I am 36 years old, married for 18 years now. I have a 16-year-old
daughter. My husband is a 44-year-old General Manager in a private
firm in Kolkata. I too work in a bank just to pass time, as I do not
like to stay at home. Due to regular aerobics at the gym I have a good
body. I have a 36C bust, a 28 waist and a perfectly round 36 ass.
My husband says that men stare at my ass anywhere I go. It does make a
big curve when viewed sideways. Also the biggest asset I have that
distinguishes me from most Indian women is my height. I stand at 5.7".
I have dark brown, long hair coming all the way up to my hips, which
are always tied up in traditional Indian style. I have a very fair
skin making make-up unnecessary for me, though I do put on some
lipstick.
The incident I want to narrate happened about a year back.
We had moved to Kolkata only some 6 months back from the firm's Mumbai
office. Our house was a good 20-25 minutes from our offices. Being new
in the city, my husband always used to send the car along with the
driver to drop and receive me from my office. Being an inspection
officer my husband used to travel a lot within West Bengal. During
those days I used to travel by auto-rickshaw. My daughter, who was 15
then, went to school with her friend in her car. It was Christmas Eve.
My daughter, Kiran, had gone to Mumbai to my brother's place as her
school was closed. My husband had to go to Shiliguri for an
inspection.
So I had to travel by auto-rickshaw. It was around closing time in the
office when I got the news that the auto-rickshaw union had gone on a
sudden strike. So I enquired about the bus number with a peon and went
to the bus stop. Unfortunately for me, my only friend in the office,
Radha Sen was on a leave. So I had to travel alone to my house in a
bus. Being used to the BEST buses in Mumbai, I found the buses here
too dirty and too bad to travel in. I had never traveled by a bus in
Kolkata.
As I waited for the bus, I had to leave 5 buses, as they were packed
to the hilt. But due to that it was almost 6:00 PM and I was at the
bus stop for more than an hour. It was getting dark and cold. So I
decided to get into the next bus, no matter what the crowd was. As it
turned out, the next bus was really more crowded than a few I had
left. There were men hanging off the door. I was the only one to get
into the bus. Looking at me the men in the doorway got down to let me
in. I saw a few of them checking me out. As I got into the bus with
great difficulty I felt a few bodies brush against mine. I
accidentally brushed against the crotch of an elderly man standing
near the door. As I lost my balance slightly, my hand got caught a bit
in his kurta. "What am I doing!" I said to myself, as I mumbled a
sorry to the person. As I walked ahead, I felt a few hands brush
against my thighs and ass. Luckily for me, a couple of ladies
accommodated me between them.
The bus was in a very bad condition. There were only a couple of
lights at the two doors, and the bus was running at a snail's pace.
The speed at which the bus was running, I knew the usual 20-minute
journey would take me 30-35 minutes at least. As I tried to look
around in the bus, it seemed as if we were the only three women in the
overcrowded bus. As I rested my hip on a seat handle to my right, I
accidentally rested on a hand. So I stood upright again and looked
down to apologize to the person. As it was getting dark I could not
see his face clearly. But the person looked at me in the eye and
grinned widely. It was clear that he enjoyed the feel of my ass. Even
as I was looking at him, he nudged his partner and whispered something
in his ears. The other person too looked at me and then both seemed to
look at my breasts under the sari. I tried to turn away slightly, but
could not do so.
Just at that time, the woman standing behind me got down at the next
stop. The lady in front of me was a young girl of about 20-22. The
dress she wore indicated that she was from a lower middle class
background. She was at least 3-4 inches shorter than me and very
skinny. As I turned around to see who was now standing behind me, it
was the same man whom I had brushed accidentally at the door. As the
bus ran slowly, I felt a hand on my ass. It was definitely the same
guy's wrist on my ass.
"I did it accidentally, so can he, I thought.
But as time passed, the wrist stayed there. Then something pressed
against my ass-cheek. I looked back with some difficulty at the same
person. He looked back at me plainly as if nothing was going on.
"I'll have to bear this for some time, I said to myself.
But with no further resistance from me, the hand turned around and now
his palms were on my ass. Staying that way for some time, the hand
started moving slowly all over my ass-cheeks. I gripped the vertical
bar firmly, my left hand held my purse tightly. Soon the person had
both his hands squeezing and massaging my rear. I looked around with
the hope that someone would stop my harassment. But as I looked to my
left, one person was asleep and another was wearing the dark glasses
worn by blind men. So I presumed that he was blind. As I turned my
head right, the two men were still staring at my exposed belly and
blouse-covered boobs intently.
Just then, the person who was standing right behind me started tracing
my panty with his fingers. This made me close my eyes, as I remembered
my husband. This made the two sitting horny men looking at me to see
what was happening to me. The little hope I had disappeared when the
two men looked at the hands running along my panty-lines, and started
giggling.
"God help me! I screamed in my head.
But deep down I knew I was trapped. I knew most men in the bus would
be the same as the ones sitting beside me to my right. So I slowly
nudged at the girl standing in front of me. She turned around with
some difficulty. I looked at her in the eyes. My eyes were moist
looking at her. I turned my eyes pointing towards the man behind me.
She got the message I wanted her to know. But to my shock, she turned
around and even moved forward slightly, distancing herself from me. I
knew she did not want to get involved in this.
As I was wearing a chiffon sari, he could easily grip my panty elastic
over my ass cheeks with 3 fingers of each hand. I cursed myself for
wearing a bikini panty that day. Because of this, as he pulled my
panty elastic upwards, it caused the small fabric to bunch up in my
ass-crack. Now I was as good as naked under my petticoat for his
hands. He frenetically massaged my bare ass for some time. Just then I
almost gasped with shock as the man put his bare hands on my bare
waist from both sides. My grip on the handle tightened as his palms
started running over my flat belly. Very soon he was circling my belly
button.
I kept as much a straight face as possible. My heart skipped a beat
when he ran his fingers along the waistline of my sari.
"Please don't do that, the whole sari would come off if he tries to
"enter my petticoat, I pleaded silently.
Thankfully he too changed his mind. But soon I knew he was headed for
the place every Indian man dies for. Very soon his hands were palming
my breasts. As he squeezed and mauled my boobs, I felt a third hand on
my right thigh.
I looked down. To my shock, it was the man sitting on my right. He had
his hand running up and down my thigh and the other hand seemed to be
moving rhythmically. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized
it was his erect dick in his hand. Indeed he and his partner were
masturbating looking at me.
Soon the hands on my breasts moved away slightly. But they came back
again searching for my nipples over the blouse. As his thumb and first
two fingers started pinching my nipples, making them hard and taut. He
pinched my nipples so hard that I had to bite my lips to stop from
screaming. Tears rolled on my cheeks due to the pain. The bastard
tried to outrage me further by trying to slip the sari off my
shoulders. But thankfully, I had the sari pinned to my shoulder.
At the same time, the shagging man put his hand below my knee and
started to pull up my sari.
"Why didn't I wear a formal dress today I cursed myself.
Luckily the way I was standing, he could expose my legs only up to my
knees. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not realize that
although he could not pull up my sari, his hands definitely could. The
man behind me grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back.
This made me lose my balance as I lost the grip of the handle I was
holding. As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection on my
ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the same height as me. He now
smelled my hair with deep breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it
forward.
By now the sitting person had his hand under the sari on my bare inner
thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimeters from my crotch. He
stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit over the panty. This
made me weak in my knees and I also lost my grip on my purse, making
it fall to the floor. He started caressing my cunt over the panty. He
even tugged my underwear into my cunt, moving his finger around
slightly. My body started to respond to his touch, as my cunt stared
to get wet. But then the hand withdrew.
The hand then caught hold of my hand. So I looked to find what he
wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock
head, as his other hand frantically shagged it. Before I could realize
what was happening, he released his load on my fingers. He then guided
my hand to my face. He wanted me to lick it. But I turned away, making
him wipe his sticky semen on my cheeks. I tried to wipe it with my
shoulders.
At this time I was a couple of stops away from my house. So I decided
to get out of this by getting down a stop early and walk home from
there. So I shrugged off the two men and rushed to the back door, and
got down on the next stop. It was 10 minutes' walk to my house from
there. But the sight of the Ticket Checker (TC) greeted me. The sight
of this man reminded me that I forgot to pick up my purse in the bus
and my ticket was in my purse.
"Where is your ticket madam? he asked in Bengali.
I replied in English saying I lost it in the bus.
Even as he was listening, his eyes were traveling all over my body. I
read his name batch. It had Mr. R.A.Singh written on it. I asked him
whether he spoke any Hindi. As he nodded I explained it to him that it
was due to the heavy rush, but he did not take my reason and asked why
then did I get down one stop early. This question left me silent. He
asked me for the fine. I reminded him that I did not have the purse
and offered to pay him taking him to the house, which was only 10
minutes away.
He thought for some time, and looked at his watch. It was about 6:45
p.m. and was totally dark and really cold. He said he couldn't do that
and would have to take me to the nearby police station, and that
someone from the house had to come and pay for me. But I explained to
him that I was alone at my house and also new in the city and so did
not know too many people too well. He got lost in thought for some
time. Then he looked at me and said then I would have to stay in the
lock-up till someone paid for me.
I pleaded him to come to my house and collect the fine. He thought for
some time, looked around sneakily and then agreed to my offer. He
called a guy from the driver's cabin and him to do the job and said
that he will meet them in the depot after collecting the fine. So we
started to walk. In the way we had to pass through a long lane that
had a land under dispute on one side and the backside of a big college
campus on the other. This road was a parallel road to a main road and
so was only used by a few private cars.
We were walking side by side. I kept thinking about the money I lost
in the purse and also that the perverts had my identity card. As I
kept walking thinking about the incident, I saw with the corner of my
eye that the TC was glancing at me lustfully. This made my heart beat
very fast. Also the road was lonely. Seeing no car in the lane, he
grabbed my hand and said –
"I'll give you an offer. Let's go to the station or you do as I say. I
"don't want to waste my energy in fighting you. It's your choice baby.
I looked at the time. It was 7:00 p.m.
"There will be many people around the building, I thought, watching me
"with this man, they will ask me awkward questions. What if the cops
"drop me in their car? They may even talk things.
"Come on bitch, I cannot wait forever, he said harshly, bringing me
"out of my thoughts.
I looked ahead and behind on the road. There wasn't a soul present. I
looked down to the ground and nodded shyly. He immediately grabbed me
and started walking briskly.
"Where are you taking me? I asked.
He seemed to ignore me and continued to walk. As we reached a small
opening in the wall of the empty plot, he pointed me to enter the dark
plot. As I was entering the narrow opening, I felt his hands on my
ass. Once inside the plot, I looked around. It was totally empty, with
about 2 feet of grass covering. There were no lights inside the plot.
The only light was that from the streetlights. The plot was fairly
large. About 200 meters long and more than 300-400 meters deep from
the street.
He pulled me towards the center of the plot, and then left my hand. As
I rubbed my hand to relieve the soreness, he removed his own shirt and
vest. He had a really hairy chest.
"I don't want to hear a single word from you. Do you understand? he
"said.
I nodded. He signaled me to get down on my knees in front of him. So I
positioned myself inches from his zipper. He then proceeded to slip
down his trousers. He wore the traditional Indian underwear. His dick
was really standing in the loose underwear. He untied the knot of the
thread and let it drop to his ankles. He was not really long. Maybe 6
inches. He caught my hair and pulled my head towards it. So I opened
my mouth and let it enter my oral cavity. As he kept running his hand
through my long tied up hair, I kept sucking on his tool, holding it
at the base with my hands. I was feeling really cold. When he put his
hand on my shoulder, he found the safety pin holding onto my chiffon
sari. He removed it promptly.
After about 5 minutes of sucking, he stopped me. He took me to a
corner of the plot. He was only in his shoes and socks. I was carrying
his clothes. As we reached a corner, he pushed me to the wall. Then he
pulled off my sari from my shoulders. My blouse always has a
tantalizing neckline, ending just at the start of my cleavage (this is
the way my husband likes it).
He looked really desperate. He stared at my breasts for some time, as
they heaved up and down due to my heavy breathing. He suddenly put
three fingers of each hand on the blouse and ripped it open. I always
wore black bras. He pulled my blouse down to my elbows. This caused my
hands to be restricted in their movement. He launched himself on my
boobs, squeezing and cupping them wildly. He especially liked to push
my boobs inwards and then lick my cleavage. He even bit my nipples
over the bra. For a moment he moved back and then put his hands inside
my bra-cups and scooped the tits out, pushing the bra sideways.
Thus now, my boobs were exposed to him, though the bra straps were in
the same place. He again launched his mouth on my tits, making them
wet with his saliva. As he continued his mauling of my breasts, I
looked towards the street to see another crowded bus pass by. His face
blocked my sight, as he stopped his sucking. He smiled, and then
smooched my lips roughly. He forcefully opened my lips with his tongue
and rolled it all around. I'm sure he tasted himself inside my mouth.
At the same time, his hands roamed down to my stomach and then to my
waistline. He inserted two fingers into my petticoat and undid the
knot holding it onto my waist. As he released the knot, my sari and
petticoat dropped in a heap to the ground. He then asked me to lie
down on the grass. I was feeling really cold on the wet grass. He saw
my shivering body and said- "You need my heat".
Then he positioned between my spread legs. He simply pulled the panty
away from my cunt lips and dug his cock into my body.
This was the first time; I had another penis inside me; other than my
husband's. This made me really sad and I started to weep. This almost
seemed to excite him, as his pumping increased speed. He let out a
loud grunt as his semen released into my cunt. I did not experience
any climax.
As I lay on the grass exhausted, he dressed up and said-
"How was it babe? Want to meet again sometime?
I stared back at him blankly. This angered him. He called me a whore
and left in a hurry. I looked at my watch. As it was dark, I could not
make out the exact time. But it was somewhere around 7:30 p.m. I got
up and adjusted my panty. It was thoroughly wet with my and his
juices. Then I tucked my breasts back into the bra. I looked around to
make sure that no one was around. Then I got into my petticoat and
draped my sari. But all except one hook of the blouse were broken. So
I carefully adjusted the sari covering up carefully.
I walked the distance to my house in 15 minutes. As expected the
building was busting with activity as every evening. I walked up the
stairs to the third floor apartment, keeping a really straight face
and even greeting anyone I met. As soon as I closed the house door I
dropped on the couch and started crying, digging my face into the
pillow.
"What am I going to do now? What if the person from the bus finds me?
"What if the TC blackmails me? Should I talk to my husband about this?
"He won't trust me anymore. What if my daughter comes to know about
"it? She will think I'm a slut.
These were the thoughts in my mind as I walked up to my bedroom and
entered the bathroom. I removed my clothes and stood under the hot
shower. I kept crying as I rubbed my body vigorously with soap,
cleaning every part of my body touched by various men. And then I
washed my panty vigorously even as the tears kept rolling down my
cheeks. After I turned off the shower, I looked at myself in the
mirror and composed myself. Then I wiped myself with the towel and
came out to the bedroom with the towel wrapped around my body.
The good part about our bedroom is it has long sliding windows on two
sides, one overlooking the garden behind our building and the other
facing the bedroom of our neighbors. This gives a feeling of openness
to the room. Also we have tinted glass put up on all the windows,
ensuring our privacy. I walked up to my cupboard and took out my
clothes and threw them on the bed. As I was about to remove my towel,
I saw a figure sitting at the opposite window. I recognized it to be
Mr. Patel, our 65-year-old neighbor. He could, may be see the outline
of my body even through the tinted glass as the lights were on. So I
reached out for the switchboard and switched off the light. This came
as no surprise to me. I had seen him staring at our window many times
before. In the darkness, I threw my towel on the bed and wore my
clothes, thinking of how many times I had told my husband about the
bastard. But my husband never believed how such a respected resident
could do such a thing.
Mr. Patel was a retired police officer and now worked as a social
worker, especially fighting for women's rights. He lived in the house
alone after his wife died and daughter got married. I too knew that
nobody would believe me if I said that he was a voyeur and a peeping
tom. I had no option but to ignore him. I wore a simple white cotton
panty (I wore the bikini panties outside only on my husband's
insistence, though I felt really comfortable in these). Over it I wore
a white loose slip with thin shoulder straps and came up to my upper
thighs (I never wore bras at home). And finally wore a long white
housecoat tying up the waistband.
It was almost 8:00 p.m. so I decided to cook myself a small meal and
watch some TV. But just then the doorbell rang. I was a bit surprised,
as I was not expecting anyone. I was really surprised to find my
husband standing at the door. He immediately hugged me and gave me a
small kiss on the lips, and then explained how he arrived earlier than
expected. As I was making tea for him, he hugged me from behind and
squeezed my breasts. He ran his hands through my wet hair and turned
around my face and smooched me passionately, with his hands running
down to my waistband.
I knew he was really horny. He did not have sex for 3 days now. When
at home he fucked me every single night. He undid the waistband and
opened the robe. His hand palmed my crotch as he continued to kiss my
neck. Soon he had his hand inside my slip, pinching my nipples. He
then made me sit on the kitchen platform and pulled out my panty. I
wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled out his erect tool and
entered me. In less than a minute, he erupted in me and I too let out
a loud grunt, faking an orgasm. Immediately he withdrew and said the
lovely words, "get me the tea quickly."
At this point let me describe to you my husband. He is as you can say
a typical Indian male. He really cares for me and is very
understanding in all matters but sex. He believes that a wife must do
whatever a husband wants in bed. When my in-laws were alive, they too
held the same belief. During the first year of our marriage, my
husband used to fuck me at least twice daily. It would be really
embarrassing for me when he would call me up to the bedroom in the
middle of the day and have sex with me, even as his parents sat in the
other room knowing what transpired in our room.
Even after 20 years of marriage, he still is the same. When I
confronted him with my inability to reach an orgasm regularly, he got
angry and said that I was trying to blame on him for my inability to
get excited and asked me to masturbate whenever I did not climax.
Since that day I have been doing the same. He rolls over to sleep
immediately after sex. It is then that I go to the bathroom and rub
myself. Also he likes to consider me like a showpiece, which he takes
along to parties. He has a personally selected collection of clothes
for me to be worn at such parties. His attitude at such cocktail
parties is: "I have the thing you all want".
I do not like this but have to bear it. Coming back, after he left the
kitchen, I wore my panty and adjusted the slip, tucking in my tits and
then served him tea. He sat on the couch watched the news when his
cell phone rang. It was his boss on the line. After talking to him my
husband said-
"Come on honey, boss has invited us to the party he has at his house.
"We must go.
He took a quick bath and got dressed. As it was a ritual, I had to
strip fully. Then he selected my undergarments and all my clothes.
Today he made me wear a red bikini panty. Then he made me wear a black
petticoat, under the navel. Then I wore a black short-sleeved blouse
having just two strings at the back, which meant no bra. The neckline
was really round and low. The tight blouse always made my breasts push
sideways. Then I wore a black silk sari in with the pallu coming from
behind to front. I left my long straight hair open and put on bright
red lipstick. No make up for me. He personally sprayed perfume on my
belly, armpits and even on my cleavage.
I knew I looked like a sex object in the dress. I was happy that my
daughter wasn't around. I felt really embarrassed wearing such dresses
to public parties. I have never been able to talk to her about it, but
my husband always says that you will understand when you grow up line
to her quizzical looks when she saw me dressed sexily, going to late
night parties. But I think now she has grown up and understands her
father. Then I wore his favorite 3-inch high-heeled silver sandals and
soon we were in the car.
His boss's name was Mr. Rajan Saxena. He is 55 years old, bald,
slightly overweight, but really tall (about 6.2") and really strong.
He is a foreign educated person and extremely intelligent. He is
really polite and soft spoken. He has a knocker as his wife. Alisha is
only 32 years old and a perfect 10 figure. She was the daughter of an
army colonel. He also has a 20-year-old son from his first marriage,
which ended with a divorce over his affair with the present wife. His
son studied in the U.S.
Their house was on the outskirts of the city. It was a big bungalow
with lawns on the front and back and also a pool at the back.
As we reached the house by about 9:00 p.m., we were instructed by the
watchman to park the car in the lane, as the parking was full. So we
parked our car and entered the house, to be greeted by Alisha. She was
wearing a golden colored party gown, with two thin straps on the
shoulder and a cut up to her right thigh. The dress was of some kind
of a satin material, accentuating her figure. I could notice that she
did not wear any bra, as her pointed nipples were visible too. Her
shoulder length hairs were left open. Her flawless face was covered
with light make-up. She wore a diamond pendant with some diamond
earrings.
She smiled at us and welcomed us saying- "Hello Mr. Sharma, hi Aditi.
We've been waiting for you guys. We thought you would come with your
daughter"; and then leading us to the back of the bungalow.
It was when she turned around that we got a view of her plunging back,
which exposed her back fully. The back lawn was filled with about
50-60 people. Some were from my husband's office, but many were
strangers to me. They were all couples. The pool was empty due to the
chilly weather. But there were plenty of people on the lawn and the
wooden platform on the right side corner used as the dancing floor.
There were a few bonfires lit on the lawn. As we greeted Merry
Christmas to the guests, I saw my husband stealing a few glances at
Alisha. I knew he always lusted for her. He himself had once told me
the rumor that did rounds in their office, that Alisha was an
insatiable bitch, and that she slept with both her husband and her
step-son. He also mentioned about the time when she entered her
stepson's pool party dressed in a bikini. They believed that the only
reason she married Rajan was that he is very rich and was really good
in bed, and could satisfy her urges, even at this age.
As we talked to many people, Alisha called us in to the house. Inside
Rajan sat with his personal friends and their respective wives on a
large circular couch. The room had the full view of the party outside
through a floor to ceiling and wall-to-wall glass. Rajan greeted us
and introduced us to all his friends. As we settled down on the couch,
I noticed Alisha responding to my husband's stares by smiling at him.
Soon the men were drinking Champagne and the women had Gin. We drank
for almost an hour. We all soon shifted out to the lawns. I noticed
Ved, Rajan's son with some of his friends dancing on the dance floor.
By about 11:00 p.m. many people had left. Now maybe the number was
around 20. As I stood alone in a corner, Rajan approached me and asked
me for a dance. I looked around for my husband. He was nowhere to be
seen.
"Don't think about your hubby. He is doing some serious business.
"Rajan said.
Saying so, he led me to the dance floor, which had three other couples
dancing to a soft romantic track. Immediately he pulled me in his arms
and put his right arm on my waist. As we danced to the soft music, I
was feeling really tired with the day's occurrences and I also was a
little tipsy. So I rested my head on Rajan's chest and closed my eyes.
As soon as I did this, Rajan pulled my body close to his. I felt his
erection on my stomach as his hand went down to squeeze my ass.
"No please Mr. Saxena, I am really very tired....people must be
"watching I said.
But he continued his caressing of my ass cheeks. I started to feel a
little giddy. This was surprising, as I only had taken a Gin and
couple of Champagnes. I felt a strong suspicion that something was
mixed in my drinks as I felt a pulse hitting me in the head. I felt
really weak in the legs. I felt like I would fall.
"Hold me around my neck Aditi, said Rajan, taking my hands from around
"his waist and placing on his shoulders.
I tightened my grip around his neck to stop from falling. Seeing me in
this state, he made his move. He caught hold of my sari pallu from
behind and slowly pulled it off my shoulders. I could hear whistles
and claps as my backless and low-neck sleeveless blouse was exposed. I
opened my eyes with some difficulty and looked around. To my shock, we
were the only ones on the dance floor. Everybody else was standing in
a circle around the floor. I could still not find my husband.
As I was looking around, Rajan grabbed my long open hair and smooched
me roughly. His tongue probed my mouth and his hand squeezed my boobs.
I heard more whistles and catcalls. But what followed was really
outrageous. Rajan put his hand into my waist, undid the knot of my
petticoat and loosened it fully. Within a second, my sari and
petticoat were around my silver high heels. I was standing in the arms
of a stranger and between about 15 men and women in only my black
short-sleeved and backless blouse without any bra underneath and a
skimpy red bikini panty with the silver shoes.
"Hey Rajan, we can't see the bitch's ass. Could you move her hair or
"should I help? said a voice. This was followed by laughter all
"around.
As Rajan moved aside my hair, I heard catcalls and comments like –
"Look at that ass
"I'll lose all my money for that butt
"Take off that panty and show us the globes.
Rajan laughed and replied, "have some patience guys, the bitch is
totally stoned and under our control. It's only 11:20 PM, the night is
still young."
Saying so, he patted my ass and wiggled my ass cheeks.
I heard a man say "look at the flesh in her butt, my wife doesn't have
that much on her chest."
Then Rajan caught hold of my open hair and placed them on his
shoulders exposing my backside fully to the ogling crowd. Imagine the
sight they must have got with my body in only a two- string blouse and
a bikini panty. Then he grabbed my face and smooched me again.
Then came a voice, " enough of this nonsense Rajan, lets get down to
business."
So Rajan grabbed me by my waist and moved me near the pool, to be
followed by the eager crowd. I looked around and found Rajan behind
me, making me lean over a poolside armchair. As I balanced myself
holding the armrests, Rajan pushed my hair over my head, and spread it
around blocking almost my entire view. Just then I felt his hand
pulling my panty downwards to my ankle. His fingers ran over my pussy
lips as "Oooooooohs" and "Aaaaahs" could be heard. I felt a finger
enter my cunt and run in and out for some moments. I started to get
wet.
This was followed by a brief halt. But then I felt an electrifying
feeling as his dick entered my wet slit. He seemed really fat, making
me gasp. After he had entered me fully, he remained that way for some
time. Then started the jerking. I grabbed the armrest firmly as he
began to thrust into me violently. Within a couple of minutes I felt
his hot semen spurt into my cunt. I tried to get up as Rajan withdrew,
but I felt a hand putting pressure on my shoulders.
"Not so fast bitch. You know how many dicks you have made hard
"tonight?
This was followed by my vagina being ravaged by 7 more dicks of all
sizes and thickness, one after the other, without any break.
At the end of it all, I felt a mixture of my as well as their juices
running down my thighs. As I lost the grip of the armrest, I fell on
the back cushion of the chair.
"She is tired and needs refreshment, said a familiar voice.
I turned around and was shocked to see Jayesh Patel, my husband's
immediate subordinate. He picked me up in his arms and walked up to
the pool and threw me in the water. The water was very cold, almost
freezing. In the semi-conscious state I swam to the shallow end of the
pool, which had steps to get out. The cold water seemed to counteract
the effect of the drug mixed in my drink. I got out of the pool and
fell to the floor. I looked towards the group. They were looking
towards me and laughing. I looked around to find my husband. He was
still not to be found anywhere.
Jayesh Patel shouted, "Hey bitch, don't you want your clothes?"
holding my sari and petticoat in his right hand with his left hand on
his semi erect dick. This made me realize about the situation I was
in. The drunken men could easily fuck me again. I could not understand
how other women could stand and watch the men force themselves on me,
and also why the men selected only me.
Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Ved,
Rajan's son. He looked at my shivering body and said-
"Aditi aunty, you must be dying of cold. Let's go inside and get some
heat."
Saying so, he grabbed me by my stomach and put me on his shoulder. He
was really strong. As he did this, there were cheers from the other
end of the pool.
"Dad can I take her in? shouted Ved to Rajan.
"Go ahead son, she is one hell of a bitch, shouted Rajan.
As I struggled to get away, he tightened his grip on me.
Simultaneously his other hand patted my ass. As we entered the living
room, he said-
"Mom what the hell are you doing? This is the living room. Take that
"man to the bedroom.
Saying so he turned around and started to walk away upstairs. As he
turned around, I was shocked to see Alisha in only her black thong and
high heels, running her hand through my husband's hair. He was totally
naked and his dick was hanging proudly at full length. He stood on all
fours licking Alisha's feet, as she had her other hand caressing her
own boobs.
Before I could recover from the sight, I entered a bedroom. Ved
dropped me on to a bed and immediately turned me around, making me
sleep on my stomach. He sat on my back and tied my hands with two
scarves to the bed rest. Then I heard him closing the door and putting
on some music.
"Please don't do it Ved. I am of your mother's age. And you saw what
"the men did to me downstairs. I am really tired, I said.
I heard him smile and say, "Shut the fuck up bitch. I have always
lusted for your body. I have talked to my dad about it many times, but
he has refused to use his control over your husband to set this up.
Tonight I took advantage of him being drunk. Anyway your husband is
fucking my step-mom downstairs, so I must do the same to you as to
make the business deal equal."
Saying so, he put a velvet blindfold on my eyes. Almost immediately, I
felt his fingers getting inside the waistband of the wet panty. In a
single swift motion, he peeled off the wet undergarment from my body.
I instinctively closed together my legs, covering my already exploited
cunt. But for some time I lay on the bed alone, with him not around. I
almost got a shock when his hand pulled apart my legs with a jerk and
positioned himself between them. He lifted my lower body holding my
knees and repositioned my legs.
Now I could distinctly feel his hardness on my ass. My abdomen was
resting on his knees. He moved back slightly and then with a thrust,
pushed his erection into my pussy, which was filled with the sticky
sperm of the 8 other men. He let his tool slide in fully and stayed
that way. His manhood was really long, but thin. It was longer than
any I had felt inside my body before. He stretched forward and
squeezed my breasts over the wet blouse. Muffled NO's came out of my
mouth. He kept mauling my breasts. Maybe this was after a long time
that he was with a woman. His dick was throbbing inside my pussy. He
then stopped the mauling and moved back.
Then I felt his hand undoing the knots of the strings on the back of
my blouse. As the two strings were opened up, he put his hands inside
my blouse and caressed my hanging boobs. Keeping his hands cupping my
breasts, he started stroking his dick. After some time, he removed his
hands over my breasts and caught my waist. Within a couple of minutes
he was spurting inside my pussy.
He then withdrew and I heard him opening some door. Soon I could hear
the shower. I lay in that state for some 10 minutes. He came out of
the bathroom and removed my blindfold. I turned around my head to see
him standing wet and naked. His 20-year-old body was perfectly
chiseled and hairless. He even had a shaven crotch. His limp tool was
more than 6 inches long. He got into a T-shirt and shorts and coming
to me he said-
"You are wonderful Aditi aunty. You can come to me anytime you want.
"You know you can get any man you want anytime. Thanks for this
"wonderful time.
Saying so, he smooched me. As he was about to open my hands, there was
a knock on the door. So Ved opened the door slightly. It was his
friend Aziz. Ved tried to turn him away, but he managed to get into
the room. Looking at my nude body, he pleaded Ved to let him have me.
He said he didn't want Alisha's dirty panties anymore. So as it had to
happen, Ved left the room and I was fucked by another 20-year-old boy,
in the missionary position. He was definitely a virgin. He left me in
the room soon after sex.
I dozed off after sometime. I woke up in the morning due to the sun
falling on my body. I looked around and found myself alone in the
room. My naked body was partially covered with a sheet. I was hurried
to cover up my nudity as the maid entered the room. She stole glances
at me as she started cleaning up.
"Where is Ved? I asked her.
"There is nobody in the house. Everyone has left for a Christmas
"vacation to Australia. Don't you know? she replied.
I kept quiet, looking for my clothes and at the same time covering up
my breasts with the sheet. She may have understood my problem and
said-
"Madam, you wait here. I'll get some of my madam's old clothes for you
"before the house keeping men come to clean up the house.
She came back with a skirt and a sleeveless vest and a shirt. She also
had some old panties, which I declined to wear. I got into the clothes
and wearing a spare sandal from the shoe rack, walked to the ground
floor. I looked at the spot where I had seen my husband with Alisha.
It reminded me of how cruel my husband was. I looked around and then
over to the pool. It was in a total mess. I could see my sari lying
near the very spot I was fucked.
It was almost 10:30. As I was about to walk out of the gate, a driver
stopped me and said that he was instructed to leave me by Ved. So I
got into the luxury Sedan. As the driver drove me to my house, I
controlled myself from crying and maintained a straight face. As I got
down at the gate of my building, the driver called me and said-
"That was a good show madam. Call me when you feel lonely.
As he drove off, I rushed up the stairs to my house. My husband was
not in the house. That day I cried a lot, cursing myself for being a
beautiful woman and being born in India. Maybe this was the fate I had
to face, as I was an Indian Housewife!!
daughter. My husband is a 44-year-old General Manager in a private
firm in Kolkata. I too work in a bank just to pass time, as I do not
like to stay at home. Due to regular aerobics at the gym I have a good
body. I have a 36C bust, a 28 waist and a perfectly round 36 ass.
My husband says that men stare at my ass anywhere I go. It does make a
big curve when viewed sideways. Also the biggest asset I have that
distinguishes me from most Indian women is my height. I stand at 5.7".
I have dark brown, long hair coming all the way up to my hips, which
are always tied up in traditional Indian style. I have a very fair
skin making make-up unnecessary for me, though I do put on some
lipstick.
The incident I want to narrate happened about a year back.
We had moved to Kolkata only some 6 months back from the firm's Mumbai
office. Our house was a good 20-25 minutes from our offices. Being new
in the city, my husband always used to send the car along with the
driver to drop and receive me from my office. Being an inspection
officer my husband used to travel a lot within West Bengal. During
those days I used to travel by auto-rickshaw. My daughter, who was 15
then, went to school with her friend in her car. It was Christmas Eve.
My daughter, Kiran, had gone to Mumbai to my brother's place as her
school was closed. My husband had to go to Shiliguri for an
inspection.
So I had to travel by auto-rickshaw. It was around closing time in the
office when I got the news that the auto-rickshaw union had gone on a
sudden strike. So I enquired about the bus number with a peon and went
to the bus stop. Unfortunately for me, my only friend in the office,
Radha Sen was on a leave. So I had to travel alone to my house in a
bus. Being used to the BEST buses in Mumbai, I found the buses here
too dirty and too bad to travel in. I had never traveled by a bus in
Kolkata.
As I waited for the bus, I had to leave 5 buses, as they were packed
to the hilt. But due to that it was almost 6:00 PM and I was at the
bus stop for more than an hour. It was getting dark and cold. So I
decided to get into the next bus, no matter what the crowd was. As it
turned out, the next bus was really more crowded than a few I had
left. There were men hanging off the door. I was the only one to get
into the bus. Looking at me the men in the doorway got down to let me
in. I saw a few of them checking me out. As I got into the bus with
great difficulty I felt a few bodies brush against mine. I
accidentally brushed against the crotch of an elderly man standing
near the door. As I lost my balance slightly, my hand got caught a bit
in his kurta. "What am I doing!" I said to myself, as I mumbled a
sorry to the person. As I walked ahead, I felt a few hands brush
against my thighs and ass. Luckily for me, a couple of ladies
accommodated me between them.
The bus was in a very bad condition. There were only a couple of
lights at the two doors, and the bus was running at a snail's pace.
The speed at which the bus was running, I knew the usual 20-minute
journey would take me 30-35 minutes at least. As I tried to look
around in the bus, it seemed as if we were the only three women in the
overcrowded bus. As I rested my hip on a seat handle to my right, I
accidentally rested on a hand. So I stood upright again and looked
down to apologize to the person. As it was getting dark I could not
see his face clearly. But the person looked at me in the eye and
grinned widely. It was clear that he enjoyed the feel of my ass. Even
as I was looking at him, he nudged his partner and whispered something
in his ears. The other person too looked at me and then both seemed to
look at my breasts under the sari. I tried to turn away slightly, but
could not do so.
Just at that time, the woman standing behind me got down at the next
stop. The lady in front of me was a young girl of about 20-22. The
dress she wore indicated that she was from a lower middle class
background. She was at least 3-4 inches shorter than me and very
skinny. As I turned around to see who was now standing behind me, it
was the same man whom I had brushed accidentally at the door. As the
bus ran slowly, I felt a hand on my ass. It was definitely the same
guy's wrist on my ass.
"I did it accidentally, so can he, I thought.
But as time passed, the wrist stayed there. Then something pressed
against my ass-cheek. I looked back with some difficulty at the same
person. He looked back at me plainly as if nothing was going on.
"I'll have to bear this for some time, I said to myself.
But with no further resistance from me, the hand turned around and now
his palms were on my ass. Staying that way for some time, the hand
started moving slowly all over my ass-cheeks. I gripped the vertical
bar firmly, my left hand held my purse tightly. Soon the person had
both his hands squeezing and massaging my rear. I looked around with
the hope that someone would stop my harassment. But as I looked to my
left, one person was asleep and another was wearing the dark glasses
worn by blind men. So I presumed that he was blind. As I turned my
head right, the two men were still staring at my exposed belly and
blouse-covered boobs intently.
Just then, the person who was standing right behind me started tracing
my panty with his fingers. This made me close my eyes, as I remembered
my husband. This made the two sitting horny men looking at me to see
what was happening to me. The little hope I had disappeared when the
two men looked at the hands running along my panty-lines, and started
giggling.
"God help me! I screamed in my head.
But deep down I knew I was trapped. I knew most men in the bus would
be the same as the ones sitting beside me to my right. So I slowly
nudged at the girl standing in front of me. She turned around with
some difficulty. I looked at her in the eyes. My eyes were moist
looking at her. I turned my eyes pointing towards the man behind me.
She got the message I wanted her to know. But to my shock, she turned
around and even moved forward slightly, distancing herself from me. I
knew she did not want to get involved in this.
As I was wearing a chiffon sari, he could easily grip my panty elastic
over my ass cheeks with 3 fingers of each hand. I cursed myself for
wearing a bikini panty that day. Because of this, as he pulled my
panty elastic upwards, it caused the small fabric to bunch up in my
ass-crack. Now I was as good as naked under my petticoat for his
hands. He frenetically massaged my bare ass for some time. Just then I
almost gasped with shock as the man put his bare hands on my bare
waist from both sides. My grip on the handle tightened as his palms
started running over my flat belly. Very soon he was circling my belly
button.
I kept as much a straight face as possible. My heart skipped a beat
when he ran his fingers along the waistline of my sari.
"Please don't do that, the whole sari would come off if he tries to
"enter my petticoat, I pleaded silently.
Thankfully he too changed his mind. But soon I knew he was headed for
the place every Indian man dies for. Very soon his hands were palming
my breasts. As he squeezed and mauled my boobs, I felt a third hand on
my right thigh.
I looked down. To my shock, it was the man sitting on my right. He had
his hand running up and down my thigh and the other hand seemed to be
moving rhythmically. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized
it was his erect dick in his hand. Indeed he and his partner were
masturbating looking at me.
Soon the hands on my breasts moved away slightly. But they came back
again searching for my nipples over the blouse. As his thumb and first
two fingers started pinching my nipples, making them hard and taut. He
pinched my nipples so hard that I had to bite my lips to stop from
screaming. Tears rolled on my cheeks due to the pain. The bastard
tried to outrage me further by trying to slip the sari off my
shoulders. But thankfully, I had the sari pinned to my shoulder.
At the same time, the shagging man put his hand below my knee and
started to pull up my sari.
"Why didn't I wear a formal dress today I cursed myself.
Luckily the way I was standing, he could expose my legs only up to my
knees. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not realize that
although he could not pull up my sari, his hands definitely could. The
man behind me grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back.
This made me lose my balance as I lost the grip of the handle I was
holding. As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection on my
ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the same height as me. He now
smelled my hair with deep breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it
forward.
By now the sitting person had his hand under the sari on my bare inner
thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimeters from my crotch. He
stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit over the panty. This
made me weak in my knees and I also lost my grip on my purse, making
it fall to the floor. He started caressing my cunt over the panty. He
even tugged my underwear into my cunt, moving his finger around
slightly. My body started to respond to his touch, as my cunt stared
to get wet. But then the hand withdrew.
The hand then caught hold of my hand. So I looked to find what he
wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock
head, as his other hand frantically shagged it. Before I could realize
what was happening, he released his load on my fingers. He then guided
my hand to my face. He wanted me to lick it. But I turned away, making
him wipe his sticky semen on my cheeks. I tried to wipe it with my
shoulders.
At this time I was a couple of stops away from my house. So I decided
to get out of this by getting down a stop early and walk home from
there. So I shrugged off the two men and rushed to the back door, and
got down on the next stop. It was 10 minutes' walk to my house from
there. But the sight of the Ticket Checker (TC) greeted me. The sight
of this man reminded me that I forgot to pick up my purse in the bus
and my ticket was in my purse.
"Where is your ticket madam? he asked in Bengali.
I replied in English saying I lost it in the bus.
Even as he was listening, his eyes were traveling all over my body. I
read his name batch. It had Mr. R.A.Singh written on it. I asked him
whether he spoke any Hindi. As he nodded I explained it to him that it
was due to the heavy rush, but he did not take my reason and asked why
then did I get down one stop early. This question left me silent. He
asked me for the fine. I reminded him that I did not have the purse
and offered to pay him taking him to the house, which was only 10
minutes away.
He thought for some time, and looked at his watch. It was about 6:45
p.m. and was totally dark and really cold. He said he couldn't do that
and would have to take me to the nearby police station, and that
someone from the house had to come and pay for me. But I explained to
him that I was alone at my house and also new in the city and so did
not know too many people too well. He got lost in thought for some
time. Then he looked at me and said then I would have to stay in the
lock-up till someone paid for me.
I pleaded him to come to my house and collect the fine. He thought for
some time, looked around sneakily and then agreed to my offer. He
called a guy from the driver's cabin and him to do the job and said
that he will meet them in the depot after collecting the fine. So we
started to walk. In the way we had to pass through a long lane that
had a land under dispute on one side and the backside of a big college
campus on the other. This road was a parallel road to a main road and
so was only used by a few private cars.
We were walking side by side. I kept thinking about the money I lost
in the purse and also that the perverts had my identity card. As I
kept walking thinking about the incident, I saw with the corner of my
eye that the TC was glancing at me lustfully. This made my heart beat
very fast. Also the road was lonely. Seeing no car in the lane, he
grabbed my hand and said –
"I'll give you an offer. Let's go to the station or you do as I say. I
"don't want to waste my energy in fighting you. It's your choice baby.
I looked at the time. It was 7:00 p.m.
"There will be many people around the building, I thought, watching me
"with this man, they will ask me awkward questions. What if the cops
"drop me in their car? They may even talk things.
"Come on bitch, I cannot wait forever, he said harshly, bringing me
"out of my thoughts.
I looked ahead and behind on the road. There wasn't a soul present. I
looked down to the ground and nodded shyly. He immediately grabbed me
and started walking briskly.
"Where are you taking me? I asked.
He seemed to ignore me and continued to walk. As we reached a small
opening in the wall of the empty plot, he pointed me to enter the dark
plot. As I was entering the narrow opening, I felt his hands on my
ass. Once inside the plot, I looked around. It was totally empty, with
about 2 feet of grass covering. There were no lights inside the plot.
The only light was that from the streetlights. The plot was fairly
large. About 200 meters long and more than 300-400 meters deep from
the street.
He pulled me towards the center of the plot, and then left my hand. As
I rubbed my hand to relieve the soreness, he removed his own shirt and
vest. He had a really hairy chest.
"I don't want to hear a single word from you. Do you understand? he
"said.
I nodded. He signaled me to get down on my knees in front of him. So I
positioned myself inches from his zipper. He then proceeded to slip
down his trousers. He wore the traditional Indian underwear. His dick
was really standing in the loose underwear. He untied the knot of the
thread and let it drop to his ankles. He was not really long. Maybe 6
inches. He caught my hair and pulled my head towards it. So I opened
my mouth and let it enter my oral cavity. As he kept running his hand
through my long tied up hair, I kept sucking on his tool, holding it
at the base with my hands. I was feeling really cold. When he put his
hand on my shoulder, he found the safety pin holding onto my chiffon
sari. He removed it promptly.
After about 5 minutes of sucking, he stopped me. He took me to a
corner of the plot. He was only in his shoes and socks. I was carrying
his clothes. As we reached a corner, he pushed me to the wall. Then he
pulled off my sari from my shoulders. My blouse always has a
tantalizing neckline, ending just at the start of my cleavage (this is
the way my husband likes it).
He looked really desperate. He stared at my breasts for some time, as
they heaved up and down due to my heavy breathing. He suddenly put
three fingers of each hand on the blouse and ripped it open. I always
wore black bras. He pulled my blouse down to my elbows. This caused my
hands to be restricted in their movement. He launched himself on my
boobs, squeezing and cupping them wildly. He especially liked to push
my boobs inwards and then lick my cleavage. He even bit my nipples
over the bra. For a moment he moved back and then put his hands inside
my bra-cups and scooped the tits out, pushing the bra sideways.
Thus now, my boobs were exposed to him, though the bra straps were in
the same place. He again launched his mouth on my tits, making them
wet with his saliva. As he continued his mauling of my breasts, I
looked towards the street to see another crowded bus pass by. His face
blocked my sight, as he stopped his sucking. He smiled, and then
smooched my lips roughly. He forcefully opened my lips with his tongue
and rolled it all around. I'm sure he tasted himself inside my mouth.
At the same time, his hands roamed down to my stomach and then to my
waistline. He inserted two fingers into my petticoat and undid the
knot holding it onto my waist. As he released the knot, my sari and
petticoat dropped in a heap to the ground. He then asked me to lie
down on the grass. I was feeling really cold on the wet grass. He saw
my shivering body and said- "You need my heat".
Then he positioned between my spread legs. He simply pulled the panty
away from my cunt lips and dug his cock into my body.
This was the first time; I had another penis inside me; other than my
husband's. This made me really sad and I started to weep. This almost
seemed to excite him, as his pumping increased speed. He let out a
loud grunt as his semen released into my cunt. I did not experience
any climax.
As I lay on the grass exhausted, he dressed up and said-
"How was it babe? Want to meet again sometime?
I stared back at him blankly. This angered him. He called me a whore
and left in a hurry. I looked at my watch. As it was dark, I could not
make out the exact time. But it was somewhere around 7:30 p.m. I got
up and adjusted my panty. It was thoroughly wet with my and his
juices. Then I tucked my breasts back into the bra. I looked around to
make sure that no one was around. Then I got into my petticoat and
draped my sari. But all except one hook of the blouse were broken. So
I carefully adjusted the sari covering up carefully.
I walked the distance to my house in 15 minutes. As expected the
building was busting with activity as every evening. I walked up the
stairs to the third floor apartment, keeping a really straight face
and even greeting anyone I met. As soon as I closed the house door I
dropped on the couch and started crying, digging my face into the
pillow.
"What am I going to do now? What if the person from the bus finds me?
"What if the TC blackmails me? Should I talk to my husband about this?
"He won't trust me anymore. What if my daughter comes to know about
"it? She will think I'm a slut.
These were the thoughts in my mind as I walked up to my bedroom and
entered the bathroom. I removed my clothes and stood under the hot
shower. I kept crying as I rubbed my body vigorously with soap,
cleaning every part of my body touched by various men. And then I
washed my panty vigorously even as the tears kept rolling down my
cheeks. After I turned off the shower, I looked at myself in the
mirror and composed myself. Then I wiped myself with the towel and
came out to the bedroom with the towel wrapped around my body.
The good part about our bedroom is it has long sliding windows on two
sides, one overlooking the garden behind our building and the other
facing the bedroom of our neighbors. This gives a feeling of openness
to the room. Also we have tinted glass put up on all the windows,
ensuring our privacy. I walked up to my cupboard and took out my
clothes and threw them on the bed. As I was about to remove my towel,
I saw a figure sitting at the opposite window. I recognized it to be
Mr. Patel, our 65-year-old neighbor. He could, may be see the outline
of my body even through the tinted glass as the lights were on. So I
reached out for the switchboard and switched off the light. This came
as no surprise to me. I had seen him staring at our window many times
before. In the darkness, I threw my towel on the bed and wore my
clothes, thinking of how many times I had told my husband about the
bastard. But my husband never believed how such a respected resident
could do such a thing.
Mr. Patel was a retired police officer and now worked as a social
worker, especially fighting for women's rights. He lived in the house
alone after his wife died and daughter got married. I too knew that
nobody would believe me if I said that he was a voyeur and a peeping
tom. I had no option but to ignore him. I wore a simple white cotton
panty (I wore the bikini panties outside only on my husband's
insistence, though I felt really comfortable in these). Over it I wore
a white loose slip with thin shoulder straps and came up to my upper
thighs (I never wore bras at home). And finally wore a long white
housecoat tying up the waistband.
It was almost 8:00 p.m. so I decided to cook myself a small meal and
watch some TV. But just then the doorbell rang. I was a bit surprised,
as I was not expecting anyone. I was really surprised to find my
husband standing at the door. He immediately hugged me and gave me a
small kiss on the lips, and then explained how he arrived earlier than
expected. As I was making tea for him, he hugged me from behind and
squeezed my breasts. He ran his hands through my wet hair and turned
around my face and smooched me passionately, with his hands running
down to my waistband.
I knew he was really horny. He did not have sex for 3 days now. When
at home he fucked me every single night. He undid the waistband and
opened the robe. His hand palmed my crotch as he continued to kiss my
neck. Soon he had his hand inside my slip, pinching my nipples. He
then made me sit on the kitchen platform and pulled out my panty. I
wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled out his erect tool and
entered me. In less than a minute, he erupted in me and I too let out
a loud grunt, faking an orgasm. Immediately he withdrew and said the
lovely words, "get me the tea quickly."
At this point let me describe to you my husband. He is as you can say
a typical Indian male. He really cares for me and is very
understanding in all matters but sex. He believes that a wife must do
whatever a husband wants in bed. When my in-laws were alive, they too
held the same belief. During the first year of our marriage, my
husband used to fuck me at least twice daily. It would be really
embarrassing for me when he would call me up to the bedroom in the
middle of the day and have sex with me, even as his parents sat in the
other room knowing what transpired in our room.
Even after 20 years of marriage, he still is the same. When I
confronted him with my inability to reach an orgasm regularly, he got
angry and said that I was trying to blame on him for my inability to
get excited and asked me to masturbate whenever I did not climax.
Since that day I have been doing the same. He rolls over to sleep
immediately after sex. It is then that I go to the bathroom and rub
myself. Also he likes to consider me like a showpiece, which he takes
along to parties. He has a personally selected collection of clothes
for me to be worn at such parties. His attitude at such cocktail
parties is: "I have the thing you all want".
I do not like this but have to bear it. Coming back, after he left the
kitchen, I wore my panty and adjusted the slip, tucking in my tits and
then served him tea. He sat on the couch watched the news when his
cell phone rang. It was his boss on the line. After talking to him my
husband said-
"Come on honey, boss has invited us to the party he has at his house.
"We must go.
He took a quick bath and got dressed. As it was a ritual, I had to
strip fully. Then he selected my undergarments and all my clothes.
Today he made me wear a red bikini panty. Then he made me wear a black
petticoat, under the navel. Then I wore a black short-sleeved blouse
having just two strings at the back, which meant no bra. The neckline
was really round and low. The tight blouse always made my breasts push
sideways. Then I wore a black silk sari in with the pallu coming from
behind to front. I left my long straight hair open and put on bright
red lipstick. No make up for me. He personally sprayed perfume on my
belly, armpits and even on my cleavage.
I knew I looked like a sex object in the dress. I was happy that my
daughter wasn't around. I felt really embarrassed wearing such dresses
to public parties. I have never been able to talk to her about it, but
my husband always says that you will understand when you grow up line
to her quizzical looks when she saw me dressed sexily, going to late
night parties. But I think now she has grown up and understands her
father. Then I wore his favorite 3-inch high-heeled silver sandals and
soon we were in the car.
His boss's name was Mr. Rajan Saxena. He is 55 years old, bald,
slightly overweight, but really tall (about 6.2") and really strong.
He is a foreign educated person and extremely intelligent. He is
really polite and soft spoken. He has a knocker as his wife. Alisha is
only 32 years old and a perfect 10 figure. She was the daughter of an
army colonel. He also has a 20-year-old son from his first marriage,
which ended with a divorce over his affair with the present wife. His
son studied in the U.S.
Their house was on the outskirts of the city. It was a big bungalow
with lawns on the front and back and also a pool at the back.
As we reached the house by about 9:00 p.m., we were instructed by the
watchman to park the car in the lane, as the parking was full. So we
parked our car and entered the house, to be greeted by Alisha. She was
wearing a golden colored party gown, with two thin straps on the
shoulder and a cut up to her right thigh. The dress was of some kind
of a satin material, accentuating her figure. I could notice that she
did not wear any bra, as her pointed nipples were visible too. Her
shoulder length hairs were left open. Her flawless face was covered
with light make-up. She wore a diamond pendant with some diamond
earrings.
She smiled at us and welcomed us saying- "Hello Mr. Sharma, hi Aditi.
We've been waiting for you guys. We thought you would come with your
daughter"; and then leading us to the back of the bungalow.
It was when she turned around that we got a view of her plunging back,
which exposed her back fully. The back lawn was filled with about
50-60 people. Some were from my husband's office, but many were
strangers to me. They were all couples. The pool was empty due to the
chilly weather. But there were plenty of people on the lawn and the
wooden platform on the right side corner used as the dancing floor.
There were a few bonfires lit on the lawn. As we greeted Merry
Christmas to the guests, I saw my husband stealing a few glances at
Alisha. I knew he always lusted for her. He himself had once told me
the rumor that did rounds in their office, that Alisha was an
insatiable bitch, and that she slept with both her husband and her
step-son. He also mentioned about the time when she entered her
stepson's pool party dressed in a bikini. They believed that the only
reason she married Rajan was that he is very rich and was really good
in bed, and could satisfy her urges, even at this age.
As we talked to many people, Alisha called us in to the house. Inside
Rajan sat with his personal friends and their respective wives on a
large circular couch. The room had the full view of the party outside
through a floor to ceiling and wall-to-wall glass. Rajan greeted us
and introduced us to all his friends. As we settled down on the couch,
I noticed Alisha responding to my husband's stares by smiling at him.
Soon the men were drinking Champagne and the women had Gin. We drank
for almost an hour. We all soon shifted out to the lawns. I noticed
Ved, Rajan's son with some of his friends dancing on the dance floor.
By about 11:00 p.m. many people had left. Now maybe the number was
around 20. As I stood alone in a corner, Rajan approached me and asked
me for a dance. I looked around for my husband. He was nowhere to be
seen.
"Don't think about your hubby. He is doing some serious business.
"Rajan said.
Saying so, he led me to the dance floor, which had three other couples
dancing to a soft romantic track. Immediately he pulled me in his arms
and put his right arm on my waist. As we danced to the soft music, I
was feeling really tired with the day's occurrences and I also was a
little tipsy. So I rested my head on Rajan's chest and closed my eyes.
As soon as I did this, Rajan pulled my body close to his. I felt his
erection on my stomach as his hand went down to squeeze my ass.
"No please Mr. Saxena, I am really very tired....people must be
"watching I said.
But he continued his caressing of my ass cheeks. I started to feel a
little giddy. This was surprising, as I only had taken a Gin and
couple of Champagnes. I felt a strong suspicion that something was
mixed in my drinks as I felt a pulse hitting me in the head. I felt
really weak in the legs. I felt like I would fall.
"Hold me around my neck Aditi, said Rajan, taking my hands from around
"his waist and placing on his shoulders.
I tightened my grip around his neck to stop from falling. Seeing me in
this state, he made his move. He caught hold of my sari pallu from
behind and slowly pulled it off my shoulders. I could hear whistles
and claps as my backless and low-neck sleeveless blouse was exposed. I
opened my eyes with some difficulty and looked around. To my shock, we
were the only ones on the dance floor. Everybody else was standing in
a circle around the floor. I could still not find my husband.
As I was looking around, Rajan grabbed my long open hair and smooched
me roughly. His tongue probed my mouth and his hand squeezed my boobs.
I heard more whistles and catcalls. But what followed was really
outrageous. Rajan put his hand into my waist, undid the knot of my
petticoat and loosened it fully. Within a second, my sari and
petticoat were around my silver high heels. I was standing in the arms
of a stranger and between about 15 men and women in only my black
short-sleeved and backless blouse without any bra underneath and a
skimpy red bikini panty with the silver shoes.
"Hey Rajan, we can't see the bitch's ass. Could you move her hair or
"should I help? said a voice. This was followed by laughter all
"around.
As Rajan moved aside my hair, I heard catcalls and comments like –
"Look at that ass
"I'll lose all my money for that butt
"Take off that panty and show us the globes.
Rajan laughed and replied, "have some patience guys, the bitch is
totally stoned and under our control. It's only 11:20 PM, the night is
still young."
Saying so, he patted my ass and wiggled my ass cheeks.
I heard a man say "look at the flesh in her butt, my wife doesn't have
that much on her chest."
Then Rajan caught hold of my open hair and placed them on his
shoulders exposing my backside fully to the ogling crowd. Imagine the
sight they must have got with my body in only a two- string blouse and
a bikini panty. Then he grabbed my face and smooched me again.
Then came a voice, " enough of this nonsense Rajan, lets get down to
business."
So Rajan grabbed me by my waist and moved me near the pool, to be
followed by the eager crowd. I looked around and found Rajan behind
me, making me lean over a poolside armchair. As I balanced myself
holding the armrests, Rajan pushed my hair over my head, and spread it
around blocking almost my entire view. Just then I felt his hand
pulling my panty downwards to my ankle. His fingers ran over my pussy
lips as "Oooooooohs" and "Aaaaahs" could be heard. I felt a finger
enter my cunt and run in and out for some moments. I started to get
wet.
This was followed by a brief halt. But then I felt an electrifying
feeling as his dick entered my wet slit. He seemed really fat, making
me gasp. After he had entered me fully, he remained that way for some
time. Then started the jerking. I grabbed the armrest firmly as he
began to thrust into me violently. Within a couple of minutes I felt
his hot semen spurt into my cunt. I tried to get up as Rajan withdrew,
but I felt a hand putting pressure on my shoulders.
"Not so fast bitch. You know how many dicks you have made hard
"tonight?
This was followed by my vagina being ravaged by 7 more dicks of all
sizes and thickness, one after the other, without any break.
At the end of it all, I felt a mixture of my as well as their juices
running down my thighs. As I lost the grip of the armrest, I fell on
the back cushion of the chair.
"She is tired and needs refreshment, said a familiar voice.
I turned around and was shocked to see Jayesh Patel, my husband's
immediate subordinate. He picked me up in his arms and walked up to
the pool and threw me in the water. The water was very cold, almost
freezing. In the semi-conscious state I swam to the shallow end of the
pool, which had steps to get out. The cold water seemed to counteract
the effect of the drug mixed in my drink. I got out of the pool and
fell to the floor. I looked towards the group. They were looking
towards me and laughing. I looked around to find my husband. He was
still not to be found anywhere.
Jayesh Patel shouted, "Hey bitch, don't you want your clothes?"
holding my sari and petticoat in his right hand with his left hand on
his semi erect dick. This made me realize about the situation I was
in. The drunken men could easily fuck me again. I could not understand
how other women could stand and watch the men force themselves on me,
and also why the men selected only me.
Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Ved,
Rajan's son. He looked at my shivering body and said-
"Aditi aunty, you must be dying of cold. Let's go inside and get some
heat."
Saying so, he grabbed me by my stomach and put me on his shoulder. He
was really strong. As he did this, there were cheers from the other
end of the pool.
"Dad can I take her in? shouted Ved to Rajan.
"Go ahead son, she is one hell of a bitch, shouted Rajan.
As I struggled to get away, he tightened his grip on me.
Simultaneously his other hand patted my ass. As we entered the living
room, he said-
"Mom what the hell are you doing? This is the living room. Take that
"man to the bedroom.
Saying so he turned around and started to walk away upstairs. As he
turned around, I was shocked to see Alisha in only her black thong and
high heels, running her hand through my husband's hair. He was totally
naked and his dick was hanging proudly at full length. He stood on all
fours licking Alisha's feet, as she had her other hand caressing her
own boobs.
Before I could recover from the sight, I entered a bedroom. Ved
dropped me on to a bed and immediately turned me around, making me
sleep on my stomach. He sat on my back and tied my hands with two
scarves to the bed rest. Then I heard him closing the door and putting
on some music.
"Please don't do it Ved. I am of your mother's age. And you saw what
"the men did to me downstairs. I am really tired, I said.
I heard him smile and say, "Shut the fuck up bitch. I have always
lusted for your body. I have talked to my dad about it many times, but
he has refused to use his control over your husband to set this up.
Tonight I took advantage of him being drunk. Anyway your husband is
fucking my step-mom downstairs, so I must do the same to you as to
make the business deal equal."
Saying so, he put a velvet blindfold on my eyes. Almost immediately, I
felt his fingers getting inside the waistband of the wet panty. In a
single swift motion, he peeled off the wet undergarment from my body.
I instinctively closed together my legs, covering my already exploited
cunt. But for some time I lay on the bed alone, with him not around. I
almost got a shock when his hand pulled apart my legs with a jerk and
positioned himself between them. He lifted my lower body holding my
knees and repositioned my legs.
Now I could distinctly feel his hardness on my ass. My abdomen was
resting on his knees. He moved back slightly and then with a thrust,
pushed his erection into my pussy, which was filled with the sticky
sperm of the 8 other men. He let his tool slide in fully and stayed
that way. His manhood was really long, but thin. It was longer than
any I had felt inside my body before. He stretched forward and
squeezed my breasts over the wet blouse. Muffled NO's came out of my
mouth. He kept mauling my breasts. Maybe this was after a long time
that he was with a woman. His dick was throbbing inside my pussy. He
then stopped the mauling and moved back.
Then I felt his hand undoing the knots of the strings on the back of
my blouse. As the two strings were opened up, he put his hands inside
my blouse and caressed my hanging boobs. Keeping his hands cupping my
breasts, he started stroking his dick. After some time, he removed his
hands over my breasts and caught my waist. Within a couple of minutes
he was spurting inside my pussy.
He then withdrew and I heard him opening some door. Soon I could hear
the shower. I lay in that state for some 10 minutes. He came out of
the bathroom and removed my blindfold. I turned around my head to see
him standing wet and naked. His 20-year-old body was perfectly
chiseled and hairless. He even had a shaven crotch. His limp tool was
more than 6 inches long. He got into a T-shirt and shorts and coming
to me he said-
"You are wonderful Aditi aunty. You can come to me anytime you want.
"You know you can get any man you want anytime. Thanks for this
"wonderful time.
Saying so, he smooched me. As he was about to open my hands, there was
a knock on the door. So Ved opened the door slightly. It was his
friend Aziz. Ved tried to turn him away, but he managed to get into
the room. Looking at my nude body, he pleaded Ved to let him have me.
He said he didn't want Alisha's dirty panties anymore. So as it had to
happen, Ved left the room and I was fucked by another 20-year-old boy,
in the missionary position. He was definitely a virgin. He left me in
the room soon after sex.
I dozed off after sometime. I woke up in the morning due to the sun
falling on my body. I looked around and found myself alone in the
room. My naked body was partially covered with a sheet. I was hurried
to cover up my nudity as the maid entered the room. She stole glances
at me as she started cleaning up.
"Where is Ved? I asked her.
"There is nobody in the house. Everyone has left for a Christmas
"vacation to Australia. Don't you know? she replied.
I kept quiet, looking for my clothes and at the same time covering up
my breasts with the sheet. She may have understood my problem and
said-
"Madam, you wait here. I'll get some of my madam's old clothes for you
"before the house keeping men come to clean up the house.
She came back with a skirt and a sleeveless vest and a shirt. She also
had some old panties, which I declined to wear. I got into the clothes
and wearing a spare sandal from the shoe rack, walked to the ground
floor. I looked at the spot where I had seen my husband with Alisha.
It reminded me of how cruel my husband was. I looked around and then
over to the pool. It was in a total mess. I could see my sari lying
near the very spot I was fucked.
It was almost 10:30. As I was about to walk out of the gate, a driver
stopped me and said that he was instructed to leave me by Ved. So I
got into the luxury Sedan. As the driver drove me to my house, I
controlled myself from crying and maintained a straight face. As I got
down at the gate of my building, the driver called me and said-
"That was a good show madam. Call me when you feel lonely.
As he drove off, I rushed up the stairs to my house. My husband was
not in the house. That day I cried a lot, cursing myself for being a
beautiful woman and being born in India. Maybe this was the fate I had
to face, as I was an Indian Housewife!!
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