Adultery Indian Couple in Rioting Threesome by iloveall

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Saying this I came out of the hotel after paying the bills. I saw that the scene was far from encouraging. I could see some persons running with lathis (long sticks) in their hands towards some persons who were trying to escape. I could see a security officer van at a distance. I told Sudhir and Rekha, "I think we must leave without delay. Things are not looking good."


We were staying a long distance away and were wondering how we would reach our house. All three of us took the road towards bus stand in the hope that we shall at least get a bus to reach home. No buses were running; auto rickshaws and taxis also went off the roads. Now we were genuinely worried. Sudhir's house was at least 12 kilometers away from where we were. We just did not know what to do. After failing to find any taxi, auto rickshaw etc., we decided to walk. There was no other alternative. However, barely after about two kilometers, Rekha declared she could not walk any more. We were in a fix.

Suddenly there was a huge uproar. A group of stick wielding rowdies came running. They were picking on persons of the other community. We saw at some distance a man being beaten mercilessly by the crowds. I was scared. It was easy to be the target of the violent group running in our direction.

In the group of people coming in our direction, one of the persons noticed us. He shouted something and three people advanced towards Rekha making vulgar gestures.

As soon as we realized this, we started running. Some of the persons in the group started chasing us. I immediately pulled both Sudhir and Rekha aside and asked them to run behind me to hide ourselves in a lane. However they caught us. The people appeared to be goons. One of them caught Rekha's hand started pulling her. Sudhir got scared and ran away to some distance and hid behind a building.

I could not control myself. I was in fit of rage. Without bothering about consequences, I went close to the boy, hit him with my feast. The boy did not expect this. He fell to the floor bleeding. Two of his mates started fighting with me. One of them hit me with a stick in the back. The other fellow caught me by the neck and hit me with his feast several times. They hit me on the back and below my waist with a stick. I had a deep scratch just below my navel and it started bleeding. I was stronger than both of them. I pushed one of them with great force. He stumbled on the pavement and hit a pole. Some other young men came up to fight with me.

I stood there with my chest bulging and eyes blazing. Now there were five persons surrounding me. I was no great fighter. But I was fit and strong. The boys surrounding me had sticks (called lathis) in their hands. They started hitting me. I snatched a lathi from the hands of one of the persons and was vehemently swinging it in all directions to good effect. Suddenly there was a bang in my head. I was out cold.

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I woke up feeling groggy. I opened my eyes and realized that it was late evening. My head was paining. I was unable to recollect the exact sequence of happenings. I remembered the bang in my head caused by a stick hitting my head with a force.

After that it was blank. I tried to get up. Suddenly a pair of delicate hands pushed me from behind to enable me to sit up in my bed. I looked behind me and saw Rekha Bhabhi supporting me from behind. Her hair was loose and flowing all over face and body in front and behind. She looked freshly bathed and lovingly fresh. She was wearing what appeared to be an old worn out night gown. The gown was almost half open from front. So many buttons were missing. With one hand she was holding the front partition of her gown trying to prevent exposing her body. It took no effort to realize that she was not wearing anything underneath.

"You have not completely recovered from your injury", said Rekha. "I am however glad to see that you have recovered quite well in the last two hours or so." She finished. I understood that I was in semiconscious state for more than an hour after I was hit by a rioter on the head. I mumbled something trying to convey that I am OK now. Sudhir was standing a corner of the room wearing a towel; looking out of the window. He turned to look at me hearing our conversation. He asked, "How are you feeling hero?" I was not in a position to answer his question. I again mumbled something meaning I was OK.