After-Hours Detour
Transformation to a Whore (Randi) _Retuned : After I had fight with my Hubby
Hi, My name is Surbhi Tyagi and this is about one of my real life incidents where I unintentionally cheated my lovely husband. This fateful incident happened 4 years ago, when I was 23 years old and married for almost 1 year. My husband is a Lawyer by profession and those days he was working with a company as a legal advisor in a small town called Paradeep in Orissa. We were living there in a company provided house. My in-laws as well as my parents were living in Allahabad, which was ours, both mine and my husband's home town. My husband, Rakesh, is very jolly and soft in nature but contrary to that I am very illtempered. Those days were our early days of married life and we were settling and adjusting with each other with everyday love and fights. Our sexual relationship was also healthy and we had having sex at least twice or thrice a week. This incident also started from a small fight, when I found my husband, Rakesh, was doing some silly jokes with one of his female colleagues. Being ill-tempered, I objected to his limits and level of jokes he was making to a lady. But instead of making justification he made fun of me...and slowly our small fight converted into big action. I angrily made the decision to leave his house and returned to Allahabad immediately.
Although, returning to his back-foot, Rakesh tried convincing me a lot....but my blood was boiling and within a couple of hours I was ready to leave with my packed luggage. I was not listening to even a single word of my Rakesh plea, just crying and yelling my ugly feelings. My husband even proposed to come together with me till Cuttack where I had to board the train, but I purposely rejected his offer just to show him that I do not need any of his favour. I took an Auto and came to the Bus stand and took the first bus to Cuttack. The bus was full, but somehow the conductor arranged a seat. It was 6.00 in the evening and my train to Allahabad was at 11:00 at night in Cuttack. Normally, a bus takes 3 hours to reach Cuttack from Paradeep, therefore by 9:00 night I should have reached Cuttack, and would have enough time to reach Cuttack Railway Station from the Bus Stand. But, things didn't go as I thought. After half an hour of bus ride, heavy rains started outside, which continued for the whole night. Because of heavy rains, the road got flooded in most of the intermediate small towns, which made traffic slow and by the time I reached Cuttack it was 10:30 at night. I had around 30 minutes to reach the station, which was not enough and so to cut the route short, I got down from the bus at OMP Square, which was very near to the station (15-20 minutes from Auto). But to my bad luck, there was no Auto Rickshaw. Electric power was also off and the complete area was indulged in dark and deserted. Rain was at its peak with strong wind, and only a few trucks and buses could be seen on the road. I was hiding under a tree, which was least effective for that rain. I saw a small shelter outside a house at some distance. It was not so far from the road, so I ran and got myself under the shelter. I was eagerly praying for an Auto, but no luck. It was 11:30 at night and I was just waiting alone for an Auto under that shelter on such a deserted rainy night. Although I had already missed my train, I wanted to be at least in the city in a safe location.
After a couple of minutes, I heard some sound and saw an old couple at the main door of that house. I just greeted them, saying....just taking shelter because of the heavy rains. They asked about me and, understanding my situation they offered me to rest and wait inside as it's very dark and raining, standing outside alone is not safe. Though, I was convinced with them, but wanted to wait for some more time for an Auto and so I politely excused myself. Another half an hour passed and no luck. The house lady again appeared at the door and requested to come inside, which I unwillingly accepted, I had no alternatives. It was a small mud house having a common hall cum kitchen, a room and a common toilet. The couple were living with their only son, who was almost of my age. By their getups and house condition, I could guess that they were daily wagers and belonged to m*slim community. Rahmaan uncle, the old man was approaching his 50 while her wife was in mid 40's. Uncle seems a bit religious with a long beard and no moustache. Rahmaan's uncle convinced me to take rest till morning as it is not safe for a lady to travel alone by midnight and he also assured me that he himself will drop me to the station by early morning.
Aunty, the old lady asked me for food, but I declined by saying that I had finished my dinner already. They asked me to take a rest on a bed on the floor, which was just an old carpet over a mat on the floor. They had limited stuff and by offering me that bed they were sacrificing their comfort somehow. I was very tired and feeling sleepy and so with no other option, I took the bed. The lady took the small room, and both Uncle and his son, Atif also settled in the same hall on a separate floor bed. It appeared as if I had taken one of their beds either Uncle's or Atif's, and so they were adjusting themself on a single bed.
For my privacy they made a partition inside the hall by an old curtain, which made me somewhat comfortable. I noticed Atif, their son was eying my wet body through his corner eye, but as their parents were also there, I was not so worried about him. Men luring for me was quite normal to me as I was owning a lovely body with burning assets. I was half wet and so took my one piece nightly and changed myself. After some time, they turned off the only lamp, making it completely dark and slept. As I was badly tired, I fell asleep within minutes.
It might be a couple of hours, I woke up to some strange sound. I looked around and found it totally dark. As I collected a little sense after waking up from a deep sleep, I felt something moving on my legs. I pulled my legs up and raised my head to see around, but could not see anything around in that dark. I felt as if someone was touching my legs, but as soon as I reacted by pulling off my legs, the hand was gone. As I didn't see anyone in the dark, I thought of some nightmare and got relaxed again. But minutes later I felt the hand again on my knees. I got scared and thought of screaming but don't know why I couldn't. I was confused on how to react. I was in someone else's house, taking shelter on my own and later found myself being touched by one of them only. I was in absolute shock and fear. Being there in their own house and then screaming and making an alarm was out of my courage.
In fear, I pulled my leg up again and shrunk inside. The hand stopped momentarily, but resumed again after some time. I was covering myself under a throw, which was an old bed sheet, but his hand was already inside the bedsheet. Slowly his hand reached to my lower thigh lifting both the bedsheet and nighty up together.
I couldn't get enough courage to react and so pulled my legs further inside till I could and stayed quite, praying silently to get spared.
He continued rubbing my lower thigh, then moved further up and then inserted his hand in between and started touching my inner thighs. I tried to clasp my thighs together to resist his hand movement inside, but failed. He literally forced his hand inside my upper thighs, touching and feeling my soft skin with his rough hand. I had no other choice to bear his assault, just hoping baselessly that he might stop on his own after.
On bearing his action for some time, a feeble temptation also started triggering inside my body. It might be because of the mix effect of his caressing, the feeling of his rough hand, a wet rainy night and a complete stranger.. not even knowing it was Rahmaan Uncle or Atif or someone else..... I was with a mixed feeling of fear and enticement. As before, I remained quiet and was waiting to see his further action. He kept caressing me sensually for some more time. While doing so, he tried to move his hand further up near to my crotch area, but I resisted as much as I could and succeeded by applying more clasping power.
At first, I guessed him as Atif, but soon I heard a mild coughing while he was breathing, which made me certain for Rahmaan Uncle. He repositioned himself further up and now his hand reached to the upper part of my body. Now he was laying exactly behind me. As I was sleeping on my side, he was facing my back. He was so close that I could feel his raised warm breadth over my ear. He was trying to insert his hand inside in between my arm and chest. I could guess what he was looking for and as a protective measure, I closed both my arms together to cover my boobs. After trying unsuccessfully for some moments, he got furious and increased his force. He brought his other hand from the opposite side by encircling my neck and clamped both of my hands and then inserted his one hand inside and clutched my right boob. As soon as he succeeded, he gripped my boob so hard, a hisssssing sound came out from my mouth in pain. He then whispered to my ear......"thodi der bas dabaane de....main aur kuch nahin karungaa...(...just let me fondle and feel for some time...I will not be doing anything more) ". It was basically a fake promise, I was knowing well and he did as well that where this game is going to end. He was fondling my boobs with intense feelings by his rough hand, clutching and pinching my nipples in between by his fingers. His palm was so big; it was easily covering most of my boob. Compared to my tiny frame body, I have bigger boobs. My husband wasn't even able to grab it fully by one hand. Although I was trying hard to save myself from his assault, simultaneously the hard and rough feel of his hand over my boobs, his hot breadth over my ear and the dark rainy night was generating a different sensation inside me.