Dear Reader,
This is the second part of the series The Ready Indian Wife. I hope you enjoyed reading the first part. In case you haven't read it, do check it out. As always, your feedback is appreciated.
Thank you.
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As I walked towards the town, I noticed my heartbeat getting intense. Was it fear? Was it the eagerness to embrace this new life-style? Or was it the nervousness associated with the novelty of experience? I didn't know for sure. Maybe it has to do a lot with breaking the established cultural norms. That we must not be physically associated with someone other than our spouse. It was an odd feeling. My hands were trembling, but my legs weren't stopping me from moving forward.
I reached the entrance of the town after a few minutes. There was a odd smell all around. Something which you wouldn't experience in a normal, high-class neighborhood. But it was a small town, and there were a lot of open drains. People were spitting everywhere, and little children were relieving themselves at the corners of the street. I couldn't expect a pleasant aroma in such a place! But could I expect sex with strangers in such a place?!
Despite all the unpleasant imagery and odour, I didn't think that I shouldn't have come here. In fact, I was glad I came here. People were staring at me as if I was an alien. By the look of their faces I could say that they knew I didn't belong here. Not that I wore fancy clothes or jewellery to stand out. I wanted to blend in, and only wore a plain sky blue saree and a red blouse. And the ear rings I wore weren't that fancy either. I want wearing any jewellery either. I don't know what gave it off, but I was wearing what women there were wearing. Maybe it was my skin colour. I was a lot fairer than all of them.
At first, it felt quite odd being stared at by everyone, including women and children. But I got used to it as I moved forward. After a few minutes of walking, I reached a point where the road diverged in two. The right one was a normal one, kinda looked like a residential area. But the left one was a local market. It was bustling with people. I wasn't here to play a safe game. Rather, I was here seeking pleasure and sex. So, avoiding my natural instinct to go right, I went left.
As soon as I took left I was in the middle of what felt like a 1000 people. It felt like I would suffocate due to lack of oxygen. Vendors were seated on both sides of the muddy road, which was about 10 foot wide. People flocked around these vendors to buy utensils, fruits, vegetables, clothes and footwear. I was looking at all the men for a suitable mate. Some were tall, some were dark, some were scary and most of them were horny. I could see the lust on their faces as I walked past them. The desire to rip my clothes and fuck me right in the middle of the market was clearly visible. It felt like I was a pretty deer walking past a pack of hungry lions. This excited me but it also scared me. I was starting to have second thoughts about the path I've chosen.
What am I doing here? What if I get raped? Some of these men look very scary. As much as I want to have the experience of having sex with multiple men, I don't want to get raped. I know consent is the only difference between rape and regular intercourse, and even though I have interest in experiencing a gangbang, I want it with my consent, not forcefully. With all these thoughts in my mind, the pace of my steps fell short of the pace of the crowd, and I felt someone's hands grabbing my waist for support.
I turned around to find a fat man, probably in his early 40s. He was shorter than me by a couple of inches and had a tattoo on his neck.
"Sorry, madam," he exclaimed, removing his hands from my body.
"It's okay," I replied.
I got back to my thoughts but started to walk at the pace of the crowd in order to avoid such a thing from happening again. After a few steps I felt his hands again. This time on my ass. I turned back to look at him. He did it intentionally. There was no pilling up of the crowd like earlier. I gave him a firm stare into his eyes and after he removed his hand, I continued to move forward.
I've been walking mindlessly since I got here. I have no plan of action. No strategy, nothing. As much as I'm loving getting attention from the men in the crowd, I can't just approach them to fuck me. That'd be very awkward. And I felt hands on my waist this time! What is this man's problem? I turned around fully this time and pointed my finger at him fiercely. That'd do it for him.
I started walking normally again and got back to thinking about my strategy. That's when something hit me. There's a man behind me who's making attempts to grope me and I tried to scare him. And here I'm bitching in my head about not knowing what to do or how to approach someone. What a fool I am! I turned my head sidewards to check if that man was still behind me. He was. Yay!
He may not be the most handsome man in the world that every woman dreams of, but at least he was man enough to continue pursuing me despite my angry stares and silent warnings. When I started thinking like this, I found his bold quality very masculine and attractive. When he made another attempt to touch me this time, I removed his hand quickly without looking back, in one final act of resistance to see if he'd do it again. A few minutes later, he did it again!
This time I didn't resist him or stare at him. I moved along as if nothing was happening. This emboldened him, and he moved closer to me. He started moving his palm all around my navel. His rough hands touching my soft skin gave a different feeling. I've never felt such rough hands on my body. He must be a construction worker or a factory worker. I used my saree to cover his hand so that nobody could see what was happening. I tried to maintain my normal facial expressions and looked around as if nothing was happening. But it was hard to control myself. That man was very naughty too. He brushed his hands so gently over my body that with every contact I was getting more and more aroused.
With his right hand on my navel, he used his left hand to grope my ass. I was very excited and horny. It's a different kind of excitement that it was happening in a public place where there's a chance of getting caught. Nevertheless I was soaking in all the pleasure and letting him do whatever he was doing. Some of the men seated on the corner of the road understood what was happening, and making making comments.
I heard one of them saying, "What a lucky man!"
The other one responded, "It has become common for these high-class ladies to seek pleasure from us working men."
"Shame it's not me there!"
I was surprised. Has this been going on before? Now I know why everyone was looking at me strangely. So, everyone knew why I was here? A sense of shame got over me as I contemplated their words.
We continued walking forward as he groped my body. Knowing fully I wasn't resisting his moves, he tried to push his hands into my saree. I resisted his move and directed his hands towards my boobs. This probably must've got him horny as he moved his hands towards my blouse very quickly. A wave of shock passed my body as he did that. The moment he touched my blouse, he started pressing my right boob. I was elated. He tried to locate my nipple and pulled my boob in every direction. After tracing my nipple, he pinched it very hard that I let out a huge sigh.
This got the attention of the woman beside me, who turned around and said, "Get a room, you whore! People are watching you!"
I came back to my senses. I felt so ashamed by her words that I pushed the man back and started walking away from there very fast. He kept following me, but I was faster than him. I didn't even look whose voice it was, but her referring to me as 'whore' made me very angry. I was furious. I knew she was right in saying so since I was seeking sexual pleasure in the middle of a market, but still, why only I was called a whore? Isn't the man behind me doing that too? He should've been called out too! Social perceptions about these things are very strange. I looked back and saw the man still following me but the distance between us grew longer. In order to avoid him, I crouched entered one of the shops that was near to me. I looked outside through the glass and saw that man walked past me. I let a sigh of relief.
"Are you alright mam?" I heard a woman's voice from behind. I turned back to notice I was in a cloth shop.
"Yeah! Uh-hmm I'm alright. Somebody was following me."
She looked like a very young girl. Someone in her late teens.
"Oh, is that so? You don't look you're from here?"
I replied with the first thing that came into my mind.
"I came he with my maid, but we got separated in the crowd. You look very young. Do you run this shop?"
"Oh! No, I'm just looking after the shop till my father returns from breakfast."
"Oh, Okay!"
"Would you like to purchase anything mam? We have all sorts of Sarees!"
The woman calling me a whore, and the man chasing me got me all worked up. I was angry and I was also ashamed. I decided to spend some time in the shop till I felt normal.
"Uh-humm, Okay Sure. Show me the best pieces you have."
"Of course, mam."
I looked behind her and there were indeed very good sarees in different colours, something one wouldn't find in a huge shopping mall. The prices here were also very cheap. I could buy 3 pieces here for the price of the one I wore. Still, the quality of the cloth was excellent. She showed them one after the other.
"The cloth is very good and looks durable," I commented as I touched the cotton saree laid down before me.
"Yes, mam. We focus more on quality."
"That's good. Most of the clothes in the city are over-priced and are of poor quality."
"I know mam. It's getting difficult to make sales when we have to compete with the so called 'brands' who spend a lot of money in advertising. People are more focused on the looks than the quality of the cloth. It's good to hear someone appreciating the quality of our cloth."
She sounded like a very mature and wise girl for her age. I was curious to know about her.
"You are a smart youngster. May I know what are you studying?"
"Mam, I'm studying BBA (Bachelors in Business Administration."
"That's nice. Relevant to the field of your father's business."
"Yes, mam. He's a very wise man."
"Mam, if you purchase anything, it'd be my first sale in my life. My father would really appreciate me for that."
She sounded like a true saleswoman, already investing me emotionally in the purchase.
