Desi Hindu Wife fucked by Muslim Driver – Muslim sex stories

Amazing story of how a Desi Hindu Wife gets fucked by Muslim Driver – Muslim sex stories

My name is Namrata a 27 year old married woman from a upper middle class hindu family living in Lucknow UP.

This incident took place 8 months ago when my husband was in Delhi he works there in a multinational company, it was his new job. Now we have shifted there.

I used to get bored in the home with my father and mother in law, so sometimes I visited my friend’s house. It was one such day. I spent half of the day with my friend at her house. I lost track of time and it was 9:15 PM. In haste I left for my home. I had to walk at least 200 meters to get to the main street from where I could get some public transport.

I saw a women in her 2-wheeler scooty and I asked her for a lift she was kind enough.
I traveled half the distance with her and then had to get down as she had to turn and go somewhere else. My home was still far enough that I needed a public transport, I was hopeful. It was 10PM. I was on the street and it began to rain. It was the month of July which is rainy season here.

Unlike other metro cities this city begins to shut down after 9. It becomes difficult to find any public transport after 9:30 and the streets tend to get lonely. On top of that it was raining heavily tonight.

Soon i was completely wet in the rain. I was in a pink saree with a deep back and wide neck blouse.

I am 5.6 feet tall and My skin color is fair with naturally toned body. Suddenly out of nowhere I saw a beam of light approaching. It looked like an Auto-rickshaw I waved my hand and yes it stopped.

The rickshaw driver was an adult man in mid 30’s with unshaven face and a muslim skull cap on his head, no doubt he was a Muslim.

He asked me where do I want to go ? I answered him and he looked at my face and my wet body, then said – “I was going home but never mind I can drop you to your home.”
He was a bit creepy but I was shot of options so I sat inside the rickshaw.

He was driving slowly. I saw him adjusting the rickshaw mirror so that he could see me. He was constantly looking in the mirror every now and then and was doing it openly with no fear.

Suddenly he took a right turn into a narrow street. I asked, where are you going ?
He replied “Madam this is a shortcut don’t worry I am taking you to your home”.
I was starting to feel more anxious now. It was a lonely road with no street lights. It looked like a poor area.