Misc. Erotica A Wife’s Revenge

[novelistcasanova]

The side room was small and poorly lit. A single tube light flickered on the ceiling. The walls were bare cement, stained in places. There was no furniture except a narrow wooden bench against one wall. The air smelled of cigarette smoke, cheap disinfectant, and old sweat.

Two young men stood waiting inside. Both were ugly — rough-skinned, with hard eyes and unwashed clothes. The moment the door closed behind us, one of them spoke in a flat, commanding voice.
“Both of you. Take off your clothes. Stand only in your underwears. Searching.”
I stared at him, shocked.
“No.”
The word came out immediately. The second man stepped forward, his face tightening with anger.
“What no? This is the rule. Everyone who wants to meet Ravi Anna gets searched properly. No exceptions.”
Before I could say anything more, the auto driver began undressing without protest. He unbuttoned his khaki shirt, pulled it off, and dropped it on the bench. Then he untied his lungi, let it fall, and stepped out of it. He stood in front of us wearing only a white banian and a pair of dirty dark blue underwear. His body was lean and dark. More than the two men who had given the order, it was the driver who was getting openly excited. The outline of his cock was already rising hard under the dirty dark blue underwear. His eyes stayed fixed on me with clear hunger, waiting to see me in only my bra and panties.
He turned to me, voice low but urgent, trying to convince me.
“Madam, take your clothes off. Stand only in your bra and panties. It is just the protocol here. Everyone who comes to meet Ravi Anna has to do this. Security reasons. Nothing else. Just remove the saree and blouse. It will be over quickly.”
I looked from the driver to the two ugly men. My heart was beating hard. I tried once more, keeping my voice calm but firm.
“I am just a housewife. I came only to see Ravi Anna and talk to him. That is all. There is no need for this.”
The first man shook his head at once.
“Doesn’t matter who you are. Anyone who wants to meet Ravi Anna gets searched. Everything. Now take the saree off.”
Both men stood watching me, waiting. The driver stood to the side in his white banian and dirty dark blue underwear, his excitement growing more obvious by the second, his eyes moving over my body in the purple saree with open, impatient hunger. He spoke again, softer this time, still trying to push me toward agreeing.
“Madam, listen to me. It is only protocol. If you refuse they will not let you go further. You came this far for a reason. Just do it.”
I stood there in my purple saree, the tube light flickering above, the cold purpose that had brought me all the way from Bangalore still sitting hard in my chest. I was thinking. Every step until now — the market, the driver’s hands on my ass, the long dark ride, the fear — had been for one reason only. If this search was the final door standing between me and Market Ravi, I had to decide whether I was willing to open it. The two men waited. The driver waited, already hard, already imagining me in only my bra and panties. The room felt smaller with every second that passed.


I stood in the small, flickering room and made the decision.
My hands moved to the edge of my purple saree. Inside my head I spoke to my husband, quietly and clearly, while my fingers began working on the cloth.
Ram, forgive me.
I am removing my clothes in front of these three men for you.
I am doing this so I can reach Market Ravi.
I am doing this so I can have that bastard Santosh killed and settle the score for everything he did to you.
I still see you sitting on our bedroom floor crying. I still see the way you stopped eating properly, the way you stopped sleeping, the way our house lost all its happiness because of him.
This shame is for you.
I will always be your wife. Nothing that happens in this room changes that.
But I will make Santosh pay with his life.
I pulled the pallu of my purple saree away from my shoulder. The soft material slid across my upper body as I began unwrapping it. I turned slowly, freeing the pleats from around my waist one by one. The purple saree loosened and came away in long folds. All three men watched without blinking. The two ugly young men stood completely still, their mouths slightly open, eyes following every movement of the cloth. The auto driver in his white banian and dirty dark blue underwear was already breathing harder through his mouth. The outline of his cock had risen fully hard, tenting the dark blue fabric heavily as he stared.
I folded the purple saree roughly into a bundle and placed it on the narrow wooden bench. Now I stood in only my purple blouse, my petticoat, my bra and my panties. I reached both hands behind my back and began opening the hooks of the blouse one by one. Each hook released with a small, clear sound in the quiet room. The purple blouse loosened across my chest. I slid it off my shoulders and down my arms, then dropped it on top of the folded saree. My heavy breasts were now covered only by my white bra. The moment the blouse left my body, a thick, hungry silence filled the small room. All three men stared at the full, round shape of my breasts straining against the white bra, at the deep line of my cleavage, at the way my breasts moved slightly with my breathing.
I untied the string of my petticoat at the waist. The knot came free. The petticoat loosened and I let it fall in a soft heap around my ankles. I stepped out of it carefully, one foot and then the other, and kicked it aside with my sandal. Now I stood in the centre of the room wearing only my white bra and white panties. The flickering tube light moved over my bare stomach, the neat curve of my waist, the clean skin of my thighs, and the simple lines of the white underwear that still covered me.
The three men went crazy.
The two ugly men shifted hard on their feet. Their eyes locked onto my breasts and then dropped to the way my white panties sat snugly on my hips and between my thighs. Clear, thick boners rose under their trousers and lungis, pushing outward without any attempt to hide. One of them swallowed loudly. The other wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
The auto driver looked the most undone of all — and the most possessive. His mouth had fallen slightly open. His cock jerked visibly inside the dirty dark blue underwear, the hard shape straining against the fabric. But along with the raw hunger in his eyes there was a clear, jealous tension. Without a word he stepped forward, put both of his arms around my bare waist, and pulled my body tightly against his. He then took my wrists and lifted both of my arms up, placing my hands behind his neck so that my white-bra-covered breasts were pressed flat against his white banian. His fully hard cock in the dirty dark blue underwear pushed thick and hot against my lower stomach. He held me in that close embrace, using his own body to block the two men’s view of me. He was too excited — his breathing came rough and uneven against the side of my face — yet his voice came out low and fierce as he spoke to the other two men over my shoulder.
“Nobody touches her. She is with me. You will not put your hands on her.”
He kept both arms firmly around my waist, holding my body pressed to his, while my arms stayed around his neck. His hard cock continued to throb against my stomach through the thin underwear. The two men made low, annoyed sounds at being blocked, but the driver did not loosen his hold or step aside. He stayed pressed against me, possessive and openly aroused, as if I already belonged to him.
I kept my face calm even as my white-bra-covered breasts stayed crushed against his chest and his hard cock remained pressed against my stomach. The cold purpose inside me had not moved even an inch. I had crossed one more door. Market Ravi was closer than ever. Everything I had given so far — every touch I had tolerated, every crude word, every kilometre of dark road — had brought me to this moment. I would not stop.


I stood in the small, flickering room and made the decision.
My hands moved to the edge of my purple saree. Inside my head I spoke to my husband, quietly and clearly, while my fingers began working on the cloth.
Ram, forgive me.
I am removing my clothes in front of these three men for you.
I am doing this so I can reach Market Ravi.
I am doing this so I can have that bastard Santosh killed and settle the score for everything he did to you.
I still see you sitting on our bedroom floor crying. I still see the way you stopped eating properly, the way you stopped sleeping, the way our house lost all its happiness because of him.
This shame is for you.
I will always be your wife. Nothing that happens in this room changes that.
But I will make Santosh pay with his life.
I pulled the pallu of my purple saree away from my shoulder. The soft material slid across my upper body as I began unwrapping it. I turned slowly, freeing the pleats from around my waist one by one. The purple saree loosened and came away in long folds. All three men watched without blinking. The two ugly young men stood completely still, their mouths slightly open, eyes following every movement of the cloth. The auto driver in his white banian and dirty dark blue underwear was already breathing harder through his mouth. The outline of his cock had risen fully hard, tenting the dark blue fabric heavily as he stared.
I folded the purple saree roughly into a bundle and placed it on the narrow wooden bench. Now I stood in only my purple blouse, my petticoat, my bra and my panties. I reached both hands behind my back and began opening the hooks of the blouse one by one. Each hook released with a small, clear sound in the quiet room. The purple blouse loosened across my chest. I slid it off my shoulders and down my arms, then dropped it on top of the folded saree. My heavy breasts were now covered only by my white bra. The moment the blouse left my body, a thick, hungry silence filled the small room. All three men stared at the full, round shape of my breasts straining against the white bra, at the deep line of my cleavage, at the way my breasts moved slightly with my breathing.
I untied the string of my petticoat at the waist. The knot came free. The petticoat loosened and I let it fall in a soft heap around my ankles. I stepped out of it carefully, one foot and then the other, and kicked it aside with my sandal. Now I stood in the centre of the room wearing only my white bra and white panties. The flickering tube light moved over my bare stomach, the neat curve of my waist, the clean skin of my thighs, and the simple lines of the white underwear that still covered me.
The three men went crazy.
The two ugly men shifted hard on their feet. Their eyes locked onto my breasts and then dropped to the way my white panties sat snugly on my hips and between my thighs. Clear, thick boners rose under their trousers and lungis, pushing outward without any attempt to hide. One of them swallowed loudly. The other wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
The auto driver looked the most undone of all — and the most possessive. He was exactly my height, so when he stepped forward our bodies lined up directly. Without a word he put both of his arms around my bare waist and pulled me tightly against him. He took my wrists and lifted both of my arms up, placing my hands behind his neck so that my white-bra-covered breasts were pressed flat against his white banian. Because we were the same height, his fully hard cock strained so strongly that the dirty dark blue underwear was pulled into a sharp V-shape. The thick head of his cock had slipped out through the right leg hole of the underwear and was now rubbing directly against my inner thighs and over the front of my white panties, the hot bare skin of his cock sliding against the thin cloth covering my pussy.
He held me in that close embrace, using his own body to block the two men’s view of me. He was too excited and he could not stop talking. His breathing was already rough against the side of my face. Every time the bare head of his cock rubbed over my white panties he had to pause and control himself hard.
“Nobody touches her. She is with me. You two stay back.”
His hips jerked forward once involuntarily, dragging the exposed head of his cock firmly across my pussy through the panties. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay still, clearly trying not to cum.
“Madam, don’t worry… I won’t let them come near you. You are safe with me.”
His cock throbbed hard between my thighs, the bare tip leaving a wet smear on my white panties. A low, strained sound escaped his throat. He was breathing faster, fighting the urge to push harder against me.
“These bastards are looking at you too much… I don’t like it.”
He pressed his forehead briefly against the side of my head, eyes half-closed, struggling to hold back. His arms tightened around my waist as another strong pulse ran through his cock. The V-shape of his underwear stretched even tighter.
“Your body is pressed against me properly now… they can’t see anything.”
His voice had become thicker and uneven. He was fully hard and leaking, the wet heat of his cock head noticeable every time it rubbed over my pussy through the thin white panties. He kept talking only to distract himself from cumming.
“Just stay like this… I will handle them.”
He continued holding me tightly, my arms still around his neck, the bare head of his cock still rubbing between my inner thighs and directly over my pussy through my white panties with every small breath he took. The two men made low, annoyed sounds at being blocked, but the driver did not loosen his hold or step aside. He stayed pressed against me, talking continuously between strained breaths, possessive and openly fighting the desperate need to cum inside his underwear, as if I already belonged to him.
I kept my face calm even as my white-bra-covered breasts stayed crushed against his chest and the hot, exposed head of his cock kept rubbing over my white panties. The cold purpose inside me had not moved even an inch. I had crossed one more door. Market Ravi was closer than ever. Everything I had given so far — every touch I had tolerated, every crude word, every kilometre of dark road — had brought me to this moment. I would not stop.
I whispered close to the driver’s ear, my voice low and controlled even while the bare head of his cock continued rubbing thick and hot over the front of my white panties.
“You are too excited. Break the hug. Let go.”
He shook his head at once, arms tightening around my bare waist instead of loosening. His cock twitched hard between my thighs.
“No. I don’t want them to see you like this… only in bra and panties. Stay against me. Let me cover you.”
Before he could finish the sentence, the two ugly men lost all patience. They stepped forward together and shoved him hard with both hands. His arms were torn away from my body. He stumbled sideways and almost fell, one hand frantically trying to push his cock back inside the dirty dark blue underwear that was still stretched in a deep V-shape.
The first man came straight at me. His rough right hand shot between my legs and grabbed my pussy hard over the thin white panties. His fingers dug in, squeezing the soft mound and the lips beneath the cloth with full strength. Pain and a shocked jolt of sensation shot upward through my stomach. At the same moment the second man moved behind me, reached around with both hands, and seized my heavy breasts through the white bra. He squeezed them brutally, pressing his fingers deep into the full flesh, lifting and crushing them together.
I cried out.