(This is the story of a working wife getting forced by the employees of her husband in a compelling circumstances and discovering her husband's cuckold nature and finally both enjoying the same)
I'm a married woman aged 25 years, married about two years back. I'm working as a lecturer in a college since last three years. I am 5'3", extremely bright complexioned and my vital statistics 34-32-36. I know that many male students of mine fantasize about me and they keep surveying me as I take their classes.
My husband, Rajeev, is an automobile engineer and is the owner of a chain of automobile garages along the national highway. He is a stout man of 36. We met accidentally before our marriage when my car had a break down and his men repaired it. After a brief period of courtship we got married.
Rajeev is very hard working and his roadside garages provide all emergency and sophisticated services. He has about 24 staff working under him in different garages. We live in our own bungalow which is adjacent to the main garage on the highway. Sitting at the central garage adjacent to our bungalow, Rajeev, co-ordinates the functioning of all the garages.
We have three staff working in our central garage. They are Sunil, a Bengali man of about 27 years, Munna, aged 24 from Bihar and Chandel aged 29 from Haryana. They are all trained mechanics and learnt conscientiously from Rajeev.
Of them, Chandel is also a very good driver who usually drops me to the college or brings me back to home when Rajeev is busy in his works. Sometimes in our trips to the nearby towns, Chandel drives our car. In our campus, there are three quarters between the garage and our bungalow where they live.
Things were running smoothly and Rajeev effectively monitored the jobs of all the garages. Of the three staff of our central garage, Rajeev depended extremely on Munna and he often told me that Munna will someday have his own garage because he had instinctive love for automobile.
It was during the September last year that Rajeev told me that some valuable spares were missing from the go-down of our central garage. When Rajeev casually asked our staff about the stock position of that spare they all replied that the stock had exhausted long back.
But Rajeev was not satisfied, his inventory check indicated that six pieces of those spares were last bought about two years back while thereafter only two bills indicated that two numbers of this spare were used for customers. So by that calculation four more pieces should have been in the store.
Rajeev was brooding over this for quite sometimes and one day when the three staff were out in the evening Rajeev managed to open their quarters and found the spares in their quarters hidden very carefully. In the course of this he also found a few other less valuable spares in their dens.
Rajeev was angry like anything for they not only stole the spares but tried to misguide him and it was a breach of trust we had on them. Before their return, Rajeev lodged FIR with police and by the time they returned police were waiting to search their quarters for the missing spares.
As they saw police, the colour of their faces changed and they tried to avoid the search by pleading emotionally to Rajeev. But both Rajeev and police were adamant and soon police recovered the stolen items. Munna was trying to say something but Rajeev was so angry that he slapped Munna in front of police and it was the inspector who saved Munna from further assault.
All the three were arrested and since then Rajeev decided not to retain any staff in the central garage permanently but to manage the work by rotating his staff from other garages. Their quarters were sealed by police. Rajeev decided to install CC Camera in our entire campus including the garage and bungalow. CC Cameras were already there in our workshop and in all other garages owned by us.
Things went on as usual and we almost forgot about the incident except when there were dates of hearing in the court for the theft case and even that too had frequent adjournments. In the absence of Chandel, I started to drive for reaching my college.
With the lock down due to pandemic our garages had to be closed; Rajeev was very upset not only because his business was closed and he was jobless but mainly because he had to say good bye to his staff after paying them one months' salary in advance. He often discussed with me about the future of his workers who were without any employment. But with our own business shut down indefinitely, we could not think of retaining the staff without jobs.
My college was also closed though I continued to receive the salary. Petty theft cases like the one of our garage were no longer heard during the lock down and we almost forgot about Munna, Sunil and Chandel.
This year the Vaisakhi celebration (celebration of new year as per Indian calendar) was at low ebb due to over all scenario. Our relatives could not visit us nor could we. It was three days after Vaisakhi. We were in our bedroom. As a part of homely celebration Rajeev and me had taken some whiskey after dinner and went to sleep by 10.30.
I don't know exactly how much time we slept when sound of something falling heavily awakened me. In the semi darkness of the room I could see Rajeev being forcibly carried away from bed by some men and though Rajeev was trying to resist he was hardly equivalent to the miscreants.
My heart was leaping fast in anxiety because I was sure we were being robbed. As my brain cleared a bit I saw there were three men who made Rajeev sit on the sofa and tied him there with plastic ropes. Rajeev could not make sound as his mouth was covered with leucoplast. I was shivering in terror, apprehending what might happen to us.
I could see three men with arms - one was holding a revolver while the other two had steel rods and daggers with them. I looked for our mobile phones kept on the head box when we go to sleep but found that they were not in place.
Then one of the men addressed me in a harsh voice, "You come out near your husband if you don't want to see him hurt."
I desperately tried to locate the mobiles when one of them holding the handsets in his hand said, "Are you looking for these? Come here to take them."
I was wearing a sleeveless nightie that revealed the cleavage clearly. So I wrapped a bed sheet around me and in the half darkness came near the sofa at the centre of the bedroom. I saw Rajeev was trying to make sound but he was tipsy due to whiskey and moreover his mouth was covered with leucoplast. As I looked at Rajeev to see if he was hurt, one of the men said, "Don't worry we have not hurt him yet."
I shivered along my spine, "not yet" means they would hurt.
"What do you want? Don't hurt us and take away whatever you want," I pleaded in a soft voice.
"We want to settle an old score but we don't want to hurt you if you co-operate," said one of them.
Rajeev in the meantime was making desperate efforts to free himself though his hands were so tightly tied that it only hurt him. In a flash I was thinking about the possible motives they might have - to take away all the valuables, to loot our garage, to ravish me, to kidnap Rajeev and demand extortion and many more other probabilities usually linked to such robbery.
