I was sitting in the crappy rexine seat, my face in my hands, at my wits end. An hour ago, I had been a successful start-up founder with my gorgeous and intelligent loyal wife by my side, heading towards the greatest deal of my life. A deal that could make me a millionaire if not a billionaire. But now here I was, in a totally different situation. Having watched my wife willingly walk away with a willing thug into the dark woods, worried about her chastity and safety.
I guess Raju saw how distraught I was.
"Get up, saab. Let's go get some chai." he said, nudging me.
We walked out of the bus and towards the shack. I got a few weird looks from the other passengers. I soon realized it was because of my visible hard-on but I didn't care. Raju got me a cup of chai, a samosa and offered me a cigarette. I hadn't smoked in almost a decade, but I felt the situation warranted it. So I took it.
"I want to go where they are." I said after taking a lot swig of the chai and taking a long drag from the cigarette.
"Why, saab?" Raju sincerely asked. He had put his knife away. It was almost like we were buddies now. In his mind, at least.
"I just want to make sure she is okay." I said, exhaling the smoke. I had forgotten how good it felt.
"She will be okay. Trust me." he said, rubbing my shoulder in an overly familiar way. "I know he seems scary but Ustaad is a gentle soul."
"Yeah, right!"
"Trust me, saab. Your wife will not be hurt. You needn't worry about it. Unless...." he smiled.
"Unless?"
"Unless.....well...you want to watch it."
"Watch what?"
"You think they are solving crossword puzzles in there?" Raju said and started laughing loudly at his own joke. The driver was close to us and he snickered at me too.
"Just let me go there." I said earnestly. "If Ustaad gets angry, so be it."
"Hehe, you think I am stopping you because of him? You think he will get angry?"
"Won't he?"
"Fuck no! He likes it when husbands are watching. I am just trying to spare you the torture."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh saab...you still haven't learned." he tapped me in a friendly way on the shoulder again, and then launched into a long monologue. "I have seen Ustaad in action with women before. He is a predator. And they are a willing prey. I don't know what it is. Maybe it is his big burly body or his arrogant personality. Most women have a natural attraction to it. Sure, it doesn't start off that way. It starts off with his threats and brandishing a weapon. But a few moves from him and they are putty in his arms. You saw what happened in the bus. Your wife is no different. She wants him now. It's not your fault. It's just how he is. And you have seen how things progressed so far. Do you really want to see the next episode? Do you want to see her wanting him?"
"I do." my ears felt hot.
"But why, man?" Raju seemed perplexed. "I assure you that in a few hours, he and I will be gone and you can forget the whole thing ever happened. Like a bad accident."
"I still want to be there." I angrily said.
"Fine, come along." Raju said.
He picked up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and walked towards the trees. I followed him. We took a few steps when he stopped and turned around.
"Where the fuck are you going?" he loudly said.
I thought he was talking to me. So I opened my mouth to say something when I heard a voice behind me.
"To watch, asshole. You goons have made me stop my bus in the middle of nowhere. You think I don't want to watch that shapely memsaab get banged?"
It was the driver. A wiry old fella. I was in half a mind to stop him but Raju just shrugged, turned around, and started walking.
"He is right. I owe him that much. Just so you know, saab, we might have to search around a little. I know Ustaad went in this way and I know how he usually picks his spots. But we have never been here before." Raju said.
"Just get me there please." I said.
Every step I took, I was acutely aware of what I was walking towards. My high class educated sophisticated wife had just walked off into the wood with a goon, dressed in a flimsy cardigan and sweatpants. I had seen how she was writhing beneath his hairy body in the confines of the cramped bus seat. I kinda knew how she would be with him in the open. But I still kept walking, my hard-on intact.
Raju was right. We did have to search around a bit. He initially took us in a direction that led us towards an open field with no one there. It was still darkness as far as the eye could see. We back-tracked to a fork and went in the other direction. That led us to a small pond. But no humans around. So we back-tracked a little further and course-corrected until we reached our destination.
As we approached the end of the woods, I started hearing some slurping and groaning noises. I started to run towards them but Raju stopped me with his knife.
"Stay here." he harshly said and walked towards the end of the tree-line. He looked out and smiled.
"What is it?" I asked. "Is it them?"
"Yes, come over, you two." he whispered to me and the driver who had silently been accompanying us.
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The driver and I joined Raju and peered towards the direction he was pointing in.
There was a small ravine past the trees. There I saw the Ustaad standing, topless, with his pants open. And in front of him, squatting, was my gorgeous wife, naked from the waist down, wearing just an open cardigan. I felt betrayed and aroused at the same time.
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"Since we are being so honest, I am curious. What happened before that moment that I saw you almost naked sucking his dick so hungrily in the woods?" I asked, sounding obviously bitter.
"Well, if you must know....." she said, equally bitterly. ".....I followed him off the bus and into the woods. I will not lie to you. I was feeling very horny. I wanted him. Much of it, I think, was to punish you. But I also really wanted him in the carnal sense."
"Did you?" I asked, being extra bitter.
"I am just being totally honest. Yes, I did want him. He is a big brutish hairy muscular alpha-male. It set off some primeval button inside me. And I was still upset with you for your erection. And of course, the whole start-up nonsense."
"So you wanted to punish me?" I asked quietly.
"Partly." she also answered quietly. "Partly, I wanted to punish you. But mostly, and I am being totally honest, I wanted to feel him inside me. Call me a slut or a characterless harlot or whatever but I was just completely and totally in his thrall. Like a bitch in heat. I am telling you this with brutal honesty because I don't want you to think it was all your fault. Much of it was me acting on my natural urges."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"I don't know. I am just being honest. Yes, the evil brute slid up to me when I was alone and half-sleepy and held a gun to my stomach. Yes, he forced himself on me initially. But as time went by, I gave in to him, voluntarily. Because of the evil brute he was. Does that make me a sick evil slut?"
