Note: Tried something new. A crossover story. Had fun writing it. Trigger warning. Involves enthusiastic adultery and hot wives.
P narrates:
It was a chilly night in the North Indian plains and I was huddled in the dark back corner of the rickety bus with the father of my second child. His hands pawed at my ample chest under the blanket and his hard dick poked against my butt even through his pants. All the passengers around us were asleep and th mmere was luggage in many seats so he was getting extra fresh and I wondered if he might take out his dick again.
I had already been discreetly fucked sitting on top of him in the bus. It was crazy the kinds of risks this man made me willingly take. And yet I went along. This was now my second such trip with him. And if last time a dozen years ago was any indication, the night was far from over.
His hand slipped down to my pussy. That's when the bus lurched to a stop. The door opened and two people got on. A beautiful woman in her 30s walked in first. She was dressed in a fashionable salwar kameez that looked wrinkled.
She had a very curvy figure and an innocent pretty face. She had a nose ring in her septum and mehendi and light jewellery like a new bride. Both of us stared at her a little as she walked to an empty seat next to two old women in the middle of the bus.
"I'd do her." he whispered to me. Who wouldn't you do, I wanted to ask him. From the conversations and comments about his past, I was probably his 75th lover. And his most prized one, he knew as he squeezed my tits hard like he always did when horny.
He squeezed my boobs like they were his property hanging on my chest, not the way my husband lovingly caressed them. And in that, oddly, lay his sexual appeal for me. How he treated my body like his property.
To the world, I was a respectable housewife and mother of two in my forties. To him, I was his sexual plaything.
But he was right that she was a strikingly beautiful woman.
Behind her was a lithe older Nepali man carrying bags who said something to her and then walked to an empty seat just next to us. He put the bags in the aisle. Probably her servant. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep but I could see that he stared at us a bit, wondering why a memsaab looking lady was in the embrace of an older scruffy laborer guy. He stared at us openly.
Sajid seemed to notice this attention and seemed to poke harder at my butt. He did always enjoy an audience. He had already flashed me to a couple of men on the bus discreetly. He liked showing me off. And I liked being shown off by him.
As the lights were turned off and the bus got moving, I could almost tell what was about to happen, with an audience member awake and aware. Nothing turned my lover on like an audience of men. Sure enough, I felt Sajid pull the blanket off me to reveal my half exposed tits to the new arrival. The street lights showed my erect pink nipples to the guy. Who moaned a soft approval.
Sajid then slid my long skirt all the way up, exposing my legs to the old man. And revealing that I was not wearing any panties. My legs rubbed against each other in arousal and my pussy fell warmer.
M narrates:
Our so-called "marriage" started off with a big fight. He was my third husband in a way and the one who argued with me more than the first two combined. And yet I couldn't stay away from him. Or just leave him alone.
I don't know if it's the accident that took my first husband that messed up my head or my second husband being a proud male slut, but my sexual moral compass was very broken.
This third "husband" of mine had been upset at my sleeping with other men, though it only happened because of his actions. I had been upset at why we needed to take a rickety bus for such a long distance. We could have flown or taken the train using my money. But he insisted on cheap buses. It all had to be on his dime for him to assert his ownership over me. It wasn't enough that I had agreed to this ridiculous experiment. He had to control everything every moment in ways my real husband never did.
We argued at home as I packed after my real husband and child left. Between fucking. We argued before and after the sham wedding he set up. First he fucked me on the floor of the living room. Then he rage fucked me in the kitchen. I came four times in half an hour as he pounded away at me in all three holes tossing my body around. Trying to reclaim me in a way. The orgasms were so satisfying! I had been with other men since giving up on monogamy but no one made me respond like him.
We missed the first bus because of the sex. The others were packed. We argued at the bus stand. I was eyeing taxis and he was getting upset at me for even thinking about one. And then he took me to a dark corner and angrily took me from behind. And then I swallowed his cum.
The fighting and the amazing sex seemed to go hand in hand since I became this watchman's sometime mistress. Even with the other men, the more grudge filled the situation, the more I enjoyed the sex. The more risky a situation, the more I enjoyed the sex. My real husband was clearly freaked out by this, but given that he had bedded dozens of women, he didn't have a leg to stand on.
Finally late at night, we got on a random bus going only partway to Delhi which had only two seats left, separate. Both of us were relieved at a break after hours of arguing, just after our "wedding". We would be spending our "wedding night" apart, we realized. Exhausted and asleep.
I craned my neck and saw he was sitting sideways looking out the window across the aisle. Probably sleeping. I realized I had left my phone in his pocket so I tried to catch his eye. But he didn't look at me. I thought I'd just take a nap and closed my eyes.
I had no idea how long I slept but I woke up to a bump in the road and took a few moments to remember why I was next to an old woman in an old bus.
I tried to check my phone for any messages for my actual husband but then remembered that Dara had it.
As I walked to the back of the bumpy bus, I noticed there were some movements against the back window. After a few seconds my eyes got used to the darkness and I stood in stunned silence.
My so-called "husband", who pulled me away from my comfortable fuck filled wealthy life for a strange fake monogamy experiment in poverty, was getting his dick stroked by some random bus whore as she was clearly being fucked by a short swarthy old man spooning her under a blanket. She paused when she saw me. She had a pretty face and light eyes.
I wasn't sure if I was more surprised, outraged, or aroused to find Dara in yet another threesome. In a bus too.
It took them all a few moments to register my presence. I instantly turned around and went back to my seat, embarrassed and upset. There would be another fight for sure over another woman.
P narrates:
An orgasm was approaching fast as I locked eyes with the nameless Nepali stranger. Sajid was giving it to me in quiet but deep strokes and playing with my clit.
The other man then opened and lowered his pants to reveal a pretty impressive thick cock that was erect. He stroked it and watched.
"Play with his cock, slut! That's what you like now, don't you? Go ahead. Do it."
Sajid bit my ear as he whispered this. The old man seemed to have heard, because he slid closer and into the aisle so I could reach him. The other passengers were asleep but I wasn't sure for how long.
I eagerly reached for yet another new cock, and felt Sajid get faster. The guy purred his appreciation as I skillfully pleasured his shaft while my guy pleasured my cunt and clit. In public. Biting my lips, I tried my best to not make any noise.
I stroked him for a lot longer than I stroked the average guy. I guess he was also a long lasting type. I wondered if Sajid would share me with him all the way. So far, he had never had me do more than hand and blowjobs to other men. So it seemed unlikely.
But then an interesting thing happened that changed the equation.
That beautiful woman who had got on with him was suddenly standing a couple of feet away, glaring at us. My hand was at his dick. I politely let go, but then she turned around and walked away. Maybe embarrassed to have walked into a shady situation when she just came to get something from her bag from her servant.
But then she paused and gave me a look of such intense jealousy that just as my orgasm hit, I realized that I might be looking at a kindred spirit. An upper class woman who was dilly dallying with someone well beneath her station! And I was now her "other woman".
That made me grab his dick and and start stroking it hard. But the man seemed to want an escalation. He got up and stood next to our seat, his dick now close to my mouth.
No one asked me, though I would not have said no. But a couple of looks passed between the two men and I felt Sajid's head move in a nod. And another new dick entered my once monogamous mouth with his permission.
The stranger's cock hit the back of my throat and I had to cough. The woman looked behind, I could tell. I then got mouth-fucked with an intensity I had not had from any men except Sajid. And he also seemed to have noticed because he started rutting harder. But he did not cum even after a few minutes.
"Let me fuck her." he whispered, looking at Sajid.
"No." My lover simply said.
"You can fuck my memsaab in the ass at the next stop."
I felt Sajid's cock twitch inside me and he started cumming.
Anal is one thing he had tried a couple of times to talk me into, but I had always refused. It seemed like it would be painful with his thick shaft. But each time he asked, I got more intrigued.
Now he was being offered a dream deal. He could fuck another high class memsaab, that too in the ass. And all he had to do in return was hand over me, an established slut who had already "cheated" on him many times.
"Let's see." He simply answered. But I knew I was about to be shared with a random stranger. Another notch in my slut career.
Before the face fuck could finish, the bus started slowing down and street lights lit up the bus. We all instantly got decent. But I could see Sajid and the old man exchanging looks and nodding.
It seemed like I was about to be shared in a memsaab swap!
The driver pulled over the bus to a stop near a highway dhaba saying it was a half hour to forty five minutes halt. Most passengers stayed sleeping, but a few got up. Sajid nudged me to get up and the other man smiled and fell in behind us.
"Come." he grabbed the woman by her arm from her seat, confirming that he was her lover not servant. And the four of us quietly walked out of the bus. Sajid stayed behind half a minute to have a word with the bus conductor before catching up with me.
"What was that?" I asked. He said nothing. Just stared at the other woman's ass as she argued with her beau.
M narrates:
I was stewing inside sitting on my seat, occasionally looking back and seeing my supposed new husband getting his dick sucked by some random trollop.
But then the bus began slowing down and I quietly chuckled as they had to break up their amorous activities. I looked at the woman a little more carefully.
She did not seem like a street whore or a maid or something. She seemed like an upper class lady herself! Did the man have a magnet for such women?
The bus stopped and I saw them walk forward. Dara pulled me up by the arm and we started getting off the bus.
"What are you doing?"
"Just shut up and come along."
"Who are they? Are they your friends? Who is she? I thought you wanted this marriage so we are faithful. And literally less than 24 hours..."
"Will you shut it for a change?" he hissed.
"I have to go to the washroom."
"So go!"
