Misc. Erotica HOT WIFE RICHA

[manigopal]

 
My poor wife was seating uncomfortably in the taxi in a completely vulnerable position. Mr. Patil seemed to be determined to embarrass her to death as the taxi started making way through traffic. He fingered her clit and pussy for a couple of minutes and also twisted and pressed her breasts to get her excited. He even placed his fingers in her mouth and made her lick her juices. Richa continued to follow him without making much noise although she was completely aware that the driver knew something amiss. But as the taxi slowed down in the traffic Mr. Patil took it further.
 
“Mere hathon se apni chuchi dabaa (Press your breasts using my hands!)”, he instructed my wife loudly in Hindi which the taxi driver also heard. Richa lost her colours completely at this open humiliation and almost froze. But Mr. Patil pinched her clit to get her senses back and provided the same instructions again. Richa pleaded him with eyes that the driver could be hearing too but he simply laughed it off.
 
“Meri ungli daal apne chut mein…. Bahot khujli hoti hai na usme… (Comon, put my finger in your cunt…. Doesn’t it itch a lot?)” He continued embarrassing my wife in front of the taxi driver. The guy was deriving some unknown excitement by humiliating my beautiful wife in front of some unknown stranger. It was probably his way of showing superiority on beautiful woman like her.
 
My submissive wife, she didn’t oppose any further and started following his instructions. He was too pleased to be fingering Richa's cunt in a moving taxi and pressing her tits in between. Richa closed her eyes and surrendered and accepted her fate. It was soon getting dark outside and Richa's ordeal reduced a bit as no one from outside could at least see inside the taxi. She had already given up on the taxi driver as he probably had already known what a slut she was. Finally, they were reaching the destination after about 45 minutes-1 hour of constant abuse that she received from Mr. Patil. They left the taxi at a traffic junction to avoid being followed. Richa had no courage to look at the taxi driver when they left it and crossed the roads.
 
“Shall I leave for home?”, my wife asked her Master when she realized they were nearby his house. Mr. Patil squeezed her breasts openly and spoke, “Get lost”. Richa instantly walked away from there and got to a nearby bus stand. She thought about calling Ranabhir to check if she should return home. But since it was already over 8, she decided to head home and got into an auto. With the buttoned shirt and properly adjusted jeans, she looked like a demure working lady returning from office. But her ordeal was far from over for the day.
 
 
“Shall I leave for home?”, my wife asked her Master when she realized they were nearby his house. Mr. Patil squeezed her breasts openly and spoke, “Want to screw someone on the road? Get lost bitch!”. Richa instantly walked away from there and got to a nearby bus stand. She thought about calling Ranabhir to check if she should return home. But since it was already over 8, she decided to head home and got into an auto. With the buttoned shirt and properly adjusted jeans, she looked like a demure working lady returning from office. But her ordeal was far from over for the day as she received a phone call when she was getting down from the auto.
 
“Reached home honey?” I called up just to check if she had reached home. She’d messaged earlier that she was going to be late. So I thought of asking her if the adventures were over.
 
“Yes! Have you started?” my worked up wife asked impatiently.
 
“No! Sorry dear! I will come full.” I told her that I would come home post dinner and it would be another 2-3 hours.
 
“Hold on for a sec!”, my wife put my call on hold to answer a call from unknown number. She feared it could be Ranabhir who didn’t bother to call and check on her and still didn’t want to miss his call. I stayed on hold while she spoke on the other line.
 
“Hi Richa, have you reached home?”, the person from other side spoke.
 
“Yes, who is this though?” my wife asked immediately as she couldn’t recognize the voice and it didn’t sound like Ranabhir or Mr. Nagarkar or Mr. Patil either.
 
“Good! And is your husband going to be home soon or do we have some time?”, the guy continued.
 
“Hold on! Who is this?” my wife asked little infuriated now.
 
“Sandesh!”, the guy responded calmly. “Mr. Patil called me and gave your address. He said that since I stay in a nearby area; I could come over and complete where he stopped us in the office”. Richa at once stopped as she was walking towards our apartment. She looked around to check if someone was following her but noticed it was her regular surrounding. She checked her watch; it was just about 8:45 still couple of hours before I was going to be home.
 
“Hello! Richa maam… you still there?” Sandesh was speaking impatiently. He obviously didn’t want to miss the chance. But Richa wasn’t probably too entertained with the idea. The part of her was annoyed as Ranabhir didn’t call her and she was somewhat annoyed with Mr. Patil giving her address away to Sandesh. “I am getting another call”, she informed Sandesh and disconnected his call to resume talking to me.
 
“Was that Ranabhir?”, I asked her straight away.
 
“No”, she responded.
 
“Then?”, was my immediate follow up question.
 
“Nothing important! Listen, I’ve reached home. I am little tired and may sleep before you start. Please ring our base phone when you’re about to reach. Okay?”, my wife told me.
 
“Sure darling. I won’t bother for another 2-3 hours least. Take care!”, I replied to her and disconnected the phone to resume work. As soon as I disconnected Richa received call from Sandesh.
 
Sandesh: “Richa maam, you didn’t tell me if I can come over right now?” Richa was somewhat irritated; she couldn’t digest the fact that some office boy from Mr. Patil’s office was looking forward to bed her. The fatigue and stress probably took over and she blasted, “No. don’t you dare calling me again!”. Sandesh was somewhat stunned at her tone but he calmly responded, “Okay! I would let Patil Sir know!”. Richa disconnected the phone and opened the door and got inside. She relaxed on the sofa for a few minutes before heading to kitchen to drink some water and juice. She wondered whether she should cook something or order from outside but eventually decided eating some fresh fruits along with juice. She proceeded to the bedroom and dropped her clothes and moved into bathroom to take a quick shower. She finished it soon trying hard not to recollect the taxi incident and put on a short three fourth pant and a camisole. She checked her cell phone just in case someone had called and then moved to living room to turn on the television. It was about 9:30 in the clock. She brought herself an apple and orange and some juice and relaxed in front of the sofa. Just as she was flipping through channels and finished the apple, her cell phone rang again. It read “Ranabhir calling”.
 
“Hello!”, my wife answered in a meek voice.
 
“I don’t like Mr. Patil complaining”, Ranabhir spoke from the other side.
 
“I am sorry but I was really not comfortable…….” My wife tried to provide explanation and apologized for her no mistake.
 
“When is your hubby going to be home?”, Ranabhir cut her short.
 
“He will be late; not before midnight”, my wife provided the information obediently.
 
“Good! Open the door!”, Ranabhir disconnected the call and our doorbell rang.