Sex and Revenge Erotica – 2

Shruti came home furious. She went straight into the bathroom and stood under the shower, trying to calm herself down. But even the cold water couldn’t stop the laborer’s words from echoing in her ears—“Fucking you is going to be a lot of fun.”

Read previous part here ==> Sex and Revenge Erotica – 1

Suddenly her mind started spinning with images of her college boyfriend Vijay and the porn videos she watched. Her body was rebelling against her mind. She felt a restlessness and excitement she had never experienced before. The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, Shruti grabbed her vibrator in a daze and started satisfying herself. When she closed her eyes, to her shock it wasn’t Arun’s face she saw—it was the faces of those laborers. Remembering them, she cried out loudly:

“Ahhhhhh… ahhhhhh…… ohhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh…”

After a powerful orgasm she collapsed, exhausted, and fell asleep.

When she woke up in the afternoon, Shruti felt deeply ashamed of herself. She thought, I’m a married woman with a family. Thinking about those strange men like that is completely wrong. She decided she would tell Arun everything that evening.

That night when Arun came home and it was time for bed, Shruti tried to start the conversation. But the moment she looked at him, the laborers’ words started echoing in her mind again and her body became aroused once more. She was angry that her own body was betraying her. She decided to control herself. Arun asked,

“What’s wrong, Shruti? Why are you so quiet?”

She brushed it off and said, “Nothing… I’m just a little tired.”

She went out to the balcony and saw Meenal standing extremely close to the watchman Rahim, talking to him. Something felt off, but she didn’t think too much about it and went back to bed.

The next morning Shruti made a firm decision: no matter how bad the traffic was, she would never take that deserted lane again. She dropped Sana at school and started heading toward the highway. But then, as if her hands had stopped listening to her, they turned the Scooty toward the deserted lane against her will.

Shruti told herself, “Stop, Shruti. Turn back. Take the highway. This road isn’t safe.” But her body wasn’t listening to her mind anymore. The connection between body and mind had completely broken. She increased the Scooty’s speed and went straight to the bungalow, where a huge pile of construction debris was blocking the path. It was impossible to ride over it.

The moment she stopped the Scooty, the three laborers surrounded her from all sides. Fear shot through Shruti. The lane was completely deserted—there was no one in sight for a long distance. The three of them firmly held onto her Scooty. For the first time Shruti saw the laborers this close. Two of them were young, around thirty, with strong, muscular bodies and sweat glistening on their backs. The third was a heavier man around fifty, wearing a lungi, with thick hair on his chest. None of them were wearing shirts. Looking at their bare bodies gave Shruti a strange feeling.

The older one said, “Need any help, madam? My name is Hira… Hiralal.”

The second one laughed and said, “Oh, don’t talk to her. She’ll call security.”

Shruti tried to break free from their grip and shouted, “What do you want from me? Let me go!”

Hira said, “You slapped our friend yesterday. We want an apology for that.”

Shruti snapped angrily, “Sorry my foot! He said disgusting things about me.”

Hira replied coldly, “You’re not leaving here without apologizing.”

Shruti decided it was better to end this right here. Looking at the laborer she said,

“I’m sorry.”

But Hira shook his head. “We don’t want that kind of sorry. We’ll take the apology our own way.”

The moment he finished speaking, Hira grabbed Shruti’s hand and started forcefully dragging her inside the bungalow. The other two pushed her Scooty inside. Shruti resisted hard and screamed,

“Let me go! Leave me alone!”

But the three of them overpowered her. They took her through a large living room, down a corridor, and into the last room at the end, where three beds were set up. They locked both the bungalow door and the room door from the inside.

Trembling with fear, Shruti tried to pull out her phone, but one of the laborers immediately snatched her purse and switched the phone off. Hira came close and said,

“Don’t threaten us with security. We’ve been to jail plenty of times before.”

Now Shruti remembered what Arun had told her—that she shouldn’t mess with these kinds of men.

In a pleading voice she said, “Look, I’ll give you however much money you want. Take my jewelry too, just let me go.”

The three of them burst out laughing. Hira said, “We don’t want money. We want you.”

That day Shruti was wearing a knee-length skirt and a tight sleeveless top that made her body look extremely beautiful and attractive. Hira stared at her and said,

“This is one hell of a fine piece of ass. Look at that figure.”

The second laborer said, “Brother, we’re here for a whole month. We’ll fuck her every day, wear her out completely. We’ll ruin that body of hers.”

The third one added, “Yeah man, we hit the jackpot.”

Hira said, “Today we’re going to show her what real fucking is.”

Hearing their words, Shruti understood exactly what was about to happen. She realized she had made a huge mistake by not listening to Arun, and now she was trapped because of it. She started crying and said,

“Please let me go. I’m a married woman. I’ll be ruined.”

Hira came closer and said, “Look, if you cooperate with us, all four of us will have fun today. If you don’t, the three of us will still have fun and it’ll be painful for you. You already know my name. This is Raghu, and that’s Imran. Today we’re going to fuck you hard and deep.”

His words sent a strange thrill through Shruti’s body along with the fear. Her body was ready for something else, but her mind still couldn’t accept it.

Hira pulled Shruti toward him and hugged her tightly. She could smell the sweat and tobacco on his body and struggled to get away from him.

Hira grabbed her hair, tilted her face up, and started kissing her deeply. At first Shruti tried hard to free herself, but Hira’s grip was too strong. Slowly her resistance weakened. She began kissing him back.

When the kiss ended, Hira laughed. Shruti felt herself getting wet.

Then Hira held her from behind and started kissing her neck. Shruti was getting heated up now… soft moans escaped her lips… “Ahhhhhh… ahhhhhh…” Hira began roughly squeezing her breasts. Shruti closed her eyes and kept moaning.

Imran came over, pushed her top up, and started kissing her navel while Raghu lifted her skirt and began kissing her thighs. Shruti was burning with desire now. Continuous moans kept coming out of her mouth:

“Ahhhhhh… ahhhhhh… ahhhhhh… ohhhhhhh…”

She forgot who she was and who she was with. For the first time since her marriage she had become this aroused.

The three of them stripped her clothes off and laid her down on the bed. She was completely naked in front of them.

Her mind had stopped working. She felt no shame at all being naked in front of the three of them.

They also took off their clothes. Looking at their strong, masculine bodies, Shruti felt a flash of fear again—because all three of them were much bigger than Arun. Hira’s cock was the thickest and longest of them all.

Hira climbed onto the bed and lay beside her. He started sucking her breasts while Raghu began licking her pussy. Shruti felt a storm of desire building inside her. She had never felt anything like this in her life. She started moaning unconsciously:

“Ahhhhhh… ahhhhhh…… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…… ohhhhhhhhhhh……”

Imran said, “Brother, she’s enjoying this!”

Hira laughed and said, “These high-class women only pretend to be decent on the outside. Inside they’re the biggest whores. Isn’t that right, Shruti?”

Shruti was in another world. Her pussy was dripping continuously, as if a dam had broken.

Then Hira got on top of her, placed his cock at her entrance, and gave one hard thrust. More than half of his thick cock went inside her. Shruti had never taken a cock this big before, so she felt a sharp, intense pain. She screamed,

“Ueeeeee… maaaaqqw! I’m dying…… No, please stop, it hurts so much… take it out, I’m going to die!”

She tried hard to push Hira away.

But Hira held her firmly and gave another thrust, burying his entire cock deep inside her.

Shruti screamed even louder and started slamming her hands against the bed. The pain was unbearable. She shook her head from side to side and kept crying.

Then Hira started thrusting in and out, fucking her properly. After just a few minutes of strokes, the pain turned into pure pleasure. Now she was moaning loudly:

“Aahhhhhh… aahhhhhhh…… it feels so good…… keep going…… ohhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh…”

Hira: “Feels good, doesn’t it, you whore?”

Shruti: “Yes, Hira…… do it harder… harder…”

When Hira increased the speed, Shruti grabbed the bedsheet with both hands and screamed,

“Ahhhhhh… ahhhhhh… hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

She came hard. It was the biggest orgasm of her life. She had never felt pleasure like this before.

Hira kept fucking her and said with a laugh, “What a tight pussy you have. Looks like your husband never fucked you properly.”

Shruti was at the peak of pleasure. Her moans filled the entire room:

“Aahhhhhh… aahhhhhhh…… ohhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh…”

She came two more times. After more than half an hour of fucking, Hira finally came deep inside her pussy, filling her with his hot cum. He kissed her and then sat down on a chair nearby. There was a smile on Shruti’s face. She was happy too. For the first time in her life she had experienced what real sexual pleasure felt like.

When Imran got on top of her, Shruti said,

“Fuck me with everything you’ve got.”

Hearing that, Raghu said, “Brother, you’ve turned her into a complete whore with just one fuck.”

For the next two hours Imran, Raghu, and Hira took turns fucking her. Shruti came seven or eight times. Eventually all three laborers got tired. The four of them fell asleep.

When Shruti opened her eyes it was already 4 in the afternoon. She had been there for five hours. She was alone and naked on the bed. The three laborers were gone. When she tried to get up, her entire body—especially her pussy—ached terribly. She put on her clothes and walked into the hall where the three of them were working. She was too ashamed to meet their eyes.

Hira came over, put his hand on her shoulder, and said, “You’re one hell of a fine piece of ass. The pleasure I got from fucking you… I’ve never gotten that from anyone else.” He kissed her again, and this time Shruti kissed him back.

Hira walked her outside. Shruti picked up her Scooty and somehow made it home. She immediately went into the bathroom, cleaned herself up, and collapsed on the sofa.

She still couldn’t believe what she had done—a high-class married woman from a respectable family had been fucked by three laborers… and she had enjoyed it. She felt ashamed of herself. She decided this was the first and last mistake of her life. She would treat it like a bad dream and forget it. She would never take that road again. She quickly took a birth control pill she already had at home and tried to rest.

That night Arun came home late, ate dinner, and went to sleep. For the first time Shruti didn’t complain about anything, because she had already gotten the pleasure she needed. When she went out to the balcony that night, she saw Meenal still standing at the gate with the watchman Rahim. Shruti thought, There must definitely be something going on between Meenal and Rahim, and then she went to sleep.

To be continued…