Molested on the Bus - erotic fantasy story
My wife Keerti had been looking forward to visiting her parents house in rural Kerala. She was expecting to have an experience full of memories and to explore all the wonderful places she had grown up in.
But what she wasn't expecting was the crowded bus in the village that we both got onto. As soon as we boarded the bus, we got separated due to the pushing and shoving of the crowds. Keerti was alone in a sea of rugged and uncouth village men who were smelling the seductive scent of a beautiful woman it seemed after a long time. Suddenly she was assaulted by hands that tightly grabbed her body from all directions. She was shocked and scared as she realized that she was being encircled and molested by a group of men.
At first, she struggled and tried to break free, but that only made the men grow more aggressive. Feeling helpless and angry, Keerti soon gave in to the feeling of being violated. The hands were climbing up her body, groping and touching her all over, and she felt her body being penetrated in all kinds of ways.
She was embarrassed and horrified, and she struglled to look out for me. I was worried too since I couldn't see her in the crowd. But surprisingly, as the men continued to touch her, Keerti began to enjoy the feeling. She felt the raw pleasure that the men were providing her body, and to her surprise, she discovered that she was aroused by the situation.
When we finally reached our destination and managed to get off the bus, my beautiful wife was in a trance. Her clothes were partially torn, hair totally disheavelled and face flushed red. She felt violated, but stimulated and excited. When we got home, she couldn't wait to tell me what had happened. She wanted to talk about the experience and to experience pleasure together. She hugged me tight and cried. She also smiled while crying. kinda like when women have intense orgasms. I was confused and worried. Once she calmed down, she apologised to me and told me though she hated the incident, it also felt extremely erotic. That night, we fucked like never before. She was wild like a bitch in heat. She came with a thundering orgasm and collapsed on my chest. My shy, conservative wife felt totally free and uninhibited now as if every touch of the uncivilised ruffians has electrifyed her young body.
Later, Keerti and I talked about her experience in a way that was healing for her. We both came to understand that the situation was not just scary, but had also opened her eyes to a whole new way of experiencing pleasure.
We never wish for that to happen again. But that experience has stayed with us both ever since, and every time we make love, we always remember the powerful, erotic experience on that bus in Kerala.
But what she wasn't expecting was the crowded bus in the village that we both got onto. As soon as we boarded the bus, we got separated due to the pushing and shoving of the crowds. Keerti was alone in a sea of rugged and uncouth village men who were smelling the seductive scent of a beautiful woman it seemed after a long time. Suddenly she was assaulted by hands that tightly grabbed her body from all directions. She was shocked and scared as she realized that she was being encircled and molested by a group of men.
At first, she struggled and tried to break free, but that only made the men grow more aggressive. Feeling helpless and angry, Keerti soon gave in to the feeling of being violated. The hands were climbing up her body, groping and touching her all over, and she felt her body being penetrated in all kinds of ways.
She was embarrassed and horrified, and she struglled to look out for me. I was worried too since I couldn't see her in the crowd. But surprisingly, as the men continued to touch her, Keerti began to enjoy the feeling. She felt the raw pleasure that the men were providing her body, and to her surprise, she discovered that she was aroused by the situation.
When we finally reached our destination and managed to get off the bus, my beautiful wife was in a trance. Her clothes were partially torn, hair totally disheavelled and face flushed red. She felt violated, but stimulated and excited. When we got home, she couldn't wait to tell me what had happened. She wanted to talk about the experience and to experience pleasure together. She hugged me tight and cried. She also smiled while crying. kinda like when women have intense orgasms. I was confused and worried. Once she calmed down, she apologised to me and told me though she hated the incident, it also felt extremely erotic. That night, we fucked like never before. She was wild like a bitch in heat. She came with a thundering orgasm and collapsed on my chest. My shy, conservative wife felt totally free and uninhibited now as if every touch of the uncivilised ruffians has electrifyed her young body.
Later, Keerti and I talked about her experience in a way that was healing for her. We both came to understand that the situation was not just scary, but had also opened her eyes to a whole new way of experiencing pleasure.
We never wish for that to happen again. But that experience has stayed with us both ever since, and every time we make love, we always remember the powerful, erotic experience on that bus in Kerala.
