I was raped on the bus with my husband

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The bus to school was especially crowded that day. Besides the usual college students, there were several people who looked like electricians, probably because the university was replacing the old wiring in several buildings. My husband and I were squeezed by these workers, so we had to back up further and further away. My husband leaned against the window, and I was pressed against him from behind. He liked me being pressed against him like this; his back and arms could enjoy the soft, tender flesh of my breasts, and my beautiful breasts could be protected by him.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my round, soft buttocks, and I could feel that the hand was quite large. It definitely wasn't Ah Fei's hand. Hmm, it was probably that lecherous worker behind me who saw how pretty I was and wanted to take advantage of me. The hand was moving restlessly, and it started to gently caress me. A jolt of electricity immediately shot from my buttocks throughout my body. A woman's buttocks are a sensitive area, and being touched like that by a man is so arousing! How awful!

I initially wanted to shrink back, hoping to avoid his lewdness by moving closer to my husband. But then a strange excitement welled up inside me: my husband used to grope other women's butts, so letting another man touch his wife was a form of punishment. The thought of punishing my beloved husband made my heart pound, and I felt a surge of excitement, like my vagina was overflowing with desire. I never expected this reaction; why did I enjoy humiliating my own husband?

So I pretended nothing was wrong and let the man continue to caress my buttocks through my short skirt. Hmm, at my age, my buttocks are tender and bouncy. This burly, rough-handed worker was probably my uncle or father; he'd likely never touched a young, beautiful girl like me before. Many men in the company wanted to approach me and touch my body, but they never had the chance. This was the lucky worker's opportunity!

I wanted to say to my husband, "Honey, you used to touch other girls' butts, and now your wife is being touched on the butt by a guy, and you don't even know it! Humph!" I glanced at him; sure enough, he was still oblivious to the worker behind me groping my butt, still admiring the street scene flashing past the window.

The worker, a man in his thirties, seemed to be a seasoned thief. He knew to test me a few times to see my reaction. Seeing that I didn't seem to pull away, he became more brazen, his hands starting to grope and knead my buttocks. Waves of heat spread through my body; I felt my body going weak, my cheeks burning. I pressed my face against my husband's shoulder.

When the pervert saw me lower my head, he assumed I was the kind of woman who was afraid of trouble, so he groped my buttocks even more brazenly, his fingers even slipping into my butt crack with practiced ease. Oh my god, I'd really run into a seasoned bus pervert this time.

Besides the physical excitement, I was also experiencing a contradictory mix of thoughts: "No, stop touching me! My husband is here, how can he be so brazen?" But on the other hand, I was also excitedly thinking, "Come on, my husband has touched other men's girlfriends' butts before, he should be punished too. Let this bus pervert play with his wife."

Although I felt ashamed, for some reason, whenever I thought about my beloved husband being humiliated by someone else, I felt a strange excitement. This time, I was being groped by the bus pervert in his arms. Just thinking about it made me very excited, and my private parts started secreting a lot of fluid. Oh dear,

my underwear was soaked, how embarrassing! At this moment, the bus pervert became bolder and actually pulled up my short skirt, his fingers directly touching my buttocks, even slipping inside my underwear. Before I knew how to react, a rough finger had already slipped into my butt crack, touched the fluid that had just flowed out, and slid in even more smoothly, accurately finding the location of my clitoris and digging in.

The sudden attack made me shudder as if electrocuted, and I almost screamed, clinging tightly to my husband. He turned slightly, and my entire body tensed. Oh no, he'd seen me! However, he only glanced at the pervert, seeing his hands brazenly groping my back, but he pretended to be nonchalant, seemingly enjoying the fragrance of my hair, even kissing my head. My face was pressed against his back, and I could hear his excited heartbeat. Strange, isn't it? My husband is different; I knew he was looking forward to his lovely wife being thoroughly humiliated by that pervert!

That big pervert was really skilled; his fingers were skillfully probing inside my vagina, making me tremble slightly. Then his other hand joined the fray, slipping under my skirt and rolling down my underwear. I felt a cool sensation on my buttocks. Oh my god, how embarrassing! That pervert not only touched my private parts but also pulled down my underwear! He's incredibly audacious! Is my husband being punished too harshly this time? He only lightly touched other women, but his wife had her underwear pulled down by a pervert.

For some reason, I kind of enjoy seeing my husband being humiliated. What do you think his colleagues and friends would think if they saw his wife being played with like this? Would they say he's a cuckold? Would they say his wife is promiscuous and lets men do whatever they want with her?

I know my husband's secret; he's the kind of guy who enjoys humiliating his wife. When we're on this bus, he often makes little moves on me, like unbuttoning an extra button on my collar, exposing my breasts to other male passengers. Sometimes he'll tie my hands behind my back, like we're playing a game of kidnapping, but actually he's just pushing me against other men, pressing my breasts against their arms. However, he's a little hesitant; he won't do this when he or some of my classmates or friends are on the bus, probably because he's afraid someone will tell on him.

My husband didn't know that women are the most discerning. I quickly discovered his strange fetish for humiliating his wife, but I wouldn't expose him because I knew he still loved me deeply, and I loved him deeply too. This fetish was just a personal hobby, like some people collect antiques, some collect stamps, and some play stacking. Conversely, deep down, I also had a desire to humiliate my husband. I felt that we were a match made in heaven.

At that moment, that pervert's genitals were pressed against my bare buttocks. What was this situation? My husband was in front of me, but a pervert was behind me. I was like the filling in a sandwich! A hairy, thick, hot sausage was rubbing against my butt crack. My god, what kind of pervert was this? How could he be so bold? If I screamed, wouldn't he be in trouble? But perhaps he saw through my thoughts. From his probing actions, he knew I wouldn't scream, so he boldly used both hands to rub my plump buttocks and spread my buttocks apart.

How utterly shameful! He's made me like this! My whole body was burning with excitement, and I couldn't support myself as I pressed heavily against my husband. I knew he was aware of it; he lovingly reached out to stroke my hair, but didn't turn around, pretending he knew nothing. But I could feel his heartbeat. Fine, husband, since you enjoy humiliating your wife, I'll let this pervert humiliate me as he pleases.

While my husband was stroking my hair, this pervert pressed his large glans against my tender vulva, leaving my delicate petals covered in slippery nectar. My body twitched slightly, feigning a struggle, but the movements were so subtle that my husband thought I was too shy to move. What he didn't know was that he enjoyed humiliating his wife, and I enjoyed humiliating my husband. I was going to make his beloved wife be raped by this pervert on the bus! If his relatives and friends knew his wife had been with other men, wouldn't he be mortified? Thinking of my husband's shameful expression, I became even more excited.

At that moment, I thought not only of my husband, but also of my parents. They always doted on my sister and me, treating us like the apple of their eye. But now, their precious daughter was being raped by a pervert on a bus. Mom and Dad, did you deliberately give birth to such a beautiful daughter only to be raped by a pervert? And you never dreamed that your lovely daughter would be raped by a pervert right next to her husband!

Waves of pleasure surged through me. I was so overwhelmed by the pervert's dozens of thrusts that I had to clench my teeth to keep from making a sound. His penis swelled up inside me, then erupted like a volcano, ejaculating thick semen that filled my vagina. My vaginal muscles tightly gripped his penis, contracting in waves. When the pervert's penis withdrew, surprisingly, not much semen flowed out; it was all absorbed by my vaginal muscles.

I was a little scared. After being raped and having semen ejaculated inside me, would he get me pregnant? But didn't my husband usually enjoy humiliating me? Then let this pervert humiliate me to the core! Let's just give my husband a huge green hat!

My face rested against my husband's muscular back, slowly calming my earlier panting. I thought to myself: How shameful! I was just raped by a pervert on the bus. I wonder if my husband noticed. He's so pitiful, his lovely wife being fucked by a pervert's penis

right behind him! Suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine, my heart nearly leaping out of my mouth: I saw Ah Biao! Ah Biao is my husband's good friend. How could he happen to be on this bus? And so close to us! Did he see everything when I was being raped? My God, neither my husband nor I noticed he was on the bus!

His eyes met mine, and I couldn't look away. He even gave me a lewd smile. This was terrible. He really saw me being fucked by the pervert. My cheeks burned, and I dared not look at him anymore. I really hoped he would just treat it as watching a live porn movie and move on.

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