It had never rained like this before in Mumbai. All transportation, rail
and road had come to a halt. The city was reeling under the worst rains
in its history. I had to stay back in my office and so did my wife too.
Both our offices are in South Mumbai but we stayed put in our own
respective offices on advice from others. There was traffic jams all
over the city and it was taking hours even to move a kilometre.
The next day wasn’t any better. Going back home by car was out of
question as most streets were still flooded and the trains were not yet
running. I heard a few buses were plying though. I called my wife and
told her to wait outside her office. I took a taxi and it took only five
minutes to reach her office. The streets in South Mumbai were
surprisingly absolutely empty today.
But that was just the beginning. The taxi driver refused to go any
futher than Parel and our house was still a long way off. The taxi
driver suggested we take a bus. Because of its height from the ground,
buses could still ply.
But at the bus depot, we met a scary sight. It seemed almost everyone in
the city was taking buses. Though we have never in our life travelled
like this, we had no choice today.
My 35 year old wife Anu was very agitated. “Adi, bus par kaise ghar jaa
sakte hain” she asked.?
“We have to” I replied “we have no choice.”
She looked tired, her sari was crumpled and her hair looked uncombed
after an overnight stay in office
After a long wait, the the bus number we were looking out for arrived.
But, even before it could stop, scores of people started rushing inside.
We had to run along too. I kept my wife in front of me, and pushed her
inside the door, along with other people. A wave of people pushed us
inside anyway. My main worry was Anu, more than my own well-being.
In a few seconds the bus was full. By the time bus started for its
destination I had barely managed to get up the steps. I looked around
for Anu to find her well inside the bus. I heaved a sigh of relief. She
didn’t seem to be injured or anything like that. She was holding onto
the handle above with one hand and the seat handle next to her with the
other hand.
The bus was packed, the streets awful and bumpy and I was really looking
forward to reaching home and getting out of this bus soon.
As the bus made its way through the watery roads, I looked around me.
Almost everyone looked tired and sleepy. Then I looked at my wife. She
too looked sleepy and her eyes seemd to be closing now and then. Poor
her, what all she had to go through, I thought as I looked at her
lovingly. Despite her tired and ruffled looks, she still looked pretty.
As I was in my thoughts, my eyes fell on the people behind her. I
realized there were no women where she was standing. I felt protective
and tried moving towards her. But people got irritated at my movement.
“Aree, chup chap khade raho” one guy urged “kahan jagah hai jaane ko” ?
Still amidst irritation of other passengers I managed to move a few feet
towards her. As I was trying to wriggle my way. I noticed the guy
standing right behind her. He was very close behind my wife and was
trying to look down her shoulder. My wife’s eyes were closed and she
didn’t realize her pallu had fallen over exposing her blouse. And I knew
what this guy was upto, what he was trying to see.
I tried to make my way towards my wife, but was becoming increasingly
difficult. Even people were getting seriously angry with me. And I
couldn’t possibly shout at my wife to tell her to pull up her pallu. It
would be very embarrassing. So I helplessly looked at the man trying to
peep into my wife’s blouse. I was wriggling my way inch by inch as I
kept my eyes on this ugly looking man. Though I still didn’t manage to
get close enough to ward off this guy, I managed to get to a position
where I had a clearer view. And for the first time I noticed more !!
This guy was pretending to move with every movement of the bus and
whenever the bus would go over a bump or a ditch, he would take the
opportunity to press onto my wife ! My wife who still looked asleep
didn’t realize what was happening.
I was raging with anger. I wanted to push aside all the other passengers
and go up to this guy and punch him. I would have actually implemented
my thoughts, but something inside me told me to stop. I didn’t know what
it was, but an impulsive reaction made me stop right in my place.
My wife’s pallu had dropped from her shoulder and was resting on her
arms, exposing substantial portions of her blouse. Her ample breasts
tightly filled her blouse and the man seemed to be enjoying what he was
seeing.
Getting no reaction from my sleeping wife, the man seemed to get bolder.
In the beginning he would press only during a bump or a jerk of the bus,
but now he kept pressing against her, even when the bus was on smoother
roads.
I could see his groin was pressing against my wife’s back. Noone else
could notice it in the crowded bus, unless one specifically wanted to,
like me.
I realized the man had slowly began to move his groin up and down
against my wife’s ass. Very gently as not to be noticed. He suddenly
looked around to see if anyone was watching him, and I swung my head
away in time.
After a few seconds I turned my head back to see him continue do what he
was doing. He must have thought she was traveling alone.
I pretended to sleep too, but kept looking at him with one eye.
All of a sudden the bus came to a halt. It was Mahim bus stop.
Hardly any people got down, but more people got in and it became very
chaotic inside. I could hear people shouting at each other. In the melee
I could see another guy, standing next this ugly chap, move next to my
wife. And then this new guy, pretended as if there was a push from the
crowd from the other end and moved right in front of my wife. My wife
woke up startled.
“Dhaka kyun de rahe ho” my wife asked angrily “aur mujhe peeche kyun kia“ ?
“sorry madam, bus stop mein aur log andar aaye, unhone dhaka diya mujhe”
he replied apologetically“ thodi der ki baat hai, please adjust kar lijiye”
On hearing the apologetic tone of this man, my wife calmed down. The bus
started moving.
My wife pulled up her pallu, and held the handle above with both her
hands as the seat handle was out of reach now.
The way the guy in front had been looking at this ugly man behind my
wife, I realized that they were friends or atleast known to each other.
Maybe it was their ploy. My wife was now right inbetween them. But she
didn’t realise it, or atleast didn’t notice anything unusual. She was in
middle of packed bus and I was also closeby so she must have felt safe.
It didn’t take her long to doze off.
The man behind was soon upto his tricks. His gyrations began. His face
was also very close to my wife’s shoulder. The back of Anu’s blouse was
also pretty low cut, exposing a lot of her skin. And as both her hands
were holding the handle above, it exposed her armpits through her
sleeveless blouse. This must have been having an arousing effect on the
man, as he increased the speed of his gyrations. My wife was still asleep.
The man shifted his head to the other side of my wife’s arms, and now he
was at a sniffing distance of my wife’s armpits ! and it almost seemd he
was doing just that. Smelling the scent of my wife’s armpits !!!
The man in front now gently and slowly started to press backwards. My
wife was tightly sandwiched in between them.
The man behind must have got terribly aroused as he suddenly put his
hands on Anu’s ass. He kept it still for a moment, and then pushed his
hands further to the front of Anu..
She must have been really very tired and sleepy as she still kept sleeping.
Finally his hands were on her blouse. By now one or two other guys
closeby could see what was happening. But that didn’t stop this man from
doing what he wanted to.
He very gently rubbed her nipples over her blouse with one finger. After
almost five minutes of doing that, he moved his hand over the exposed
area of her waist. After lying still on her waist, he moved his hands
further down till it was on the fold of her sari in her lower stomach.
My wife was clearly oblivious to all this. But then she woke up with a
start, as he pushed his hand into her sari.
She didn’t even have enough time to realise what was happening as this
man quickly pushed his hand deep into her sari till her crotch with one
push.
She mumbled, but must have realized, that she couldn’t shout and attract
attention with this man’s hand in her sari. It would be too
embarrassing. She tried to wriggle out, but the man just kept his hand
inside.
My wife’s face was distorting due to the effort she was putting in
trying to free herself and also due to her anger. But she had 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 sari. She kept wriggling but suddenly the man gave one
hard push downwards, and she stopped still for a moment. Her eyes closed
tight as if in pain and her hands tightly gripped this man’s hands.
Though my wife couldn’t see the man’s face, he could see my wife’s face.
Seeing Anu’s reaction, I could see he bagan to move his hands in her
sari. Sort of up and down or rather in and out movement. Was his hands
on my wife’s vagina…or even inside ?
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. I ducked out of
her sight, but still could see her from the gap of two persons. She had
a puzzled look on her face on not finding me. She must have thought I
have got a place to sit or am far away. Her only source of help was not
to be seen and she was 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 and I kept watching.
The man bent down over my wife’s shoulders as if to reach further below
with his hands. His hands definitely had an in and out movement inside
her sari as my wife struggled helplessly to free herself. Her teeth were
clenched continouosly.
This man had perhaps done this to several other women earlier, as he
could anticipate their reaction. He must have known from past experience
that once you have your hands in women’s clothes, they are not going to
create a scene and draw attention. He had safely counted on that, with
my wife too, and it seemed to be working. He grew bolder and placed his
other hand on my wife's breast.
And 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 erect.
Slowly, he increased the pace of the movement of his hand and my wife
unable to struggle. With the other hand the man started to squeeze my
wife’s breasts too, which made my wife go weak. She let loose her grip
on his hands, as she was unable to even stand properly.
The two guys on either side of them were watching wide-eyed, oblivious
to my wife. The molestor knew that they were being watched, but guess he
was enjoying having an audience.
The man now moving his groin against Anu’s ass as if he were fucking her
from behind.
Anu was too weak to struggle. She just stood motionless, infact her body
was falling backward on the man for support.
The man looked around again to see if anyone was watching, apart from
the two guys on next him. His head was still but hands were moving fast.
No one could make that out because of the bumpy bus ride and almost all
other passengers were sleeping as well.
As the man kept moving his fingers in and out of my wife’s vagina, she
almost 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 sari. He bent a bit and held the bottom
part of her sari and slowly began to pull it up, exposing Anu’s legs. He
pulled it up further, exposing her thigh’s now. Realising what was
happening, my wife looked alarmed. But the man held the sari in between
her ass and his crotch and with his free hand pressed her boobs hard. It
was enough to freeze her. Anu was too nervous and tense to say or do
anything.
From above, her sari looked normal but if one looked further below, one
could see her sari had been pulled uptil her ass, 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. I had a raging hard on.
The man then deftly unzipped his trousers and brought out his cock to
the view of atleast three spectators, including me.
My eyes popped out. His cock was massive.
He pointed it towards my wife’s ass. I couldn’t believe it. Was he going
to penetrate my wife right in middle of the bus. My wife had no idea
what to expect as she was facing the other side.
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. And 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. The man took advantage of the situation and pretended to fall
over her and in the process pushed his cock onto my wife’s vagina. It
didn’t go in, in the first attempt, but it made my wife panic. Her eyes
opened wide, and before she could protest verbally the bus went over
another bump. The man pretended to fall on her again and this time he
was inside her. Oh what a sight. My wife being fucked right in middle of
a packed bus !
She was in state of shock. Only muffled cries were coming from her
mouth. Her eyes were wet with tears. But the man had no time for that,
as he pushed harder to penetrate my wife even deeper.
Satisfied, his cock was fully inside her vagina, he stood still, as if
to gauge her reaction. She was motionless too, just tears building up in
her eyes. Definitely she couldn’t attract any attention now from fellow
passengers. She was in a very vulnerable and helpless state.
He seemed to be in no hurry, knowing well, that she was under his
complete control
He began to move his cock in and out. My wife again shut her eyes and
clenched her teeth.
He was moving deep in and out, but in a restrained way with minimal ass
movement as not to attract the attention of the man standing behind him.
After a minute or two of continuous fucking, my wife’s lips parted. I
could see even her body had begun to move – moving to the the rhythm of
the man’s body ! I couldnt believe it. Was my wife beginning to enjoy it ?
The very thought brought out precum from my cock.
I was watching this man fucking my wife right in middle of the bus. He
was trying to keep a straight face so that if others see him, they
shouldn’t be able to make out whats going on. But my wife was having a
difficult time trying to keep a straight face. With every stroke from
the man’s cock, her lips would part and I think they were accompanied by
soft moans too. She was definitely enjoying her molestation.
The man was soon cumming.His body stiffened and he started ejaculating
his cum inside my wife ! I think the liquid in her womb made her squirm
even more out of pleasure.
The man’s limp cock flopped out from my wife’s pussy. I could see his
semen was trickling out of my wife’s pussy onto her thighs.
Satisfied, he looked at the the two guys watching him and winked. The
guys had a smile on their face and one of them whispered something in
the ears of the guy who had just fucked my wife. He smiled and exchanged
places with the new guy.
God, is the other guy going to fuck my wife too, I thought. He did
exactly that. My wife must have know it’s a new guy, but she was far too
aroused to bother, I guess.
Then a very surprising thing happened. The second guy watching it,
caught hold of my wife’s hand and guided it to his crotch. He unzipped
his trousers and put her hand in. My wife didn’t need any persuasion as
she began to fondle his cock as the the other guy kept fucking her. My
wife masturbated the man to his climax and he came all over the back of
her sari, which she didn’t notice as her eyes were closed and the guys
were behind her. And soon the man fucking my wife followed. He pulled
out his dick and came on her ass.
What a sight it was. It was unbelievable. These guys had turned my wife
into a horny slut. As the pulled up their zips, I could see my wife was
still squirming. I wondered why. But soon I could see that the man in
front of her was fingering her pussy, though he was facing away from
her. He kept fingering her for a while, as her squirms got a bit
stronger. This made a couple of other guys notice her.
Her eyes were closed as the fingers of her fellow passengers kept
fingering her pussy.
Atleast 5-6 persons were watching the man masturbating my wife in the bus.
This obscene show of my wife went on for around 10 minutes as the guys
watched my wife in awe. Her body was almost dancing on the fingers of
the man in front of her.
Suddenly she broke out into spasms. She was having a orgasm, right in
front of the lustful eyes of her co-passengers. Her orgasm hit her hard.
While trying to not let out loud moan she snuggled her face onto the
shoulders of the man in front of her. Her whole body seemed to be
resting on the man masturbating her. She violently began to rub her
crotch against his fingers and also against his body.
Two-three other persons also started noticing my wife’s sex show !
She was oblivious to everyone, until her orgasm subsided. And when it
did subside, she came crashing back to reality. I could see she was
feeling very ashamed. She couldn’t raise her head or look at anyone. Not
even search for me. She kept looking down as men were looking at her,
and some whispering lecherous remarks.
Luckily she didn’t have to bear the discomfort for long. Our bust stop
arrived within 5 minutes.
A few people got down there. Luckily none were those guys. She looked
for me as she got down. I went upto her as the bus left.
“Baby, hope you were fine” I said as if I didn’t know what happened" I
was on the other side of the bus”
“yes, it was ok” she said, though she looked apparently shaken
“But you look weak” I said
“Oh nothing, just exhaustion, ghar chalte hain.” she replied
She didn’t realise that the back of her sari was covered with semen as
we walked home. But others on the way noticed that. Even our regular
grocer, whose shop falls on the way, was staring at her sari, trying to
ascertain what he was seeing was really true, and not imagination.
She didn’t talk all through the way, but moment we entered our house,
she turned around and kissed me hard on my lips.
“Make love to me, Adi” she urged lustfully.
“My pleasure” I said and pulled her tight against me
I felt her everywhere. Her pussy was wet with all the semen, even her
ass had the wet patches.
“Fuck me, Fuck me” she moaned
I never heard my wife use those words before. She was a transformed
woman. She had become a sex slut. And all that because of a bus journey !!
and road had come to a halt. The city was reeling under the worst rains
in its history. I had to stay back in my office and so did my wife too.
Both our offices are in South Mumbai but we stayed put in our own
respective offices on advice from others. There was traffic jams all
over the city and it was taking hours even to move a kilometre.
The next day wasn’t any better. Going back home by car was out of
question as most streets were still flooded and the trains were not yet
running. I heard a few buses were plying though. I called my wife and
told her to wait outside her office. I took a taxi and it took only five
minutes to reach her office. The streets in South Mumbai were
surprisingly absolutely empty today.
But that was just the beginning. The taxi driver refused to go any
futher than Parel and our house was still a long way off. The taxi
driver suggested we take a bus. Because of its height from the ground,
buses could still ply.
But at the bus depot, we met a scary sight. It seemed almost everyone in
the city was taking buses. Though we have never in our life travelled
like this, we had no choice today.
My 35 year old wife Anu was very agitated. “Adi, bus par kaise ghar jaa
sakte hain” she asked.?
“We have to” I replied “we have no choice.”
She looked tired, her sari was crumpled and her hair looked uncombed
after an overnight stay in office
After a long wait, the the bus number we were looking out for arrived.
But, even before it could stop, scores of people started rushing inside.
We had to run along too. I kept my wife in front of me, and pushed her
inside the door, along with other people. A wave of people pushed us
inside anyway. My main worry was Anu, more than my own well-being.
In a few seconds the bus was full. By the time bus started for its
destination I had barely managed to get up the steps. I looked around
for Anu to find her well inside the bus. I heaved a sigh of relief. She
didn’t seem to be injured or anything like that. She was holding onto
the handle above with one hand and the seat handle next to her with the
other hand.
The bus was packed, the streets awful and bumpy and I was really looking
forward to reaching home and getting out of this bus soon.
As the bus made its way through the watery roads, I looked around me.
Almost everyone looked tired and sleepy. Then I looked at my wife. She
too looked sleepy and her eyes seemd to be closing now and then. Poor
her, what all she had to go through, I thought as I looked at her
lovingly. Despite her tired and ruffled looks, she still looked pretty.
As I was in my thoughts, my eyes fell on the people behind her. I
realized there were no women where she was standing. I felt protective
and tried moving towards her. But people got irritated at my movement.
“Aree, chup chap khade raho” one guy urged “kahan jagah hai jaane ko” ?
Still amidst irritation of other passengers I managed to move a few feet
towards her. As I was trying to wriggle my way. I noticed the guy
standing right behind her. He was very close behind my wife and was
trying to look down her shoulder. My wife’s eyes were closed and she
didn’t realize her pallu had fallen over exposing her blouse. And I knew
what this guy was upto, what he was trying to see.
I tried to make my way towards my wife, but was becoming increasingly
difficult. Even people were getting seriously angry with me. And I
couldn’t possibly shout at my wife to tell her to pull up her pallu. It
would be very embarrassing. So I helplessly looked at the man trying to
peep into my wife’s blouse. I was wriggling my way inch by inch as I
kept my eyes on this ugly looking man. Though I still didn’t manage to
get close enough to ward off this guy, I managed to get to a position
where I had a clearer view. And for the first time I noticed more !!
This guy was pretending to move with every movement of the bus and
whenever the bus would go over a bump or a ditch, he would take the
opportunity to press onto my wife ! My wife who still looked asleep
didn’t realize what was happening.
I was raging with anger. I wanted to push aside all the other passengers
and go up to this guy and punch him. I would have actually implemented
my thoughts, but something inside me told me to stop. I didn’t know what
it was, but an impulsive reaction made me stop right in my place.
My wife’s pallu had dropped from her shoulder and was resting on her
arms, exposing substantial portions of her blouse. Her ample breasts
tightly filled her blouse and the man seemed to be enjoying what he was
seeing.
Getting no reaction from my sleeping wife, the man seemed to get bolder.
In the beginning he would press only during a bump or a jerk of the bus,
but now he kept pressing against her, even when the bus was on smoother
roads.
I could see his groin was pressing against my wife’s back. Noone else
could notice it in the crowded bus, unless one specifically wanted to,
like me.
I realized the man had slowly began to move his groin up and down
against my wife’s ass. Very gently as not to be noticed. He suddenly
looked around to see if anyone was watching him, and I swung my head
away in time.
After a few seconds I turned my head back to see him continue do what he
was doing. He must have thought she was traveling alone.
I pretended to sleep too, but kept looking at him with one eye.
All of a sudden the bus came to a halt. It was Mahim bus stop.
Hardly any people got down, but more people got in and it became very
chaotic inside. I could hear people shouting at each other. In the melee
I could see another guy, standing next this ugly chap, move next to my
wife. And then this new guy, pretended as if there was a push from the
crowd from the other end and moved right in front of my wife. My wife
woke up startled.
“Dhaka kyun de rahe ho” my wife asked angrily “aur mujhe peeche kyun kia“ ?
“sorry madam, bus stop mein aur log andar aaye, unhone dhaka diya mujhe”
he replied apologetically“ thodi der ki baat hai, please adjust kar lijiye”
On hearing the apologetic tone of this man, my wife calmed down. The bus
started moving.
My wife pulled up her pallu, and held the handle above with both her
hands as the seat handle was out of reach now.
The way the guy in front had been looking at this ugly man behind my
wife, I realized that they were friends or atleast known to each other.
Maybe it was their ploy. My wife was now right inbetween them. But she
didn’t realise it, or atleast didn’t notice anything unusual. She was in
middle of packed bus and I was also closeby so she must have felt safe.
It didn’t take her long to doze off.
The man behind was soon upto his tricks. His gyrations began. His face
was also very close to my wife’s shoulder. The back of Anu’s blouse was
also pretty low cut, exposing a lot of her skin. And as both her hands
were holding the handle above, it exposed her armpits through her
sleeveless blouse. This must have been having an arousing effect on the
man, as he increased the speed of his gyrations. My wife was still asleep.
The man shifted his head to the other side of my wife’s arms, and now he
was at a sniffing distance of my wife’s armpits ! and it almost seemd he
was doing just that. Smelling the scent of my wife’s armpits !!!
The man in front now gently and slowly started to press backwards. My
wife was tightly sandwiched in between them.
The man behind must have got terribly aroused as he suddenly put his
hands on Anu’s ass. He kept it still for a moment, and then pushed his
hands further to the front of Anu..
She must have been really very tired and sleepy as she still kept sleeping.
Finally his hands were on her blouse. By now one or two other guys
closeby could see what was happening. But that didn’t stop this man from
doing what he wanted to.
He very gently rubbed her nipples over her blouse with one finger. After
almost five minutes of doing that, he moved his hand over the exposed
area of her waist. After lying still on her waist, he moved his hands
further down till it was on the fold of her sari in her lower stomach.
My wife was clearly oblivious to all this. But then she woke up with a
start, as he pushed his hand into her sari.
She didn’t even have enough time to realise what was happening as this
man quickly pushed his hand deep into her sari till her crotch with one
push.
She mumbled, but must have realized, that she couldn’t shout and attract
attention with this man’s hand in her sari. It would be too
embarrassing. She tried to wriggle out, but the man just kept his hand
inside.
My wife’s face was distorting due to the effort she was putting in
trying to free herself and also due to her anger. But she had 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 sari. She kept wriggling but suddenly the man gave one
hard push downwards, and she stopped still for a moment. Her eyes closed
tight as if in pain and her hands tightly gripped this man’s hands.
Though my wife couldn’t see the man’s face, he could see my wife’s face.
Seeing Anu’s reaction, I could see he bagan to move his hands in her
sari. Sort of up and down or rather in and out movement. Was his hands
on my wife’s vagina…or even inside ?
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. I ducked out of
her sight, but still could see her from the gap of two persons. She had
a puzzled look on her face on not finding me. She must have thought I
have got a place to sit or am far away. Her only source of help was not
to be seen and she was 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 and I kept watching.
The man bent down over my wife’s shoulders as if to reach further below
with his hands. His hands definitely had an in and out movement inside
her sari as my wife struggled helplessly to free herself. Her teeth were
clenched continouosly.
This man had perhaps done this to several other women earlier, as he
could anticipate their reaction. He must have known from past experience
that once you have your hands in women’s clothes, they are not going to
create a scene and draw attention. He had safely counted on that, with
my wife too, and it seemed to be working. He grew bolder and placed his
other hand on my wife's breast.
And 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 erect.
Slowly, he increased the pace of the movement of his hand and my wife
unable to struggle. With the other hand the man started to squeeze my
wife’s breasts too, which made my wife go weak. She let loose her grip
on his hands, as she was unable to even stand properly.
The two guys on either side of them were watching wide-eyed, oblivious
to my wife. The molestor knew that they were being watched, but guess he
was enjoying having an audience.
The man now moving his groin against Anu’s ass as if he were fucking her
from behind.
Anu was too weak to struggle. She just stood motionless, infact her body
was falling backward on the man for support.
The man looked around again to see if anyone was watching, apart from
the two guys on next him. His head was still but hands were moving fast.
No one could make that out because of the bumpy bus ride and almost all
other passengers were sleeping as well.
As the man kept moving his fingers in and out of my wife’s vagina, she
almost 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 sari. He bent a bit and held the bottom
part of her sari and slowly began to pull it up, exposing Anu’s legs. He
pulled it up further, exposing her thigh’s now. Realising what was
happening, my wife looked alarmed. But the man held the sari in between
her ass and his crotch and with his free hand pressed her boobs hard. It
was enough to freeze her. Anu was too nervous and tense to say or do
anything.
From above, her sari looked normal but if one looked further below, one
could see her sari had been pulled uptil her ass, 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. I had a raging hard on.
The man then deftly unzipped his trousers and brought out his cock to
the view of atleast three spectators, including me.
My eyes popped out. His cock was massive.
He pointed it towards my wife’s ass. I couldn’t believe it. Was he going
to penetrate my wife right in middle of the bus. My wife had no idea
what to expect as she was facing the other side.
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. And 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. The man took advantage of the situation and pretended to fall
over her and in the process pushed his cock onto my wife’s vagina. It
didn’t go in, in the first attempt, but it made my wife panic. Her eyes
opened wide, and before she could protest verbally the bus went over
another bump. The man pretended to fall on her again and this time he
was inside her. Oh what a sight. My wife being fucked right in middle of
a packed bus !
She was in state of shock. Only muffled cries were coming from her
mouth. Her eyes were wet with tears. But the man had no time for that,
as he pushed harder to penetrate my wife even deeper.
Satisfied, his cock was fully inside her vagina, he stood still, as if
to gauge her reaction. She was motionless too, just tears building up in
her eyes. Definitely she couldn’t attract any attention now from fellow
passengers. She was in a very vulnerable and helpless state.
He seemed to be in no hurry, knowing well, that she was under his
complete control
He began to move his cock in and out. My wife again shut her eyes and
clenched her teeth.
He was moving deep in and out, but in a restrained way with minimal ass
movement as not to attract the attention of the man standing behind him.
After a minute or two of continuous fucking, my wife’s lips parted. I
could see even her body had begun to move – moving to the the rhythm of
the man’s body ! I couldnt believe it. Was my wife beginning to enjoy it ?
The very thought brought out precum from my cock.
I was watching this man fucking my wife right in middle of the bus. He
was trying to keep a straight face so that if others see him, they
shouldn’t be able to make out whats going on. But my wife was having a
difficult time trying to keep a straight face. With every stroke from
the man’s cock, her lips would part and I think they were accompanied by
soft moans too. She was definitely enjoying her molestation.
The man was soon cumming.His body stiffened and he started ejaculating
his cum inside my wife ! I think the liquid in her womb made her squirm
even more out of pleasure.
The man’s limp cock flopped out from my wife’s pussy. I could see his
semen was trickling out of my wife’s pussy onto her thighs.
Satisfied, he looked at the the two guys watching him and winked. The
guys had a smile on their face and one of them whispered something in
the ears of the guy who had just fucked my wife. He smiled and exchanged
places with the new guy.
God, is the other guy going to fuck my wife too, I thought. He did
exactly that. My wife must have know it’s a new guy, but she was far too
aroused to bother, I guess.
Then a very surprising thing happened. The second guy watching it,
caught hold of my wife’s hand and guided it to his crotch. He unzipped
his trousers and put her hand in. My wife didn’t need any persuasion as
she began to fondle his cock as the the other guy kept fucking her. My
wife masturbated the man to his climax and he came all over the back of
her sari, which she didn’t notice as her eyes were closed and the guys
were behind her. And soon the man fucking my wife followed. He pulled
out his dick and came on her ass.
What a sight it was. It was unbelievable. These guys had turned my wife
into a horny slut. As the pulled up their zips, I could see my wife was
still squirming. I wondered why. But soon I could see that the man in
front of her was fingering her pussy, though he was facing away from
her. He kept fingering her for a while, as her squirms got a bit
stronger. This made a couple of other guys notice her.
Her eyes were closed as the fingers of her fellow passengers kept
fingering her pussy.
Atleast 5-6 persons were watching the man masturbating my wife in the bus.
This obscene show of my wife went on for around 10 minutes as the guys
watched my wife in awe. Her body was almost dancing on the fingers of
the man in front of her.
Suddenly she broke out into spasms. She was having a orgasm, right in
front of the lustful eyes of her co-passengers. Her orgasm hit her hard.
While trying to not let out loud moan she snuggled her face onto the
shoulders of the man in front of her. Her whole body seemed to be
resting on the man masturbating her. She violently began to rub her
crotch against his fingers and also against his body.
Two-three other persons also started noticing my wife’s sex show !
She was oblivious to everyone, until her orgasm subsided. And when it
did subside, she came crashing back to reality. I could see she was
feeling very ashamed. She couldn’t raise her head or look at anyone. Not
even search for me. She kept looking down as men were looking at her,
and some whispering lecherous remarks.
Luckily she didn’t have to bear the discomfort for long. Our bust stop
arrived within 5 minutes.
A few people got down there. Luckily none were those guys. She looked
for me as she got down. I went upto her as the bus left.
“Baby, hope you were fine” I said as if I didn’t know what happened" I
was on the other side of the bus”
“yes, it was ok” she said, though she looked apparently shaken
“But you look weak” I said
“Oh nothing, just exhaustion, ghar chalte hain.” she replied
She didn’t realise that the back of her sari was covered with semen as
we walked home. But others on the way noticed that. Even our regular
grocer, whose shop falls on the way, was staring at her sari, trying to
ascertain what he was seeing was really true, and not imagination.
She didn’t talk all through the way, but moment we entered our house,
she turned around and kissed me hard on my lips.
“Make love to me, Adi” she urged lustfully.
“My pleasure” I said and pulled her tight against me
I felt her everywhere. Her pussy was wet with all the semen, even her
ass had the wet patches.
“Fuck me, Fuck me” she moaned
I never heard my wife use those words before. She was a transformed
woman. She had become a sex slut. And all that because of a bus journey !!
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