12-10-2019, 03:56 PM
The man behind must have got terribly aroused, as he suddenly put both his hands on my wife, Preeti's large buttocks and pretended to balance himself. Preeti was shocked, but again being a very meek and timid lady, did not object. The ugly man kept his hands on her buttocks, still, for a moment, and then pushed his hands further to the front of Preeti. Finally his hands were on her blouse. He cupped my Preeti's breasts and began relishing their lovely softness. My shy wife was helpless, as he himself pretended, as if he was being crushed in the crowd. As she was sandwiched between the two huge guys, no one was able to see, what the ugly man was foing to my wife - except the huge man in front of her. Then he very gently rubbed her nipples over her blouse with one finger. Preeti tried to get away from him, but could not, as she was tightly sandwiched. After almost five minutes of doing that, he moved his hand over the exposed area of her waist. After keeping his hands still for sometime on her waist, he moved them further down, till it was on the folds of her saree. Preeti looked very frightened. She obviously did not wish to make a scene, hence was silently struggling to try and get away from this beast, a bit. But she still could not even move an inch. Suddenly, when the bus jumped on a pot-hole, the man took advantage and pushed one of his hands, deep into the space between her saree and her belly ! My wife, Preeti was shocked and speechless. She probably did not even have enough time to realize what was happening, as this man quickly pushed his hand deep down into her saree, almost up to her crotch, with one forceful push.
My wife, Preeti mumbled. Being a bashful woman, she must have realized, that she couldn't shout and attract attention, with this man's hand deep into her body, under her saree. It would be too embarrassing in public. She tried to wriggle out, but the man just kept his hand inside. My wife, Preeti's face was distorted due to the effort she was putting, in trying to free herself and also due to her fear, that people may see the man's hand over her crotch, under her saree. She probably wished to be careful not to draw other people's attention to what was happening. My wife brought one of her hands down and tried to pull out this man's hand from her saree. She kept wriggling. The ugly man bent down and whispered something in her ears. Probably he must have threatened her, or asked her to stop struggling ! Again the man gave one hard push downwards, and she stopped still for a moment. Preeti's eyes closed tight as if in pain and her hands tightly gripped this man's hands. Though my wife couldn't see the ugly man's face, he could see my wife's face. Seeing Preeti's reaction, I could see he had begun to move his hands under her saree. I watched as the portion of her saree between her legs was sometimes moving up and down and sometimes in and out ! I was now sure that the ugly man was stroking his fingers, in and out of my lovely wife's very hairy vagina !
Surprisingly watching this scene un-fold, I could feel my cock stir. I was feeling guilty at being aroused on seeing my wife being molested in the bus, but I couldn't help my reactions. For a few seconds my wife's eyes remained closed and her teeth were clenched tight. Suddenly she opened her eyes, as if she realized something. She looked around. Perhaps searching for me. Her eyes locked into mine ....... pleadingly, as if asking me to help her. I pretended that I did not know what was happening to her ! She tried again, to gesture with her eyes, trying to draw my attention to the man's hands thrusting and manipulating her vagina, under her saree. But, I still pretended and gestured back, as if telling herself to balance properly, so as not to fall down on the bumpy ride ! Now she was in a predicament. Her only source of help, was not understanding her situation. She got very tensed and worried.
If I was not so turned on, I would have whacked the daylights out of this man. I was feeling sorry for my wife, but also aroused at the same time. My arousal won over my guilt and shame. I kept watching. The ugly man bent down over my petit wife's shoulders, as if to reach further below with his hands. His hands definitely had an in and out movement inside her saree, as my wife struggled helplessly to free herself. He probably understood that my Preeti was not going to create a scene and draw attention. He grew bolder and placed his other hand on my wife's breast. I was certain his fingers were certainly inside my wife's vagina. Whenever my wife would use all her force to pull out his hand, he would push it harder in, freezing my wife, most likely in pain, or the shock. My cock was becoming painfully erect.
Slowly, he increased the pace of the movement of his hand and my wife was unable to struggle. With the other hand, the man started to squeeze my wife's breasts too, which made my Preeti go weak. Preeti began squirming. She let loose her grip on his hands, as she was unable to even stand properly. The man was now moving his groin against Preeti's soft buttocks, as if he were fucking her from behind. She was too weak to struggle. She just stood motionless. In-fact her body was falling backward on the man, for support. The man looked around again to see if anyone was watching, apart from the guy in-front of him. His head was still, but his hands in my wife's vagina, were moving fast. No one could make that out, because of the bumpy bus ride and almost all other passengers were sleeping too.
As the ugly man kept moving his fingers in and out of my wife's vagina, my wife was probably getting aroused too ! She accepted the fact, that she had to allow the ugly man to do whatever he was doing to her. So, she simply reclined her head on his chest. The man was now very emboldened, certain that she wont scream or shout. He withdrew his other hand from her blouse and reached for her saree. He again whispered something in her ears. He bent a bit and held the bottom part of her saree and slowly began to pull it up, exposing my wife's legs. She was alarmed and started silently struggling. But, he pulled it up further, exposing her thighs now. Realizing what was happening, my wife looked frightened. But the man held the saree in between her buttocks and his own crotch. The man in front of her could clearly see, what the ugly man was doing to my wife. My shy wife also understood that the man in front of her knew what was happening between her and the ugly man. She cast her eyes down. The huge man in front, now extended his free hand and cupped my wife's breasts. He fondled and squeezed her breasts, hard. It was enough to freeze her. My wife was simply too nervous and tense, to say or do anything. From above, her saree looked normal. But if one looked further below, one could see her saree had been pulled up to her buttocks, exposing her thighs and even a bit of her buttocks. I couldn't imagine in my wildest dreams, my wife semi-naked like this, in a bus and being fingered by a stranger, an ugly mean looking stranger and also having her breasts squeezed by a second man. I had a raging hard on.
The ugly man then deftly un-buttoned his pajama and brought out his cock ! My eyes popped out. His cock was massive. It looked like a wild animal ! He pointed it towards my wife Preeti's buttocks. No ! I couldn't believe it. My beautiful wife's fleshy and very hairy cunt, was for my personal pleasure. How could he do this ? Was he really going to penetrate my wife's hairy and beautiful cunt, right in middle of the bus ? My wife had no idea what to expect, as she was facing away from him. Not wanting to take any risk regarding my wife's reaction, he waited for the bus to go over a big bump, before he did anything more. He didn't have to wait for long. As the bus rocked from side to side, while going over a rough patch on the road, he took advantage of the situation and pretended to fall over her and in the process pushed his cock into my wife's vagina. It didn't go in, during the first attempt, but it made my wife panic. Her eyes opened wide. She was frantic. She pleadingly whispered something back to him. I think she may have told him that she was a housewife and may have asked him not to push his cock into her cunt ! She probably did not mind being fondled, but now she understood that the man behind her was going to fuck her vagina. She started struggling again and urgently gestured to me with her eyes. Again I pretended to not understand and gestured back for her to stand-still. Before she could protest verbally, the bus went over another bump. The ugly man pretended to fall on her again and this time, with one forceful thrust, he managed to push all of his huge and thick cock, deep into her tight and hairy cunt. My wife Preeti's eyes opened very wide with shock and fear, when she felt his mammoth cock forcing its way through her tight little cunt. Oh what a sight ! My wife being fucked right in the middle of a packed bus !
My wife, Preeti mumbled. Being a bashful woman, she must have realized, that she couldn't shout and attract attention, with this man's hand deep into her body, under her saree. It would be too embarrassing in public. She tried to wriggle out, but the man just kept his hand inside. My wife, Preeti's face was distorted due to the effort she was putting, in trying to free herself and also due to her fear, that people may see the man's hand over her crotch, under her saree. She probably wished to be careful not to draw other people's attention to what was happening. My wife brought one of her hands down and tried to pull out this man's hand from her saree. She kept wriggling. The ugly man bent down and whispered something in her ears. Probably he must have threatened her, or asked her to stop struggling ! Again the man gave one hard push downwards, and she stopped still for a moment. Preeti's eyes closed tight as if in pain and her hands tightly gripped this man's hands. Though my wife couldn't see the ugly man's face, he could see my wife's face. Seeing Preeti's reaction, I could see he had begun to move his hands under her saree. I watched as the portion of her saree between her legs was sometimes moving up and down and sometimes in and out ! I was now sure that the ugly man was stroking his fingers, in and out of my lovely wife's very hairy vagina !
Surprisingly watching this scene un-fold, I could feel my cock stir. I was feeling guilty at being aroused on seeing my wife being molested in the bus, but I couldn't help my reactions. For a few seconds my wife's eyes remained closed and her teeth were clenched tight. Suddenly she opened her eyes, as if she realized something. She looked around. Perhaps searching for me. Her eyes locked into mine ....... pleadingly, as if asking me to help her. I pretended that I did not know what was happening to her ! She tried again, to gesture with her eyes, trying to draw my attention to the man's hands thrusting and manipulating her vagina, under her saree. But, I still pretended and gestured back, as if telling herself to balance properly, so as not to fall down on the bumpy ride ! Now she was in a predicament. Her only source of help, was not understanding her situation. She got very tensed and worried.
If I was not so turned on, I would have whacked the daylights out of this man. I was feeling sorry for my wife, but also aroused at the same time. My arousal won over my guilt and shame. I kept watching. The ugly man bent down over my petit wife's shoulders, as if to reach further below with his hands. His hands definitely had an in and out movement inside her saree, as my wife struggled helplessly to free herself. He probably understood that my Preeti was not going to create a scene and draw attention. He grew bolder and placed his other hand on my wife's breast. I was certain his fingers were certainly inside my wife's vagina. Whenever my wife would use all her force to pull out his hand, he would push it harder in, freezing my wife, most likely in pain, or the shock. My cock was becoming painfully erect.
Slowly, he increased the pace of the movement of his hand and my wife was unable to struggle. With the other hand, the man started to squeeze my wife's breasts too, which made my Preeti go weak. Preeti began squirming. She let loose her grip on his hands, as she was unable to even stand properly. The man was now moving his groin against Preeti's soft buttocks, as if he were fucking her from behind. She was too weak to struggle. She just stood motionless. In-fact her body was falling backward on the man, for support. The man looked around again to see if anyone was watching, apart from the guy in-front of him. His head was still, but his hands in my wife's vagina, were moving fast. No one could make that out, because of the bumpy bus ride and almost all other passengers were sleeping too.
As the ugly man kept moving his fingers in and out of my wife's vagina, my wife was probably getting aroused too ! She accepted the fact, that she had to allow the ugly man to do whatever he was doing to her. So, she simply reclined her head on his chest. The man was now very emboldened, certain that she wont scream or shout. He withdrew his other hand from her blouse and reached for her saree. He again whispered something in her ears. He bent a bit and held the bottom part of her saree and slowly began to pull it up, exposing my wife's legs. She was alarmed and started silently struggling. But, he pulled it up further, exposing her thighs now. Realizing what was happening, my wife looked frightened. But the man held the saree in between her buttocks and his own crotch. The man in front of her could clearly see, what the ugly man was doing to my wife. My shy wife also understood that the man in front of her knew what was happening between her and the ugly man. She cast her eyes down. The huge man in front, now extended his free hand and cupped my wife's breasts. He fondled and squeezed her breasts, hard. It was enough to freeze her. My wife was simply too nervous and tense, to say or do anything. From above, her saree looked normal. But if one looked further below, one could see her saree had been pulled up to her buttocks, exposing her thighs and even a bit of her buttocks. I couldn't imagine in my wildest dreams, my wife semi-naked like this, in a bus and being fingered by a stranger, an ugly mean looking stranger and also having her breasts squeezed by a second man. I had a raging hard on.
The ugly man then deftly un-buttoned his pajama and brought out his cock ! My eyes popped out. His cock was massive. It looked like a wild animal ! He pointed it towards my wife Preeti's buttocks. No ! I couldn't believe it. My beautiful wife's fleshy and very hairy cunt, was for my personal pleasure. How could he do this ? Was he really going to penetrate my wife's hairy and beautiful cunt, right in middle of the bus ? My wife had no idea what to expect, as she was facing away from him. Not wanting to take any risk regarding my wife's reaction, he waited for the bus to go over a big bump, before he did anything more. He didn't have to wait for long. As the bus rocked from side to side, while going over a rough patch on the road, he took advantage of the situation and pretended to fall over her and in the process pushed his cock into my wife's vagina. It didn't go in, during the first attempt, but it made my wife panic. Her eyes opened wide. She was frantic. She pleadingly whispered something back to him. I think she may have told him that she was a housewife and may have asked him not to push his cock into her cunt ! She probably did not mind being fondled, but now she understood that the man behind her was going to fuck her vagina. She started struggling again and urgently gestured to me with her eyes. Again I pretended to not understand and gestured back for her to stand-still. Before she could protest verbally, the bus went over another bump. The ugly man pretended to fall on her again and this time, with one forceful thrust, he managed to push all of his huge and thick cock, deep into her tight and hairy cunt. My wife Preeti's eyes opened very wide with shock and fear, when she felt his mammoth cock forcing its way through her tight little cunt. Oh what a sight ! My wife being fucked right in the middle of a packed bus !
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