Pussy-leaking-desires on a Bully Stranger - Part 2
Hi, Madhan here, a passionate erotic writer. Thanks to all my ISS readers for the likes and valuable comments. Looking to connect with Pleasure-seeking girls/ladies/couples. Reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. This story will be narrated from the standpoint of Anusha. The next morning of our first anniversary, I woke with my husband’s sticky bare body pressed onto me. He slept snoring with his arm tightly hugging my huge bare boobs. I detached myself from him. I watch my bare, milky body reflection in the mirror. I touch the sides of my heavy boobs and rub my nipples. Fuck No! Guilt occupied my head, thinking of our lovely anniversary day. The guilt of imagining the bully on the road while my loving husband fingered my pussy for my pleasure. I hurry into the washroom and pour cold water, washing away the unfaithful thoughts. I was working in the kitchen with my memories, jogging at yesterday’s event. My hubby hugs me, bidding bye to the office. He kisses my ear, “Bye, baby.” I smile and walk with him to wave bye from the balcony as he happily drives to the office. Consciously, I decided never to see the bully stranger again in my life. But I didn’t know at that moment that my subconscious dreamed and wanted to be banged by the bully stranger. It’s been around 15 days. I was in a lingerie shop buying bras and panties with my husband. I recognized it—the sound of the loud laugh and the manly tone. My hubby, too, seems to recognize it as his facial muscles tighten and become tense. I act normal. My husband suddenly shows a hurry and bills the lingerie with a slightly shaky hand. I self-checked myself on how I looked. I wore a normal red salwar kameez that day. The moment I stepped outside, my stubborn eyes craved to see the bully man. It was a small tea stall. To my husband’s happiness and my heartache, the bully stranger stood with his back to us, talking with two people. I secretly started wishing for the bully stranger to notice me. He was loud, and his tone was very manly. My husband had to take a U-turn. I knew our bike would go in the field of vision of the bully man. But to my surprise, my hubby drives straight, taking a long route. Fuck I felt too restless as my hubby drove the bike away from the bully stranger. Around 200m from the shop losing my self-conscious, I lied to my husband that I had left my mobile in the shop. But it was safely tucked and hidden inside the bag of lingerie. My hubby angrily turned his bike to the shop. I knew he couldn’t express his fear of returning to the store. I made him wait near the bike. I took slow steps all the way, staring at the bully stranger, praying for him to turn around. Like an invisible force, he turns around and notices me. There was a quick eye contact. He smiles. Fuck! A lusty smile. I rush into the store and return quickly to be seated on my hubby’s bike. I was thrilled by making the bully stranger ogle me continuously as our bike drove away. After a week, I faced the bully stranger in a vegetable stall. Unfortunately, the bully man was with his wife, and I was with my husband. My hubby escaped making direct eye contact with this man. He was scared to shit. My hubby rushed me again to buy things faster. I never believed it happened, and I did that. Secretive messages were flowing between me and the bully man. For example, I signalled ‘No’ and looked at my husband. Indicating to the stranger, ‘Do not scare and bully my husband.’ His smile is very destructive. He sneaks a piece of paper into my vegetable basket with his number. I quickly hid the piece of paper before my husband or his wife got any clue. On returning home, I saved his number with a girl’s name and quickly looked for his profile picture. There was none since he had not saved my number. All night, I controlled from texting/calling the bully a stranger. The next day, when my husband left for work, and father-in-law went to roam around with his friends. I lost control and rang his number. My hands were shaking nervously. “Hello,” No words came out of my mouth, and I disconnected the call. The next was he had shared a location on WhatsApp with a text, ‘Tonight at 11 PM.’ I checked the location it was three streets away from my place. I immediately blocked his number. I scolded myself for starting a conversation and trying to get fucked by him. How could he give his house address when his wife would be around? What does he think of me? Guys beg and go wild for a small text from a woman. But here he was, daringly sending the location and time. I blocked him on WhatsApp, but he sent a text message. ‘If you are not coming today, it’s over. I will never see you again. I will never fuck you.’ My nipples hardened by reading his text. My body shivered, and I got frightened. How can he imagine things? I was disturbed not by his daring message but by thinking, ‘Will he not see me again? Will he not fuck me?’ Fuck! Why the hell should he fuck me? “Today is your last chance,” was the last message. Consciously, I knew I would not be going. But unconsciously, I was preparing myself to go and get fucked. I did the following things unconsciously. In the evening, I walk to the said location. I noticed it was a duplex home with a roof, garden and stairs at the front. I observe the white bullet. I bathed late in the evening with a head bath. I searched for a nicer salwar kameez. I wore the new lingerie my hubby bought the day I saw the bully for the second time. My bra cups pushed my boobs firm and round. My pussy had slight poking hair growth. The unconscious took over the conscious as I stepped outside with no dupatta to get banged by a man who bullied my loving husband in public. The time was half past twelve. Before stepping out of my home, I unblocked the bully stranger and rang his number.