Hello guys . 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 a town in India. 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 somelipstick.

The incident I want to narrate happened about 4 years back. We had moved to the town only some 6 months back from the firm's Bombay office. We, being from Bombay, understood only a little of the local language, but could not speak it properly. 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 the state. During those days I used to travel by auto-rickshaw (A 3- wheeler cab). 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 parents' place as her school was closed. My husband had to go to another town about 200 kilometers away 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 the only friend I had in the office, Tina Patel was on a leave. So I had to travel alone to my house in a bus. Being used to the buses in Bombay I found the buses here too dirty and too bad to travel in. I had never traveled by a bus since moving to this town. 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 of his kurta also.

‘ 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 my ass. Luckily for me, a couple of ladies accommodated me between them in one of the rows of standees. The bus was really packed with two rows of standees. 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 as I was standing in one row between the two women and a boy who looked in his teens on my left in the other row. 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 asscheeks. I gripped the vertical bar firmly with my right hand as 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, the kid standing in the adjacent row was looking the in the other direction. As I turned my head right, the two men were still staring at my exposed belly and blouse-covered boobsintently. 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 not

bothering to ask for help from the man next to 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, the man 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.

‘ Hey, what about the guy standing next to this bastard?", I thought.

I

turned my head and looked at the guy. As my luck turned out, it was a blind man. Just then

I gasped softly with shock as the man put his bare hands on my bare waist from both sides.

This drew the attention of the man standing beside me. His response was to smile and move

slightly in my direction, further cramping me for room between him and the guys sitting

beside me. My grip on the handle tightened as the 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. To make it worse, I felt

some twitching between my legs. I was definitely getting wet. My body was doing exactly

the opposite of what my mind was thinking. As the man 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. I looked away from the

two men to see the man to my left watching intently. He seemed to be some kind of a

voyeur.

I felt a relief as the hands on my breasts moved down 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, and at the same time

I felt my juices flowing inside my vagina. 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.

He pulled up my sari and the petticoat to expose my legs up to just above my knees. I

thanked my luck for he didn't go further. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not

realize that although he did not pull up my sari, his hands had different plans. 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 will know now that I am wet and will get encouraged further', I thought.

I looked in his direction sneakily. He definitely had felt my wetness, as he held my sari with

the other hand and brought the finger that had probed me to his nose. A wide grin appeared

on his face. He looked at me and blew me a kiss and said something to his partner, pointing

to his wet finger. And he then looked back to the man behind me and showed him the finger.

As some light fell on his finger, even I could see it glistening with my juices. Seeing what

this guy was showing him, the man behind me brought his face to my ears and whispered,

"So I see you like to be handled by strangers in public." I moved my head sideways

indicating a no. But I knew my body liked it. The man nudged the man sitting to my right

with his erect tool in one hand, and signaled something that I could not see. Then he did the

same to the kid standing on my left.

‘What the hell are these guys planning?' I thought.

I did not have to wait long. The two men on my sides started to lift up my sari from both

sides. Very quickly it was pulled up to my thighs. I could feel the cold wind on my wet

crotch. Next they tugged a couple of fingers in the thin elastic of my bikini panty and started

to tug it down. Soon it was around my ankles. The kid to my left kept holding my sari it it's

raised position and the guy sitting to my right nudged my leg to be raised. It was like my

heart was totally out of my control. I lifted each leg one by one, letting him pick up my

panty. I looked at the guy. He took it to his face and took a deep breath, and again started to

rub his tool. His partner then did the same and then gave it to the man standing behind me.

He had by now palmed my crotch over the sari with his left hand. He took my bikini panty

with his right hand.

"See how wet you are", he said, bringing my underwear to my face. It was soaking wet.

‘What is happening to me', I said to myself.

B

y now, the men to my sides had raised my sari almost up to my crotch. I couldn't believe

that nobody in the bus knew what was happening. I had lost track of time. I did not know

where the bus had reached. Very few people had got down. Everybody seemed to be going

to the last stop. The man behind me now took charge of holding up my sari. He loosened his

grip over my crotch, and then raised my sari all the way up to my waist. He then put his bare

hands on my lower abdomen just below where my petticoat was tied. I could feel the cold

wind hitting against my bare cunt. The kid standing to my left had started to caress my

thighs. At the same time, the man to my right brought his left hand to my pussy. He pulled

apart my cunt lips with two fingers and pushed in his middle finger. A gasp escaped my

mouth and my head fell back on the shoulder of the man behind me. To add to my

excitement and humiliation, the man behind me stretched out his middle finger of the hand

holding up my sari and started to nudge my clit.

‘I am going to cum this way, between these strangers', I thought.

As my pussy was being probed, the man to my left took my left hand and put it on his hardon

over his pants. Seeing this the man on my right hold of my right hand. So I looked to find

what he wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock head. So it

was clear to me that he wanted me to shag him. He took my hand and placed it around his

throbbing member and then placed his own right hand over mine. He then started to

frantically shag it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load, which

trickled down on my wrists. The guy then took my hand and brought it ot my mouth. I

involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked his cum off my wrist. By now I was very close

to an orgasm. The man behind me kept flicking my clit slowly nudging me closer and closer

to a climax. His other hand was now expertly opening my blouse hooks on the front. It did

not take him too much time to open all six hooks and open up my blouse fully. As the blouse

opened under the sari, the man ran his thumb along the edge of my bra-cup along my

cleavage. And this was followed by him tucking his thumb inside me left bra-cup and pull it

aside and bunch it on the side. Soon he exposed my other boob also. My nipples were hard. I

was being stripped naked in the middle of this crowded bus and I was hesitantly liking it.

"Time to get down babe", said the man behind me.

I

did not know where he wanted me to get down, but I didn't ask. I was got down with the

two men behind me. Surprisingly the two sitting men didn't follow us. When I got down

with my blouse still open and bra pushed aside. When I looked around I realized that I had

missed my stop by a couple of stops. I was at a stop in a lonely lane about 10 minutes from

my house. I remembered asking my husband once why this stop was placed here, as I had

never seen anyone getting down or getting into a bus at this stop. It was really cold and we

were the only three people in the lane. The road ran between some land owned by a private

owner and was under litigation. So both sides of the road had walled deserted land. The man

who stood behind me in the bus then pulled me by my hand and took me to an opening in the

wall on one side and the kid followed us eagerly. The area looked to be filled with

overgrown grass. The dew had made the grass wet. The man took me just about 10-15 feet

from the opening in the wall and stopped. He then turned around and faced me. This was the

first time that I got a look at his face. He had a rough shaved look and short hair. He looked

about 40-45 years old and was wearing a kurta pajama. There was a minute of silence, as we

stood there motionless. I turned my head and looked at the kid's face. He was no more than

18 years old. He was staring at my exposed boobs under the sari.

The silence was broken as the man put his hand on my waist and in a flash undid the knot of

the waistband of my petticoat. This made the petticoat and the sari tucked in it fall to the

floor. I was fully nude below my half open blouse. I felt the cold breeze hit my shaven and

wet cunt. The blouse had a part of the sari pinned on the shoulder. This made the thin

material of my sari partially cover my nakedness. I crossed my legs slightly as if it was

going to hide my nudity. Even as I was doing this, the man roughly pulled out the open

blouse off my arms. This made the sari covering my front also to fall to the ground. So now I

was totally in the buff except for my black bra pulled away from my boobs.

" Hey kid, why don't you help me instead of just staring. C'mon now open up her bra hook

and make this bitch fully bare" said the man.

The kid standing behind us touched my bare back with his coarse fingers before leading

them to my bra-strap. He fumbled for more than a minute, before giving up the attempt.

Seeing this the man put his hand inside his pocket and took out a knife, and before I realized

what he was about to do, he put the knife between my skin and my bra and ripped off the

bra-strap between my bra-cups. As the bra too fell to the wet grassy floor, I was left standing

between the two strangers wearing only my sandals, my wristwatch, my earrings and my

mangalsutra (the necklace which all married Indian women wear). The kid behind me started

to squeeze my fleshy butt as I stood with my eyes lowered. I looked in direction of the road

sheepishly. We were barely 10 feet from the road. Anyone passing by could have seen me

naked. So the man in front of me smiled and then started to pull me towards a hut in one

corner of the plot. As it turned out he was the watchman of the land and lived here in the hut.

He opened the hut and pulled me inside. The kid entered the hut and closed the door. The hut

was barely 10 by 15 feet. It had a typical Indian cot made out of coarse ropes, a small

washing area with a translucent curtain for a door, a small fireplace in one corner to cook

food and a cupboard. There was a single light bulb in the hut. The hut was surprisingly

warm.

The man sat on the floor drinking water as he said, " okay young man, you go first. She is all

yours."

These words really brought feelings of humiliation to me. I felt like a cheap whore. But I had

behaved like it allowing these men to strip me. As I was thinking these things, the kid

grabbed me firmly from behind. His hands quickly grabbed my breasts, mauling it wildly.

Just then his hand felt my mangalsutra. He looked down and for the first time realized that I

was married.

" Oh my god. She is married", he gasped. This seemed to turn him on. Almost immediately

his other hand turned around my head and smooched my lips. By now, the Indian wife inside

me had taken a backseat. I was now exactly what they thought of me, a married and cheap

whore. So I responded by opening up my mouth for the eager tongue of the kid. We were

groping at each other's mouths for like a long time. We finally broke our lips when we were

out of breath. He then made me lie down on the coarse bed on my back with my face

hanging down on the other end. I lifted up my head to see the kid removing his clothes. The

other man was watching intently. Very soon the kid was between my legs pushing his hard

dick in my wet and sloppy pussy. As he entered my deep hole, a deep moan escaped my

mouth. I let my head fall back. The kid was thrusting in me rhythmically and at the same

time, his mouth was licking my neck and face and his hands were caressing my breasts. We

would also smooch once in a while. Being so excited, both of us climaxed simultaneously

into a shuddering orgasm. Our bodies were covered in sweat in the warm hut as we

embraced on the cot, trying to recover from the wild session. My back hurt due to my body

being crushed between the weight above me and the coarse ropes of the cot below me.

The kid got up and started to get dressed. Just then, the man got up and came up to the cot

and stared down at my sweaty naked body. " Okay bitch now I'm going to take you in your

ass", he said bluntly. These words were enough to make me horny again. He then turned to

the now dressed kid and said, " I need your help to spread up her ass." He then made me to

fold up my legs and hold them with my knees crushed up against my breasts. This made my

ass and my pussy exposed fully for them. The two guys stood on their knees on either side of

the cot. The man dug his middle finger in my wet cunt and pulled out the wet finger

glistening with my juices. He ran the fingertip from my cunt to my ass-hole. He caressed my

soft back passage entrance, probing his finger inside it not more than half an inch. He again

dipped his finger in my wet cunt for lubrication and this time managed to insert more than

half his finger in my tight ass.

‘ My ass is so tight. If I cannot take his finger, how will I take his penis in my ass. I hope he

is not too long or thick', I thought to myself as I stole a glance at his erection in his pants.

Even as I was thinking this, a wave of current ran through my spine as his middle finger

entered me fully and moved around examining my soft insides. He looked at my face and

then looked at the kid and said; " Now you do the same and get your finger inside with mine

remaining inside". I clutched on to my legs firmly as the second finger violated my back

passage. The two fingers moved in opposite directions, pulling apart my ass-cheeks. My ass

seemed to be loosening up as the man took out his finger to dip two fingers in my cunt. This

time he rammed the two fingers in me. Soon there were six fingers inside my ass. As the two

men removed their fingers, I could see partially how loose my anal opening had become. I

was then made to get up and kneel down beside the cot and bend forward with my hands

holding on to the crisscrossing ropes of the cot and my legs spread. The man kneeled down

behind me and spread my ass cheeks wider. I could feel his hard dick head touching my asscrack.

He pushed his erection in to my pussy and moved it around. He then did the same

with his fingers and lubricated my butt-hole. Then in one big push he rammed his tool in my

rear. I could not believe how easily his tool pushed inside all the way.

‘ This isn't so bad. I can take it in my ass', I thought.

But what I had not realized was that he had some more to push inside me. Now my body

started to feel the pressure of his dick ripping my ass. I started to breathe heavily, clutching

on to the cot firmly. He remained inside my for some time, allowing me to calm down.

When he felt that I was all right, his thrusting started slowly and gathered momentum. His

hands were expertly fondling my breasts and at the same time rubbing my clit. As the first

orgasm rushed through my body, a loud moan escaped my mouth and juices flowed down

my thighs. He waited for my orgasm to subside and then again started the thrusting. " Oooh

yes I'm close", he whispered. Within seconds I felt his warm load filling up my ass. There

was no way that it could come out of my ass. It felt really odd to have his dick go limp while

inside me. He pulled out of me and got up. I remained in the same position drenched in

sweat and totally exhausted. But he was not done. He came to my face and put his limp dick

in my mouth and ordered me to clean it. I licked off the mixture of his semen & my juices

off his organ.

I didn't realize when I dozed off. When I got up I was sleeping naked on the floor. The

owner of the hut was sleeping on the cot, also naked and the kid was nowhere to be seen. I

looked at my watch. It was 5 in the morning. I got up quietly and decided to get out before

he could get up. I looked around for my clothes. Suddenly I realized that I was naked when I

entered the hut. So I sneaked out of the hut totally naked, with my sandals in my hand. It was

still dark outside. This made it difficult for me to search for my clothes. I kept searching for

my clothes for more than half an hour. At the end of it all I could find was my petticoat but

without its string. So I could not even tie it around the waist. I was now naked for more than

10 hours.

‘ That ass hole kid must have taken my clothes as a souvenir', I thought.

S

o I walked back to the hut and entered it quietly. Luckily I found a coat hanging by a nail. I

took the coat and again exited the hut. The woolen coat came up to my knees. But the bad

part was that it had no buttons to close it. So I wore my sandals and held the coat tightly

around my stomach. My house was more than 10 minutes away. I walked quickly all the

way to the house. As soon as I entered the house and slammed the door shut, I rushed to the

bathroom and turned on the shower. I stood under the shower cleaning all the sweat and the

cum on and in my body. I came out of the shower and started to wipe myself looking in the

mirror. I had red marks all over my back and arms due to the coarse ropes of the cot. Though

I had enjoyed it, I was happy that it was over. I got in to the bed and pulled over the

comforter. I took off my wristwatch and my earrings. Just then the horror struck. My

mangalsutra was missing. It was very very important to me. It was a very old piece of

jewellery passed from generation to generation in my husband's family.

And I had forgotten it at that man's house during my wild romp. I had to get it back at any

cost. Any cost?