My new wife is very beautiful. Her complexion is milky white, her body is flawless, and her lips are pink. When we had sex on our wedding night she sucked my penis and made it erect again.
My name is Kumman Singh. I have a good income. Only seven days have passed since my marriage. This was the incident of that time.
What happens is that our village is somewhere else. But we live far away from the village, about a twelve-hour drive. In fact, that’s my job here.
I married a man from the same village. After marriage, I came to the city with my wife. The whole family lived in the village so that we could spend some time alone.
After seven days, the elders asked him to take his wife to the village for Paag Phere. She will return to her parents’ home for fifteen days.
So both of us started preparing to go back.
My wife Amita is a very beautiful girl. Her complexion was as white as milk. The body is very tight and has a perfectly molded flawless body. She has long hair, pink lips and good height.
I was proud of my luck after finding Amita because marrying such a girl opened up my luck.
The difference was that whoever looked at my wife, lust started awakening in his eyes. He started staring at her with lustful eyes.
Forget about outsiders, even my close relatives were like this at the wedding banquet.
The only problem with my wife is that she is very timid and doesn’t like to talk.
I also explained a lot to him! But what a difference a week can make.
The second thing was that I fucked her several times in a week. I was very tired, but there was no sign of fatigue on her face.
When we had sex on our wedding night she sucked my penis and made it erect. As soon as the penis is ejaculated, she immediately starts sucking the penis until it becomes erect. Then when the penis becomes erect, her pussy will be open for my penis. By now I was fucking her at least four times a night.
After fucking my wife on my wedding night, I’m so happy I have an amazing wife. No matter how hard you try, it won’t say anything.
Then we took two-three clothes and headed towards the village. The train was late by three hours, so it reached at five o’clock instead of two o’clock. We will have to take a bus from the railway station to our village. There is a bus to the village from outside the station.
When both of us came out, there was only one bus standing there. So both of us sat in the car.
It was packed with people. The bus was packed with people. There was no place to sit. The local people of the village were sitting in front with big baskets. Returning to the last row, a total of eight boys were sitting in two rows.
Then the conductor pushed us inside and we passed through the railing of the crowd and reached the last row.
After some time the bus started and we stood on the bus holding the pole hanging on the roof. After walking some distance, one of the eight boys stood up and asked my wife Amita to sit.
Amita started looking at me and I signaled her to sit. She sat down and I stood up.
After some time, the seat next to the conductor became vacant, so I went and sat on it. The journey was still long so I started talking to the conductor.
About half an hour later, we reached the station and all the local people from the village got off the bus. I ended my conversation with the conductor thinking that the bus was now empty and now Amita and I were sitting at the back.
When I looked back I was shocked. Amita was standing naked in the aisle between the seats. He held the handles of both the front seats for support. A man without clothes pushed her from behind and extended his hand to grab her breasts from behind.
Amita just looked at me. But when he saw me looking at him, he lowered his eyes. The conductor also looked back.
He stopped and said – What Subhash Bhaiya… which woman’s clothes are you selling in the whole market… I mean all the mangoes?
A man said from behind – Hey, that bitch is sitting next to you.
The conductor looked at me and said: Do you have clothes?
Before I could say anything, she herself said – I swear, what a wonderful body, perfectly chiseled and tight everywhere. Looks like new wedding material. Honey dripped from the girl’s body. Subhash Bhaiya was drinking this honey with pleasure.
Then someone else shouted: Hey Birju! Now the bus should not stop anywhere and we will compensate you from your daily wages.
The conductor said- We do not want compensation. Just give us and the driver a chance to fuck this beautiful angel.
I stood up and walked towards Amida, when four people jumped into the front seat.
Someone said- What were you thinking…how did this happen?
I started looking at him with tears streaming down my face and he said – Hey donkey, you sit down and the boy sitting in front of your dress starts touching the fabric of your dress. She didn’t say anything, then slowly opened the buttons of her blouse, then took off her blouse and took off her bra. Then he picked her up and removed her saree and petticoat.. then sat comfortably and started playing with her body. When the villagers fell, Subhash Bhaiya stood up and started beating your clothes.
The second man said – You are a very first class bitch… you wear clothes in front of eight men and do not even look back to see if it is okay or not.
The third said – Now do one thing… sit quietly because now the process has started and we will not let you go until everything is settled.
The fourth said – If you mouth too much, we will beat you, break your ribs and when the work is done, we will break your neck and throw you in some desolate place.
I slowly sat on my seat and lowered my head. I glance at Amitabh from time to time, but that’s a different story.
I understood that my wife’s habit of sucking cock has trapped her today. She didn’t even scream. This also made me angry at him.
Amita was standing with her head bowed. Due to the entry of the thick penis, her whole body was trembling and she was leaning forward.. but she held the handle of the seat firmly.
Then suddenly a man named Subhash hugged her tightly from behind. Like everyone else, I also understood that he was emptying his penis.
After two minutes he separated from Amita, looked at the others and gestured.
A man who had immediately taken off his clothes took Subhash’s place. Now he inserted his penis into Amita’s pussy from behind and started pushing.
Subhash came and lay down on the seat next to me and was caressing his penis.
He asked me- What is the name of this juicy biscuit?
I did not say anything.
So he pulled my hair and said – I asked the name of the biscuit, Bhosdi’s, but did not ask any price, due to which I had a lot of difficulty in telling.
I whispered – Amitabh.
She said- Aah… what a wonderful pussy my sister-in-law has! When I inserted the penis for the first time, I realized that a new nose had come. Otherwise, the way my whore takes off her clothes with ease, makes her look like a whore.
I sat quietly with my head bowed.
Then one of his servants said, “Brother, if you were not a whore, we would have made you sister-in-law today.”
Everyone started laughing.
Suddenly two people stood up and came to Amita and sat on the seat in front of her. Amita’s breasts were hanging in front and both of them started sucking her nipples. Both of them also played with her breasts.
A man knelt down in front of her and started kissing her stomach and waist. He also caressed her thighs and buttocks.
At this time, the previous one has been completed and the next one has taken its place. The person who was sitting came and sat in front of Subhash.
Subhash asked: Can you handle them all?
He said – The German girls in the village looked very lively. Will complete every task easily.
Both laughed at this.
After some time, the second man’s work was finished and the fourth man inserted his penis into my wife’s pussy. He also started inserting his penis and the others kept playing with her body.
As soon as the fourth man left, Amita bent her knees.
Someone said- Oh poor thing, she is tired…put everything aside…let her rest.
Everyone moved aside and allowed Amita to lie down on the seat. He said- Come on, take some rest, your pussy must also be tired. Let’s give him a break too.
The person who said this started taking off his clothes and climbed on top of Amitabh. They both went behind their seats and could no longer see me. Only Amita and her feet were visible. He spread Amita’s legs with his feet.
Suddenly Amita started screaming the same way she had screamed when I inserted my penis into her pussy for the first time.
When I was about to stand up, Subhash held my shoulders and asked me to sit.
He said- Don’t worry friend, he was fucking Amita’s ass.
After I said this she shouted – Hey Tiwari, ejaculate slowly… if your pussy is so tight then her ass will be so tight… then you ejaculate on her ass.
Gradually Amita’s screams reduced and she became calm. After five minutes, Tiwari stood up, wiping his sweat and moved ahead.
As soon as Amita woke up, she said the next thing – Lie down, I want to fuck your ass too.
He walked quickly to her seat. He had already taken off his clothes and lay down directly on top of Amitabh. Now there was neither Amita’s voice nor his. After ten minutes he also stood up and wiped his sweat.
She asked Amita – Do you want ass fucking or pussy invitation?
Amita’s legs showed that she had turned around and was lying on her back. There were only two people left and they both took off their clothes and went towards her seat.
One was lying on Amita and the other was sitting on the seat in front of her. Ten minutes later, one of them came towards us, and the last one pounced on Amitabh. It took him ten minutes to even come to us and wipe his sweat.
Amita sat up, her head up to her neck, and she did not look at us.
Subhash shouted, “Hey, conductor’s son, come on, now it’s your turn.”
The conductor ran to Amita’s seat and started saying something to her.
Amita lay down and started taking off her clothes quickly. The conductor slowly lay down on him.
Fifteen minutes passed and Subhash said: Hey Tiwari, look what the conductor’s son is doing.
As soon as he finished speaking, the conductor stood up.
Subhash said- What are you doing? Here drivers keep water in their pants while waiting for their turn! Go ahead and send him too… Listen, wait in my village.
The conductor nodded and went away, and after a while the driver arrived. The driver returned in less than five minutes.
Subhash said to Tiwari – Tiwari, give the clothes to the maid.
Tiwari took out Amita’s clothes from the upper shelf and gave it to her. Amita got up and started wearing clothes. After ten minutes the bus stopped at a certain place.
The driver shouted: Hariharpur.
Subhash started wearing clothes and asked me- Which village are you from?
I told him out of fear.
He said- Hey, as far as you are concerned… they have come a long way. Come on, both of you, come with me… I will drop you both in the morning.
I hesitated and said – If you go further in this bus, I don’t know what to do next… maybe they will break your neck and take your clothes to their village.
I stood up quietly and went down with Amitabh. The conductor took down our luggage.
I was also surprised by my wife’s ability to take cock.
What I am going to write next is how the wife became a prostitute.
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