My Wife's Bus Journey

After a very rainy day in Mumbai
It had never rained like this before in Mumbai. All transportation,railand road had come to a halt. The city was reeling under the worst rainsin 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 ownrespective offices on advice from others. There was traffic jams allover 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 ofquestion as most streets were still flooded and the trains were not yetrunning. I heard a few buses were plying though. I called my wife andtold her to wait outside her office. I took a taxi and it took onlyfiveminutes to reach her office. The streets in South Mumbai weresurprisingly absolutely empty today.

But that was just the beginning. The taxi driver refused to go anyfuther than Parel and our house was still a long way off. The taxidriver 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 everyoneinthe city was taking buses. Though we have never in our life travelledlike this, we had no choice today.

My 35 year old wife Anu was very agitated. “Adi, bus par kaise ghar jaasakte hain” she asked.?

“We have to” I replied “we have no choice.”

She looked tired, her sari was crumpled and her hair looked uncombedafter 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 rushinginside.We had to run along too. I kept my wife in front of me, and pushed herinside the door, along with other people. A wave of people pushed usinside 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 itsdestination I had barely managed to get up the steps. I looked aroundfor Anu to find her well inside the bus. I heaved a sigh of relief. Shedidn’t seem to be injured or anything like that. She was holding ontothe handle above with one hand and the seat handle next to her with theother hand.

The bus was packed, the streets awful and bumpy and I was reallylookingforward 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. Shetoo looked sleepy and her eyes seemd to be closing now and then. Poorher, what all she had to go through, I thought as I looked at herlovingly. Despite her tired and ruffled looks, she still looked pretty.

As I was in my thoughts, my eyes fell on the people behind her. Irealized there were no women where she was standing. I felt protectiveand 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 fewfeettowards her. As I was trying to wriggle my way. I noticed the guystanding right behind her. He was very close behind my wife and wastrying to look down her shoulder. My wife’s eyes were closed and shedidn’t realize her pallu had fallen over exposing her blouse. And Iknewwhat this guy was upto, what he was trying to see.

I tried to make my way towards my wife, but was becoming increasinglydifficult. Even people were getting seriously angry with me. And Icouldn’t possibly shout at my wife to tell her to pull up her pallu. Itwould be very embarrassing. So I helplessly looked at the man trying topeep into my wife’s blouse. I was wriggling my way inch by inch as Ikept my eyes on this ugly looking man. Though I still didn’t manage toget close enough to ward off this guy, I managed to get to a positionwhere 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 andwhenever the bus would go over a bump or a ditch, he would take theopportunity to press onto my wife ! My wife who still looked asleepdidn’t realize what was happening.

I was raging with anger. I wanted to push aside all the otherpassengersand go up to this guy and punch him. I would have actually implementedmy thoughts, but something inside me told me to stop. I didn’t knowwhatit 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 herarms, exposing substantial portions of her blouse. Her ample breaststightly filled her blouse and the man seemed to be enjoying what he wasseeing.

Getting no reaction from my sleeping wife, the man seemed to getbolder.In the beginning he would press only during a bump or a jerk of thebus,but now he kept pressing against her, even when the bus was on smootherroads.

I could see his groin was pressing against my wife’s back. Noone elsecould 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 downagainst my wife’s ass. Very gently as not to be noticed. He suddenlylooked around to see if anyone was watching him, and I swung my headaway in time.

After a few seconds I turned my head back to see him continue do whathewas 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 verychaotic inside. I could hear people shouting at each other. In themeleeI could see another guy, standing next this ugly chap, move next to mywife. And then this new guy, pretended as if there was a push from thecrowd from the other end and moved right in front of my wife. My wifewoke up startled.

“Dhaka kyun de rahe ho” my wife asked angrily “aur mujhe peeche kyunkia“ ?

“sorry madam, bus stop mein aur log andar aaye, unhone dhaka diyamujhe”he replied apologetically“ thodi der ki baat hai, please adjust karlijiye”

On hearing the apologetic tone of this man, my wife calmed down. Thebusstarted moving.My wife pulled up her pallu, and held the handle above with both herhands 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 in between them. But she didn’t realise it, or at least didn’t notice anything unusual. She wasinmiddle 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 up to 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 nowhewas at a sniffing distance of my wife’s armpits ! and it almost seemdhewas doing just that. Smelling the scent of my wife’s armpits !!!
The man in front now gently and slowly started to press backwards. Mywife was tightly sandwiched in between them.

The man behind must have got terribly aroused as he suddenly put hishands on Anu’s ass. He kept it still for a moment, and then pushed hishands further to the front of Anu..She must have been really very tired and sleepy as she still keptsleeping.

Finally his hands were on her blouse. By now one or two other guyscloseby could see what was happening. But that didn’t stop this manfromdoing what he wanted to.

He very gently rubbed her nipples over her blouse with one finger.Afteralmost five minutes of doing that, he moved his hand over the exposedarea of her waist. After lying still on her waist, he moved his handsfurther 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 astart, as he pushed his hand into her sari.

She didn’t even have enough time to realise what was happening as thisman quickly pushed his hand deep into her sari till her crotch with onepush.

She mumbled, but must have realized, that she couldn’t shout andattractattention with this man’s hand in her sari. It would be tooembarrassing. She tried to wriggle out, but the man just kept his handinside.

My wife’s face was distorting due to the effort she was putting intrying to free herself and also due to her anger. But she had to becareful 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’shand from her sari. She kept wriggling but suddenly the man gave onehard push downwards, and she stopped still for a moment. Her eyesclosedtight 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’sface.Seeing Anu’s reaction, I could see he bagan to move his hands in hersari. Sort of up and down or rather in and out movement. Was his handson my wife’s vagina…or even inside ?
I could feel my cock stir. I was feeling guilty at being aroused onseeing my wife being molested in the bus, but I couldn’t help myreactions.

For a few seconds my wife’s eyes remained closed and her teeth wereclenched tight. Suddenly she opened her eyes, as if she realizedsomething. She looked around. Perhaps searching for me. I ducked out ofher sight, but still could see her from the gap of two persons. She hada puzzled look on her face on not finding me. She must have thought Ihave got a place to sit or am far away. Her only source of help was notto be seen and she was very tensed and worried.

If I was not so turned on, I would have whacked the daylights out ofthis man. I was feeling sorry for my wife, but also aroused at the sametime. 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 belowwith his hands. His hands definitely had an in and out movement insideher sari as my wife struggled helplessly to free herself. Her teethwereclenched continouosly.

This man had perhaps done this to several other women earlier, as hecould anticipate their reaction. He must have known from pastexperiencethat once you have your hands in women’s clothes, they are not going tocreate a scene and draw attention. He had safely counted on that, withmy wife too, and it seemed to be working. He grew bolder and placed hisother 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 wouldpush 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 wifeunable to struggle. With the other hand the man started to squeeze mywife’s breasts too, which made my wife go weak. She let loose her gripon his hands, as she was unable to even stand properly.

The two guys on either side of them were watching wide-eyed, obliviousto my wife. The molestor knew that they were being watched, but guesshewas enjoying having an audience.

The man now moving his groin against Anu’s ass as if he were fuckingherfrom behind.Anu was too weak to struggle. She just stood motionless, infact herbodywas falling backward on the man for support.

The man looked around again to see if anyone was watching, apart fromthe two guys on next him. His head was still but hands were movingfast.No one could make that out because of the bumpy bus ride and almost allother passengers were sleeping as well.

As the man kept moving his fingers in and out of my wife’s vagina, shealmost reclined her head on his chest. The man was now very emboldened,certain that she wont scream or shout. He withdrew his other hand fromher blouse and reached for her sari. He bent a bit and held the bottompart of her sari and slowly began to pull it up, exposing Anu’s legs.Hepulled it up further, exposing her thigh’s now. Realising what washappening, my wife looked alarmed. But the man held the sari in betweenher ass and his crotch and with his free hand pressed her boobs hard.Itwas enough to freeze her. Anu was too nervous and tense to say or doanything.

From above, her sari looked normal but if one looked further below,onecould see her sari had been pulled uptil her ass, exposing her thighsand even a bit of her buttocks. I couldn’t imagine in my wildestdreams,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 tothe 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 hegoingto penetrate my wife right in middle of the bus. My wife had no ideawhat to expect as she was facing the other side.

Not wanting to take any risk regarding my wife’s reaction, he waitedforthe bus to go over a big bump before he did anything more. And hedidn’thave to wait for long.As the bus rocked from side to side, while going over a rough patch onthe road. The man took advantage of the situation and pretended to fallover her and in the process pushed his cock onto my wife’s vagina. Itdidn’t go in, in the first attempt, but it made my wife panic. Her eyesopened wide, and before she could protest verbally the bus went overanother bump. The man pretended to fall on her again and this time hewas inside her. Oh what a sight. My wife being fucked right in middleofa packed bus !

She was in state of shock. Only muffled cries were coming from hermouth. 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 ifto gauge her reaction. She was motionless too, just tears building upinher eyes. Definitely she couldn’t attract any attention now from fellowpassengers. She was in a very vulnerable and helpless state.
He seemed to be in no hurry, knowing well, that she was under hiscomplete control.

He began to move his cock in and out. My wife again shut her eyes andclenched her teeth.

He was moving deep in and out, but in a restrained way with minimal assmovement as not to attract the attention of the man standing behindhim.

After a minute or two of continuous fucking, my wife’s lips parted. Icould see even her body had begun to move – moving to the the rhythm ofthe man’s body ! I couldnt believe it. Was my wife beginning to enjoyit ?

The very thought brought out precum from my cock.

I was watching this man fucking my wife right in middle of the bus. Hewas trying to keep a straight face so that if others see him, theyshouldn’t be able to make out whats going on. But my wife was having adifficult time trying to keep a straight face. With every stroke fromthe man’s cock, her lips would part and I think they were accompaniedbysoft moans too. She was definitely enjoying her molestation.

The man was soon cumming.His body stiffened and he started ejaculatinghis cum inside my wife ! I think the liquid in her womb made her squirmeven more out of pleasure.

The man’s limp cock flopped out from my wife’s pussy. I could see hissemen was trickling out of my wife’s pussy onto her thighs.
Satisfied, he looked at the the two guys watching him and winked. Theguys had a smile on their face and one of them whispered something inthe ears of the guy who had just fucked my wife. He smiled andexchangedplaces with the new guy.

God, is the other guy going to fuck my wife too, I thought. He didexactly that. My wife must have know it’s a new guy, but she was fartooaroused 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 unzippedhis trousers and put her hand in. My wife didn’t need any persuasion asshe began to fondle his cock as the the other guy kept fucking her. Mywife masturbated the man to his climax and he came all over the back ofher sari, which she didn’t notice as her eyes were closed and the guyswere behind her. And soon the man fucking my wife followed. He pulledout his dick and came on her ass.

What a sight it was. It was unbelievable. These guys had turned my wifeinto a horny slut. As the pulled up their zips, I could see my wife wasstill squirming. I wondered why. But soon I could see that the man infront of her was fingering her pussy, though he was facing away fromher. He kept fingering her for a while, as her squirms got a bitstronger. This made a couple of other guys notice her.

Her eyes were closed as the fingers of her fellow passengers keptfingering her pussy.Atleast 5-6 persons were watching the man masturbating my wife in thebus.

This obscene show of my wife went on for around 10 minutes as the guyswatched my wife in awe. Her body was almost dancing on the fingers ofthe man in front of her.

Suddenly she broke out into spasms. She was having a orgasm, right infront of the lustful eyes of her co-passengers. Her orgasm hit herhard.While trying to not let out loud moan she snuggled her face onto theshoulders of the man in front of her. Her whole body seemed to beresting on the man masturbating her. She violently began to rub hercrotch 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 itdid subside, she came crashing back to reality. I could see she wasfeeling very ashamed. She couldn’t raise her head or look at anyone.Noteven 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 stoparrived within 5 minutes.

A few people got down there. Luckily none were those guys. She lookedfor 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" Iwas 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 aswe walked home. But others on the way noticed that. Even our regulargrocer, whose shop falls on the way, was staring at her sari, trying toascertain 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 herass had the wet patches.“Fuck me, Fuck me” she moaned
I never heard my wife use those words before. She was a transformedwoman. She had become a sex slut. And all that because of a bus journey!!