My name is Shailee Sharma. I am 38 years old, married
for 20 years now. I have an 18-year-old daughter. My
husband is a 44-year-old General manager in a private
firm in Baroda. I too work in a bank as a clerk 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 34C 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 5.9".
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 4 years
back. We had moved to Baroda only some 6 months back
from the firm's Bombay office. We, being from Bombay,
understood some Gujarati, but could not speak any. 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 Gujarat. During those days I
used to travel by auto-rickshaw. My daughter who was
14 then, went to school with her friend in her car. It
was Christmas Eve. My daughter, Kim, had gone to
Bombay to my brother's place as her school was closed.
My husband had to go to Gandhinagar 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 Patel was on a leave. So I
had to travel alone to my house in a bus. Being used
to the BEST buses in Bombay I found the buses here too
dirty and too bad to travel in. I had never traveled
by a bus in Baroda. 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 5:30 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. 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 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
5-6 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 guys' wrist on my ass.
`I did it accidentally, so can he', I thought. But as
time passed, the wrist stayed there, and if anything
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 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 cold 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 fore 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 on my ankle and started to pull up my sari. `Why
couldn't I wear a 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 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 Gujarati. 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 6:30 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. 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. Lets 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 6:45 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?" 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 4-5
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 if
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, thought 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 my
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 a climax. As I lay on the grass exhausted,
he dressed up and said, " How was it baby? 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 entered 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 so 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 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
Gujarati style 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 the 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 6.5") and
really strong. He is a foreign educated person and
extremely intelligent. He is really polite and sweet
spoken. He has a knocker as his wife. Alice is only 32
years old and a perfect 10 figure. She was the
daughter of an army colonel. He has a 20-year-old son
from his first marriage, which ended with a divorce
over his affair with the present wife. He 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 the Esteem and entered the house, to be
greeted by Alice. 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 Shailee. We've been
waiting for you guys. We thought you would come with
your daughter", 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 Alice. I knew he
always lusted for her. He himself had once told me the
rumor that did rounds in their office, that Alice 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 too was really good in bed,
and could satisfy her urges, even at this age. As we
talked to many people, Alice 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 Alice 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." 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." 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 Shailee", 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 cant 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, the night is 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 to near the pool,
to be followed by the eager crowd. As I looked around,
I 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 sideways over my
ass-cheek. 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 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 8 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 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, " Shailee, 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 tighten 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 Alice 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
Alice'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." 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 9 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 the
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 then 6 inches long. He
got into a T-shirt and shorts and coming to me he
said, " You are wonderful Shailee. 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 Alice'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 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 enters 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?" I kept quite, looking
for my clothes and at the same time covering up my
breasts with the sheet. She may be 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 Alice. 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 Cielo. 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 agood show madam. Call me when you feel lonely." As hedrove off, I rushed up the stairs to my house. Myhusband 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 a Bharatiya naari.