Got Stuck in a Hole - Part 2

Make sure to read part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/1oghbpg/got_stuck_in_a_hole_part_1/

Right after I wiggled my ass out of that wall, I bolted straight to my room like a bitch in heat. My pussy was throbbing so bad from that mystery perv's fingers three of 'em stretching me wide, making me squirt almost that I couldn't think straight.

I slammed the door, twisted the lock with shaky hands, and collapsed on the bed. My saree was still hiked up, panties twisted around my thighs, soaked with my own juices and his spit from all that licking and sniffing. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" I whispered to myself, but my body didn't give a shit. I yanked my panties off completely, spread my legs wide like a cheap whore, and shoved two fingers deep into my dripping cunt.

Oh god, I jerked off like a total slut. My fingers pumped in and out, mimicking how he fingered me – first slow, then fast, curling to hit that spot that made my toes curl. I pinched my clit with my other hand, imagining his tongue lapping at my asshole again, that disgusting sniff turning me on more than it should. "Ahh, fuck... yes..." I moaned into my pillow, biting it to muffle the sounds.
My tits bounced under my blouse as I humped my hand, ass still stinging from his spanks. It built up quick, that lust he'd ignited without even fucking me. I came hard, squirting all over my sheets, my body shaking like I'd been electrocuted. "Oh shit... oh fuck..." I gasped, riding the waves until I was a sweaty mess.

Finally, I calmed down. I lay there panting, staring at the ceiling. Why the hell wasn't I mad? Some asshole molested me, treated my ass like his personal playground, he slapping, spreading, licking, fingering and left me horny as fuck without a finish.

I should've been furious, storming the house demanding answers. But no, my pussy was purring like a kitten, and deep down, that disgust had twisted into pure lust. "He's a sick perv," I told myself, but my nipples hardened just thinking about it. Was I cheating on my husband already? Guilt hit me like a brick I'm a newlywed, for fuck's sake! but curiosity won. Who was he? Why didn't he talk?

I recalled everyone in the house: Father-in-law's stern face, but those wandering eyes on my curves. The older brother-in-law, always teasing about my "juicy hips." His wife hates me, thinks I'm a flirt. The other one? Quiet, but I've caught him staring at my ass. Hubby's younger brothers – 18 and 20, horny virgins probably, sneaking peeks at my cleavage. The uncles? One's fat and loud, the other's slim and sneaky. Their sons? Fuck, too many suspects. No clues – he was silent the whole time, no voice, no scent I could place. Exhausted from the orgasm and the mindfuck, I cleaned up, changed the sheets, and crashed into sleep, dreams filled with rough hands on my body.

I woke up to weird sounds, like soft thuds against the window. I sat up, heart racing. Another thud. I crept to the window, peeking out into the dim yard. Nothing.

Then I spotted it: a crumpled paper ball on the floor, rolled in through the cracked window. "What the...?" I bent down, and I picked it up. Unfolding it, my eyes widened. Scrawled in messy handwriting: "What a ass!! you got 🥵 will fuck you soon!!, come to the same spot tomorrow."

My blood boiled. "You fucking bastard," I hissed, crumpling it back up. Who does he think he is? Teasing me like that, promising to fuck me after leaving me high and dry? But under the anger, that guilt-lust cocktail stirred again.

I couldn't accept what happened, it was molestation, plain and crude but I wasn't raging like I should. Part of me felt dirty for enjoying it, for cumming to the memory. Guilt gnawed at me, What if my husband found out? But curiosity burned hotter. Who wrote this? I stuffed the note in my drawer, vowing not to tell a soul. Involving the family? Hell no. If it was one of them, it'd blow up the whole house, accusations, fights, maybe divorce. Nah, I'd handle this myself.

"What a fool," I thought, smirking. "I'll catch you tomorrow, perv. You'll regret messing with me."

Night came, and my thoughts were a total clusterfuck. Dinner was awkward, I avoided eye contact with everyone, imagining each guy's hands on my ass.

Father-in-law passed the rice, and I wondered if his palms were that rough. The younger brother smirked at a joke, and I pictured him sniffing my. My pussy twitched under the table; I crossed my legs, hating how wet I got.

In bed, hubby was out cold from work, but I tossed and turned. Lust flooded me, replaying the slaps, the licks, the fingers stretching my hole. "Stop it," I scolded myself, but my hand slipped between my thighs again, rubbing my clit softly. Guilt hit harder: I'm a good wife, right? But the note's promise – "will fuck you soon" – had me dripping.

By morning, I was resolved. I'd trap the fucker.

Slipped out mid-morning when the house was busy. Went to the wall hole, tested it, squeezed through halfway, made sure I could pull back easy. No getting fully stuck this time. I propped my phone nearby, hidden in some bushes, camera app recording on a timer. "Gotcha," I am confident as hell.

I'd wait, lure him out, grab evidence, then confront. Heart pounding with excitement and nerves, I slid my upper body through the hole again, ass out but not wedged tight. I could wiggle free anytime. "Come on, you coward," I whispered, pretending to reach for something, waiting.

Minutes ticked by. Sweat trickled down my back in the heat. My saree clung to my skin, nipples hard against the fabric from the thrill. Was this stupid? Risky? Yeah, but the lust drove me – that promise of a fuck had me curious, guilty, and horny. Then, after a few minutes, I felt it: a brush on my leg. "What–" Before I could react, in a fraction of a second, strong hands grabbed my ankles. "Hey! Let go!" I yelped, trying to pull back. But he was fast – yanked my legs apart, wrapping something rough around them. Rope? "No! Stop!" I screamed, thrashing. He tied my ankles tight to something – maybe stakes in the ground? – spreading me wide. My hands? I flailed, but he reached through somehow – wait, no, my arms were on the other side, but he must've looped rope around my waist or something from behind. Panic surged. "You fucker! I knew it was you!"

My plan flopped hard. Confidence shattered – I thought I was smart, but here I was, tied and exposed again. He didn't say shit, just worked quick. Lifted my saree roughly, bunching it at my waist. "Don't you dare!" I shouted, but he hooked my panties and yanked them down to my knees, the fabric ripping a bit. My bare pussy and ass were out, cool air hitting my wet slit. Guilt crashed in: Why did I come back? I'm such a slut for this. But lust betrayed me – my clit throbbed, anticipating.

Then – CRACK! A forceful spank landed square on my right cheek, harder than before. Pain exploded, making my ass jiggle and burn. "Kiaaaaa!!" I screamed, the shout echoing in pain, tears springing to my eyes.

To be continue....