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Then, I could stand it no longer, it was now or never as I had myself started to loose confidence. "How dare you? How dare you lay your hands on me? You had promised that it will just be a kiss but now you've gone too far this time!" I said everything in one go panting from my exasperated speech, as it was the last chance for me to come out of it.

Suddenly me throat felt dry. I could only stare in horrified amazement at the triumphantly grinning figure of him in the dark. The enormity of the implication of his action was slowly etching itself on my disbelieving brain. "Will you please leave?" I said in a tone of quiet command, but he only edged forward, and then suddenly, grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me close to him. His other arm closed tightly around me, and I was paralyzed with fear. I decided that if I ignored him, he might get tired of his little game. "That night when you were with your husband I saw everything and I know how's big jerk your husband is, isn't it?" He taunted. "I know inside out of your husband, I know the size of his cock and I know he good for nothing for such a beautiful and sexy woman like you." I felt a rush of nausea, Oh God help me...he knows everything between my husband and me. "And I did see your pussy that night, all red and juicy and ready and I bet its never really fucked? "Oh stop it! Stop it!" I screamed suddenly, beginning to struggle wildly, unable to take any more of me captor's leering obscenities.

I felt that same hand slip down along the curve of me waist and once more cup my buttock, squeezing it intimately in a lustful gesture. I felt totally devoid of control over my own body and mind. Something had snapped in me when I had finally realized that this man had witnessed my flop lovemaking and now I realized his domination over me was complete. I was barely aware of his hand caressing my tummy, insinuating itself into my navel, inching slowly towards the folds of my saree. I was feeling so much shame and also his fingers were really tickling me so much on my tummy that I just let my head burry in his naked chest and my eyes were closed.

He hugged and held me tight, with every inch of his body touching no my body. With other hand he was massaging my back and occasionally my butt also. I could feel his erect cock touching my stomach over my sari. Also my bladder the reason I got up was getting fuller and I started to worry about peeing. I again felt his wandering hand press against the softness of my belly and move downwards toward saree folds. Oh God, what is happening? My sari's folds were getting undone and I was in no position to put them back on. Then he pulled on my sari and pushed it to my thighs. I thought wildly, really aware for the first time that someone was taking off my saree, not even my husband had done this for me. His hand was actually inside my petticoat now and was edging down towards my now trembling vagina! I was taken aback by this and I could hear myself mumbling meekly, "Ji, please do not do this. Why are you going this far? Ji, please someone will come, I am feeling so ashamed."

He ignored my pleas, "It is late at night. No one is going to come, trust me." He raised both my hands above my head and pinned them firmly with one hand. With his other hand, he pulled on my sari till it was just a pile of cloth at my feet. Now, I was lying there in my thin blouse and petticoat. He looked me up and down and grinned while still holding up my hands. I was so ashamed to have this rotten guy take advantage of me, but there was nothing I could do. Then he pulled on the nada holding my petticoat. Pretty soon, my petticoat was also on my thighs. "Oh God, stop it! STOP IT! !" I again hissed, struggling wildly. I couldn't let this happen - no matter what, I had to stop his lewd advances before they got any further. My startling thoughts had thrown me off balance, putting me off guard, and now, this revolting man was trying to fondle me down there! "Don't worry, let me just touch you there and then I will stop". As his words were sinking in he took advantage of me immobility and eased his hand inside the flimsy nylon protection of me panties and slipped down to the soft, hair-covered vagina. The fingers hesitated there for a moment before slipping upwards and teasing slowly into the warm moist furrow of my pussy.

A shudder coursed through me as I felt his hard insistent fingers down between my thighs on my naked genitals. I felt powerless to move. He had forced his hand inside my panties - I had allowed things to get this far - and now, there was nothing I could do about it! I felt broken, but my mind was telling me that I am just a victim of events because it's all the fault of my husband who was just not a man enough to satisfy me. His fingers probed and searched in my cuntal folds, exploring the smooth, slightly pulsating lips, teasing about with confidant insistence. I was surprised at my own reaction to another man's hand between my legs. I knew it was partly because of me disembodiment from physical feeling, but couldn't deny that the strange fingers didn't feel bad down there. No, it can't be! my mind screamed, it can't be happening to me! But there was no doubt now about it - I couldn't deny it. I was beginning to ENJOY his fingers in my pussy, and in spite of my mind's horror, me traitorous body was beginning to undulate gently in time to his insistent fingers between my thighs.

He also felt a surge of triumph on sensing my submission to him. There was no denying that I was beginning to like it - he could feel a tiny, but sensuous flexing beginning inside my trembling vagina, and my whole body was beginning to shiver in anticipatory pleasure. He had won, he had succeeded in taming this convent-educated wife. Tiny words of pleasure began to erupt from my lips and I leaned more into him. I was being subjugated by the betrayal in my body, my will to resist curbed by the greater mastery of desire. His other hand was not working for the first time at me firm rounded breast, squeezing and tweaking the hard turgid nipple through me blouse. Then, with a sudden upward movement between my legs, he ground his fingers hard into the wetly throbbing opening of my cuntal passage and wormed their stubby tips far up inside me. "Ooohhhhhhhhhh. .." I moaned, jolted by the searing entry, tormented by the grating of his nails against me sensitive inner membrane. His fingers continued their wild rotator plundering inside me, and I felt weird new sensations flow through my body. Oh God... This is better than when I did it myself... I thought helplessly in the daze of my passion, as I pressed my now hungrily pulsating clitoral bud down on the relieving hardness of his hand.

My entire crotch was a throbbing mass of aroused nerve endings, and I felt as if an uncontrollable fire had been kindled there. My clitoris felt round and hard and was pulsing strongly with the heated blood of desire, and the swollen fleshy outer lips of my hair-lined split were moist with passion. Chills rippled through my spine, which contrasted with the heat, which was rising from my groin, rising up to cover me face and neck in a hot, rosy flush. I was moaning uncontrollably now, unconscious of everything but the delicious pleasure which was seeping into every crack and crevice in my body and infusing me with a joy I hadn't experienced for a long time. I felt as if I was soaring on the wings of some magical mythical bird, which was flying high and taking me to a warm heavenly place where he could deposit me in a comfortable nest where nothing or no one would ever harm me again.

And suddenly, I was there, in that unreachable nest, gliding down into a feather soft resting place. "Oooohhhhhhhhh. .." I chanted by pressing my mouth on his hairy sweaty chest, "I'm cumming... oh it's so good..." my hips were jerking in a heated rhythm, and I was smashing me vagina down onto his tiring hand in ceaseless motion, and my hotly seeping pussy juices simmered down onto his fingers and lubricated them completely as they continued to instigate new and exciting pleasure inside me. Then, finally, when the heated sensations of passion had subsided and my body was reduced to convulsive twitching, a blanketing peace came over me.

I felt too tired to get up. My bladder was now aching like anything and I was wondering how I didn't pee while I was cumming. I felt sore between my thighs, the throbbing sensation in me vagina yet to subside. As I tried to get up he caught me from behind and pulled me back on his chest. I pleaded "Please I need to pee. Let me go to bathroom". The next thing I knew he was picking me up in his strong arms. his right hand under my knees and right hand holding me from under. My upper body was bent backwards, breasts sticking out from the top of the blouse, while the night chill was playing over my naked lower body. I clung to him for support as he walked into the terrace towards the bathroom. All around there were houses where people might have been sleeping on the terrace. Instead of directly taking me to the bathroom, he went up to the boundary wall and started to lick and bit my nipples over my blouse even though the wall was only till his waist. Finally, when I thought I couldn't hold it any more, after my relentless twitching of legs so that I can stop my bladder from bursting, he took me to the toilet and made me sit on the toilet seat.

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