My wife couldn’t stop her crying, lying only in her white bra.“Kya gora badan hai, Kya aam jaise choonchiyan hain, top maal hai, achi randi banegi” said papoo lustfully(“what fair body, what juicy breasts, she is top class, will become a good whore”)As Papoo spoke he kept squeezing my wife’s breasts and Suri kept caressing her inner thighs My wife’s sobs suddenly became a scream, when they tore her bra away, making her completely naked. Chapter 4“How many men has your wife has till now” Saleem asked me. She hardly had any physical needs, it was more of sharing our love. I could see her vagina lips stretching and tearing. The guys were so aroused by now, that they didn’t even bother about Jyoti’s screaming and crying. Suddenly Papoo decided to join in and he began to suck her nipples.Saleem, slapped her instantly for her scream.“Who will go first” asked Saleem “Me” he decided himself victoriously Saying this he unzipped his trousers and and pulled out his cock from beneath his underwear. I gasped so did my wife.“Noooo, pleasee, noooo “ My wife begged helplessly But her pleading was futile. I didn’t reply to his question and heard a slap on my wife’s face. Her voice was weak and trembling.“Just me” I replied instantly, not wanting my wife to get hit anymore.“Good, so I am going to be the second one” Saleem said gleefully “ I bet her pussy is tight”I didn’t care to hear or see him, as I turned away.“Look here” Saleem ordered me as he got on top of my wife”, My cock is going to enter your sweet wife’s pussy, where only you have entered so far”He laughed. It was never filthy or dirty , infact it was never sex, it was lovemaking. Saleem pulled out his cock from her dry pussy to push it back in even harder as the other guys held her arms and legs. This was the only thing that aroused her when we made love. But obviously she didn’t react to Papoo, the way she reacts to me when I do the same to her.Hearing this the men laughed, “Sati Savitri banti hai, saali ko aaj randi banayenge”, said Saleem(“She is pretending to be saintly, We will make the bitch into a whore today”)My sophisticated convent educated wife was at the mercy of these lowly filthy goons. Seeing this Papoo, nuzzled his face in her breasts and started nibbling on it over her kameez. I groened in pain, but hardly any sound came out of my handkerchief filled mouth.“Listen slut, if u scream cry like that, I will make mincemeant out of your husband” Saleem warned my wife. I knew that was my Jyoti - determined and self respecting.My wife raised her hand to push his face away , but this helped Suri meet his objective. Instantly Jyoti’s crying became softer and more muffled as if she was trying to swallow her sobs. She was almost pious when it came to sex and I was proud of the way she carried herself in public life.
We looked and behaved pretty much like well-married couple. Jyoti just nudged me to ignore the guys and walk away . We thought these guys just made a passing remark and would go away. “C’mon yaar, let us also taste your Laila”, another guy said with a laugh. Jyoti was about to scream, but another guy put his hand over her mouth. While this was happening a fourth guy walked upto me and punched me hard in my stomach. (“hey hero, if you try any stunts we will cut your darling into pieces”)Looking at their ugly scary eyes, I knew they were capable of doing so. As my eyes got used to the moonlight streaming inside, I realized that no one had used the building for years. “Please leave us” I heard my wife pleading “We are a married couple I am his wife”“Oh lovely lovely” the tallest among the four said with a taunt “ I like married women”It was a full moon night, and the light was strong enough to make everything quite clear My poor sweet wife was crying in starts. I couldn’t bear to watch Jyoti go through all this. If I had a gun I could have killed all those guys then and there. Once they were assured I was helpless again, two of the guys went looking for something .“Mil Gaya, rassi mil gaya” one of the guys said happily(“got it , found a rope”)God knows where they found a rope in this god forsaken place. They tied me up securely as one of the guys kept his hand on my wife’s mouth.“If you scream , we will not just tie your husband , we will kill him” said that guy to my wife.She normally wore salwar kameez or saris in a very decent way.She was very reserved with her friends and colleagues and earned their respect for her modest behaviour.She was not like most of the loud frivolous youngsters.She was open with me but for the rest she was almost like a nun. It was best to go home for coffee as I was beginning to feel a bit tired with the walking. Though I must say , the years have treated Jyoti well. Well, just a bit healthier than what she was at 20, but still in proper slim shape.Chapter 1It was after a couple of years that my wife Jyoti and me finally saw a film in a cinema hall.