Adultery Another Cuckold Story

[KasunMadhawa]

After our night ride with Mahesh, Kamala was closer to Mahesh. But something had changed. She always chats on him phone. But when he asks to meet again, she avoids with lame reasons. I was a little upset. Because she had been doing well until now. I wonder if something happened that day. But same time, I felt relieved. Because from the first day we met Mahesh, after seeing his big tool. I regretted introducing him to Kamala. The reason I want to introduce him is to share my wife with him. But after seeing his big tool, I was a little afraid. Because Kamala's tight pussy can't handle that big thing. I want to find another young guy for her. But she was not interested in them. I think her friendship with Mahesh was strong. But still, she was nervous to meet him again. 

Time flows very quickly, and three weeks have passed. We had to attend our family relative's funeral. He was my father's elder brother. My father had already passed away. My mother or sister didn't want to go because of her medical condition. My mother didn't have a good relationship with my father's relative. So I went there with Kamala. We asked my mother to take care of my son until we return. I hired a taxi to go bus stand. Kamala was wearing leggings and a salwar top. Even in that dress, she couldn't hide her beauty. I saw many staring at her figure. 

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The bus journey starts early morning at 4 am. It was a 3-hour ride to our destination. The bus was filled with a crowd. I was pushed away from my wife because of the crowd. There was another girl beside her, so I thought she would be safe. After 30-minute rides, there are more people getting on the bus. I looked at Kamala. She was typing a message, holding a seat with one hand. I guessed it was Mahesh. 15 minutes later, I saw she had a little uncomfortable reaction on her face. When I looked carefully young man standing behind her. And their bodies are rubbing each other. It looks like that guy takes advantage of the crowd. I took a step to go near her and pushed him away. But seeing another man touch my wife makes me hard. So I secretly watched what happened next. For the next 10 minutes, only he did was rub his crotch on her ass. But he was getting bolder little by little with his rub. Next, he did some unexpected. He put his hand on the side of her ass. First time only for a few seconds touch. Next time he didn't away his hand from her ass. She definitely felt his hand on her ass, but she didn't resist or look back. That makes him more bold, I guess. His hand stayed still on her hand for a few minutes. Then I saw he made a soft squeeze on her ass. She looked at him with the corner of her eye. But didn't say anything. Then she looked everywhere in the bus. I think she looked for me. Even though we are in few feet away, she couldn't see me. Because of the big guy beside me. Then she got busy with the phone again. I worried others would see what that man was doing. But luckily, others are in their own world. They are not interested in what happened around them. That guy's squeeze is getting harder. She moved a little away, but he also moved behind her. He raised her salwar top from behind to her waist slowly. Now her ass was visible to him through black leggings. His hand moves all around her ass while squeezing. His hand moved between her ass crack and went between her legs. He had a smile on her face. I think he could feel her wetness through her leggings and panties. His hand was still between her legs from behind. He leaned toward her ear and whispered something to her. She was twisting her body. This time, she pushed his hand and looked at him with anger. He went a little backward. But 5 minutes later, he started his action again. He couldn't do much because she got a seat at the next stop. I thought he would leave her alone after that. But he was standing beside her, and his crotch was rubbing on her shoulder. From the next town lot of people got down. So I could sit with her. When he found out she was with her husband, he was a little upset.

She let me sit on the window side seat. That guy is sitting in another row next to us. Sometimes later,  I saw him trying to chat with her with eye signals, but she ignored him. I saw him writing small notes on paper. She didn't take them. They fell under the seat. After a 30-minute ride bus stopped near a small hotel.  It was a 5.30 morning, but the sun had not risen yet. The bus was a long-distance traveling bus, so they must have been tired. The conductor informed us that the bus would leave after 20 minutes. Some people get down to have some snacks and tea. 

Me - Do you want anything?

Kamala - No. It's fine. But I need to use the bathroom. 

Me - should I come with you?

Kamala - No. It's ok. I will be fine.

When Kamala left, I looked for that guy, but he was already missing. He must be gone for tea. After that, I looked for those notes. I found two of them under the seat. 

'You're wet because of me, right. I can make you more wetter with my dick.'

'Your ass was so soft. want to fuck hard your ass.'

As I guess he has noticed her wetness. Thinking my wife got wet because of a stranger makes me excited. I know Mahesh has the talent to make her wet easily. Kamala agreed to meet him and chat with him only because I asked. But today she let another man to touch her ass. It feels like she was not the same woman I have been married to. I was in many thoughts and forgot about time. When I look at the time, I notice she was being late. I was worried she was in trouble. I got up to check for her. Then I saw she was getting on the bus. She looks nervous to look at my eyes. I couldn't understand her facial expression. She sat in my seat.

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Me - Is something wrong?

Kamala - No. Everything fine. Why did you ask?

Me - Because you look like in tension.

Kamla - I'm just a little tired.

I didn't see that guy getting on the bus. Maybe he got down before stopping the tea break. At 7 am, we arrived at the village. It was a small village. All relatives welcome us with a warm heart. After we arrived, Kamala changed into a saree because most ladies wear sarees in that village. We got busy with funeral work. Everyone is sad in reaction. Cremation was done at 1 pm, and almost everything was finished before 4 pm. We want to leave before night, But One uncle (Ganesh - 58) asked us to stay tonight. We couldn't refuse when he asked again and again. So we went to his house, and there were a few other relatives also staying. At night we all our male relatives joined to drink some local alcohol. We had a long chat while drinking.  Ganesh Uncle left saying have urgent. He didn't return for long. I also need to pee. So I went behind the house. I was a little drunk, but I saw Kamala peep into the store room that was separate from the main house. Slowly, I went a little closer to her. She was looking in with surprise. Then she quickly ran back to the house. I was curious what she had been peeping at. When I came close to the store room, I heard a woman's moaning sound from inside. And I was shocked to see Ganesh uncle fucking young women in the store room. That woman is none other than his own daughter-in-law. She must be the same age as Kamala. She was not as beautiful as Kamala, but she also had a nice body. He was fucking her hard with his age. And she was also moaning with pleasure. I knew he was a playboy in the village in young. But I never imagined he could fuck his own son's wife. 

He joined us to drink with us later, like nothing had happened. And his son is also with us. We had been drinking till 11 pm. The ladies are sleeping in the living room together with the kids. My wife didn't have nightclothes because we didn't plan to stay overnight. But Aunty has given her a normal nightie, Kamala. When alcohol finishes, everyone is completely drunk. Two of sleep in their vehicle. Two sleep chairs on the veranda. After another peeing, I also went inside. Ladies are already sleeping because of tired. I saw Kamala sleeping near to wall. And there was only a small space between her and the wall. So I slept near the door. I saw my uncle coming inside, but I was too sleepy to look where he was sleeping. Morning, Everyone was busy leaving. I saw Ganesh uncle and his daughter-in-law together. But they didn't show any sign of their afair. They act like a good father and daughter-in-law. On the other hand, my wife Kamala is a little embarrassed around Uncle. Maybe because she witnessed his hard fucking with his daughter-in-law. 

We return to our house before noon. Kamala hardly spoke a word throughout all journey. 

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