much time.” I became even more scared after hearing his words. There were almost 50 men in the bus and I was the only woman. I don’t know how all these people would be. It is better that I make only these three happy. I will think about the rest later. My brain had stopped working at that time. I was not able to think of what I would do. So I said, “Okay, I agree. But I also have a condition for you three. If you don’t agree to this condition of mine, then I will also not agree to your condition.” That old man said, “Okay, tell me what your condition is?” I said, "You guys will not take my clothes off fully. And whatever you do, do it silently so that the others don't know anything." Before I could finish my words, the other man said to me, "We accept your condition. Now you sit in the middle of us. The rest of us will take care of the rest." I didn't say anything now. I quietly went and sat in the middle of those three. That old man was on my right and the other two people were on my left. As soon as I sat in the middle of them, all three of them literally jumped on me together. (contd.)

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