Security officer Personnel

1.) Asst. Commissioner of security officer (ACP)– Dharana (Chief in investigating

murder of main crime henchman)
2.) Inspector Vajendra – Assisting the ACP
3.) Deputy Commissioner of security officer (DCP) – Paul Ebenezer
4.) Commissioner of security officer – Sanjay
(DCP and Commissioner have only limited role in the story)

Crime Members
1.) Vinod – Ruthless henchmen to Balveer and murder victim.
2.) Balveer – Crime Lord
3.) Gowranga – Rival Crime Lord
4.) Bogan – Gowranga’s main henchman (killed by Vinod)
5.) Arun – Bogan’s brother and Gowranga’s crime syndicate member – took revenge
on Vinod for death of Bogan (his brother).
6.) Suseela – Bogan’s wife
7.) Suba – Bogan’s daughter – bangd violently by Vinod.

Other Members of story

1.) Jayakar – Big time Business Magnate (Age 53)
2.) Mounika – Jayakar glamorous and beautiful wife (age 48). Started an
adulterous affair with the young son of her friend Divya. Both, enjoys the sex with
her lover and has developed feelings for him.
3.) Sandhya -Daughter to Jayakar and Mounika. Spoilt brat who is sexually active
(age 23)
4.) Poorvith – Son to Jayakar and Mounika, brother to Sandhya (age 26). (Not
introduced into story yet)
5.) Neela – Poorvith’s girlfriend (age 24) (Not introduced in story yet.)
6.) Rajesh – Sandhya’s current boyfriend who hopes to charm her and marry her.
7.) Lekhashree (Lekha for short) Up and coming politician’s wife (age 31). Was
having a sexual affair with Vinod purely for sexual gratification.
8.) Rakesh – Politician and husband to Lekha (age 38)
9.) Prakash – Successfully seduced the till then faithful Mounika and had
embarked on a passionate illicit affair.
10.)Premavati – Rich female with low morals and person who lent her place to her
friend Lekha for her to use to have sex with Vinod. (Age 38)
11.)Yogeshvar – Big time industrialist and husband to Premavati (Age 41)
12.)Divakar – Lawyer to Jayakar
13.)Shilpa – ‘Aide’ to Jayakar, primary duty to take care of sexual needs of
Jayakar (age 23).
Other characters may come in as the story evolves. Though there are many character,
some will only have very minor role to play in the story.

Episode 1.

She runs her delicate fingers over his sweat drenched body. He was still breathing
hard after his exertion of the past twenty minutes or so. She never ceased to be
amazed by his body. Not because of the toned, hard muscled body .. the body that
had so attracted her so much but rather because of the many scars that adorned that
body. Can one man have these many scars on him? One circular wound on the left rib
cage. He had told her that a bullet had gone clean through, fortuitously missing
even his ribs and going clean through causing only a flesh wound. The person who
did that was not so lucky. He died, a bullet through his throat and choking on his
own blood filling his lungs. There were other scars too, a knife wound here,
permanent discoloured flesh caused by heavy bruises. All these had intrigued her
the first time these very same fingers of hers had explored his body. However,
there were other marks too that had caught her eye. Teeth marks, scratch marks ..
some faint and some fairly fresh. These were not marks that were caused by rivals
in acts of violence but rather marks caused by paramours’ acts of lust. He bore
both sets of marks with equal pride for they were both testament to his
masculinity. Now her fingers went soothingly over the very fresh marks that she had
just caused. She knew she had no hold on him or that he had any obligation towards
her. Their intimate liaison was for mutual satisfaction. Yet she felt a tinge of
jealousy every time she saw marks caused by her rivals for his sexual favour.

“Don’t be foolish,” she admonished herself,” he is a wild beast, not to be tamed by

anyone but to be enjoyed just as the free spirit that he was.”

She also knew that as a tamed creature he would not fascinate her as much as he did
now. Her exploring fingers traced down his hard body reaching his spent weapon.
Even in this flaccid state it still felt formidable. This was another reason she
adored him .. no, no, that’s not the right word .. she lusted for him. His love
pole was a perfect match to his hard body and rugged good looks. She took his big
gun in her elegant fingers. The flesh was soft. Its ammo spent into her moist
receptacle. She had to get it hard again and quickly. Once with him was never
going to be enough for her. Opportune time like this does not happen often. He was
not the type of person who can be contacted or met with easily or in the open.
Moreover, this sexual liaison had to be carried out surreptitiously. She couldn’t
afford any suspicion to arise in her own home or society. There was too much at
stake. The time they can spend together was as always limited. Once he has his fill
of a woman his interest in her wanes as quickly as his lust. It would be awhile
before his desire for that woman rekindles. Unlike him, her desire and lust for him
never abates as every moment spent with him is immensely satisfying for her. She
was gratified to feel the flaccid flesh stir in her fingers. She knew of his
appetite. Just like her, for him romping in bed just once was not enough. She knew
his rigid pole would plough her quim once more if he is sated for the time being.

She kissed his chest, taking the salty taste of his sweat on her lips. His manhood
stirred some more in her fingers. Her teeth nibbled on his nipple gently .. the
tubular flesh in her hand rapidly filled out and became firmer. Her nibble turned
to noisy suckling and his manhood almost reached its full magnificent state. Her
fingers squeezed the warm flesh in her hands. It still felt sticky, a result of
their first bout of wild mating concluded just a few minutes ago. Their mingled
love fluids made it easier for her fingers to run up and down his not
inconsiderable length. He grabbed her hair and pulled up her head. His lips pressed
hard against her soft red lips his tongue insistent to gain entrance into her sweet
mouth. The kiss was as fierce as was the man. There was never going to be any
gentleness in him. Yet she welcomed that. This unbridled voracious lust was what
she craved for .. what she needed. She had grown weary of gentleness. She needed
this rampant passion to trigger her own wantonness. She kissed back with equal
fervour sucking on his probing tongue. Her fingers grabbing his chest, her
fingernail digging into his flesh but he seemed imperious to any pain. His fingers
grabbed her tit squeezing it hard, her stiff nipple mashed hard against his palm.
He had been surprised the first time he had experienced this behaviour of hers when
she was in the throes of lust. He realised then that there can be unbridled
sluttiness even among the seemingly staid high society women, it just needed the
right man to arouse it in them. In fact, he had come to the conclusion that it was
just a front they put up before their men. It pleased him when these, so called
high class, women fornicated with unrestrained lust just like any common bitch in
heat would. What would the fathers or husbands say if they could see the whorish
behaviour of the women of their house-hold.

He pulled her head back by her hair and said,” enough bitch, now suck my cock.”

She would not have tolerated this if any other man had addressed her like that but
with him she took no offence. She was eager to do his bidding. She bit, licked and
kissed his body as she made her way towards his raging manhood. She looked at his
thick rod in her grasp with smouldering eyes. There was a fair bit of his stalk
protruding beyond her holding fist. She had pulled down his foreskin exposing his
sensitive bud. His orifice was oozing his pre-cum in anticipation of the pleasures
ahead. She did not mind that, in fact she reveled in its taste. Truth be said she
didn’t even mind the remnants of her own love juice still stuck on his stem. Her
tongue flicked out like that of a serpent scooping in his oozing lust with its tip.
Soon her tongue was making broad swathes over the head of his cock. This wasn’t
enough for him. He impatiently pushed down her head. He needed his warm flesh in
her wet mouth. In spite of his heated state he could feel the warmth of her breath
on his flesh. She was in much of a carnal state as she was. He looked with half
closed eyelids as her mouth engulfed his cockhead.

“Suck it you slut .. suck it hard. Deepthroat it like the whore you are.”

He knew that she would struggle to do it. He was too large for that but he also
knew that she would try her utmost. He knew from his experience that all these
bitches wanted to prove themselves with him. They wanted to be the best fuck he had
ever had. They want to be able to tame him, be there to do their bidding but he was
no one’s lapdog. These high-class bitches have an inborn haughtiness. They wanted
to dominate their boyfriends or their husbands as the case may be. With him however
they surrender to his masculinity. With him however the pleasure that engulfs them,
as his large hard flesh pumps in their tight feminine treasure, more than makes up
for their bruised ego. She started from the bulbous head of his pole, moving her
head up and down, just taking in only his head in her mouth. As the rapidity of her
movement increasing gradually she took more and more of him in her mouth. Even then
when she took only half of his stem in her mouth she felt his cockhead hit the
entrance of her throat. She held his stalk in her mouth as she ran her tongue all
along the underside of his cock. She could feel his blood engorged hard flesh throb
as her tongue teased the sensitive skin. He was now at his full stretched length.
More of his pre fornication fluid oozed onto her tongue. That masculine taste was
not distasteful for her, rather it was invigorating. Her feminine channel oozed in
response to this. She relaxed her throat so as to try and take more of him in but
she could not take in more than another inch or so. She chose instead to bring him
towards the brink of release by rapidity of her sucking. Both her hands were busy
as she suckled on his cock. One hand was stroking him in sync with the movement of
her head while with the palm of her other hand she was twirling the heavy sacs
hanging below his manhood. While doing that she would gently scratch the sensitive
skin below his sacs with her long nails. She knew that this would increase his
pleasure. She was rewarded for her efforts by the jerking of his phallus in her
mouth.

“That’s it baby, play with my balls as you suck… you’re really good at this you
slut. You know you should do this for money. You sure can name your price.”

He had literally told her that she would make a great prostitute but she took no
offense at it. In fact, she was pleased that she was pleasing him. Her response to
his insult was to run her nails right down to his anus. She scratched that to make
him drool even more pre-cum. She took his cock out from her mouth and moved her
lips to below his heavy nuts. She stroked his cock as she sucked on the extension
of stem she could feel below his covering skin. His dribbling was now completely
wetting her fingers. He let out a little moan. She was making him squirm in
rapture. He enjoyed the pleasure she gave him for a few minutes before moving to
the next point. He pulled her up roughly and lay her on to her back on the bed. He
looked at the full fleshed voluptuous housewife longing for him to take her. Her
hair disheveled, faint traces of smeared lipstick on her soft lips, eyes reddened
in passion, heaving heavy breasts, soft smooth slightly fleshy stomach and
quivering pussy lips visible from the very short neatly trimmed black hair
surrounding her pleasure gate. She lay there long smooth legs spread apart waiting
to take his manhood inside her. He was not ready to take her yet though. He thrust
two fingers in her wet quim. She gasped as his fingers entered wet tunnel. He
finger-fucked her, his fingers expertly teasing the wet upper walls of her slit.
Through his dalliance with many women he knew the key spots that would trigger the
passion of his lovers. Her gasps changed to whimpers of pleasure. Her head
stretched back, her neck along with it, her half-closed eyes were staring, unseeing
at the ceiling. Her own hands were kneading her thrust up breasts, her fingers
tweaking her nipples. He smiled wickedly as he saw the squirming body in front of
him. Her hips moved up wanting in return to fuck back the fingers that were fucking
her. Her whimpers became throaty groans.

“Arrg.. Arrghh.. god … you’re killing me you bastard.”

Her lust fluid had now thoroughly coated his fingers and there was a squishy sound
as his fingers went in and out. He would now and then rub the tip of his wet
fingers over her swollen clit. Pleasure rapidly built in her. She was racing
towards her release as his fingers expertly played her body as if she was a musical
instrument. Her incoherent moans, was the music that was produced by his fiddling.

“Fuck me…I want your big cock inside .. fuck me please….”

He felt immense pride when these high-class bitches pleaded for his cock. It gave
an overwhelming sense of superiority over the men who were considered the leading
lights of society. Nothing can match the feeling of joy he felt in having their
women begging to be screwed by him like common whores. He ignored her plea as he
continued to finger her. From experience he knew when she would lose her complete
control, but the time was not yet now. He licked her calf moving up to her thigh as
he continued the pleasurable torture of her body. He could see and hear her
breathing becoming faster, heavier .. her moans turning to cries. He had a sardonic
smile on his face as he saw her writhe in rapture. Her sudden small shivers that
was raking her body indicated to him that she would soon be reaching the point of
no return. He grabbed her by her buttocks and pulled her body up. His mouth latched
on to her pussy. Only her shoulder was on the bed. Her legs were hanging loose from
either side of his hands that was holding her up by the fleshy globes of her
buttocks. He alternately sucked on the labia encircling her clitoris and stuck his
tongue in probing her wet chamber. She reached her breaking point.

“Ohh.. Ohh.. Ohh.. ,” she groaned as she rode the crest of pleasure.

Her feminine fluid welled up in her pussy. He partook in the intoxicating sticky
liquid that gushed up. He let her shudder till the waves of delight that washed
over her body slowly subsided. He lay her body on the bed. She lay there with
closed eyes, her body limp but sated. However, he was just getting started. This
debauchery would only cease when he had filled her with his seed. He held his thick
phallus in his fingers as he rubbed it all over the entrance to her pleasure pit.
The head of his cock would prise open her delightful lips as it explored her
readiness to receive him. There was a generous amount of sticky viscous fluid ready
to ease the path for his sizeable tool. She was still in the after glow of her
orgasm to react to his taunting with his rod. He needed her to beg him to shove his
mega member into her narrow love passage. As he rubbed his cock over her slit, he
started licking her toes before sucking them one by one. He knew that this would
get her going again.

“Mmm.. mmm….,” soft moans started escaping her lips again but she still had her
eyelids closed as she still savoured the rapture she had experienced.

He just put only his cockhead inside and did minute fucking motion as his fingers
teased her clitoris. His other hand was slowly stroking her inner thigh.
“sss… yes… put it in…”

“What?? I didn’t hear you.”

Her eyes sprung open, there was yearning in those eyes. “Enough .. don’t tease …
put it in… please.”

He pushed his cock another inch inside but did not go all the way in. Her cunt lips
were fully stretched by his girth, practically in an oval shape.

“God .. your so big… come inside me baby .. I need you.”

“Do you want to be fucked? Hmm .. is your cunt itchy for my cock.”

“Yes you bastard .. I want this magnificent thing fully inside.”

Without warning his full pole slid in forcefully to be fully lodged inside her.

“Aww sss…ohh… you oaf .. slowly you’re killing me.”

He laughed without displaying any sympathy. “Well you wanted it in .. you asked for
it.”

“Even then, must you be so rough you ruffian.”

“Don’t put up an act you tramp .. I know you want it rough.”

He was the only one who would address her so degradingly but this degradation only
acted as a stimulant for her lust.

“Yes you brute, fuck me .. show me what you have got,” she challenged him. She knew
this challenge would provoke what she desired. A vigorous and thorough fucking.

He proceeded to show her exactly what he had. Her wet folds of flesh welcomed his
invading hard flesh holding it in its warm embrace. Every time it ploughed in and
out her muscles tried as much as it could to grip and hold it inside of her. It
failed every time in holding him tightly in but this failure .. the forcible
rubbing of hard tubular flesh against the wet gripping walls was the success that
took them to their bliss.

His hard flesh slid up almost till it was out before forcefully thrusting back in
fully. Every time it slid back in a surge of pleasure would run through her body.
She held him tightly against her body. Only his hips and buttocks would move
undulatingly up and down. Her calves were twined and pressing down hard over his
muscular thighs. Her hands were out of control on his broad back. Her fingernails
were making haphazard strokes over his back … sometimes embedding in his flesh,
sometimes drawing lines over his flesh. Slowly their sweat greased bodies thudded
wetly against each other. Their sometimes, accidental brushing of nipples against
each other would spark an added bit of bliss in their bodies.

“You son of a whore aang… aang… fuck me hard … hhaa.. hhaa.. shove your cock deep
inside my pussy you dog.”

“I’ll tear your filthy pussy you dirty bitch.”

“aang… sss… arrgh…” Her moans were getting louder and louder.

She enjoyed the rough barreling of his huge cock but she also knew how tender and
sore her pussy would feel afterwards but it was all worth it for the ecstasy that
engulfed her body now. She started feeling lightheaded, her nerves started
tightening. She knew she was on the verge of heavenly bliss. She grabbed his head
seeking his lips with her own. Their entwined bodies continued this dance of lust
for almost half an hour.

She had a number of mini orgasms all building towards a crescendo. Her pussy
muscles began to spasm as she reached a tremendous orgasm. As waves of pleasure
surged through her body in ecstatic release she sucked on his lips, muffling her
joyous whelps. He continued to bang her till he reached his own climax. His thick
hot hard flesh throbbed and jerked as his seed gushed in spurts into her welcoming
pussy. This triggered her once more and she too came in another rapturous release.

As he roared away on his motorbike his mind was still on the lascivious woman whom
he had left sprawled naked on the bed. The bedraggled state of the bed was a
testament to their vigorous copulation. She was a full-bodied woman, fleshy but in
the right places. Naturally one cannot expect her to have the svelte, sinuous body
of youth. Especially for a woman who had just touched the thirties and that too
being a mother of two kids. She could be described as being a bit more than
voluptuous but not even borderline heavyset yet.

Given a few more years she would most probably become matronly but she was still in
her prime of sexuality at present. She also had a few other plus points going for
her. She had a quite attractive face, fair skinned, not overly large and firm
breasts and she was quite tall. Most important of all was her enthusiasm and
horniness. She would ardently participate in all lewd acts of lust. That was why
she was one of his favourite fuck dolls. She had been especially passionate today.
It was one of the best fuck sessions he had. He was pre-occupied with thoughts of
her and the pleasures he had just immersed in. He who had been always careful and
alert and aware of the situation around him had become careless.

That was a fatal mistake. The road he was going in was lonely. That this place had
very sparse traffic was one of the essential elements for him to have his illicit
sexual dalliance here. But this very fact was also the reason for the horror that
was to befall him. As he rode fast down the road something cut into his throat and
he was lifted and thrown from his motorbike on the tar road. His motorbike went
skidding off about twenty to thirty meters away before it came to a stop. The full,
face covering helmet he wore protected his head as it slammed back on the hard tar
road, but that was not where the danger was. He had a deep cut in his throat from a
thin steel wire embedded in. Instinctively, in act of self-preservation his hand
had grabbed the wire and pulled it off. As he did so the wire cut into his hand
too.

As he pulled it off from his throat blood welled out from the deep wound it had
caused. He tried to get up but extreme pain shot up from his right leg. It must
have been broken as he fell he thought. Even in that wounded state with him
becoming weaker every second with the copious amount of blood he was losing his
mind was still clear. He had been in too many violent and life-threatening
situation for him to be befuddled now. He pressed his palm into his throat in an
attempt to stem the flow of blood. His other hand searched for the handgun he
always had in his back waist. It was not there. It too must have fallen off when he
fell down. There were a few men running towards him from both sides of the road.

He knew straightaway that these were not men who were coming to his aid but were
those who were hell-bound on taking his life. He was well aware that something like
this happening to him was a very real possibility because of the life he led. When
he himself had taken a number of lives he knew that it could also happen to him one
day but he never expected that this day would be that day. Knowing that death could
come any time in his life he had lived his life hard, having no sympathy, giving no
mercy and expecting none in return. He took what he wanted having no moral
compunction or care about who would get hurt by his actions. For the first time in
his life panic set in. He desperately looked around for his gun with rapidly
blurring eyes.

Episode 2

The men who ran towards him were doing so with a feeling of exhilaration. The first
part of their action had gone without a hitch. They knew how dangerous their task
was. One little mistake leading to failure and their targets escape would in turn
lead to their own death sentence. They knew if they had tried and failed in this
attempt then the man who was their target would somehow trace who they were and
would relentlessly hunt them down one by one till they were all dead. Now it looked
like there was no escape for him. Their plan had gone to perfection so far and
their target was seemingly helpless. Now all that was left was to finish him off.
To reach this point in executing their plan they had discretely followed him for
months. Always using decoys in relays rather than having one person following him.
It was always different set of persons each time, so that he would never recognise
that any one particular person was around nearby to where he was. They also used
outsiders and not anyone known to be involved in crime from within their circle.
They had been following him patiently over seven months. They had to make sure that
they were able to see if he had any set pattern in his behaviour. Any impatience
shown would have had disastrous consequences. Luckily, they were not hurried by the
person who had given them this dangerous task. All the person wanted was the death
of the target and time was not a constraint in getting that done. However, as they
followed him, they found that he did not seem to have any discernible pattern in
his movements. He was very careful in this regard. There was no way to predict his
movement so that they can make their own move. The only exception was in his
regular activities in serving his crime boss. There were regular routines in that
case but, he was not vulnerable at those times because he was always surrounded by
his men and they were all adequately armed to face any danger. It took four to five
months before they noticed one particular set movement. This was when he went alone
without anyone accompanying him. This movement was also very furtive. Only then
they became aware of this affair that he was indulging in. It took so long to
notice the pattern because of the infrequency of his sexual dalliance with his
paramour. In those five months that they were following him the secretive lovers
met only three times. All three times he had gone alone and their secret rendezvous
was always at the same place. So now after seven months of surveillance when he
once again went to the same location, they set the trap for him and now they had
him where they wanted.

Like a wounded tiger he still tried to fight back ferociously. Blood gurgled in his
throat. He spat out the blood that filled his throat. He could see his gun lying on
the road about 4 feet away. The men attacking him were fast closing on him. He knew
he couldn’t get up but he could still move. He rolled towards the gun. He grasped
the cool butt of his gun. Even in this dire straight that he was in It felt
reassuring to have something to fight back with. He needed to get one person at
least at first, that would stop and scatter the others he surmised. There was no
time to pause and take aim. With one swift movement he aimed and squeezed off a
shot. He saw the man who was in front of everyone jerk and curse loudly but he did
not stop coming forward. He held on to his arm as he ran forward. He who was always
precise and true of aim was not so today. At his rapidly weakening state he was not
as deadly with the firearm as he usually was. Even in this dire situation his mind
wondered who they were. But they all had masks on that hid their identity. He felt
a kick on his arm. The gun slipped out of his grasp and went flying across the
road. With the next kick to his head everything went blank for him .. permanently.

The leader of the group of assailants cursed the unconscious man loudly. Even with
the steel wire cutting deep into his throat he did not go down easily. The bastard
had shot him. Luckily it was a flesh wound to his arm. Realisation came how
fortunate he had been. The bullet could just as easily have pierced his chest. They
did not want to shoot the unconscious man. They did not want to be traced through
ballistics from the bullet. Firearms were too precious and hard to come by for it
be discarded after this assassination. He looked at two of his men who immediately
understood what was to be done. They systematically and brutally started beating
the unconscious man to hasten his demise. They had gloves on and used pieces of
wood found nearby as clubs. There should be no fingerprints or pieces of their own
torn skin found which would have been if they used their fists. All of them had
criminal records and could be traced if they left any evidence behind. Even though
this was a lonely road they had to move quickly in case anyone came by this route.
The leader stopped the beating after a few minutes. The body of the man was limp
and lifeless. He checked for a pulse and found none. He felt a thrill running
through his heart. They had done it. They had killed the man who many considered
would be impossible to do. They quickly carried the body off the road. They did not
want his body found or his death to be known publicly. Not immediately anyway. They
needed to be away from the city when the discovery of the body was made. They chose
this place for the ambush as this was a lonely place with thickset of scrubs and
bushes around. They put him in a sack, tied the sack tightly and threw him into a
shallow grave that they had dug earlier. They hid his motorbike among the shrubs.
Their intention was not for his death to be never found out. It needed to be known
but they just wanted a few days’ time before the discovery was made. His death
needed to be known eventually because of the message it would send to their rivals
in crime. They quickly left the scene in three motorbikes, two to a bike in fifteen
minutes intervals. Two of the bikes in one direction and the other in the opposite
direction. They felt an exhilaration that they had succeeded in this dangerous
task. As they rode away, the leaders of the assassins wondered what the women who
just got fucked by the dead man would be doing right now. The dead man’s semen
would probably still be warm in her pussy he thought with a laugh.

The woman he was wondering about was still laying on the bed. She luxuriated in the
comfort of the soft mattress she was laying on. She felt lazy but at the same time
invigorated by the marvellous sex she had just had. It would probably be two or
three months before she can indulge herself with this forbidden pleasure again. She
was fondly reminiscing about her departed lover not knowing that he had departed
permanently from this world. She stretched her body like a fully sated cat. She
really did not want to get up but get up she must. She reached for her phone which
was on the bed stand table. She scrolled through her call history and made a call.
There was a long interval before the phone was attended to.

“Hi dear, is it convenient to talk?” she asked.

“Not now Lekha, the meeting is still going on,” the reply was terse from the other
side.

“Sorry but how long more will it take?” asked Lekhashree.

“Another two or three hours, I’ll call you when it is done,” the phone got cut
abruptly.

“Aah what a waste,” she thought to herself,” if I knew this before I would have
kept him back for another hour. Could have fucked one more time,” she thought
wistfully.

She went to take a long warm shower. She let the warm water wash over her body like
a soothing balm to her tender flesh. There were still reddish finger marks on her
breasts. The brute had kneaded them so roughly. After about half an hour later she
was dressed and ready to go. She looked over herself one last time in the mirror.
There was something still missing?? Oh yes, she thought as she took the mangalsutra
from the dressing table and wore it back over her neck. Yep, everything is
complete. She at least had the grace to remove this holy symbol of marriage before
she indulged in the forbidden fornication with her lover. She left some money on
the night stand before she left the cosy cottage. The cottage belonged to a close
friend of hers who was very wealthy. They were so close that they shared their
secrets. That’s how Lekha got to know about this place. This was where the friend
of hers had her own trysts. As they were very thick friends she was good enough to
extend the courtesy of using the place to her too. The friend had discreet servants
who would come later to clean up the mess. She drove back singing along to the song
playing on the CD in her car. She drove by not realising that at the very moment
she was passing the very spot where her lover was killed about an hour or so ago.
After arriving home, she took another long luxurious bath and had her dinner before
retiring to bed even though it was still early, she was that exhausted by her
strenuous but delightful activity. Her husband Rakesh came back only around eleven
in the night. Her two kids were fast asleep by then (there were servants to take
care of them). She could see that he was quite intoxicated but she was in too good
a mood to start a row. Let him have his fun, after all she had already had hers.

“Darling,” he slurred,” you are looking at the soon to be MLA candidate in the
coming state elections.”

He seemed very pleased with himself as he made the announcement. She was pleasantly
shocked and pleased too. This was something they were planning for some time now.
Looks like they have succeeded at last. Mrs. Lekhashree Rakesh, wife of the state
assemblyman, mm that sounded good she thought.

“That’s wonderful darling,” she said genuinely delighted. “Was this announced
today?”

“The news will only be out after the election date is announced but it is confirmed
.. I’m in.”

She went and hugged her husband. Now she didn’t mind one bit that he was drunk. He
had every right to celebrate such good news. For her and her husband, it was for
the prestige of holding political power that they were in politics and not solely
for the opportunity to enrich themselves. They both came from quite wealthy
families though she realised that through this political power the potential for
further wealth growth was stupendous. Her husband sought to kiss her. She didn’t
mind the smell of alcohol on his breath. This was something she had got used to the
last year and a half. Her secret lover would often have alcohol on his breath when
they made love.

Later that night Rakesh was fucking her with a vigour he had not shown for years.
For the first few years of their marriage sex between them had been fairly
satisfying. Especially when she was young and curvy. Rakesh couldn’t get enough of
her but as time passed and especially after the birth of her two kids his interest
in her waned to a great extent. Now after nine years of marriage sex was something
that happened once or twice a month. That too he did not really seem to care if
she got her satisfaction anymore. It was more for his own release. She suspected he
had a trollop or two on the side. She had passed caring about that sometime ago.
She let him do what he wanted as long as it was discreet and did not disturb her
family life. It cannot be said that for her part she was above temptation. She too
had had a sexual encounter a couple of years before she had started her current
affair with her underworld lover. Her first illicit sex was with a man from their
circle of friends, someone of their same level of social status in society. But
that sexual encounter had been hugely disappointing for her. That man was a more
selfish lover than her husband currently was. At least her husband had given her
satisfaction during the early years of their marriage. The sex with him had been
hugely disappointing. She had summarily ended the affair with that one bout of sex
though the man kept persisting in his pursuit to continue the affair but he finally
gave up when she wouldn’t budge from her decision. He had concluded that she was
wracked with guilt for having cheated on her husband and that was why she ended the
affair even before it had really begun. He didn’t realise the real reason was his
own inadequacy as a lover.

Her husband was busy with his blossoming political career. He was a member of a
somewhat new party that was gaining popularity among a section of youth and
society. Opinions were that they would probably garner about twelve to fourteen
percent of the vote. Not enough to capture the state, possibly not even sufficient
to win any seat but they could become a formidable coalition partner. The main two
parties in the state were practically neck to neck in the standing with people. Due
to anti-incumbency, the main opposition party may have a slight edge. Her husband’s
party was being courted by both the main parties. It was a wide held sentiment that
the party her husband belonged to would determine the winner of the state elections
depending on who they went into coalition with. Her husband’s party was playing
hardball settling for nothing less than a share in the government if they were to
pledge their support. Huge amounts of cash were offered, lucrative positions in
state-controlled enterprises were offered in lieu of a coalition government. They
however stood firm in their demands. They knew that they were in a position of
strength in the negotiation. Their demand was for three minister’s position. One
for the party leader, one for the deputy leader and Lekha hoped the third would be
for the rising star in the party, namely her husband. As her husband humped-away
she absentmindedly caressed his back as she thought of how it would be if she were
a minister’s wife. High officials in the government and the security officer would
have to show deference to her. That was more intoxicating for her than any sex can
be. Her mind was not on the sex with her husband right now. She had had her fill
already that afternoon. She hoped he would finish fast so that she could go to
sleep. Finally, her husband’s body shuddered as he reached his orgasm, she too
moaned for his benefit.

Her husband lay in bed snoring, both in drunken stupor and because of the exertion
of copulation. Lekha surprisingly could not, even though she too had sex today, two
times very enthusiastically with her lover and once perfunctorily with her husband.
Normally she would have very sound and relaxing sleep after having sex with her
lover but today the news her husband told her had made her too excited to sleep.
Unbeknownst to her husband, she was as ambitious as he was if not more. If her
husband became prominent and successful in public life, she needed to be way more
discreet than she was now. She needed to curb, maybe even forego her illicit
activities no matter how delightful and satisfying it was. Her husband would be
subject to greater scrutiny and by extension she too. Not only the press but rival
political parties would watch like a hawk for any bit of scandal to bring you down
especially if you are in power. She would love to have her sexual itch scratched by
her lover now and then but would that be too much of a risk in the future? Would
she have to sacrifice the few precious moments of stolen bliss? She reflected on
how she had first laid eyes on her lover, that too because of her own husband. Her
husband and another party member were rivals for the leadership of the powerful
youth wing of the party. As, one of the strong support-base of the party was from
the youth demographic of the population, the youth wing of the party had strong
influence in decision making of the party. The other party member vying for the
youth leadership had come through the grassroots and had built strong support from
among the cadre. However, he was from a humble background and did not really have
any financial clout. Moreover, his educational background was also very moderate.
Her husband’s strength was his educational qualifications and financial muscle, but
his weakness was not having very great support at grassroots level. In all of this
the grassroot support was the key to gaining control of the youth wing and hence
her husband was at a distinct disadvantage.
This was were Vinod came in. Vinod … that was her lover’s name. One day when she
came back home after shopping, she found her husband deep in conversation with
Vinod. (She didn’t know his name then). She had wondered who the strapping, rough
looking man who was talking to her husband. They both looked up when she walked in.
Her husband seemed irritated by her presence here. He had tersely told her to go
upstairs to her room. Vinod had looked at her with leering eyes. His eyes seemed to
have the power to penetrate through her clothes and observe every swell and curve
of her body. She felt a shiver pass through her, she couldn’t decipher if that was
because of disgust or thrill. He made no effort to conceal the fact he was
stripping her with his eyes even though her husband was there with him. As she
closed her room door upstairs, she felt her heart racing. She felt like she had
been in the presence of something wild and dangerous. He seemed to be somewhat good
looking, in a sort of rugged way. There was a certain attraction about him, a
thrill caused by what one would call animal magnetism. He fascinated her like
something dangerous would fascinate us. Like being fascinated by a cobra with its
hood open and looking at you. She wondered what business her husband had with such
a man. He was the type of man one would need if one intended to engage in something
nefarious, but why would her husband have need for that. After a while she could
hear her front door open. He must be leaving her home she thought. She quickly
walked to her window and peaked out from behind her curtain. There was a jeep with
two men standing beside it waiting for him. Her husband walked with him up to the
gate, where he again had a short conversation before her husband walked back in.
Before the ruffian got into his jeep he looked up at her window as if he knew for
certain she would be peering at him. Alarmed, she quickly let back the curtain. He
would later tell her that he knew she had been looking at him from the ruffling of
the curtains.

He would come and visit her husband at least once a week. Her husband seemed to
meet him only at their home. Rakesh did not want to be seen with him anywhere
outside. If she happened to be there he would boldly look at her whenever he came
but she on her part would avert her eyes in embarrassment. He had that type of an
effect on her. One time she decided that she won’t be intimidated in her own home
and stared right back. He held her eyes with a touch of amusement and satisfaction
on his face. It lasted all but two seconds but his eyes had seemed to bore through
to her soul in that fleeting moment. Once again she was the one who backed down. No
man had excited her before like the way he had. She had never even spoken to him
directly, her husband would not allow that, but yet he seemed to have invaded her
thoughts completely. The reason for her husband’s association with him became
evident about two months later from the news that was splashed out in the media.
The son of the man who was the rival to her husband for leadership of the youth
wing of his party, was caught taking drugs. Not only that he had a large supply
stashed in his home that came to light when his home was raided. The father was
also taken into custody for questioning. Media was rife with speculation. Was the
son just an addict or was he also distributor of drugs. What was the father’s role
in that? How was it possible he was not aware of what was going on in his home? The
party’s name was highlighted for all the wrong reasons. Opposition parties took the
opportunity to denigrate the party in all ways including viral YouTube postings.
The father had no option but to resign from all positions in the party paving the
way for her husband to capture the position as chief of the youth wing. After that
Vinod visited her husband once again. She saw a briefcase exchange hands. She
somehow knew that her husband and Vinod were responsible for the events happening.
Vinod would confirm this to her when they were in bed together. How he got the son
into drug addiction, supplied a large stock of drugs to take home and set him up
through his connections with crocked security officer personnel.

At that time when she saw the briefcase exchange hands, she instinctively knew that
her husband’s business with him had concluded with that. Would that mean he would
not be coming to her house anymore? She couldn’t but help feel disappointed. His
visits had stirred new excitement in her life. Were things going to go back to
being boring and routine? About a week after she received a call from an unknown
number. As it was from someone that was not in her contacts she debated whether to
answer or ignore it and finally decided on the latter. It rang for a while and then
stopped but a few seconds later it rang again. It was the same number. Wondering
who it could be and with a little bit of irritation she answered the phone.

“Hello? Who is this? she had asked.

“Hi Lekha, how are you?” It was a deep male voice.

Straightaway she knew who it was. She was in a panic as to what to do. Not knowing
how to respond she cut off the phone. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. The
phone rang a couple more times. She dared not pick it up. Finally, there were no
more calls. It a while for her anxiety to abate. As she became calmer, she cursed
herself.

“You coward Lekha, why didn’t you talk? He couldn’t have done anything through the
phone could he.”

She had slowly turned from trepidation to waiting longingly for his call. Finally,
when a call came after an hour, she eagerly took up the phone. Looking at the
number she was disappointed, it was not from him. It was from her husband. She
answered the phone being careful not to show the disappointment she was feeling.
After that call for the remainder of the day there wasn’t any call from anyone
including him. Her pride prevented her from calling him on her own. That night she
sought sex from her husband but he ignored her and was soon snoring away. The next
day she kept looking at her phone hoping there would be a call or message from him
but nothing of the sort happened. In between, her friend, her mother and her sister
had called but still no call from him. Messages galore from friends and relatives
but nothing from the man who she most wanted to contact her. She cursed herself for
her weakness, he could bring her to this state of desperation just by ignoring her.
Yearning turned to disappointment, then to irritation and finally to a bit of
anger. She won’t talk to him now even if he called she decided. All this resolve
simply dissipated when around 3pm his call came.

She composed herself a bit before answering,” hello.” Her voice was tremulous.

“Hello beautiful .. finally got the courage to talk?”

She smiled at this but of course he wouldn’t have been able to see she was smiling.

“How did you get my number?” she asked the obvious question.

“When a woman is attractive as you, one will always find a way to get her number,”
he laughed. Even that deep laugh caused excitement in her.

So began their secretive and titillating conversations. It was about a month before
they finally met in person and that very day he took her to a lonely spot in his
car. They spoke for about ten minutes just normal talk but she couldn’t control her
heart from racing away. Both of them were excited knowing why he had chosen this
lonely spot and also eagerly awaiting what was to come. She much more than him
because situations like this was new to her but not to him. The only excitement for
him was successfully seducing a high society woman for the first time. The women he
had had before were all middle-class women. His excitement was that, he was going
to fuck a woman, above his station in life. He lay his hand on her saree clad
thigh, slowly caressing her as he spoke. The hand slowly moved across her body. She
stopped breathing anticipating his hand would grab her breast but he went right
across and pulled up the seat lever. Her backrest went back a few inches till she
was seated half reclining. His face was very close to hers, their warm breath
intermingling. She looked into his eyes. He read the clear invitation in them. His
lips pressed on hers as his hand finally grabbed her breast. That first day there
had been a lot of heavy kissing, kneading and suckling on her breasts. She had
gasped as he took out his formidable club. With all their petting it had already
reached its full proportion.

“Good god, what is that .. it’s so huge.”

He was used to such reactions from women. He knew from experience that in itself
was not the most important thing. He knew of men who were larger than him but were
terrible lovers. They succeeded in causing pain rather than in giving pleasure to
their partners. But then having a large prick was advantageous too. A large love
tool used properly would be enjoyable for both the man and woman. Especially for
the woman who would soon become devoted to it. They didn’t fuck that time but he
fingered her to an orgasm and she gave him a tremendous blowjob. The next time they
met they had fucked in the car but he felt uncomfortable doing it in the confined
space. She refused to come with him to any house or hotel for fear of discovery.
Things were frustrating for them without really being able to get a place for the
illicit pleasure till finally, she got the cottage of her friend for use for their
sexcapade. He didn’t feel comfortable in having a set routine but against his
better judgement he agreed to her wishes. Fucking this wealthy politician’s wife
was thrilling to him and he had not yet grown tired of her. He however limited
their sexual encounters to very infrequent intervals. In some ways this was good
for Lekha too. It made her look forward to these infrequent afternoons of rapture.
It was maybe because of this precise reason, limited opportunities to have sex,
that when they met the sex itself was extremely fulfilling. She reflected on all
this as she lay beside her husband. They only had met five times in her friend’s
place for their salacious wallowing in pleasure apart from the four times of sex in
the discomfort of his car. Would she have to give him up so soon? She knew that as
an MLA of the ruling coalition her husband may come under scrutiny in public.
However, this would not be to the extent where his every move would be watched. She
could very well still manage to continue her illicit sexual dalliance maybe with a
bit more caution, like limiting their encounters to out of state encounters. But if
as she hoped, her husband’s party come to power and he is selected to become a
minister then the intensity of scrutiny would be such that it would be foolish to
take any chances. There was still a few more months before the elections. She must
cajole Vinod to meet with her more frequently in this limited time available for
them. Once campaigning begins even that wouldn’t be possible. She was not aware
then that no matter how much she cajoled he wasn’t going to come back from the
dead. Without being aware of what had happened to him she decided she’ll message
him the first thing tomorrow morning before she fell asleep.

Episode 3

Assistant Commissioner of security officer Dharana surveyed the area around him.
His men were combing the area where the body was found. They were moving around in
progressively bigger circles looking for anything that could have been accidently
dropped, any foot marks etc. security officer work contained a lot of painstaking
tedious work. Nothing glamorous about it. He had his nose covered because of the
stench from the dead body. From the condition he estimated it was about two to
three days old. A couple of men passing through this area had seen two stray dogs
digging furiously at the ground. Out of curiosity when they approached the dogs the
first thing that hit their nose was the stench. The stray semi wild dogs snarled at
them, protecting their find and possibly their potential meal. They would have left
the dogs be but then suddenly they spied a hand that was dug out from the covered
sand. Shocked at their find one of the men chased the dogs away with the long staff
in his hand. The dogs stood their ground refusing to move away till the man had to
give the dog a hard hit before it ran away with a whelp. The dogs did not go far
away but they stayed just out of reach, snarling and showing their teeth every now
and then. The other man had wanted to getaway from the place. He didn’t want to
have any trouble with the security officer. The normal fear and reluctance
especially from the poor in getting involved with the security officer and courts.
But the man with the staff was made of sterner material. He stood guard over the
corpse till the security officer were called and arrived. ACP Dharana was thankful
for the civic sense of that man. This was a place that had very little human
traffic. Even from his superficial observation this seemed to be a clear case of
murder. The face had been smashed beyond recognition but he could see the clear cut
on the neck. He was waiting for the doctor to come and do his investigations. He
would have more relevant details then. He was disturbed from his thoughts by
someone hailing him from around sixty meters away.

“Sir, over here,” called out Inspector Vajendra.

He quickly walked over to where two of his men were standing. Hidden among the
bushes was a motorbike. It was an expensive and high-powered bike. It most probably
belonged to the man who was now a corpse lying not so far away. No great effort had
been made to hide the vehicle. Either the man/men who murdered the victim did not
have time to properly conceal the motorbike or they weren’t particularly bothered
to do so. Dharana squatted to have a closer look.

“There is a possibility of getting some fingerprints sir, we’ll have to wait for
the forensics team. They should be here anytime now,” said Inspector Vajendra.

“There seems to be no number plates, who ever murdered the man must have taken
them, probably didn’t want the man to be traced through the motorbike registration.

Inspector Vajendra was someone who had got to this position after years of service.
It was his personal opinion that his experience was worth more than any training
that can be provided to these young IPS officers who immediately become their
superiors solely because of their education. There was always a hint of
condescension when he spoke to Dharana. Dharana was aware of this undercurrent of
derision from his subordinate. He chose to ignore it. He was new, on his first full
posting. He had to earn their respect for it to be meaningful. Nevertheless, he had
to reiterate his position of authority. Tolerance can only be for so much.

“Why aren’t they here yet. They should have been here at the same time we had
arrived,” he let his irritation show. “Follow me,” he ordered Inspector Vajendra as
he strode purposefully towards the road.

“What do you expect to find there … sir,” there was a gap before he said the word
sir as if it was just an after thought to address him with that honorific.

Dharana was aware the inspector was testing him and he smiled to himself. “Why do
you think I’m going there,” he put the question back to Vajendra.

Now the inspector was in a fix. He wanted to test the ACP as to how much he knew
what to look for but now if he did not answer this properly then his own
qualification as an investigator would be called to question. This young man is not
as raw as I thought he was, he said to himself. At the age of 27 the ACP was 10
years younger to him.

“Since the victim apparently came on that motorbike it was likely he was ambushed
while he was going on the road.”

“That’s right and where on this stretch of road do you think that could have
happened? ACP Dharana asked with a smile.
This young pup was needling him Vajendra thought with a bit of anger, but he knew
well enough not to show it. Whatever said and done, he was answerable to him as his
superior officer. He surveyed the stretch of road with an experienced eye.

“Why do you think the ambush must have happened here. He could have been killed
elsewhere and his body dumped in this place, sir,” he tried once more to put the
ball back in the ACP’s court.

Dharana was not having any of that. “What do you think is the reason that I think
the ambush happened here?” He was not letting the inspector wriggle out of this.

How much should he say … hmm enough to show his competence but not everything that
he was thinking decided Vajendra. That would be for later if warranted.

“It would make no sense to kill that man elsewhere and then dump him here. If
whoever was involved in this, and I do think there would have been more than one
man involved here, wanted to dump the body from where it would not be discovered
there are other more suitable places than this.”

ACP Dharana was looking at him speculatively. “Is that the only reason? Go on.”

Inspector Vajendra sighed before he continued. “The way the motorbike was covered
hastily meant the assailants, whoever they were, were in a hurry and needed to get
away quickly. That doesn’t indicate a scenario where they would be lugging around a
dead body with them.”

ACP Dharana smiled. “That’s right, and with that grave dug up it would mean that
they, as you say, would have staked out this place and had prepared the grave
earlier. Dharana casually looked around. We should check this, thirty meters
section of road, don’t you think?” he asked the Inspector.

The inspector found his respect for the ACP grow in spite of himself. This guy is
no fool, he thought to himself. That was the only section of the road where people
could have waited hidden from sight. The rest of the stretch of road was quite
exposed. This would be the logical stretch of road to look for clues. Meanwhile the
forensics team just arrived. Inspector Vajendra barked out orders to get them
going.

Both of them started checking out the road carefully. “Look at these small pieces
of metal Vajendra, it could be from the motorbike and these look like tyre skid
marks.”

“Yes sir, and this looks like dried blood, I’ll get the forensics to look at this.”
This time the ‘sir’ came out more readily.

ACP Dharana looked up and down the road. “Vajendra, this is a lonely stretch of
road here. There are not much of residences around. I would like every house, farm
building checked out in both directions. Is it occupied, is it abandoned, the
details of people staying there, the ownership of properties etc. Go as far as need
be in both directions. Take the photograph of the motorbike. See if anyone had seen
that around.”

“Yes sir, I’ll get a team ready for that. We’ll start as soon as possible.”

“And Vajendra, make sure we have competent people on the team.”

“Yes sir.”

There was a small group of curious onlookers at the scene along with some press
people including photographers and videographers. Dharana was really irritated.
These people were hindering their investigations. He didn’t want them trampling all
over the place, god knows what possible evidence they may be inadvertently
destroying. The media was a whole different level of irritation. They sought
instant answers as each network sought to outdo each other. He knew that probably
some people from his department are the likely tipsters for the press. They were
usually rewarded for giving these types of information and he knew very well there
is nothing he can do about it. On the other hand, there were times the media had
its use. So, it cut both ways.

They spent another two hours thoroughly combing through the area. Finally, ACP
Dharana ordered that the medical examiner’s report be sent to him as soon as
possible. A lot of thoughts were running through his mind. Seeing the tattoos on
the body of the corpse he concluded that the victim was probably involved in some
sort of criminal activities. But then again tattoos seem to be the in thing with
some perfectly normal young people nowadays. This was the very first big case of
his career on his first proper posting. He needed to show his mettle in this case.

ACP Dharana had just finished reading the medical examiner’s report. The victim had
been garrotted, probably with a steel wire. The way the victim’s motorbike had
skidded, the victim had been garrotted and thrown off his bike as he was riding
past. That would mean that the wire was pulled taut just about as he was driving
past. For the victim to be thrown off like that (the victim was a strapping young
man) at least two men on each side would have been holding the wire. Even then the
wire would have cut the fingers of the men pulling it from either side because of
the force of impact .. unless, unless the end of the wire was wound round a rod or
metal pipe. Secondly it indicated they were waiting to ambush him. This would mean
they, the killers, were aware of his, the victim’s routine. Also, probably the
ambush would have been planned for sometime and then executed. The victim had not
died because he had been garrotted, though without quick treatment he could have
bled to death from it. Looks like he died because he was brutally beaten. If he had
been already dead who would take the trouble to beat up a corpse. The report said
that cause of death was blunt trauma caused to the brain. The report also said that
there were traces of dried sperm in his underwear and the forehead of his penis. It
indicated that the victim probably had sexual intercourse recently probably just
before his murder. If that was so then who is the woman he had been with wondered
ACP Dharana. He would love to find out more about the victim and that can easily
happen if he could find out who his paramour was at that time. She (maybe can even
be a he) would most certainly provide valuable information. It would also help
establish the identity of the victim and the approximate time the crime took place
by knowing the approximate time the victim had departed from his lover. For all you
know this affair between the victim and his lover could be an illicit one. In that
case the lover would not want to be discovered and would also not be forth coming
with information. If it was indeed a secretive lovers’ rendezvous that would
eliminate the houses along that way that were occupied by families. His men would
have to check on any houses that are generally empty but furnished and is therefore
likely be a suitable place for rendezvous between secret lovers. They would need to
check to see who owns such houses or properties and do it discretely. There was a
knock on his door as he was pondering on the matter.

“Come in,” ACP Dharana called out.

In came Inspector Vajendra. Dharana could see that he was excited and brimming with
some news. So excited that he forgot to salute him, but he let it pass.

“Sir, we have established who the victim is,” he said excitedly.

A victim is just a victim, why this sudden cause for excitement wondered Dharana.
What was so special about the victim he mused. Without saying anything Dharana just
raised an eyebrow enquiringly.

“We’ve matched the tattoos on his body, the fingerprints .. no doubt about it. The
murder victim was Vinod.” Vajendra said that as if it would mean something to him.

Seeing the blank expression on his superior officer’s face, Vajendra continued,”
Vinod, the chief henchman of Balveer.

Now it struck Dharana. He had been briefed on the three crime lords who controlled
the crime in the city. Vinod, the righthand man for Balveer, the seemingly most
powerful of the crime gangs. Vinod, infamous for his brutality and shrewdness. Had
been detained many times by the department but they had never been able to pin
anything on him. If not for the damn human rights commission and political clout
they themselves would have killed him in an encounter. If he had been ambushed and
killed in this manner the suspicion would straightaway fall on the rival crime
factions. Good god could this lead to retaliation and a gang war? He couldn’t care
less if the bastards shot and killed each other. It would be good riddance as far
as the decent members of society are concerned but the worry was for innocent
bystanders caught in the crossfire of any gang warfare. And if a spate of violence
were to break out now, especially with elections coming soon, there would be a big
hue and cry from the opposition politicians about the break down in law and order.
This in turn would cause the ruling party to put immense pressure on the security
officer force for a quick resolution. The bloody irony would be that the very
politicians putting pressure on them would also be one putting pressure on
protecting criminals who they had been using for their own ends. Either way it’s
not going to be pleasant times. This is not a simple murder case. There are going
to be grave repercussions and he had to brace for it. This case must be highlighted
to his boss, DCP Paul Ebenezer. He had to prepare a complete and thorough report
before meeting him. The DCP would expect that from him. Some four hours after
preparing a detailed report he sent it to his boss and waited for his call. DCP
Paul liked to go through fully the reports of any case brought to his attention
before he has a meeting with the concerned officers. He wanted to know every aspect
of the case so as to see how appropriate are the actions being taken by those under
his command. Some forty-five minutes later, Dharana and Vajendra were summoned to
his office.

As they walked into his room and saluted him, they could see the concern in his
face. DCP Paul was a firm looking man just past his mid-thirties. He had a
reputation for being strict but very fair in his dealings with his men. He also had
a reputation as a clean security officer officer who could not be corrupted nor
would he succumb to pressure to look the other way in cases involving influential
people. One of the reasons he could not be bought was because he came from a
wealthy family. He did not have need of money. He chose this profession out of love
for it and desire to serve people and be on the side of the powerless. Hence, he
was hugely respected by his men. He was also a devoted husband and father. He doted
on his wife, Philomina and his two daughters. He waved at Dharana and Vajendra to
sit.

“I’ve read the report, now tell me is there anything else that has come up in the
meanwhile or anything else I need to know?”

Dharana gave him a verbal report on his suspicions and conclusions as well as the
actions that are currently being taken.

“Has there been any queries by the press? Has the identity of the victim become
public yet?”

“The press was there at the scene of the crime itself. You know sir how people from
within the department give these types of tip (that a crime had been committed) for
monetary rewards from them. We can’t change that but the identity (of the victim)
is not public knowledge yet.”

“What about our informant in Balveer gang? Has he informed on the situation going
on there? Are they aware of the death of Vinod?”

They had managed to coerce and get one of the members of Balveer’s gang to be their
informant. With, the information and the evidence they had on that man they could
have been sent him to prison for at least eight to ten years, but he was more
valuable to them as an informant than him being put in prison. The drawback was
that he was a fairly low-level member and his information so far has been primarily
about their movements. But still it was valuable to have someone on the inside.

“Apparently they seem be to be unaware. It seems they have been making frantic
efforts to contact him.”

DCP Paul sighed. So, they were not aware of the situation yet he thought. “Should
we release the information on this?” Dharana asked the very question that the DCP
was pondering and was troubling him.

This cannot be kept under wraps for long anyway. If it was not revealed early there
would be more questions raised on why was this so when the information comes out as
eventually it will have to.

“Yes, go ahead and release it, there is no point holding that back. Remember, I
want all the three gangs in the city under heavy surveillance. I want any outbreak
of violence to be dealt with severely.”

Both Dharana and Vajendra knew which three gangs the DCP meant. They were the only
ones who were well organised with influences in political circles and to their
shame even in the security officer circles. Their strength to engage in strong
arming tactics where the politicians did not want their involvement known to the
public was useful for them (politicians) and their ill-gotten gains were used to
buy influence in the security officer force wherever possible. Their meeting
continued on for about three hours. Finally, the DCP went off to appraise the city
commissioner of the situation.

(In a posh apartment somewhere in the city). Sandhya looked at the face of her
current boyfriend Rajesh and smiled. She loved seeing that expression on his face.
She pulled the foreskin of his cock and rubbed the red bud with her thumb.

“Ahh that feels good baby, suck it …. Please,” he begged her.

She took a deep pull on the joint she had in the other hand and gave it to Rajesh.
He too took a deep pull on it and let the smoke out with a satisfying sigh. He was
on a high from both the sex and the drug.

“You want me to pull some more on the joint,” she asked him. As she spoke to him
her fingers were busy fondling his erection. His veins were bulging as her fingers
expertly pleasured him.

“Sure baby,” he said as he offered the joint back to her.

“Not that joint but this one in my hand,” she laughed throatily as she pulled on
his cock.

He looked at his girlfriend’s fingers rhythmically pulling his skin up and down.
She was really quite good at giving a handjob. That’s an experience she must have
gained over time and not just though handling his cock alone he thought with a
tinge of jealousy.

“Oh yes, but I want it in your mouth more,” he groaned throatily.

“Well, if you want me to do that then you’ve got to eat me first,” said Sandya as
she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.

Rajesh looked at the small mound of her clean-shaven pussy. The lips were wet and
glistening. They were slightly agape and he could see the pink flesh inside. He
really did not want to do this but he knew if he was to get a blowjob he had to
lick her first.

“Come on you rascal, let me see how you perform. If you’re good then I’ll drain the
life out of you with my mouth,” she promised him.

Everything she did was conditional to him giving the same level of pleasure to her.
He needed to be able to please her or he could soon become an ex-boyfriend. She was
the one in control of the relationship not him. She curled her fingers summoning
him to get his head between her thighs. Sandhya was the twenty-two years old
daughter of one of the biggest businessmen in the state. She was spoilt, headstrong
and had all the arrogance an heir to immense wealth would have. She was just
eighteen when she lost her virginity to her first boyfriend. The current one was
her fourth. Though she was aware that the business and the major portion of her
father’s wealth would go to her elder brother as the sole male heir, her portion
from her father and her portion of inheritance from her grandfather was in itself
very substantial. She knew that none of her past boyfriends or the current one was
going to end up as her husband. Her father had other plans for that. She would be
married off to someone from another family of equal status to her own and where the
alliance would be mutually beneficial, business wise to both families.

She was headstrong but not foolish. She had come to accept this would be her lot in
life. For someone who was supposedly rebellious she accepted this because she was
aware that only that type of alliance would enable her to continue her extravagant
lifestyle. She had become too used to this to give that up even to a little extent.
She did not have any romantic notions of love. That was driven out of her when she
saw the life her parents had. Her father’s wholehearted involvement in his business
and his frequent travel. Her mother with her own circle of friends, her parties and
social clubs. They seemed to stay out of each-others way as much as possible. A
true marriage of convenience and something that seems to be destined for her too.
How did they ever get together enough to produce her and her brother she would
often wonder? That was probably in the initial stages of marriage when they still
felt attraction for each other. Her mother was still quite a number, even now when
she was between mid to late forties. How much more gorgeous she would have been
when she was young. She was in a way a little jealous of her mother’s good looks.
That good looks seemed to have been passed on to her elder brother who was handsome
and charming. Though she too looked pretty, she took more after her father. She
also suspected that both her parents were getting it on the side. Was this by
mutual understanding or being done surreptitiously by one or both of them she did
not know or for that matter, care. She was determined to live her life the way she
wanted and to have her own fun. She was considered the wild one in the family,
beyond control. Her brother was the studious, responsible person between the two of
them. Her brother always had the sense that he was the one who had to carry the
burden of the family business empire. For her part she was there to enjoy and
indulge herself in everything the immense wealth gave her without any of the
responsibility.

She held her boyfriend’s head and pressed it on her pelvis. “Lick, me Rajesh, eat
me … yesss … just like that,” she encouraged her latest boyfriend whose lips was
burrowing into her wet snatch. She wanted his probing tongue to tease the wet walls
of her cunt.

Her boyfriends so far, all four of them, were from wealthy families too but none of
them were anywhere near as wealthy as hers. As long as they were good bed partners
that was enough for her, though she did not limit herself to them only. She
sometimes had a one off with someone who took her fancy just for the variety. She
held his head with both her hands as she rubbed her cunt on his face. She knew
Rakesh didn’t like her doing that but she wasn’t bothered about it. Her juice was
being rubbed onto his face. He tried to pull his head up but she locked his head in
place by her thighs and held his lips right on her pussy lips. As far as she was
concerned it was a privilege for him to serve her needs.

“Now suck there my little slave .. eat my cunt.” Her arrogance and dominance were
in full display in her words.

Rakesh knew she won’t let go until he brings her off. So, he started sucking on her
pussy lips earnestly, inserting his tongue in now and then. The slurping sound was
quite loud now as he sucked on her pussy.

“Ohh… Ohh… Ohh…,” she moaned rhythmically. Her buttock muscles tightened and
relaxed alternatively as she rode the small waves of joy building in her lithe
body.

She relaxed the grip of her thighs on his head. “Put your fingers in baby .. finger
fuck me.” She knew exactly what she wanted and was not shy to demand it.

He obeyed her command. He sucked and finger fucked her cunt at the same time. She
was leaking quite a bit. It was not an unpleasant taste for him truth be told. The
odour her pussy emanated being in sexual heat was in fact was intoxicating to him
but still he felt demeaned that she treated him as her sexual slave. She moved her
body around with his face still buried in her pussy so that they were both now
lying on their sides in a sixty-nine position but not with one above the other.
With only their torsos lying on the bed but their upper body twisted with their
heads in each-others private area. Rakesh’s fully erect manhood was now right
before her eyes. It was of an adequate size to fully give her all the satisfaction
she needed. Only thing was, he would not last very long when he gets overly
excited. She needed him to get her to the edge first only then when he inserted his
cock in and fucked her, she would be able to reach her orgasm first before he came.
She lovingly stroked his cock slowly so as to keep the pleasure he was feeling on
at an even keel and not race fast towards a climax. Rakesh stopped what he was
doing as he enjoyed the pleasure from her dainty fingers.

“Don’t stop you idiot, suck .. you want me to do this don’t you,” Sandhya said as
she took his cock head in her mouth and sucked on it a couple of times. The command
in her voice was evident to him.

Her wet lips rubbed and pulled his foreskin down as her tongue took a swipe on his
sensitive bud. His stomach crunched slightly as his body tightened with pleasure
slowly running through his body. She was a born cocksucker Rajesh thought to
himself. I need to really get her to become crazy about me. Becoming the son-in-law
of Jayakar (Sandya’s father) would be greatly advantageous for the advancement of
his own family’s business interest. He had no illusions about her. He knew he was
not her first man (as she was not his first woman) but he was determined that he
would be the only man for her henceforth. He sucked on her swollen clitoris as his
fingers gently but rapidly teased the sensitive wet walls of her cunt. The slight
movements of her hips in fucking his fingers back showed him that he was doing the
right thing. Sandya’s head movement increased in speed as she took more than half
of his hot flesh in her mouth each time she sucked. His foreskin had come
completely down over the bud and was stuck there. Now he felt more pleasure as her
mouth and tongue teased that exposed reddish bud. He felt her squeeze his balls
gently in the palm of her hand. Sandya’s thumb and forefinger squeezed below the
head of his penis as she sucked so that he would not get too aroused as she slurped
on his cock. They enjoyed these pleasures of the side show for a few minutes before
the start of the main event. Sandya pushed Rakesh onto his back and got over his
hips with her knee on one side of the body and her other leg across his body on the
other side. She held his cock in her hand and moved her pussy right over to its
head. She rubbed it over her private lips pleasuring herself.

“How does it feel Rakesh dear, you want to get in me, huh,” she smiled
mischievously.

His rod ached to get into the warm embrace of her pleasure pit. The soothing clutch
of her flesh was so near yet he knew that she would only insert it in when she is
ready for it. Nevertheless, he begged her,” get on me baby I want to fuck you.”

“You have been a good boy and ate my cream well, but you have to wait some more.”

She continued to rub the smooth soft bud on her crevice. As she did so there was a
slight sloshing wet sound as their pre-coitus fluids mingled. She got off him and
looked around. Rakesh looked at her disappointed she did not take his cock in.

“What is it baby?” he asked.

“Where’s the condom?” she asked.

He reached below the pillow and took out a packet and tore the wrapping.

“Why did you put it there?” she asked him.

He was half hoping that she would become careless and allow him to knock her up.
Then she may be forced to marry him because she was carrying his child but no
matter what state her arousal was she was always careful. He didn’t say anything
but just handed the condom to her.

“You put it on, quickly, I want your cock inside me,” she said as she teased her
clitoris with her own fingers continuing to keep her arousal from diminishing.

The head of his cock was wet, with both of their fluids. He quickly put the condom
over his raging erection and rolled it down its length.. She got on top of him once
more and she looked into his eyes, smiled as she lowered her body. His manhood was
slowly swallowed by her moist quim till, when she sat on him, it was completely
buried in her. They laced their fingers together as she slowly moved her hip up and
down. His hard condom covered flesh disappeared and then reappeared as it emerged
from her clasping sweet flesh. Soon the condom covering his rod was wholly coated
by her sticky fluid. Using the condom was in a way advantageous for both of them.
It would help him to hold on for a little bit longer and it would help her too, as
it would enable her to reach her own peak before he did. She moved up till only the
head was lodged in her before sitting back down slowly. He knew that this movement
which has started so slowly would gather speed after a while. Sandhya was
experienced enough to know he would last longer with her doing it with she being on
top. Once she has had her orgasm she would let him get on top and hump her.

Sandhya had her eyes half closed as she enjoyed the pleasure his stiff pole gave
her. Rakesh felt his own lust increase as her face started to contort in agony like
pleasure. Her pert tits quivered each time her pelvis thrusted down on his body.
Her half inch nipples were fully swollen and jutting out from the brown areola.
After around five minutes of this slow humping her movements began to speed up.
Sandhya started moving up and down much more rapidly. There was a thudding sound
every time their bodies slammed against each other. He pushed his hip up to meet
her every thrust. He grabbed and squeezed her swaying breasts and tweaked her
nipples as they fucked.

“anng… anng… anng… hold on Rakesh, I’m getting near… hhmm… hhmm…”

“Come on baby, come for me.. humpp…” Rakesh gasped.

“Oh, yes… fuck… ahh.. “

Rakesh pumped his hips up to meet her downward thrust. “Faster.. ohh.. fuck
faster,” she exhorted him.

Her movement became faster and haphazard. Her moans more constant now. Rakesh was
happy that she was going to reach her climax anytime now because he was having
difficulty holding off himself. He had his eyes closed tight trying to think of
something .. anything … that would help him from gushing out. Finally, he heard
what he had been praying for.

“Ohhh… Rakesh.. Yesss…. AArrgh….”

Rakesh opened his eyes now. Sandhya’s lips were quivering, she was gasping, her
iris was half hidden under her half-closed eyelids. The look on her contorted face
as she was in the throes of an orgasm was enough to push him over the edge too. He
spurted out streams of thick gooey into the condom as streaks of pleasure ran
through his body. Sandhya seemed to be enjoying her orgasm even more. She
shuddered for a longer time than the twitching of his cock. Finally, her body lay
down on top of his, her chest pressed down on his chest his rapidly shrinking cock
still in her pussy. She looked at his face and smiled. He was happy to see the
satisfied look in her face. Yes, he had succeeded once more in pleasing her. Her
long languid kiss reaffirmed that. Half an hour later she was all dressed up to
leave his apartment. Her make-up was immaculate once more showing no signs of the
girl who had been trashing around in the bed with him not so long ago.

“Bye baby, see you soon,” she said to Rakesh who still lay on his bed with a
bedsheet covering his nakedness.

“When will I see you again sweetheart,” Rakesh asked her.

“Soon,” was all she would say.

“Love you,” he said out loud at her departing figure.

She just turned and gave him a sweet smile before she whisked off.

Rakesh waited till he heard his apartment front door close and click shut before he
reached for his mobile phone and made a call.

“She just left,” he said to the person on the other end of the line,” I think she
is slowly really falling for me,” he continued.

“Good, don’t fail in this. Alliance with her family would take our business to
places we can never dream off,” said Rakesh’s father.

Rakesh had been a disappointment to his father. Be it in studies, display of

intelligence or even business acumen, he was a failure but if he could get Sandhya
to accept him as her husband then there was at least something he was useful at.
Let him not fail in this too he thought of his son. He was wistfully dreaming of
all the business opportunities that would arise if his business was aligned with
that of Javakars.

Sandhya got into her car and was driving home in a good mood. Sex had been good
today. To be fair that was the case most of the time with Rakesh. Rakesh was a
useful boyfriend to have around. Good fun, but she could not think of him as her
future husband. Though he was from a wealthy family they were not in her own
family’s stratospheric level in that aspect. Her father would fix an appropriate
alliance for her but in the meanwhile she was determined to have as much fun as
possible and Rakesh was currently fulfilling that role. If someone better came
along she would have no hesitation in breaking off her relationship with Rakesh.
Anyway for the inheritance she was going to bring to her groom’s family, her future
husband was not going to be worried about her chastity before the marriage of that
she was sure.

Episode 4

Sandhya parked her car and walked into her palatial home. The house usually had
quite a few servants around and occasionally at this time her parents or brother
would be around too but in spite of that she always felt she was alone there. As
she was about to pass her parents room she found the door to the bedroom slightly
ajar. She could hear her mother, Mounika’s voice. The sound was so soft it was a
little more than a murmur. She knew her father was out of the country so she was
curious to see if there was anyone with her mother. Maybe her long held suspicions
of her mother would be confirmed today. Her footsteps became silent as she
practically tiptoed. Her steps slowed down till she stood just a step away from the
bedroom door. She debated what to do. Should she just perk her ears and listen or
should she have a look inside. She hesitantly .. quickly had a peek inside. Her
mother was on her bed but she was alone. There wasn’t anyone with her. It was just
her speaking on her phone to someone.

“You are terrible you know,” her mother said in mock admonishment to whoever was on
the other end. Her words were words of admonishment but her tone was coquettish.

Sandhya had never heard her mom being coy like this. She now seemed to be listening
to what was being said from the other person with a smile on her face. What she
heard must have pleased her. She laughed in a husky seductive tone. Being a woman
herself Sandhya understood the tone very well. The tone every woman used when she
displayed interest and wanted to be suggestive. The tone her used was something
Sandhya herself had used when she found someone of the opposite sex to be
attractive and she wanted to subtly inform the man of her interest in him.

“ .. the look on my face.. you idiot anyone would have that look when you do
something like that… ,” her mother said throatily.

“Haa ha, she laughed again.

Sandhya was almost certain now that the person who her mother was talking to was a
man … and it certainly was not her father. So, something was going on as she had
always suspected she concluded with a certain feeling of thrill, wonder who it
could be she pondered. Sandhya saw her mother get up and start towards the door.
Maybe she noticed the door ajar and wanted to close it or maybe she suspected
someone was there. Sandhya felt it was better to beat a retreat from that place and
so she quickly and silently walked to her own room. Though she desperately longed
to hear her mother’s conversation with whoever was on the line with her. Who was
her mother talking to? By her flirtatious tone it seemed like it was a man on the
other side of the line. But then again was she reading too much into it, could it
have been just one of her female friends. There was something suggestive in the way
her mother spoke so she felt that it was more likely that she was talking to a
male. It was strange to hear from her mother the type of tone she herself used when
she wanted to be seductive to her boyfriend, that her mother was also capable of
being flirtatious. Now maybe this was the confirmation of what she had long
suspected. Her mother was getting her own needs fulfilled by others. The words her
mother spoke, ‘..do something like that’. What was the outrageous thing that the
other person had done? Did that person grab her mother suddenly?

Now Sandhya seemed to remember her mother said this in reference to the other
person mentioning ‘the look’ on her mother’s face. Did that mean her mother saw
something that shocked (aroused?) her? Did it mean the man had exposed his .. his
cock?? This thought stirred up her own emotions. Strangely the emotion was not that
of anger or resentment that her mother was cheating on her father. She knew how
much of neglect her mother was enduring. It was more of a vicarious thrill. She
herself sought and found great joy in sexual fulfilment. Why should her mother be
denied that? Afterall she too was a woman who deserves her needs to be filled. She
recalled now that her mother had been away the whole afternoon yesterday that is
the day after her dad had gone overseas on a business trip. She had come back home
in a chirpy, jubilant mood. Sandhya tried to recall if she also looked a little
worn out? Worn out by a vigorous romp in the bed with someone. Happy and exhausted
was how her mother could have been described to have been yesterday. It suggested
that what had happened had been very satisfying. The look on her mother’s face was
what any other sexually experienced woman would instantly recognise and would
probably envy because she would have wanted to have experienced the same delight.

“Had my mom spent yesterday afternoon fucking with someone? Sandhya wondered out
aloud.

My mom may have had her fun yesterday and I her daughter today, what type of women
we are in this family, ha, ha she laughed to herself. Her dad deserves it for being
hardly around. Her mother had all the luxuries in life except one of the most
important one, companionship of one who loved her. Her mother would not have lack
of wooers as her mother had taken care of herself. She still looked attractive
despite her age. In fact, she still had the looks to ensnare men half her age. Her
dad on the other hand had not bothered to look after himself that much. It didn’t
matter though. The power of his status and the thickness of his wallet would be
enough to ensure nubile young things would willingly share his bed on his many
trips. How can one live without a fulfilling sex life? From her own experience she
now how exhilarating good sex can be and so denying that to her mom, especially one
who was as glamourous as her would be unfair. Another shattering thought came to
her all of a sudden. That what her mother was undergoing was the exact same future
that had been set for her too. Would she be able to live a life like her mothers? A
life where you would be married to a negligent husband who was hardly there? She
looked around the luxuriant surroundings of her bedroom. Well it was going to be a
trade-off to make some sacrifices for a life of luxury. Why not, she decided. She
wasn’t bothered if people were to look at her as someone very shallow. She needed
to be pampered. That was the only lifestyle she had ever known and she was not
ashamed of it. There would be plenty of men like Rakesh available if she needed
sexual satisfaction elsewhere after her marriage.

In a bedroom not quite thirty feet away from Sandhya’s, Mounika locked her door and
went back and lay on her bed. Though she knew no one would intrude into her room
without her express permission she nevertheless took that precaution as she didn’t
want to be disturbed in any way. She was too intoxicated by the new developments of
yesterday and did not want any interruptions. She had cut her phone call as she
came to close and lock her bedroom door and now she called back, but this time on
videocall.

“Hi, once again,” she said with a smile.

“Hi to you too,” said the youthful face from the other end.

That youthful face was 28 years old Prakash. The son of one of her friends. His
father was a business associate of her husband and the close relationship between
the two families began around three years ago when the men became business
associates. Prakash had been away for around five years and he had just come back
about six months ago after his studies in the US. He was introduced to her on his
welcome back home party which took place a month after he was back, that is about
five months ago. She had found him to be a personable young man, quite polite and
well mannered. His mother, that is her friend, was very proud of him. In fact, it
was her friend who had dragged him over to introduce her son to her. After that day
she had met him casually a few times. But when their meeting became more frequent
than for it be only coincidence she started to have an inkling that something was
not quite right. He seemed to pop up at places where she normally went. At those
times he would make it a point to engage her in long conversations. She found it
strange he preferred to spend time with her rather than people his own age who were
also there at the same time. After a while she realised he was actually flirting
with her. She was a little taken aback at first at this unexpected attention, then
a little amused by his obvious fascination with her and finally she even felt a
little proud she could still attract such a young man. But she reasoned to herself
that this infatuation would soon wane away. She also knew her friend would ‘kill
her’ if she responded to the said friend’s son’s romantic flirtations.

However, Prakash’s interest didn’t seem to relent. His desire for her was so clear
in his eyes. She only hoped that no one else especially her friend would notice
this. In fact, he had grown bolder and he now even started to call her on her phone
frequently. Being pursued after all these years evoked a feeling of excitement that
slowly gathered momentum within her. All these years she had immersed herself in
social activities, parties etc to compensate for the neglect from her husband but
contrary to what her daughter thought (or even some others in her circle of friends
presumed) she had never sought to stray from her marital vows. In all these years
even though there were many opportunities and no lack of pursuers she had remained
faithful to her husband. She had no illusions as to her husband’s own infidelity.
She had accepted it as being part of her husband’s lifestyle. The temptations he
would be subjected to with many women throwing themselves at him, primarily because
of his wealth and in some cases some women who get attracted because of the power
he wields due to influence of his wealth. The obsequious behaviour of other men to
her husband because of his position and wealth in itself would make her husband
attractive to certain women who get drawn to power. Besides this she thought, due
to the stress her husband would be subjected to in his crucial business dealings he
would be in need of relief from that in some way. Soothing sex would be a great
stress reliever. Being a woman of her time, upbringing and background she had an
acceptance of her role in the family and her lot in life. Contrary to what her
daughter thought, her conjugal life with her husband had not completely ceased.
Though infrequent, she and her husband did have sex when he was around at home.
Also, her husband though it cannot be said that he was a fantastic lover in bed, he
was nevertheless fairly adept as a lover and was able to satisfy her even now, when
he is in his early fifties.

Now this young upstart Prakash had evoked feelings in her that she long thought had
faded and gone away for good. He had made her laugh. He had given great attention
to her. Most importantly the unabashed naked want in his eyes had gone to the very
core of herself. It felt so good to know that she was still desirable to a
strapping young man. How can such a young man be so besotted with a mature woman
such as herself. After a very long time she began to look at her own reflection in
the mirror with wonder. What was it about her that so attracted him? Yes, she was
still shapely though she should still get rid of about three or four kilograms she
had thought critically as she had preened before a full-length mirror. She held up
her breasts in her two hands. They were large but not overly so as to look awful on
a curvaceous body. Most importantly they still had very little sag. She looked at
her stomach. She pinched it with two fingers. Only when she pulled it like that
there was a slight bit of flab otherwise it did appear flat. Her legs were an asset
to her desirability. They were silken smooth, well rounded, long and shapely.

“Have you no shame, this young rascal had made you admire yourself unashamedly like
a lovelorn teen,” she had admonished herself with a laugh, looking at her
reflection in the mirror.

It wasn’t as if she didn’t have other admirers all this while before Prakash. But
by their approach it was always evident to her that she was a much sought out
conquest for them. They wanted to boast that they had bedded the wife of such a
wealthy and influential man. Hence she had given them short shrift, sending them
away with their tails between their legs whenever they tried to cross the
boundaries she had set for herself and them. Prakash however was different. He
showed genuine care. So was his admiration. Even if she did not give herself to him
she felt that even after knowing that he would still want to spend time with her.
He seemed to genuinely enjoy being in her presence.

“Don’t be foolish,” she would scold herself,” he’s almost half your age, he is only
a little older than your son. Act your age you old fool.” Yet for the first time
her feelings overrode her sensible thoughts.

Having said all this, she never thought it was going eventually to lead to
anything. She was confident if really he tried anything she would be able to resist
the temptation. She would not want to give up her long-cherished chastity, it just
wasn’t something she felt capable of doing. All her intention was nothing more than
to humour him in his pursuit of her. In a way she was also indulging in her own
fantasies. As she had no intention of giving herself to him she felt there was no
danger in her behaving this way, that is giving him some encouragement. She
underestimated how intoxicating it would be to her to be pursued by an attractive
young man. She never expected her indulgence would abet him to permeate her
consciousness in such a way that he would frequently intrude into her thoughts. She
also overestimated her own strength in resisting him. In the course of five months
she went from reminding herself of the valid reasons for not giving into him to
slowly looking for excuses as to why it would be justified if she was indeed to
lose her long-cherished chastity to him. Suddenly her husband’s negligence became a
greater fault than it was before. Her suspicion of her husband’s philandering on
his trips was not so justifiable anymore. Her own feeling, that time is passing by
fast and she had forgone her own happiness for this shallow life of material
luxury, began to hit her. For the first time she allowed herself the feeling of
resentment against her husband for his behaviour. This was something she had
suppressed from affecting her these long years. Without even realising it she had
become ripe for seduction. Even as her internal resistance slowly crumbled her
self-pride did not allow her to throw herself to her young seducer. Prakash had to
make the move. If he did her resistance may not last long though how much of a
struggle she would put up was something she did not know. However, would a young
man like him be bold enough to act on his desires and make the first move with an
older woman, especially one who was his mother’s close friend? She was conflicted
in her mind what she really wished for. Whether she hoped he would make a physical
advance on her or hoped he would never get the courage to do that. Yesterday all
this confusion came to an end. The opportunity for him to finally seduce her arose
all out of a coincidence. He met her when she just came out after shopping at an
exclusive boutique. (Or had he been actually following her and made it look like a
chance meeting). He invited her to a cup of coffee and they had an interesting
conversation. The conversation was interspersed with some sexual-innuendos but
nothing she could take offence with. If she was being honest with herself she
really did enjoy it. He had been able to create a bit of a sexually charged
atmosphere between them. From there he invited her to view the new condominium he
had bought. Alarm bells should have gone off but against her better judgement she
agreed after some persuasion from him.

“Wow it looks beautiful,” she had remarked as she appreciatively surveyed the
tastefully furnished apartment.

“Glad you like it,” he had said. She could see that he was genuinely pleased by her
appreciation.

“Is this where you plan to move to after your marriage?” she had asked. He was
currently residing with his parents.

They were talking as he led her around the apartment and they just happened to be
at the master bedroom at that time. She looked at the large king-sized, lushly
furnished bed. She felt an irrational pang of jealousy that some woman would one
day share this bed with him.

“Probably,” he replied,” but I wanted it this way because I been longing to share
it with an angel first.”

“Who is that? Your future wife? Do you already have someone in mind?” she asked
looking up at his face somehow disturbed that he may already have someone who was
close to his heart. She hoped he would not notice her perturbance.

“Yes, I am looking at the angel right now,” he said with smouldering eyes.

It took a few seconds for his words to register in her mind. She was stunned ..
shocked .. (elated?) .. her heart started racing. She had half expected that this
moment would happen one day but now when it happened all of a sudden today, she was
least prepared for it.

“Wha..wha.. what are you saying Prakash?” she stammered.

“You heard me the first time, I know you know how I feel about you,” he said as he
took a step towards her.

Alarmed she took a step back. She was not prepared for this. “Have you gone mad
Prakash. Do you know who you are talking to.”

She took another step back. In her heart this was what she had wanted too yet why
is she resisting. Her physical actions were one of resistance yet the emotion that
filled her heart said something else.

As he kept moving towards her she kept stepping backwards. If any other man had
done this she would have slapped him and put him in his place but now all she did
was retreat helplessly.

“Yes, I know, I’m talking to my angel,” he said huskily. The raw, naked desire in
his eyes caused a joyful lilt in her heart.

“You’ve lost your mind, I’m old enough to be your mother .. in fact, your mother
would never forgive me. She and I are such good friends.” She couldn’t step back
anymore as the bedroom wall prevented her moving anymore.

“I don’t care, you are all I can think of. I’m crazy I know, crazy for you.” He
leaned towards her body. Her hands on his chest prevented him from moving any
further but she knew that he could feel her fingers trembling.

Her body ran hot and cold. Unabated emotions were surging through her. Her mind was
in a flux. She had lost the ability to think rationally. That she was agitated,
that he could cause this in her would have given him more confidence to force
himself on her.

“Don’t do this Prakash, I’m too old for you,” she pleaded but she would have been
disappointed if he listened to her pleading and had moved away. That he did not was
causing her alarm and elation in equal measure.

“I’ve not met a single young girl who could hold a candle to you.” His hand softly
touched her bare arm (she had worn a sleeveless blouse), tracing small lines on her
soft flesh. She shuddered at his touch. Her womanhood responded to the gentle
teasing as if it had a mind of its own.

“I’m married.”

“Who would be foolish enough to let you be single all these years.”

“This is wrong Prakash,” Mounika couldn’t look directly at his face. She was afraid
he would read the desire in her eyes too. God, let me not swoon into his arms she
prayed.

It was too late for that. He already knew in her heart of hearts how much she
wanted him too. “Don’t fool yourself Mounika, you deserve more than this.” He
called her by name for the first time. She liked the sound of her name rolling on
his lips.

“I know you want me just as much as I want you my angel Mounika, I can see it in
your eyes. Let yourself go don’t hold back and I will give you the happiness you
need and deserve.”

Had I been so easy to read Mounika thought to herself. Prakash was not like just
any other young man. He was mature beyond his years. He knew what he wanted and was
relentless in getting his wish. Mounika tried one last time. She was trapped. His
hands on either side of her body trapped her to the wall. His hands and body had
imprisoned her. Her only escape was if he relented. She could of course have
forcefully pushed him away or slapped him but those thoughts never entered her
mind. It was obvious even to her that she wanted to be seduced too. What she was
now doing was a weak and feeble effort to assuage her guilt. He leaned forward to
kiss her. She turned her head to one side but that did not stop him. He just kissed
her cheek. He held her by her jaw and gently moved her head to face him. She had
her eyes closed shut her lips were quivering. The maroon lip gloss on her succulent
lips were too much of a temptation for him.

“Your lips are so tempting Mounika, so juicy and sweet.” His words continued to
inflame her passions making her resolve weaker by the moment.

Soon his lips entwined with hers as he kissed her passionately. Her final bit of
resistance melted in that ardent kiss of her young lover. Things moved quickly from
that. The long smouldering pent up passion could not be held back anymore. There
was the frantic effort to undress each other. Her saree was pulled off from her
body even as he continued to suck on her lips. His hand pressed upon her breast
kneading them with an eagerness of finally getting to hold that which he had long
hoped to possess. Her hands that had been at her side was now hugging his body.

“Mmm.. mmmm …,” the sound of their feverish kiss filled the room without their
lips ever parting from each other.

Her red lipstick was a mess not just on her lips but on his too. He sought to
unhook her blouse even as he kissed her but struggled to do so. It was not as if he
was inexperienced in undressing a woman, he had that experience with a few women so
far. But they were all with younger women who wore western clothes which was much
easier to get off the body. This was a completely new experience for him. She came
to his aid and soon the hooks were completely undone. Only now did his lips leave
hers. He looked open mouthed at her two breasts that her demi bra did more to
reveal than hide. For a mature, experienced woman she felt a little shyness at the
bold admiration shown by a man so much younger to her. Yet she hoped that he liked
what he saw.

“Mounika, my darling .. They are so much more beautiful than I imagined.” His open
and earnest compliment of her feminine beauty endeared him further to her.

He stooped to kiss her. Feathery kisses on her deep cleavage. It caused her to moan
softly as his lips exalted in the softness of her smooth flesh. As he kissed his
hands reached behind to unhook her bra. This he had no trouble doing as he had done
many times before. Her loose bra still clung on to her breast till he pulled it off
completely from her body. Her breasts jutted out proudly from her body with hardly
a hint of sag. Her nipples were pointing slightly to opposite directions.

“You know Mounika I had often dreamed of how they would look but now at last I can
see them .. your firm ripe fruits mmm I must simply taste them.”

Saying this he gently squeezed her left breast with his thumb on one side and his
fingers on the other and kissed her nipple. They stirred slightly. He stuck out his
tongue and teased it with the tip of the tongue. It half grew in length and when he
took it in his mouth and sucked on it, the nipple fully extended and popped into
his mouth. He gently chewed on the rubbery tip as he slurped on the nipple.

“Ohh .. uh uh.. ,” she gasped as she sucked in her breath, ooohh….” her surrender
to him made him elated.

He sucked on her breasts voraciously making sure not to neglect either of them. He
two palms cradled his head, holding them to her breasts. The young man, feeding on
her breasts was igniting her own lust where she wasn’t in control of herself
anymore. This was the second adult male who had every got a chance to taste the
sweetness of her ripe dangling fruits.

“Oh god .. yes .. baby .. oh… suck .. ah .. suck.” Her ramblings of lust were faint
but still clearly audible to him.

As he suckled on her breasts he undid the buttons on his shirt with one hand. He
finally stood up to remove his shirt completely from his body. Her nipples were
fully swollen and wet because of the ministrations by his mouth. She too was seeing
his naked upper torso for the first time. His well-toned, finely chiselled body
would delight any woman. She was amazed that a youth like him, a fine male specimen
of virility would find a mature woman such as she, attractive. He watched her
looking at his body with a smile. He could see she found his body alluring but yet
she just stood there. He took the initiative here. He took her hand and placed it
on his chest. Her hand then moved on its own, running slowly over his body as if in
wonderment. Her well-manicured long nails drew marks that left no lines on the firm
muscles of his body. Even seeing this long longed for touch of her fingers on his
body was erotic to him. She was so engrossed at what she was doing that she did not
notice him unhook his pants and let it fall on the ground. Only the rustle of the
clothes as his pants slid and fell down his legs drew back her attention.

Again, this was the first time she was seeing his sturdy thighs but what drew her
attention straightaway was something straining to get free of the boxers he wore.
She was still in her petticoat but before he undressed her fully he decided to that
he should become naked first. She may have felt too shy and embarrassed to be naked
before him while he was still clothed. Seeing a male fully naked would not be new
to her. Afterall she was a married woman but seeing your adulterous lover fully
naked would be different. This sinful situation would be highly erotically charged
but at the same time when indulging in this delightfully illicit act for the first
time there would be some shyness for the woman coupled with that too. He could see
her hold her breath as he started to pull down his boxers. When his cock sprung out
from its captivity he saw her mouth open with a gasp. He knew his girth was larger
than usual but his length just hardly breached seven inches. Yet she seemed
fascinated with it. That made him wonder just how big, or rather small her husband
was.

As she had said over the phone she was mesmerised on seeing his thick erect
phallus. Actually, he was only a little over an inch and a half more than her
husband’s five and a half inches but his thickness gave the illusion that it was
bigger than it was. He had a magnificent body and his love tool was a match to
that. Her young lover such a stud she hoped that he would not be disappointed when
she stood naked before him. He himself undid her petticoat and pulled her silky red
panties down. She closed her eyes tightly not being able to look at him when he did
that. When she finally did open her eyes, the look of immense desire on his face
showed he was as enamoured with her body as she was at his. Their bodies came
together as one, flesh rubbing against flesh as they were once more engaged in a
passionate kiss. He moved her along as he kissed her till they fell on the bed,
lips and body still entwined. They feverish rolled on the bed in deep embrace as
they kissed passionately. Even in the first few days after her marriage she had not
been this ardent with her husband as she now was with her lover. The very first
lover in her life.

They had no need for long foreplay to be ready for rapturous mating. The long
interchange between them for the past few months. The undertone of sex in their
seemingly innocent teasing. The delectable thought of sin that had been planted
within them even while not being conscious of it. Finally, the sexual desire that
had stealthily gained control over their emotions rendered the need for foreplay
irrelevant. Their pent-up desires needed instant relief. Soon he had squatted
between her open legs, her thighs over his. She watched with her tongue wetting her
dry lips at the bulging veins covered big and hard tubular flesh of love that was
going to pluck her virtue. She had gasped as his manhood slowly entered her moist
pussy. Her eyes swooned as intense pleasure entered her along with the hard flesh
entering her body. Her groans and moans that filled the room. This young man had
finally seduced his mother’s friend. Had showed her that this sinful coupling can
transport her to yet to be experienced bliss.

“Fuck me … darling .. ohh your wonderful cock .. sss… fuck me.” She whimpered in
uncontrollable emotions, using words that she had but rarely used with her husband.

But he was showing her more, much more than she knew existed. Their heat of passion
was so great that rivulets of sweat was running freely over their bodies. Prakash
was delighted that the pussy of the wife of his father’s business associate held so
much of bliss. He was taking what belonged to the man who he had been addressing as
uncle. She was giving herself too, now freely, willingly. The rapture she was in
was making her lose complete control of herself. She bit him, she dug her nails
into the flesh of his back. Her body strained against his meeting his every thrust
with one of her own equally passionate thrust. Her shrieks became such that anyone
hearing it would think she was crying. Finally, their two bodies simultaneously
shuddered at they reached that sought-after release. The thickness of his already
large phallus swelled even more as the grasping wet flesh of her pussy drained
every bit of his virile life fluid from him. It was an ecstasy she had never
experienced before. Her body was spasming in eruptions of pleasure that seemed to
go on and on. Finally, his hips stopped moving as he lay on top of her. She hugged
him tightly in gratitude. They both lay spent, gasping for breath but deeply
satisfied having experienced intense ecstasy.

Episode 5

The second time around had been more leisurely. They delighted in exploring each
other, learning the pleasure points of their partner. Why, had she resisted so long
she wondered. Prakash showed her pleasures she didn’t know existed. This time
around Mounika took his love pole and lovingly stoked it. She was delighted that
the spent rod would recover and grow again so quickly in her fingers. It had been
only about ten to fifteen minutes since their first bout of love yet he is already
ready for another round. That was the recuperative powers of youth she thought with
a smile but can she cope with the stamina of her youthful lover.

“Mmm… it’s so big and strong,” she murmured in appreciation.

He looked at his thick penis throbbing in her long and slender fingers. Oh, how
long he had longed for her beautiful hand to be playing with his manhood. Now that
it had finally happened he could not still quite believe that he had succeeded in
seducing this posh and elegant mature wife. He had hoped that one day she would
share her bed with him but it had been more in hope than expectation. The moment he
set his eyes on her, that is when his mother introduced her to him there had been
an instant chemical reaction within him. This glamourous older woman had something
about her that instantly attracted him. There was more than a hint of suppressed
sexuality. Even in the curve of her lips when she smiled in greeting there seemed
to be promises of delight, that awaited that someone luckily enough to gain its
favour.

As he casually massaged her breast he said,” even the touch of your fingers feels
so wonderful darling.”

She turned and kissed him on his lips. They looked at each other smilingly
conspiratorially as only lovers who had just discovered the joys their clandestine
union had revealed to them.

“You rascal you had achieved what you wanted haven’t you,” her playful smile
revealed there was no anger that the words spoken would suggest.

“But do you regret what you did,” he asked back.

“That’s the issue you little devil, I feel guilty that I’m not feeling guilty, if
that makes sense.”

He may be far younger to her but he understood her current emotional state far
better than she did. The lack of guilt was because she revelled in finally breaking
free from the self-imposed shackles on her sexuality. He felt blessed to have been
the one to help her achieve. He then got to partake in this outpouring of passion.
The recipient of her euphoria in finally giving free rein to her repressed sexual
urges.

“Tell me honestly Mounika, how was this experience? How did you feel?” he asked
softly while running his fingers through her hair.

She looked into his earnest eyes as she came to terms with her own feelings. “It
was wonderful .. more than wonderful,” she admitted,” I felt intense joy, I felt I
had found the reason to celebrate being a woman.”

“Then why should you feel any guilt. You have enjoyed what you have been denied …
what you deserve. There is no shame in it.”
She looked at him in wonder. How could he be so mature for one so young. His wife
to be is going to be a lucky woman, she thought, with a bit of envy. He understood
and respected a woman’s desires and feelings. But then she cannot escape from her
responsibility just like that, she was married to someone else and had broken her
vows to her husband.

“I understand what you are saying but I have wronged my husband. I have hurt him.
Prakash, this is the first time I have strayed from my marital vows, I have never
cheated on him before.”

Prakash was thrilled to hear that. It surprised him that she had been a chaste wife
till now. He knew the life style of her husband which was very much like his
fathers. A big part of it was neglect of their spouses in search of more and more
wealth. He did not suspect the fidelity of his own mother. She was forty-nine but
looked to be well into her fifties, unlikely to be a target for any lothario but
that was not so with Mounika. She could easily pass off to being in her early
thirties and was a strikingly, good looking woman. For a neglected wife who looked
so alluring surely many men would have wanted to bed her. With her husband’s
busyness and frequent trips there wouldn’t have been lack of opportunities for her,
or a would-be seducer but yet she had remained faithful. Her virtue had been that
precious to her but yet she had given him that which she had treasured all these
years. He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. He kissed her with passion and
she returned his kisses.

“Thank you .. thank you, I’m so lucky that you gave yourself to me. You are a
beautiful woman both inside and outside. Don’t ever feel bad at what you have done.
There is no sin in rightfully enjoying life. It is what a wonderful woman like you
deserves.

She stroked his face lovingly for his sweet words. “It’s just that I am going to
feel bad on seeing my husbands face.”
“You have taken care of his home, his children and have not neglected him in any
way. What we do now is for ourselves. We have to be careful, that’s all. What he
doesn’t know is not going to hurt him.”

She realised that her fingers were holding on to a raging hardon. She didn’t
realise it but his cock had reached that magnificence when he heard her say that
this was the first time she had been unfaithful to her husband. He had seduced and
fucked a virtuous woman, a chaste housewife. They kissed once more their kiss
gaining in passion the longer it went on. Their lust for each other had been
rekindled. As Prakash lay on his back, this time it was Mounika who kissed him on
his eyes, ears, neck till she came down to his broad chest. She gave a gentle kiss
to his nipple and teased it with the tip of her tongue. It puckered up for her. She
smiled at seeing that. She took it in her mouth and started alternately nibbling it
gently and sucking on it. She could feel his cock jerk in her hand as she did that.
Making love to a man with such a manly and sensuous body was a new experience for
her. Her husband even when in the first years of marriage was like never like that.
For Prakash the sensation caused by her soft hand was transporting him a heightened
pleasurable experience.

“Mmm .. Mounika … yesss.” She liked it that he was losing control and when that
happened he kept blabbering her name. Now the roles were reversed from the first
time they copulated. He had made her swoon in delight then but now she was doing
the same to him.

She smiled wickedly at him. “You like that don’t you?? I’m going to make you
squirm.”
Though she said it as if it was a threat, that was a promise he gladly welcomed.

“Stroke my cock baby … ahh stroke it.”

She kissed his chest all over, light kisses that made his muscles every time her
lips touched his skin. After that when her tongue started drawing tingling lines
across his flesh his breathing came out as audible gasps. She let her tongue play
on his stomach causing him to tighten his stomach muscles. Every time he did that
the delineation of his abdominal abs became visible. She tried to bite slightly but
her teeth made no impression on his hard muscles. She looked up at his penis, the
first time she was looking at it this close. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft
looked so small compared to the girth of his phallus. His exposed bud looked an
angry red, almost purplish. It was also wet and shinny with all that he had oozed.
She looked at that beautiful specimen of masculinity and felt a craving within her
to taste it. Sucking a cock was not new to her. She had done that many times for
her husband but that was always to please her husband, to give pleasure to him
rather than any desire she had to do that. But now looking at her young lover’s
erect stalk she felt a compulsive urge to take it in her mouth. For the first time
she wanted to suck a cock because of her own yearning than for that of the man.

When Mounika’s head hovered over his stiff cock Prakash held his breath in
anticipation. He had long imagined how sweet it would be to taste her pouting red
lips, he had found that out today. More than that however what had made him suffer
many nights in pleasurable agony was imagining her succulent lips wrapped around
over his throbbing cock. Now that which had made him suffer just imagining how
wonderful it would be was finally going to become a reality. Mounika looked at his
face. She saw his eager anticipation. In his expression she could see how much he
wanted this.

“Baby you want me to kiss it,” she teased him, testing his patience further.

“Yes, darling .. yes,” his voice came out hoarsely.

Her head lowered, going down slowly till her lips were almost touching the tip of
his cock. Prakash’s mouth opened involuntarily as if willing Mounika’s mouth to do
the same but instead she just blew a stream of cool air over the bud of his rod.
Being unable to control his lust he thrust up his hips but she moved her head
upwards quickly to avoid it but his cock managed to slightly touch her lips leaving
a tiny sticky spot on it. She held his cock tightly and pushed his hips back down
on the bed. Her tongue swiped off the sticky spot on her lips as she tasted his
pre-cum for the first time.

“Mounika, don’t be so cruel to me,” he implored her.

She smiled mischievously at her young lover. She could understand the impatience of
youth. Their first frenzied coupling was a result of the slow escalation of
emotions reaching a state where it had needed to have instant appeasement. But now
as a mature and sexually experienced person she was aware that greater delight
awaited them in patiently enjoying the variations in sexual play.

“You need to suffer for making me suffer,” Mounika looked at him with mock
indignation.

“Why what did I do?” Prakash replied pretending to be apprehensive.

This was all a play between lovers was evident as Mounika had continued to lovingly
stroke his cock.

“You rascal, you stirred up so much of emotions in me. Disturbed my sleep with all
the sinful thoughts that you made me think.”

“What sinful thoughts?” Prakash asked with a smile.

“Making a faithful woman like me wanting to do this,” Mounika said as she bent her
head down and kissed his cock.

“What other bad thoughts came to this loyal housewife,” Prakash played along with
her.

“Wanting to do wicked things like this,” she said as she licked his cream from his
cock. Prakash groaned softly in pleasure.

“What else .. what else?” Prakash’s voice was nothing more than a croak now.

“And shamelessly do this,” Mounika said as her lips wrapped around his large girth.

“Oohh… yess…,” Her lover’s dream was finally being fulfilled.

Mounika started sucking on his cock slowly at first savouring the feel of his hot
flesh in her warm and wet mouth. There was enough of his length left to stroke as
she took a little more than bulbous head into her mouth. Prakash was mesmerised as
this charming socialite was pleasuring him with her sweet mouth just like any
common woman would. But the pleasure was much greater when the dignified wife of
such a powerful man was doing everything to please him with her mouth. That she was
good at it too was demonstrated by her varying techniques. She would pull his
foreskin completely back and only slurp on the exposed sensitive bud. She would
then take more of him in her mouth and move her head up and down rapidly for a
while. She would grip his cock by her lips without moving her head but let her
tongue tease the part of his shaft trapped in her mouth. Her fingers would rub on
his body as she did this, sometimes tracing her nails over his flesh, something
teasing and pinching his nipple with her fingers, all the while enhancing the
pleasure she was giving him.

She was amazed that he showed no signs of losing control and wanting to stop her.
That he was enjoying what she did was clear by his moaning and the throbbing of his
cock but he really could hold on for a long time. She sucked hard and fast in
wanting him to surrender to her but to no avail. She couldn’t figure out if he was
able to do this because he had only recently had an orgasm or because he had a
naturally higher tolerance level. She sucked him for more than fifteen minutes but
he showed no signs of spurting his seed into her mouth. Finally, she had to admit
defeat as her own jaws ached. When she took out his cock coated with her saliva it
seemed to have expanded even more immensely in girth. Oh my god how is this thick
monster going to stretch out my tiny hole she thought. For a woman who had given
birth two children that is not going to be difficult besides she was already
soaking wet in anticipation of this. What my mouth couldn’t do my cunt is going to
do she said to herself determinedly. It is going to milk every bit of his seed,
till the last drop.
She mounted his prone body her hole swallowing his thick pole with only the
slightest bit of difficulty. They made love one more time. This time leisurely,
enjoying every caress, delighting in every kiss, gasping in pleasure at every
friction of their love tools. This time she fucked him enjoying the thrill of
riding the muscular body of her boy toy. He made her come in a shattering orgasm ….
then again once more when his hot seed spurted into her.

Now once again, after she had closed her bedroom door she was eager to coo with her
young lover once again.

“Did you really enjoy yourself sweety,” Mounika asked, anxious that she was not a
disappointment to him.

“It was even more delicious than I imagined it would be,” Prakash reassured her.
There was a sincerity in his voice that she did not miss. She was very pleased to
hear him say that.

“How was it for you my sweet Mounika, were you satisfied,” he asked in return.

“Oh Yes my darling boy, I didn’t know such rapture existed till yesterday. You were
superb darling.”

“You evoke those feelings in me baby, I wanted to please you, fulfil all your
desires. No other woman would have induced such craving in me.” His words were
sweet music to her ears.

“You know Prakash, I should be feeling so guilty now. I shouldn’t be able to face
my husband or children but my happiness is greater than all that now. You have made
me feel like a desirable woman again.”

“Mounika, all I have been thinking of since yesterday is about you. After tasting
your delightsome body, I have been aching for more. I want you again my sweet
love.”

“I’ve been wanting to be in your arms too honey, I can’t get you out of my mind,”
Mounika said huskily. She didn’t mind that he knew that he had completely conquered
her. She, the close friend of his mother, the wife of his father’s business
associate and a woman who was about twenty years older than him.

She saw his hand reach down below his waist. “Hey, you naughty boy .. what are you
doing?”

Prakash turned the phone to his waist. Once again she saw the manhood that had
mesmerised her yesterday at full attention. “It has been like this every moment I
think of you,” she could hear his voice say.

It was a splendid specimen, one such as she had not seen live in her life before
that. When she saw it for the first time yesterday she was taken aback that this
young man was so impressively equipped. When the thick girth slid into her burning
womanhood she had never felt so full as a woman in her life. It was as if she was a
young woman again. The images of their frantic mating came flashing back in her
mind. Her feminine flesh clasped his marauding thickness the way her arms had
clasped him to her body. As his hard rod rubbed tightly against wet feminine flesh
she could not help but whimper and moan in uncontrolled ecstatic pleasure. He had
grasped the rotund flesh of her breast as he pumped in her with vigour. The woman
he had dreamed of bedding was lying beneath his body, ardently meeting his thrusts
with her own.

“Fuck me .. Oh, baby fuck me… hhng .. hhng .. hhng,” those words of lust coming her
had intensified his own ardour.

Her fingers had restlessly run over his muscular back. She remembered now that even
the sturdy bed creaked unable to withstand the frenzy of their passionate coupling.
She recalled being pushed into progressively higher waves of pleasure. She had
gasped for breath, she had bitten him on his shoulder, something she had never done
to her husband. Her fingernails had made no dent on his broad muscular back as she
sought release from her lust. If it had been her husband her nails would have
wounded his soft flesh. Oh god how with a shrill cry she had clung on to his body
as spasms after spasms of intense bliss wracked through her body. Even in that
rapturous state she could feel his life fluid surging into her love channel.
Lovemaking the second time around had been more sedate. Second time around was
sweeter in a different way. She rode him till she came and let him fill her from
behind as he pumped to his finish and brought her to her peak too a second time
with his own spurting.

“I took care of it yesterday didn’t I. Why is it still like this?” she said coming
out from her thoughts.

“It still needs you my love. It needs the warm embrace of your treasure.” Mounika
smiled on hearing this.

“We can’t keep meeting often Prakash dear, people will start suspecting. Wait for a
few days and you can have me a whole day.”

“Hmm I’m going to suffer for the next few days then,” he said in mock sadness.

She laughed at this. “You sweet rascal, you had unprotected sex with me. Luckily it
was safe time. I haven’t reached menopause yet. I can’t be carrying your child.”

“Why not,” he said.

“Don’t be foolish dear, you will get a woman your age to have children with in
time. What we can share is wonderful sex. You need me and I need you. Let’s just
enjoy these moments in our life”

“I didn’t pursue just so I can fuck you Mounika. I truly care for you.”

“I know darling, that’s why I gave myself to you. I care for you too but this is a
relationship without a future. Let’s cherish it while it lasts.” Mounika spoke as a
mature rational woman.

“But why wait so many days,” he asked stubbornly.

“Because my little boy won’t use condom. My sweet lover has forced me to buy birth
control pills at this age. I just started taking it today. Wait darling for seven
days and I will give you a feast of sex,” she promised him in husky tone.

She was aware that sex with her young lover was not going to be very infrequent as
with her husband. With her husband, he would use condom or if it was a safe time
there would dispense of it. Prakash was a hot-blooded young man with a high sexual
appetite and he was going to be more demanding of sex. He would want her pussy as
often as opportunity arises. Most probably he would create opportunities wherever
possible so as to have her. How was she going to cope with the vigorous enthusiasm
of youth? Be prepared to be exhausted very often my dear she told herself. Anyway,
if she was to avoid unwanted pregnancy which would be utterly shameful at this age,
she better be on the pill.

They continued speaking for a while, their love-talk arousing both of them. She
could feel her quim getting progressively wetter. It had been years and years since
she had fingered herself, is her toy boy going to make her start that again she
wondered. Where is there going to be a be need of that. When their desires were
aroused they could always somehow find ways to meet to fulfil their passion. But
would he make her do that now. Their passion was still high. Their lust still new
and raw.

Prakash was unable to control his lust seeing the beautiful housewife who he had
seduced and fucked only yesterday. All of a sudden,” Strip completely naked,” he
commanded her,” I want to see you fully.”
He couldn’t have her for some days yet but he needed relief now and so did she. She
allowed herself to be taken charge of by him. She masturbated for him, the first
time she was doing so since her college days. She saw his big cock as he shook it,
imagining that it was pumping into her tight pussy. They both came at the same time
with a loud groan.

While her mother and her young lover were masturbating looking at each other,
Sandhya was browsing through the TV channels in her room when a news item caught
her attention.

“security officer have identified the body of the murdered person as notorious
criminal suspect Vinod,” the reporter was saying in the news. “Investigations are
ongoing under the supervision of ACP Dharana,” the reporter continued.

Sandhya was taken aback by the news. She knew Vinod very well. My god how did this
happen she thought with a sense of shock and sadness.

Episode 6.

How she got to know him was in itself another story. From the time she got to know
him she straightaway suspected that he was probably involved with the underworld in
someway but did not know much about that aspect of his life. The next feeling to
follow the shock was a feeling of sadness. Though her acquaintance with him was not
for a very long time it was nevertheless very consequential for her. This happened
about a year ago. That was the time when he had actually saved her from being
violated by two men. On the evening that it happened she was having a good time in
a pub. Something had upset her at home that day and she was venting her
frustrations by one of the only two ways she knew that is by getting sloshed, the
other way being indulging in sex. She had gone there all alone and not with her
friends as she usually did. This being one of their regular haunts she was certain
that at least some of her friends would already be there and that she can hook up
with them. Strangely enough that evening none of them were there. This frustrated
her even more getting her more into a bad mood. She was already into her third
round of gin when two young men who had been observing her started conversing with
her and befriended her. Alarm bells should have gone off for her, befriending
strangers when she was already in a vulnerable state of drunkenness was a recipe
for danger but her anger and frustration dulled those senses of self-preservation.
If she had not welcomed their attention when the men approached her or if they had
tried to impose themselves on her against her wishes then the bouncers present who
are always on the lookout for trouble would have taken care of them. But she too
responded to them and became friendly with them and so bouncers ignored the three
of them. The two young men continued to ply her with drinks. They wanted her
completely drunk. There would have been no doubt to anyone watching them that the
two men were up to no good. They were going to screw her whether she was a willing
participant or not.

“Come baby let’s go somewhere else and party .. this place is getting boring,” man
number one said.

“No … I want another drink.. not going anywhere,” Sandhya slurred.

“Sure baby, I’ve got all the drinks you want and more .. come with us .. we’ll have
a good time,” man number two said.

They wanted her to be drunk enough to lose her inhibitions but not so drunk that
she loses consciousness. There would be no fun in banging a lifeless body. She must
be very high but conscious enough to participate and let them enjoy the sex with
her.
“No.. I want a drink.. not going anywhere,” she said with a stubbornness that only
the truly drunk could display.

Man number one was getting irritated at her stubbornness. He already ready to
plunge his cock into her cunt. Man number two was the more patient between the two.
He calmed his friend down and bought her another drink as she had demanded.

He whispered into her ear as she sipped her drink,” You want to get really high?
I’ve got something that will make you feel really good but for that we need to get
out of here.”

“Really?” she perked up but then immediately said,” no .. no, my friends may come
here .. I’m staying put.”

Man number one completely lost his patience. “Let’s just drag this bitch out of
here,” he said in an undertone, his voice choked with anger, to man number two.

Man number two just ignored him instead he whispered to Sandhya,” okay we needn’t
go away. I have it in my car, we’ll just go to the parking lot and we can come back
here soon.”

Even in her dulled state of consciousness she understood that her new found friend
was talking about some designer drug to get high. She actually didn’t mind some of
that now.

“Okay,” she said as she got up. Both the men let out a big sigh of relief but it
was short lived. She sat down again and said,” bring it here.”

Man number one was about to about to roughly grab her by her arm but man number one
stopped him. While this little drama was going on unbeknownst to them, four pairs
of eyes were watching their every move.

“I can’t bring it here .. come we will only be away not more than five minutes,”
man number two tried to persuade her.

Sandhya pondered for a minute, just drinking without her friends was getting
boring, maybe why not see what these men have. On an impulse she made up her mind
and decided to go with the men not realising the danger she was putting herself in.
She got up to go with them. She was able to walk on her own though albeit
unsteadily. The two men did not know that she had better ability to hold her drinks
then most girls. They thought she would be easy to handle once they got her alone
after plying her with enough drinks.

Both the men held her by her arms each on one side as the led her out of the bar.
They tried to hurry her along as they wanted to get her out of there before she
changed her mind again. As they made their way to the door they did not notice the
four men who got up from their seats leaving their half-finished drinks behind and
followed them at a short distance away. They made their way out of the hotel to
where their car was parked. They had parked it a little out of the way of other
cars in a non-lit area. As they started to walk to a darkened area in spite of her
drunkenness suddenly alarm bells began to go off for Sandhya. She shrugged her
hands off their hands holding her and tried to pull away from them.

“Where are you taking me … leave me .. I want to go back,” she said loudly as she
stopped walking and tried to turn back.

Man number one had had enough. “Shut up you slut, just walk.” He pulled her hard.
“No no leave me,” she shouted out loudly. The sound seemed louder in the quiet of
the late evening.

Man number one put his palm over her mouth to stifle her voice. She bit his hand so
hard that she drew blood. “Aw you bloody bitch,” he cursed her shaking his hand in
pain.

Man number two, the supposedly calmer man now acted decisively. He slapped her hard
on her cheek so much so she almost swooned. He grabbed her by her hair and started
dragging her to their car which was not far away. He covered her mouth again in
order to stop her from screaming. That’s when man number two felt a hard clip to
his head and he went sprawling to the ground face forward. His hand lost its grip
on her hair. Man number one turned in surprise and shock and got a fist on his face
for his trouble. He felt the bone on his nose break by the force of the blow. Vinod
and his three men began to beat up on man number one and man number two till they
were a bloody mess on the ground. The beating was so quick and so brutal they
couldn’t even cry out. Man number one had his arm broken at the elbow, man number
two had his right knee dislocated. Their faces were completely disfigured by the
blows showered on them.

As his men held the heads of the two men by their hair Vinod squatted in front of
them and said,” next time you try to bang any woman I’ll cut your cocks off and
shove it down your throats.” He spat on their faces as he got up and walked away
with his men.

Sandhya’s two would be assailants still lay crumpled on the floor. Sandhya who had
been watching all this unfold, stunned and horrified suddenly came to her senses
and half ran and stumbled after towards Vinod and his men.

“Thank you .. thank you so much,” she blurted out, the scene she had witnessed
making her more sober than she was a minute ago. “Thank you for saving me.”

“You’re a silly cunt you know that,” Vinod said,” carry on like this and you’ll get
bangd one day for sure if not today. Save your thanks, we didn’t do it for you.” He
said curtly as they got into their jeep and drove away.

Though drunk, Sandhya got into her car and somehow got back home. In her inebriated
state and in the panic she was in it was a wonder that she reached home safely
without getting involved in an accident. The shock had sobered her up a little.
Only then did she realise how fortunate she had been not to have been bangd. It was
not a matter of her losing her virginity, that had long gone but she couldn’t
tolerate someone violating her body against her will. Her hands were still
trembling. It took quite a few hours before she fell asleep out of sheer tiredness.
It was by chance that she got to see Vinod accompanied by two of his fellow
henchmen about two weeks later. He was standing outside a motorbike repair shop. It
took her only a few seconds to recognise her saviour of two weeks ago. She quickly
drove her car to the roadside curb and parked her car. She hurriedly got out and
walked up to where Vinod was standing with his men. He looked up on hearing her
approaching steps. He looked at her enquiringly as he saw her approach with a
diffident smile on her face. It struck Sandhya that he did not recognise her
immediately. It took a few seconds before she saw his face clear up on him
recalling who she was.

“Thank you .. Thank you so much for what you did for me that night,” she said. She
stumbled over her words as she spoke.

Vinod looked up and down over her. He was brazenly appraising her. She felt a
little shiver run down her spine and that was not entirely because of fear. He had
strong set jaws and a rough kind of attraction about him. There was something of a
caged animal within him. He could either savagely ravage you and hurt you badly or
ravage you in bed and take you to untold pleasures. That danger that emanated was
in itself what drew women towards him. Most women would instantly perceive that
innate sexuality he exuded. After a few seconds of his eyes looking over her his
eyes met hers.

“That’s okay. You ought to be more careful next time,” he said as he dismissively
turned his head away.

Sandhya felt disappointed and also insulted in a way that he had dismissed her in
such a way. It was as if her youth and her sensuality was nothing for him. She was
used to men hovering over her, waiting for her to at the very least condescendingly
acknowledge them. But here was a man who looked at her as if she was a nobody. She
was annoyed but did not know what to do. Should she just turn and walk away. She
was confused but mostly hurt or rather her ego was hurt.

“Look, I want to do something in return. Let me know what I can do .. I can pay you
if you want.” Since he was dismissive of her looks she turned to the only other
thing she knew that allowed her to exert power over people, money.

His eyes once again turned towards her. He looked at her sardonically and said,”
how much are you going to pay?”

Now Sandhya relaxed a bit. Like all men if it was not sex then money would bring
them around she thought to herself.

“How much would you want? 10,000? 20,000? Or more?” she asked.

Vinod looked at her derisively and said,” Is that the price of your cunt?” The two
men with him gave out a short laugh, more of a snort.

She had just been insulted by men who by the looks of them were way below her
social status. She always thought of herself as a class above the common folks.
Sandhya felt blood rush to her head as anger overtook her. But here her money or
social status were of no use, these were not men like her boyfriends. She really
did not know how to handle this.

“Look my father Jayakar can pay whatever you ask. If I tell him what you did for me
that day, you can name your price.” Since she had no personal power she used the
name of the only person she knew who could exert influence over other men, namely
her father.

On hearing her father’s name Vinod seemed to straighten up. He seemed to recognise
who her father was. When he next spoke, he sounded more respectful towards her.

“Sorry miss, I shouldn’t have said that. Those two men had bangd and hurt a young
girl badly. Her father didn’t want that to be known publicly but he wanted those
two men to suffer the consequence of their actions. He paid us to teach those
bastards a lesson.” He explained the reason for their attack on her would be
rapist.

Sandhya was a bit mollified now. “But I want to repay you in some way. Tell me what
I can do?”

Vinod looked at her with a smile. “Okay then, you can buy us coffee. We can go to
that hotel,” Vinod pointed out a hotel nearby.

She had spent about half an hour with them that day as they drank their coffee. She
didn’t get to see him again after that till she saw his face slashed on the TV
screen just now with the news of his death. She felt her eyes involuntarily tear
up. The man had, even if unintentionally, saved her from the two men who had
intended to ravage her. She may have been badly hurt if they had got her away to
some secluded place.

Two days later Mounika was getting ready to go out. She was dressed up tastefully
with beautiful make up on. She preened around and looked at herself in the mirror.
It had been a very long time since she had worn such low hips saree. She looked at
the reflection of her body sideways. The somewhat V-shaped way her saree was tied
revealed the soft, slightly rounded flesh of her belly and the cute belly button.
The blouse stretched against her bosom revealed how well shaped they were. The
shinning lip gloss applied artfully on her lips enhanced their juiciness. She was
in a cheerful mood. She was going to meet her toy boy Prakash. He had promised to
take her on a long drive out of the city. She knew they wouldn’t be able to make
love today. The birth control tabs wouldn’t have taken effect yet but smooching
with him in his car parked in a lonely spot would be a different type of thrill.
This was like going on a date with your boyfriend she thought. How good it was to
feel young again. They won’t be making love but she knew he would at least expect a
blowjob from her. She would probably have to make him finish that way otherwise he
may insist to take her in the car itself. She had never done that before, that is
having full sex in the car. I have to try that with him at least once she decided
to herself. Coming back to the present, should she swallow his load was the biggest
debate she had with herself. She had never done that before even for her husband
but now in her heart she wanted to do that for her young love. She wondered how it
would taste. She involuntarily wet her lips with her tongue as she pondered this.

As she was about to open her front door and go out, it opened and her husband
walked in. She was shocked and flustered on seeing him here. He was supposed to be
overseas for at least another week. It was really surprising that he had come back
so suddenly. She was agitated not only by his sudden appearance but that he would
notice how attractively and sexily she had dressed up. She feared that it may raise
his suspicion but he seemed to hardly notice her. He himself seemed to be
preoccupied by something else. She felt compelled to engage him in a conversation.

“What a surprise you’re back already, is anything wrong? You said you would be away
at least another week,” she asked him.

Only now he seemed to really notice her. “Yeah but something urgent had come up and
I had to return.”

She had never interfered or asked him about his business dealings so she didn’t
enquire any further now either.

He only now suddenly seemed to really note her. “Were you ready to go out,” he
asked her.

“Yes, I was going to meet Divya, we were planning on doing some shopping.” Divya
was Prakash’s mother. It was almost like a half truth. She was not meeting the
mother but the son. He didn’t seem to think that there was anything wrong in the
way she was attired. Or maybe it was he had stopped really noticing her these past
few years.

“I can call her and cancel,” she offered, hiding her disappointment. She was so
looking forward to meeting her lover today.

Luckily her husband didn’t disappoint her. “No, you go ahead. I’ll be going out
soon too and will be quite busy so you don’t have to change your plans for me.” Her
husband was giving her permission to go out and enjoy herself with her lover though
of course he did not know that.
Try as she might she couldn’t hide the delight on her face when her husband said
this. “Are you sure,” she asked her husband again.

“Yeah, yeah you go ahead, don’t worry about me, have fun,” he said once again as he
walked away.

“That is what I intend to do, have fun, exciting and delicious fun,” she thought to
herself.

As her husband walked up the stairs to their room she almost skipped out of the
house. Jayakar called his close associate and lawyer Divakar as soon as he entered
the room.

“Has the meeting with the security officer Commissioner been confirmed,” he asked
him.

“Yes, not to worry, I’m just waiting for you before we go and meet him,” his lawyer
replied.

“Give me about 40 to 45 minutes, I just got back home will have a quick bath and be
seeing you soon.”

As Jayakar was taking his bath his thoughts were on the unexpected complications
that had arisen. He had quite recently used the services of Balveer to “persuade”
some reluctant owners of property to sell so that his proposed huge new factory
project could be implemented. The main man from Balveer who was involved in this
was Vinod. Now the news had come out that he was dead, that too murdered. He was
informed of this when he was overseas. He had to change his plans and get back
here. Though he was not directly involved in this matter he did not want the name
of his organisation to be dragged out in the public. The bad publicity could affect
their share prices very adversely. That would not sit well with their large
investors. Again, nothing should hinder the implementation of their plan. Huge
money was involved and any delay could lead to unwanted huge cost. Was Vinod
murdered by an angry property holder who was forced to sell against his will. Even
if this was unlikely to have happened surely security officer investigations could
lead them to discovery of his organisation’s involvement in the factory project and
resentments that could have arisen because of that. If this Vinod’s work for them.
came to light the security officer would explore the possibility that the murder
had something to do with that. That would mean their organisation would be dragged
into the investigation. That’s why he needed to meet the security officer
Commissioner. They have to get his agreement that nothing about their organisation
comes out in the media. In this case no news is good news. About an hour later
Jayakar and Divakar were sitting in front of the Commissioner. The meeting was not
in the Commissioner’s office but in a private room of a top hotel in the city.

The Commissioner looked at the two men in front of him. It was not often that he
gets to meet a man like Jayakar. Here was a man who had access to Ministers, even
the Chief Minister but yet he has chosen to meet with him, he wondered why. After
some pleasantries they got to the matter at hand. It was Divakar who spoke.

“Commissioner Sanjay, we are pleased that you have consented to meet us privately
like this instead of in your office.”

Though the lawyer used the word consented when it involved someone like Jayakar it
definitely was more than just a request. The Commissioner just nodded in
acknowledgement. He waited in silence as he really did not know what this was all
about. He was not going to say anything, let them reveal their purpose first.
Divakar continued to speak but he seemed a bit uncomfortable as he spoke.
“You see sir, there is a matter on which we need your assistance.”

Now at last they are coming to the matter Commissioner Sanjay told himself but he
just looked enquiringly at him without saying anything.

“I don’t know how to say this but it involves the matter of the new factory that
Mr. Jayakar’s organisation is building off the boundaries of the city, I’m sure you
would have read about it or you would have been appraised of it by the top
government officials.”

Finally, the Commissioner spoke,” Yes, I have been briefed,” was all he would say.
He was still not getting why they should meet him on this. If it was a matter of
getting legal clearances the officials in the concerned ministry or even the
Minister himself would have solved it for them.

“You must be aware sir how beneficial it is going to be financially for the state
and for it’s development. Moreover, it would create great employment opportunities
for the people here.”

The lawyer needn’t be selling me on the importance of the project, he was well
aware of it, let him come to the point he thought a little irritated but he hid it
well from the two men across the table.

Now Divakar really looked uneasy as he was about to continue. Looking at his
discomfort he could see that finally he is coming to the real reason for this
meeting.

“You see Commissioner we had used the services of BV Constructions on the initial
clearing and levelling of the land for the factory.”

This didn’t mean much to the Commissioner at first till it dawned upon him that BV
Constructions company was just a front for the Balveer Crime organisation when they
were involved in work for large corporations where their ‘special’ services were
needed. Divakar’s next sentence confirmed his suspicion.

“The main man involved in the management of that project was one Mr. Vinod and we
just got to know that he had been murdered.”

Commissioner Sanjay was well aware of the matter. He had only recently been briefed
by DCP Paul on that.

“Yes, Mr. Divakar, investigations are currently ongoing. Rest assured we will do
all that we can to apprehend the perpetrator or perpetrators of the crime. I can
well understand your concern here when something like this had happened to a
business contractor.”

The Commissioner purposely chose to misinterpret the purpose of this meeting to

mean that they were concerned that the criminals who had murdered the employee of
their contractor should not get away scot free. Every one present there was aware
that this was not the reason at all for this meeting but all carried on with the
pretence. Both Jayakar and Divakar knew the Commissioner was aware of the type of
services BV Constructions provided.

“Yes, Commissioner we appreciate that but there is something more that we hoped you
could do for us.”

Once again the Commissioner just looked at them enquiringly.

“You see we do not want our Organisations name to come out as having any
involvement in this in the Media. You know how vital this project is for the
continued development and prosperity of the state and adverse publicity could
possibly derail the project in some way.”

The Commissioner sighed. Who do these people think they are? Are they going to
dictate how they, the security officer, should carry out their investigations? It
was time to put them in their places.

“I don’t know how we could do that. If our investigation leads to findings that the
crime was somehow connected to your project it would be out of my hands to hide
that matter. We won’t stop pursuing our investigation in that direction if that
happened to be the case.”

“No, no, don’t misunderstand us,” Divakar said in alarm,” we would not interfere in
any way. All we ask is that any connection to us is not made public as much as it
is possible to do.”

The Commissioner was also aware that there was only so much he could push them.
They were too powerful for that. “You must understand if the murder investigations
lead us to believe that actions of BV constructions had anything to do with it,
nothing is going to stop us from pursuing that aspect. What I can say is that your
organisation connection would not be made public as long as it is not absolutely
necessary.”

Truth be told they were not aware of BV constructions and Vinod’s involvement in
the mega factory deal till these two gentlemen had brought this to their notice. As
they were unaware of it they had not been pursuing any investigations in this
direction. Though it was likely that eventually this aspect would also have come to
their attention as investigations progressed. Their current thinking however had
been that this was some sort of inter crime war to gain control of profitable
illegal avenues. This new information had come to them out of the blue.
Commissioner Sanjay made a mental note to appraise DCP Paul of this new unexpected
lead. Their meeting carried on for about another hour more. When Jayakar and
Divakar were returning in their car to Mr. Jayakar’s corporate head-quarters they
were in deep discussion. Jayakar had not wanted any politician’s involvement in
this. If they, the politicians become aware of the issues, then they would try to
extract a substantial price from them. If possible they wanted it be resolved at
this level.

“If it need be and cannot be avoided, we will need the Minister’s help in this. The
Minister should be able to put this bastard in his place,” Jajakar instructed to
Divakar.

They were so engrossed in their conversation, Jayakar did not notice the car that
had crossed their own a few minutes back. If he had notice that it would have
merely surprised him. But if he had been able to look inside the car he would have
been shocked. In that car his wife Mounika had her hand on his business associate’s
son’s thigh. He would have seen her gently caressing the young man’s thigh muscles
with her delicate fingers. He would have seen the bulge she was causing. Mostly he
would have known that his wife had lied to him. She had told him that she was going
out with her friend but she was actually with the friend’s son.

Episode 7

Unaware that her husband’s car had just crossed her young lover’s car Mounika was
looking at Prakash’s face with a bit of amusement. Though she just drained his life
fluid from him not so long ago her caressing of his thighs was causing a bulge to
reappear on the front of his pant. Seeing him suffer not being able to do anything
about it as he was driving was the cause for her amusement. But there was at least
some small thing he could do to ease his lust. Prakash took her hand and placed it
on his bulge. Her fingers curled around the bulge as she squeezed his fat erection
but it was so hard that her palm felt like pressing against a padded wall.

Mounika smiled,” You rascal, you are insatiable. You are ready again so quickly.”

“I will always be ready for you Mounika darling, all you need to do is touch me.”

Some two hours or so back they had been parked below a shaded tree off the path of
a lonely road she did more than just touch him. Their car was hidden from view of
the road behind some heavy bushes. The two illicit lovers were in a tight embrace
as they kissed passionately. The lip gloss that Mounika had so artfully applied was
all but gone in their kiss that had been going on for more than fifteen minutes.
Their parted lips took turns to trap each-others lower lip in a sloppy wet kiss. He
would pull her extended tongue into his mouth as she would when he returned the
favour. As they had not seen each other for three days after that first bout of
illegitimate love, their passion had already been building even as he drove as fast
as he could. They needed privacy to share their lewd intimacy. She as the mature
and experienced paramour wanted to show her enthusiastic and amorous young love
that she was more skilled in the erotic arts. She leaned towards his ears and
whispered suggestively as she stroked his inner thigh.

“Baby …I was so wet even after I got back home that day you know.”

“Oh really.”

“mm yes, my pussy was still itching,” after a pause she continued,” for your hot
cock.”

Prakash couldn’t stand it, he reached with his one hand and kneaded her breast as
he drove.

“Yes, darling hsss .. massage my tit…hmm.”

She undid the bottom two hooks on her blouse, pulled out her right breast from the
bra and covered his hand and breast with front of her saree. Now he was able to
play with her tit directly.

“Mounika, your nipple is puffed up and swollen dear.”

“My tits were swollen the whole day after you sucked so hard you monkey,” she
admonished him playfully.

Prakash quickly turned and looked at her for a second and smiled before
concentrating on the road ahead. “I couldn’t help it Mounika, your tits were so
beautiful I could suckle on them the whole day.”

She impishly knocked him on the top of his head,” idiot what did you thing, milk
was going to flow? No chance of that happening.”

“I wish I could feel the milk flow from your nipple as I suck.”

“I know you devil, that’s why I had to buy birth control pills otherwise you’ll
make your wish a reality.”

Mounika looked up the road, they were out of the city now and the road ahead was
straight and empty. She pulled her saree aside and pulled his head towards her
dangling breast. He automatically slowed down but continued to drive while his
mouth hungrily sucked on her tit.

“Sssss … yeah baby huuufff…”

Within a few seconds she pushed his head away and covered her tits with the saree
as she spied a car coming in the opposite direction about a few hundred metres
away. They waited till their cars crossed.

“Ohh ..it ended so quickly,” he lamented in disappointment.

“Don’t be impatient my darling boy, you can feed on them as much as you want soon.”
Her seductive tone made his cock twitch.

“My cunt has never been stretched as much as your thick rod did that day.” As she
coyly said this she was unzipping his pant.

“Did it hurt you sweetheart?”

“No dear, it was wonderful.” Her hand slid into the opening and grabbed his hardon.
“Your cock was wonderful.”

Prakash felt proud that this classy woman was so smitten with him that she could
speak with him so lewdly. Maybe only with him she could do all that she ever wanted
to try out and experience in sex without any reserve that she may have when doing
it with her husband. She slid her fingers under the stretchable leg cloth of his
boxers and grabbed his erect flesh. She played with it causing him to squirm. He
couldn’t stand it anymore he wanted to ravish this ravishing woman and luckily for
him they were near where he had planned to go. As soon as he had parked the car he
grabbed her and started kissing her passionately. Even as he was kissing her
feverishly she managed to pull out his cock. Now as they kissed her fingers were
pulling on his huge cock up and down. Finally, he pulled back his seat and sat back
as he watched her fingers play on his member. The red nail polish on her long
fingernails flashed in the little sunlight that penetrated through into the car as
her hand pleasured him. There was no hard grip, or inexperienced painful stroking,
only smooth long strokes with the right grip just around the head and with the
right amount of pressure. An experienced woman is so much better at this he thought
as she expertly stroked him.

“You’re so big and thick baby, it’s so fascinating to see,” she whispered huskily.

“Do you really like my cock darling,” he asked teasingly.

“I love it.”

“Then show me.”

She knew what he wanted. She used her thumb and index and middle finger to
completely uncover his rosebud. It was glistening with his pre-cum. She bent over
his lap and scooped up some of his love fluid with the tip of her tongue. A small
string of colourless sticky fluid was between the opening of his penis and the tip
of her tongue. Her tongue stretched out some more to completely pull that into her
mouth. Prakash could see her tasting him. Her lips stretched out in a small smile.
She seemed to like it.

She kissed his cockhead a few times. “My sweet baby .. you like mama’s tongue hmm,”
she cooed to his cock as if it was a baby.

She licked the rosebud till it was clean of his pre-cum .. but not for long as more
flowed out from the orifice as her hand pumped up and down over its length. She
took the cockhead in her mouth and started sucking it.

“Ahh.. yes baby .. that’s it,” Prakash moaned.

Mounika took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it as she looked at his face and
smiled.

“Was it good for you,” she teased.

“Yes, it feels wonderful.”

Mounika once again took his cock in her mouth and sucked it slowly, lovingly. She
once again took it out of her mouth and said to him,” Your cock is so big and thick
it’s so difficult to take more in my mouth.”

“Is uncle not as big as this, you’re not used to this size?” he teased her.

“Hey, don’t mock my husband or I will bite this off,” she threatened him jokingly.

“No, it was a genuine question, how big is your husband?” Luckily he didn’t word it
as ‘how small is your husband’ she thought to herself.

She struck out her pink tongue to him and said,” I’m not telling you, no way.”

“Please my sweet love, please. I’m just curious.”

She smiled wickedly at him and shook her head no. He pulled her head up kissed her
lovingly on her lips, looked into her eyes and said,” please.”

She seemed to debate something to herself then having come to a decision held his
cock at around three quarters of his stem and said,” about this.”

She could see a triumphant look in his eyes. Strangely she was pleased that he was
pleased.

“Is he as thick as this.” He wanted to know every detail of his rival for her
sexual favours she thought to herself. He was in his mind competing with a powerful
man. A man who commanded high respect in society but someone who lost to him in
this most intimate matter. For all the maturity he had shown, he was like a gleeful
child in this matter. This too made her happy, this mirthful reaction.

“No, you’re much thicker honey, in fact you are unusually large in that aspect.”

“And do you like that?”

“Mmm yes, it rubs in me so tightly, it’s simply heavenly.”

He pushed her back on her seat and started fumblingly to unhook her blouse. He
struggled even though there was only a balance of two more hooks to go, as the
blouse was stretched very tightly across the soft mounds of flesh. What she really
wanted to wear was one of those blouses that exposed the back completely with just
a string holding the two ends together but she can use that when attending a party
but there was no excuse to do that when her excuse to go out was shopping with a
friend. So, she couldn’t dress more sexily for him as she wished she could do. As
the blouse opened, her soft creamy flesh bulging from her beige coloured bra came
to view. Prakash took a deep breath at that alluring sight. While looking at
Prakash’s reaction she pressed a button in the front of her bra and the bra cups
flapped open with her breasts tumbling out of the confines of the bra cups. She had
worn this type of bra as she was certain she would have to feed her breasts to him
and this was easier do so in the confines of a car. Her nipples were already erect
waiting for him to feast on them. She held up her two breasts in the palms of her
two hands as if offering those succulent fruits to him.

“Suck them my darling boy, these are for you my love. Take it.”

Prakash rubbed the tip of his nose on the erect nipples. He took in the smell of
fragrant perfume along with the smell of woman in heat, deep in his nostrils. That
potent combination went from his nostril straight to his groin. Mounika gasped as
his lips latched on to her nipple. She closed her eyes as he suckled on her nipple.
She couldn’t quite discern the feelings evoked in her. Was this just lust? Love? Or
even maternal feelings? Divya would have suckled him just like this when he was a
baby. But now this was so different. Prakash was a hot-blooded young man. A randy
man at the peak of his sexual powers. When she was kissing him, love was the
predominant feeling. When she cuddled him, it was maternal feeling that took over
and when he had his large pole lodged deep in her and they writhing together in a
passionate embrace, only pure lust burned within her.

“Ahh,” she pulled his mouth off her distended nipple,” don’t bite you oaf, suck,”
she admonished him gently.

He smiled sheepishly at her,” sorry, got a little carried away.”

He once again latched on with his lips as Mounika fed him her other nipple. In the
confined space of the car his suckling sound was clearly audible and so were her
soft moans. Prakash nibbled on her nipple again but this time very gently.

“ssss… my darling baby boy … suck it … ooohh… suck baby,”

Mounika’s hand frantically searched for his virile manhood. She needed to hold it,
caress it to express the feelings that were engulfing her at that moment. Her long,
slender fingers found and grasped that dear thing firmly. Her thumb and fingers
rubbed on the warm flesh as she squeezed and caressed it. For his part Prakash
teased the tumescent rubbery inch long stem in his mouth with his tongue. This
intimate petting by the both of them was increasing the intensity of their arousal.
The car motor was running, the AC in the car was on but they could feel the body
temperature increasing in spite of the coolness inside that small space.

While continuing to slurp on her nipple Prakash reached down to pull up her saree
over her thighs. She lifted up her bottom so that her saree was now half way up her
thighs but it could not go up any further. That was enough for him though. Those
supple and shapely flesh that had not seen much of sunlight was of a shade whiter
than the rest of her body. They were very smooth as they were waxed off and devoid
of any hair. She shivered as his fingers traced gentle lines on her thighs. Her
womanhood and already been oozing sometime and her pussy was soaking wet. Her pubic
mound seemed to have swelled up more for him. She guessed that a thin wet line
would have already formed on her lacy panties. His fingers were slowly inching
towards her snatch. Soon it would discover the state of arousal she was in. Instead
of feeling any embarrassment of him finding out about her state of readiness to
take in his love pole she instead delighted in this display of lasciviousness. He
had many times verbally expressed how much he desired her. In return she was
indicating to him, without uttering a word, her carnal appetite for his young
virile body was equally immense.

“Aahh…,” Mounika groaned as the fingers of her young lover reached and caressed her
panties.

Surely he would have felt her wetness even without moving her panties aside.
“Yes lover, I desire you so much, feel my wetness darling, see how much you have
awoken the sluttiness in me,” these lewd thoughts raced through her mind.

How was it that this young man, a man almost half her age, had been able to inflame
the sexual desire of a mature married woman like her to this extent she wondered in
amazement. That too a worldly woman like herself (or so she thought of herself). In
his case her sensuousness, her voluptuousness had in turn evoked a raw desire for
her in him. Their first intense and ecstatic sexual union had only strengthened
their desire for each other. Their age difference paled into insignificance in
front of all these emotions. All that seemed important was their need for each
other.

His fingers caressed her cunt lips over the silky panties covering her feminine
treasure. She moaned her appreciation as she held his suckling head to her bosom.
Her soft beautiful fingers were now stroking the hot flesh of his immense erection,
slow long strokes that sent ripples of pleasure emanating from his groin to his
whole body. He pushed her panties aside as his fingers slipped inside, grazing over
the soft silky hair to reach her moist opening. Two fingers entered in an inch. She
took in a sharp breath. His fingers slid up easily over the wet and sticky opening
till the tip of his fingers brushed against her sensitive love bud. She let out her
breath in whimper as pleasure sparked in her. His fingers slid in and out of her
pink petals brushing against the profusely sensory nerve covered pea.

“anng… anng… anng… ,” her moans of pleasure was a constant chorus now.

She pulled his head up. Her red succulent lips eagerly sought his. She kissed him
feverishly. The vehemence of her kisses showed how much she was in the grip of
intense passion. In the forty-eight years of her life or the twenty-seven years of
her marriage she had not been overcome like this with such intense emotions of
sexual desire. Commensurate with these impassioned emotions his skill as a lover
for one so young had been no less a delight. In their very first fervent coupling,
she had been engulfed by immense rapture. After experiencing such unmeasurable
ecstasy, she knew then itself that she would yearn for more of the same. Her only
fear had been that once he had overcome her resistance and conquered her chastity
his interest in her would wane. That she was a desired conquest but after achieving
it he would not have the same desire as before. But so far it seems his desire for
has only grown stronger. She was determined to please him in all the ways he would
want and then some more. She would do for him things she had not even done for her
husband. He must become a slave to every pleasure her voluptuous body can give him.

“Let’s get to the back seat, we’ll be more comfortable there,” he said.

Mounika looked around. There was no sign of anyone coming their way. Their car was
also well hidden from anyone’s sight.

“Do you think it would be safe”,” she asked him a little nervously. She had never
done anything as bold as this in her life. This was exciting, thrilling and highly
arousing but also oh so dangerous.

“Don’t worry dear, no one would come this way, I’m sure.” He spoke with the
fearlessness that comes with youth.

She was uneasy because of the risk involved. What a field day the media would have
if they got caught. She could just see the headline and flashing news. ‘Wife of
Multi-Millionaire businessman caught romping with the son of his business
associate.’ ‘Illicit mating inside a Mercedes’. Her reputation would be torn to
tatters.
“Why don’t we go to your condominium Prakash. It would be much safer there.”

He held her hands reassuringly. “Don’t worry baby, I’m there .. I’ll take care of
everything.”

She liked how he called her ‘baby’ like she was a woman closer to his age than to
his mother’s. Yet she still hesitated.

“Have you ever fucked in a car .. or in the open like this before?” He asked her
directly hoping to kindle her desire further.

Again, the vulgarity from him but it did not put her off but rather it only served
to increase her lust. She had never experienced this type of ‘adventure’ or
excitement before. These are things she missed in her youth but now experiencing in
her late forties. Despite her reservations she decided in her mind to do what her
young lover desired.

“No .. but it feels strange to do this in the open like this.”

“You’ll love this, I assure you he said as he got out of the car, came around to
her side of the car and held her by her hands to help her get out of the car.

They both stood just outside the back door of the car as they kissed once more.
Prakash sought to remove her saree but she gripped it in her hands preventing him
from doing so.

“No, Prakash. What if someone comes. We’ll be in trouble.”

Prakash didn’t want to push her any further. That she had conceded to this extent
was in itself a surprise. He had surmised that the maximum such a mature and
worldly wise woman like Mounika would allow him is kisses and caresses in the car.
He did not realise to what extent he had awoken the ardour in her. He opened the
back door of the car and laid her on her back on the seat. He pulled up her saree
(she assisted him by lifting up her bum) till it was bunched around her waist. He
looked at her smooth white legs with hunger in his eyes. He looked at her feet
encased in a beautiful silver colour strapped, three-inch heeled footwear. He
appreciatively admired her well-manicured toes held tightly together by the straps.
He squatted in front of her and lifted her left leg by her ankle. He kissed her on
her toes, snaking his tongue out to lick gently. Prakash could hear the heaving
breathing of his mother’s good friend. That she was in the grip of amorous feelings
was in no doubt. Prakash did not want to remove her footwear. The sight of the
naked lower part of her body clad by only the footwear and satin translucent
knickers was highly erotic. He could just make out over her panties, the darkness
caused by the fine hair covering her pussy. She was of that generation who still
believed that neatly maintained pubic hair would be more suggestive to men of the
pleasures that awaited beyond them. The young women now preferred it clean shaven
and maybe so did the men. Prakash himself had a preference for a cunt that was
covered by fine silky hair than the cameltoe look. Especially with Mounika when he
saw the contrast between her very fair skin and the dark hair he was highly
aroused.

He slowly kissed his way up her legs. Every soft bite followed by gentle licking
left a trail of reddish spots on her white skin. With his mouth still on her thighs
he lifted his eyes to look at her. He could not see her face beyond her heaving
beasts, primarily because she was kneading her own breasts with her two hands. He
kissed her over her panties where her slit would be. She moaned as his lips brushed
over the already wet line where her opening was hidden by the silky cloth. He
traced the tip of his tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit. The wetness of
his saliva joined and merged with the wetness already caused by her lust. Her moans
became whimpers now as she pressed the back of his head down as hard as she could.
He kissed and licked the top of her panties till it was so wet her pubic hairs
became visible. He slowly pulled down her panties over her thighs. Her moist
honeypot slowly came into view. Her pussy lips were slightly open so that he could
see the pink wet flesh inside. He already had had a taste of the delectable
pleasures that moist flesh held. Just a few days ago they had firmly held his hard
rod and milked it as it had churned in them. He completely pulled her panties down
till it was curled and dangling around her right ankle. He moved his head closer.
The smell coming from the woman in heat was stimulating his own response. He took
in a deep breath filling his lungs full of that intoxicating smell. He felt his
cock harden and jerk in response. She could feel his hot breath on her pubis. Her
mouth was dry as she eagerly awaited his lips to press on to her pink like petals.
She didn’t realise that she had stopped breathing in anticipation. His tongue
snaked out from his mouth to slither up her slit, directly this time without her
panties preventing her from sensitivity of his probing tongue. It slowly moved up
from the bottom to the top of the slit. As he pulled his tongue out in a scoop it
had a bit of the viscous fluid sticking on to his tongue. This was the most potent
drink a woman could give to a man.

“Oh baby… Ohhh…” groaned the mature housewife.

Prakash smiled to himself that he was able to make glamours woman like Mounika, a
woman old enough to be his mother, lose herself like this to him. Mounika, who
looked more than ten years younger than her age had that mystic alluring look that
was not easily defined. Many women don’t age well but only a few are blessed that
age increases their desirability. Mounika one such woman. That was what that had
bewitched Prakash the very first time his mother had dragged him and introduced him
to her. The first look at his mother’s friend sent a chemical shock wave to his
brain. There was an instant attraction that engulfed him that he could not explain.
All he knew then was that he must have this incredibly sexy woman. Instinctively he
had the feeling that within this very attractive woman there was a smouldering
cauldron of desire. He knew then that the man who would be able to make those
suppressed emotions erupt would be smothered by pleasures that he would have never
dreamed off. He was proved right in this in the very first time they mated. The
ravenous sexual hunger, the feverish coupling took them on a crescendo that ended
in an all-consuming bliss that neither of them had experienced before. Having had a
taste of that overwhelming ecstatic pleasure they knew that they would need it
again and again till that desire is sated. Mounika hoped that it would be a long
time before this happened. Mounika was well aware that this was a relationship that
would not last. When Prakash had had his fill of her, he would move on. But till
then she wanted her young lover. She wanted those intensely blissful moments with
him now, when pleasures of the flesh still meant something and was important in her
life. Now being unable to control herself anymore she pressed the head of her lover
down till his lips and her pussy lips became one. His tongue started exploring her
wet inner flesh. She groaned as pleasure started soaring in her body.

“Lick me my lover boy.. eat my pussy…mmmm….yes like that.”

At that very moment, in the private meeting room of a luxurious hotel, Jayakar was
groaning in his mind too. This security officer Commissioner was proving more
difficult than he had anticipated. He had wanted to resolve the problem that faced
him at this level itself. He was getting very irritated but did not show it
outwardly. If only he knew that, right at that moment, the son of his business
associate had his face buried in his wife’s twat, this irritation would be nothing
to what he would be feeling then. Meanwhile not very far from where Mounika and
Prakash were engaging in their illicit tryst Inspector Vajendra was questioning two
servants, a male and a female. They were inside a well-furnished cottage about four
to five kilometres from where Vinod was murdered. His men on their investigations
had found this cottage as the only place which was not occupied. All the other
houses, though they were mostly far apart in this area, was occupied by families or
as in one case three bachelors who were sharing and renting one of the houses
there. His men having peeked inside the window found realised that this cottage was
being used (noted by the way it was well furnished) and not some unoccupied house.
So, they were in the midst of finding out to whom this property was registered.
Meanwhile his men took turns to keep watch on the place thinking someone was sure
to come in sometime soon. Sure enough, the two servants had come in today.
Inspector Vajendra’s man immediately informed him. He told his man not to let them
out of his sight and that he would soon be there. Now almost an hour later he was
interrogating them.

“What is your name?” he asked the male servant sternly. Looking at the two of them
he immediately concluded that these two people could not be the owners of the
place. The place was too luxuriously furnished and these two, by the clothes they
wore, indicated they were more likely to be servants.

Seeing them he came to the conclusion that they can be easily intimidated by
persons in authority. He needed to do that so that he can get the information he
wanted from them. He looked at them with steely eyes making them more nervous than
they already were.

“Ra.. Raa.. Ramu,” the servant stammered out his name.

“And who is this,” Vajendra nodded indicating the woman who stood in fear beside
him.

Ramu took a quick glance at his wife trembling nervously beside him. “My wife,
Laxshmi,” he replied.

“Who does this place belong to? What are you two doing here?” Inspector Vajendra’s
voice was louder than it needed to be. He didn’t want them to be thinking clearly
or weigh their answers before they replied. Keeping them mentally on edge is more
likely to elicit truthful answers.

“This place belongs to Madam .. we came to clean up the place.”

“And who is this Madam?” Vajendra asked, his look continuing to be austere.

Now both Ramu and Laxshmi looked at each other nervously. What are they to say?
They were quite sure for what purpose Madam used this place for. The crumpled and
many times stained bedsheet and even on one occasion finding an unused condom left
no doubt as to what had gone on between madam and whoever was with her. They had
always been strictly told when they are to come and clean up. It was always when
Madam and whoever else was there had left. One thing they were sure of was that it
cannot be ‘sir’ that was with madam in the cottage. Probably ‘sir’ was not aware of
this arrangement his wife (madam) had. In fact, they did not even know who the
‘sir’ was though seeing the holy chain around madam’s neck there must be a ‘sir’
around. They were employed by and were the servants to Madam. Anyway, these were
all affairs pertaining to people in high places and it was best that they be as
incurious as they possibly can they had decided from the very first. Even then,
more often than not, both man and wife couldn’t help themselves from smiling at
each other meaningfully when they see the mess that the bed was when they came in
to clean up. They would make a guess as to when madam would have enjoyed more by
seeing the condition of the bed. The more the mess the more the enjoyment was their
deduction. Even Ramu at times had become so aroused that he had sex with his wife
on the very bed dried stains and all before cleaning up. Lakshmi didn’t mind this
because at those times Ramu’s performance would be extra enjoyable. As madam had
set up this place so she could have sex on the side very discretely, they were in a
quandary as to what to do now.
“What are you two doing just standing here blinking .. answer me .. or shall I take
you to the security officer station and continue this?” Inspector Vajendra said
threateningly.

Ramu had heard many stories on the type of ‘treatment’ ordinary persons like him
would get in the confines of a security officer station. He felt a shiver of fear
run through him. He was not prepared to face the problems just so he could protect
the secrets of his employer. For the discretion shown by him and his wife madam
paid them more than what they would usually get for the job they do. More so while
getting that pay they usually had to only come in about twice a week to keep the
place clean and tidy. They were able to do other work to earn more income in the
meanwhile. But all that is not going to be worth it to get into trouble with the
security officer. He and his wife can always find similar employment elsewhere. He
decided to come clean.

“Madam’s name is Premavati,” he blabbered out.

“And what is your Madam’s address?”

“I .. I don’t know.”

“What?? Are you lying to me?” Inspector Vajendra took a threatening step towards
him.

“No .. no sir … I swear, I don’t know.” Ramu’s wife Laxshmi started sobbing
silently.

“How can you not know where your employer stays? Vajendra asked unbelievingly.

“I swear on god sir .. madam gives instructions through the phone. That’s all the
contact we have with her. She meets us here very rarely.”

“Don’t you not go to her house to get your salary?”

“No sir, madam puts the money into our bank account.”

Vajendra looked at Ramu with piercing eyes. Ramu flinched but did not look away.
Vajendra instinctively knew he was telling the truth.

“Can you describe your madam? How does she look, how old is she?”

Again, Ramu and his wife looked at each other. Laxshmi nodded slightly to her
husband. Ramu turned back to look at Vajendra, took a deep breath and started
speaking.

“Madam is about Laxshmi’s height,” he said indicating his wife. Vajendra estimated
Laxshmi to be about five foot three inches.

“Madam is slimer and fairer than Laxshmi.” Ramu’s description of his employer all
seemed to be in relation to his wife. Lakshmi seemed to be about ten kilos over
weight in relation to her height. So if she was slimer than his wife Lakshmi then
probably this Premavati looks after her body quite well.

“How old is your Madam?”

“I don’t know but I think she must be about thirty.” Actually, she was thirty-eight
but she maintained herself well and looked younger than her age. People like his
madam who have never done any manual job in their life and with plenty of free time
in their hands can make themselves look younger if they made the effort. Ramu
however was not to know that.

“How often does your madam come here?”

“I don’t know sir,” Ramu lied. “As I said we rarely meet her. We come in only twice
a week to clean up the place.” He actually knew more or less how many times she
came here by the number of times he had to clean the bedsheets and make up the bed.
It was usually once a week. Only on some occasions it would be two times in a week
or there were times when it was just once in about two weeks. In those times, Ramu
and Lakshmi had decided, madam probably was having her monthly periods.

“Do you know why she comes here?” Vajendra probed.

Again, Ramu lied. “I don’t know sir … and I can’t ask madam that.”

Vajendra knew that Ramu was lying. Surely he would know the reason. Since like
Ramu, he too could guess almost for certain the reason why this Premavati was
maintaining a discreet place like this. He did not press Ramu any further as that
was not important.

“Did your Madam come here on the 14th of this month?”

Ramu frowned trying to recollect. Now suddenly the recollection came to him in a
flash. He and his wife came in on the 15th morning to clean up. The bed had been
thoroughly used the previous day. He remembered it well because of the five-hundred
rupee note placed on the bedside table. Only once in a while during the last year
he would find the money placed there. Someone was leaving an extra tip for him for
doing the cleaning. He suspected that madam had allowed someone else to use the
place. That whoever else it was, that person too was using it for the same purpose
madam did was confirmed by the crumpled bedsheet. He always wondered if the person
was a male or female. It was not likely that madam would allow a male such an
access. It was probably one of her female friends he had concluded. He was thankful
he had an ordinary but faithful wife like Lakshmi. These high-class sluts all seem
to be fucking behind their husbands back. They may look pretty but were totally
without morals.

“I’m not sure sir,” Ramu lied once more. “She may have come in on the 14th, I don’t
know.”

He didn’t want to volunteer the information that probably on that day someone other
than his ‘madam’ had used the place. If he did that he would have to explain about
the condition of the bed on the days he had to clean up the place. He would also
have to explain why he thought that someone other than his ‘madam’ had used the
place and about the five hundred rupees tip left. Let the security officer find out
about that. He was unlikely to be found out by the security officer to have hidden
this information from them. Surely whoever it was who left the money, she was very
unlikely to mention this to them even if questioned.

“Won’t you be able to tell if someone had used the place,” Vajendra pressed him. As
Vajendra strongly suspected, If this place was used by Premavati for her sexual
romps then there would easily be signs that the bed had been used.

Ramu was no fool, he realised what the Inspector was implying by this line of
questioning. He decided to play it safe. “Yes, sir there will be signs that the
place had been used but it could have been that day you mentioned, the previous day
or even the day before .. because we come in only twice a week to clean up and so
it depends on when madam had come to her house, if at all.”
This was as much as he needed from these two servants. Better to confront the lady
of the house to get more information. “Okay, you said your Madam calls you doesn’t
she, now give me her number.”

Ramu hesitated. “Sir, I must ask Madam first.”

“I’ve got no time for that. This involves a serious investigation. Give me her
number now or I know how to get it from you.” The Inspector was being deadly
serious. That was obvious to Ramu. He decided to save his own skin first. He gave
the Inspector what he wanted.

At the time the Inspector was questioning the servants, the big car parked hidden
from view was rocking. Even the suspension of the high-end car was being put to the
test. If anyone were to see how the car was rocking from afar they would surely
guess correctly what was going on inside.

“nghah… nghah… nghah…,” Mounika was groaning constantly at every thrust of

Prakash’s hip. At every thrust his hard flesh was overcoming the resistance of the
grip of her inner flesh to knock against her cervix.

The reason the car was shaking this much was because Prakash had his legs on the
ground as leverage as he thrust his hips at ferocious pace. Mounika lay on her back
on the back seat, her legs pulled up to her chest and held there by Prakash who was
on top of her. Her hands were moving all over his back and buttocks as if somehow
seeking relief from the blissful agony that was overwhelming her. Prakash’s mouth
was fastened tightly on her swollen nipple as his thick manhood plundered the
chastity of his mother’s friend once again. Just some ten minutes ago she had
pleaded to her ardent young lover.

“Not today baby .. not safe yet, just another four days more then you can have me
whenever possible without any fear.”

But he would not listen. His whole being was in the clutches of this forbidden
lust. Truth be told she too was not in a position to resist much. Having finally
succumbed after these long years of resistance to temptation, she too was in the
grip of the emotions this new salacious affair had inundated her with.

“No, Mounika I want your pussy now darling … I must have it now…” Prakash was
adamant as only a headstrong young man in the grip of passion could be.

Saying this, he was rubbing the mushroom shaped head of his cock up and down on her
wet slit. Whatever little resistance Mounika had was rapidly abandoning her.

“Okay darling boy … just don’t finish in me,” was her weak response to his
insistence.

With that go ahead from her he had plunged deep into her making her cry out in a
mixture of pain and delight. What followed after that was pure delicious pleasure
for the both of them. Their frequent fervent slobbering kisses as they fucked like
animals was the only time his growls and her passionate moans were silenced. Both
their faces were flushed, small rivulets of sweat ran down their bodies.

“Fuck me .. my lover boy … fuck me hard.” Gone were her reservations. Her
infidelity was now cause for rejoice for the intense pleasure that was coming as a
deluge.

“Yes… Mounika….my cock is just for you baby .. for your sweet pussy.”

Pleasure was radiating all through Mounika’s body. This young man was showing her
pleasures she didn’t know existed. She bit him on his neck … she scratched him on
his back. Yet his firm toned muscles took all she could give. Her displays of
uncontrollable lust only served to drive his own desires higher.

“Your pussy’s so tight darling… it’s wonderful…humph … humph…”

“awhh… awhh… it’s because you’re so big lover .. so much bigger than Jayakar.”

Her praising him over her husband of twenty-seven years made his cock jerk in her
clasping pussy flesh. She could see the triumph in his lust filled eyes on hearing
her words. He passionately kissed her as the piston like movements of his hips
became faster. Mounika was racing towards her climax. From kissing her, he started
sucking on her nipple as he fucked her. He was pushing her rapidly towards a
stunning orgasm. She was beyond care now. She needed desperately the delightful
relief. She didn’t care if he shot his potent load into her anymore. She wanted him
to enjoy the same stupendous joy that she was going to get.

“Fuck me.. Fuck me like my husband has never done before … fuck meee….,” she
wailed.

Fucked her he did with all his strength. He could feel her legs tighten around his
thighs .. one hand tightened on his buttock and one on his back .. her nails dug
into his flesh. Her body froze for a second she then let out a shriek that caused a
couple birds on the branch of a tree, overhanging the parked car, to take flight.

“Oh god ..I’m coming.. I’m coming,” she sobbed as her body started spasming.

He held her body as she humped him from below extracting every ounce of pleasure
his cock was giving her. She seemed to be in the throes of an orgasm that seemed to
go on and on but in reality the after spasms of pleasure lasted for about a minute
or so. She had never experienced an orgasm that lasted this long or was so
intensely powerful. She kissed him lovingly and passionately in gratitude.

“You haven’t come yet sweety?” she asked him as she lovingly stroked his face.

“Not yet,” he smiled.

She stroked his body with her beautiful fingers moving her hips up from below
prompting him to continue pumping in her.

“Fuck me darling.. I want that big cock of yours to drill me till it shoots.”

His mature lover was giving him the green signal to fill her cunt with his seed. He
was close too. He knew he would not last more than a minute or more. He started
moving again. After she had come her pussy did not have the same tightness of grip
as before but this extra lubricated friction of their naughty flesh together seemed
more pleasurable now. He pumped in rapidly, concentrating on his own release. She
showered kisses on him encouraging him to unload.

“He’s going to come … I hope he doesn’t make me pregnant,” she prayed silently,
but yet did not want to deny him the pleasure her pussy gave him,” fill me my love,
I’ll handle the consequences later,” she decided in her mind.

He was going to come … yes, anytime now. She instinctively knew it, his cock
twitched it expanded it was ready, ready anytime now. But just when she thought
that he would shoot inside her he quickly pulled out, got up and stood just outside
the open door and he urgently pulled her up to sit on the edge of the seat. He held
her head with one hand and brought his throbbing cock to her mouth with the other.
Her mouth automatically opened to receive the hard cock. She clamped down her lips
on the stem and no sooner did she start sucking streams of sticky liquid shot
inside filling her mouth. For the first time the life fluid of a man slid down her
throat as she drank the warm load from her lover. She sucked till nothing more came
out from his cock. Both of them had their eyes closed savouring this moment. He
holding her head with both hands at his groin and she holding on to his sturdy
trunk like thighs with his still hard cock still in her mouth.

Inspector Vajendra had a lot going on in his mind. He had reported this latest lead
on the murder investigation to ACP Dharana on the phone.

“Sir, I suspect that this is the place where the victim Vinod had been before he
was murdered,” he had said.

“Why do you suspect that?” Dharana had asked.

“From what I can note, this place seems to be used by the owner for her meetings
with her paramour.”

“What did you say the owner’s name was?”

“Premavati sir. We had deduced by the sperm stained underwear of the victim that he
probably had had sex sometime before he was murdered. I suspect it could have been
with this Premavati.”

“Could the victim have come from any of the other houses in that area?”

“Not likely sir. Most of the houses are occupied by families. One house has a group
of bachelors sharing it. They are all people engaged in normal profession and house
is completely locked up with owners staying in a foreign country.”

“Okay, have you made contact with the woman yet?”

“I got her number but she didn’t pick up the phone. I’ve got our people tracing her
address through the phone registration. I’ll get that very soon.”

“Good. I don’t want her to be alerted till we interview her.”

“Yes sir. I have one of our men with her servants to make sure they don’t contact
her till we meet her first.”

After that conversation just a short while ago he was now on his way to meet the
Assistant Commissioner. As he passed the area where they had found the body of the
victim his eyes had automatically surveyed the area once more. When he turned back
to look ahead he noticed a car coming out of the dirt path onto the main road.
Immediately his interest was piqued. Who was it that was coming out from this area?
That too from where a crime had recently been committed. He asked his driver to
speed up. As he got closer he noticed that the car was a new Mercedes Benz. He
could make out that there were two people inside the car. A man who was the driver
and the passenger beside him seemed to be a woman. He instructed his driver to
overtake them and flag them to stop.

Episode 8

Prakash had noticed the security officer jeep speeding up behind them. He
immediately took his hand off Mounika’s thigh which he had been caressing. Mounika
was puzzled by Prakash’s action till she saw him looking through rea-view mirror.
She turned to see what was behind and was a bit alarmed to see the security officer
jeep approaching behind them. Prakash’s instinct was to drive faster and get away
from the jeep. His car was much more powerful and could easily outpace the security
officer jeep but his number would have been noted and he would have been traced. Or
they would have radioed ahead and set up a block. Maybe they were only in a hurry
and merely wanted to overtake and be gone. By speeding unnecessarily, he would be
inviting suspicion when possibly there was none. Besides why should he panic or try
to get away. He had not done anything wrong, hmm … well strictly speaking having
sex with another man’s wife was wrong, morally, but that was not a crime. Anyway,
that was the new ruling in law so seducing someone else’s wife won’t lead to
trouble with the law only with the husband if caught. He slowed down to let them
pass but he was shocked and surprised when the security officer officer sitting on
the passenger’s side indicated him to pull over and stop as the jeep overtook them.
First time he felt a little panic but his panic was more for the sake of Mounika
than himself. She may become distressed by the presence of the security officer
especially now so soon after she had just had illicit sex with him. For persons
like him who was at that high level in society they held no fear of the security
officer. More often than not the security officer treated them with great
deference. He just hoped Mounika did not become very uncomfortable. He pulled to a
stop brought down the window and waited for the security officer to approach him.

Inspector Vajendra got down from his jeep and walked up to the car. His experienced
eyes expertly surveyed the two people inside the car. From the car they were
driving, the clothes worn by them and by their general look he could easily see
that they were very wealthy people. The man was around the mid-twenties or so and
the woman seemed to be in the mid to late thirties but again she could be older as
women of her class generally looked after themselves quite well. But what he
immediately noticed was that they were both attractive people. He was a handsome
young man and she was a beautiful woman. Maybe they were mother and son he thought
to themselves, her beauty being passed on to the son.

“Anything the matter Inspector. Why did you stop us?” Prakash’s voice was matter of
fact. It was obvious that he was not perturbed at being stopped. Not the reaction
of someone who had done something wrong.

Seeing them and the young man’s reaction Vajendra too concluded that these two
obviously very wealthy persons probably had nothing to do with crime and had
probably some other reason for being in that place. But the woman seemed to be more
disturbed. Women, even women of that social class, generally get nervous in the
presence of security officer was his experience. Nevertheless, he had been taught
not to take anything for granted.

“I noticed your vehicle coming out from there,” Vajendra nodded his head to the
side indicating from where he had seen their vehicle emerging on to the road. “Any
reason for your presence here?”

Prakash was relieved to hear that. The Inspector had only seen them only as they
had driven on to the road. He had not seen them drive out from behind the heavy
brushes. Worst thing would have been if he had snuck up to their car when he and
Mounika were fucking. Now that would have been a major scandal.

“Why Inspector? Why do you ask? Anything wrong in that?” Prakash asked coolly. This
man is rather too cool Vajendra thought looking at him up and down but the man
seemed unperturbed by the scrutiny.

“That was the scene of a crime recently, just answer me.” Vajendra’s tone was even.
These people were not like the servants where he could intimidate them. He really
did not know what level of influence they could possibly have. It was better to be
courteous as long as he did not suspect them of any wrong doing yet.

“Oh, sorry Inspector, I didn’t know that,” Vajendra believed Prakash seemed to be
genuinely surprised. All the more reason for him to believe that these two were not
involved in anyway, on what had happened.

“Yes, that’s why we needed to question anyone having to do something in this area,”
Vajendra replied.

“I am thinking of developing this area for building houses, this was just a very
initial survey,” Prakash lied smoothly. Or rather it was not a complete lie as his
family was also involved in the construction business and developing and building
flats and houses were in their plans.

“Oh… may I know your name and the name of your company?”

Prakash gave Vajendra the information he wanted. Vajendra looked meaningfully at

Mounika as if to ask who was that.

“Oh, this is my aunt Mounika,” Prakash said. This too was not a complete lie. He
did call Mounika aunty in front of his parents and her husband.

There was really nothing more he could ask them at this moment, so Vajendra just
nodded to them and said,” Sorry for the inconvenience. Have a safe drive back.” If
it need be he could always verify as to the truth of his statements. Afterall he
had made note of the car registration number.

Vajendra walked back to his jeep with a slight frown on his brow. He had noticed
that the woman’s face was devoid of any make up but there were indications that
there had been make up on quite recently that seemed to have been rubbed or cleaned
away. Her saree also seemed to be slightly crumpled. He had also noticed a small
red smudge mark on the man’s collar. Probably a lipstick smear? Ordinarily people
would not have noticed this but to a person like him, he would not fail to notice
small details like this. As he got into the jeep he thought maybe the man Prakash
was not entirely truthful. He only had noticed as their car had emerged on to the
road. Where could they have been earlier? Their car could have been parked anywhere
in that lonely place. There were many places there where even a car as big as
theirs could be hidden from view. Was this young man having an affair with that
older woman? He had also noticed the Mangalsutra chain around her neck. Well
engaging in an adulterous relationship was no longer a criminal offence. So even if
they were engaging in illicit sex it was not of his concern. However if they were
caught engaging in obscene or any type of sexual activity in public then that would
be an offence. But he was not interested in such petty matters now. There were more
pressing concerns for him at the moment. He had wasted enough time questioning
those two. ACP Dharana was waiting for him, he needed to move as fast as possible.

As the Inspector walked away Prakash lay his hand reassuringly on Mounika’s hand.
It was cold and he could feel the fingers trembling. She had really become
frightened he though to himself. He waited for the security officer jeep to drive
away before he started the car.

“There’s nothing to worry about Mounika dear, he was just doing some routine
questioning,” he spoke calmly and reassuringly.

He could still see her breathe with difficult from the stress of the brief
encounter with the security officer. He squeezed her hand gently as if to say
everything would be alright. He held her by her chin and turned her face towards
his. He again gave her a soft smile. Her tremulous lips were an indication that she
still had not recovered from the agitation. Ordinarily she wouldn’t have been
overly concerned with any encounter with the security officer but these were
different circumstances. She had just been engaged in an adulterous sexual activity
that too lewd activity in public for the first time in her life. This was the first
time she had been disloyal to her husband and only the second sexual encounter
outside of her marriage. This was the reason for to become so upset. He leaned
forward and gently kissed her lips.

“Don’t worry darling, the Inspector has probably forgotten about us by now. He only
stopped us because apparently there was a crime committed here recently, otherwise
he wouldn’t have bothered about us. It was just an unfortunate coincidence.”

She spoke for the first time now saying out what had been in her mind that had
troubled her so much. “What if he had come upon us when we were making love in the
car. Oh my god think of the shame and scandal .. I would have simply died,” her
voice was timorous.

The enormity of her actions finally dawned on her. Not the sexual affair as it was
wonderful but this dangerous adventure of having sex in the open. What she and
Prakash did in the confines of a room was not going to be an issue but this type of
risk she took was too dangerous. If she continued the affair without taking any
unwanted risk like this then there was only a very, very, minimal risk of
discovery. If they confined their love making to only his condominium or on any
carefully planned holiday trips then it’s unlikely that their affair will ever be
exposed. That was because Prakash’s place was very private with tight security and
no one can come in without him being informed first. As far as her husband was
concerned he was away often than not giving her ample opportunity to indulge
herself in this morally wrong but utterly fulfilling affair. Moreover, her husband
had never been restrictive of her movements and she was allowed a lot of freedom.
The only aspect she had to be careful about was as far as her children were
concerned. Neither her son or her daughter should ever suspect that she had a
lover, that too one not of her age but closer to theirs. So, no more of this type
of ‘adventure’ she decided firmly. They drove on for sometime while she was
immersed in these thoughts. Luckily it was only a minor inconvenience with the
security officer and she slowly regained her composure so much so that when their
car was unexpectedly crossing the car her husband and his lawyer were in her hand
had been rubbing her young lover’s renewed erection over his pants. She was so
engrossed in what she was doing and her husband, in his discussion with his lawyer
that they both failed to notice each other. Probably the reason why this affair had
started in the first place, their failure to take notice of each other. When they
had reached the underground parking in Prakash’s condominium complex he parked his
car beside where Mounika had parked her car.

“Okay dear, I’ll call you again when my husband has left the city. Be patient till
then.”

“How long will that be?”

“I don’t know, maybe a few days sometimes a week or two. That’s what usually
happens whenever he gets back on his trips.”

“I can’t be without you for that long,” Prakash said with hunger in his eyes.

The raw desire and longing in her young lover’s eyes pleased her immensely. That he
craved for her so much felt very good. She lovingly stroked his face. “I feel the
same my dear but let’s not be reckless. We have all the time ahead for us.”

She looked at his forlorn expression in amusement. It had been so long since
someone wanted her, desired her so much. It was only in the first few years of her
marriage that her husband had that feeling for her.

“Don’t worry my dear, even when my husband is here he is mostly very busy during
the day and even on the evenings many times. We’ll get the opportunity to be
together.”

They kissed again for a long minute. “Okay dear, I have to go. My husband had come
back suddenly and I shouldn’t be away too long.”

“Why don’t you come to my room for a while before you go ..to freshen up,” he added
as an afterthought.

“To freshen up is it? Don’t give that story, I know what you would want,” she
laughed. “You will only exhaust me more I’m not taking the risk.”

“You’re so mean Mounika, see the condition you are leaving me in.” Saying this
Prakash unzipped his pant and took out his manhood with some difficulty unwinding
the fully erect tool. The massive tool was at full attention staring longingly at
her face.”

Mounika looked at the magnificent specimen of male virility, her tongue

unconsciously wet her lips. He’s so smitten with me that he his desires reawaken so
quickly she thought proudly. She couldn’t leave her sweet boy suffering like this.
She quickly looked around. There were very few cars parked at this time of the day
and the place was nearly empty.

“Is it fair to leave me like this,” he pleaded echoing what she already had decided
in her mind.

She reached forward and took his hard, warm flesh in her long slender fingers. She
could feel the blood engorged tube throb in her fingers. It was so beautifully
shaped and big that it provoked a natural erotic intensity in her.

“It’s so beautiful,” she said as she stroked him. Her inner thoughts came tumbling
out from her mouth unconsciously.

She still couldn’t believe it that the man who had chosen to seduce her and to whom
she had given herself to happened to be so well equipped to fulfil all her wants.
What if it happened that she had succumbed to the seduction of a man who turned out
to be a disappointing lover. She would have given up her precious chastity, one she
had safeguarded all these years, for nothing. But her sweet Prakash had not
disappointed her. In fact the experience with him had been the most glorious
feeling she had ever got in her life. She pulled up his T-shirt and kissed him on
his chest. Her mouth sought his nipple and licked and sucked it as she stroked him.
Prakash realised that this mature wife was not going to come to his room as he had
hoped but was still going to give him a fantastic handjob. He looked at those
elegant, beautifully manicured fingers holding his erect manhood. She started with
long slow strokes as she continued to tongue and tease his nipple. As her hand
gained speed the nail polish because just a blur as she fist-pumped him. His
breathing too became erratic as she pleasured him with her hand. He pulled up her
head and kissed her as his emotions overtook him. About five or six minutes of her
expert stroking had brought him to the edge.

“Baby …sss.. I’m going to come.”

“Do you want to shoot in my mouth,” she whispered erotically in his ear as she
increased the speed of her hand pumping.

“No darling, I want to come by your hand,” he groaned as he quickly reached out and
pulled out a few tissues and held it close to the tip of his penis.

She started sucking his nipple once again increasing his pleasure. “AAaa… yes now …
now..” he groaned as they both watched as his sperm shot out like a fountain on to
the tissues. She continued to stroke him till there was only a dribble coming out
from his tip. Without him asking or expecting she took his cock in her mouth and
sucked him clean. The orgasm he had was immensely satisfying. He could not believe
that even her fingers held so much joy. This orgasm had been better than what he
had experienced while having sex with many of the girls earlier in his life.

Ten minutes later she left the place in her car. She had reapplied a fresh coat of
lipstick, combed her hair, dabbed on some perfume to mask the smell of having
perspired a lot when she had fucked with her lover. She went back home to wait for
her husband’s return from his office like a sweet and faithful wife.

As Vajendra reached the ACP’s office he got a message from his department that they
had traced Premavati’s address through her phone number. He looked at the address
indicated. That was an address where the very wealthy resided. It was very rare
that anyone in his department had gone on investigations in that part of the city.
As he entered ACP’s office Dharana who was waiting for him indicated to him to sit
down. Vajendra saluted the ACP and pulled up a chair and sat before him.

“Good job Inspector, you were able to pinpoint the likely place the victim was
possibly in quite fast.”

Vajendra was pleased by the praise he got from his superior officer. Contrary to
his initial feelings about the young officer he had to report, he had grown to
slowly respect him. ACP Dharana was intelligent, straightforward and most important
of all he treated those who reported to him with fairness and courtesy.

“That seemed the only likely place sir,” he replied all other houses up to about
ten kilometres after the scene of the crime is occupied by families, with either
the husband or in some cases both the husband and wife working.”

“Did you interview those women who actually remain at home? Maybe the victim had
been with one of them. Or it could be one of the working women had taken leave on
that day and was with the victim?”

“We did check sir. In all instances there were elder family members at home with
them. Either the parents in law or parents. On our investigations we found out that
at the suspected days of the murder there had been at least one elderly family
member at home at that time so we ruled it out as unlikely the victim had been in
any one of those houses.”

At that time Inspector Vajendra’s phone rang. “Excuse me sir,” he said as he

attended the phone.

Okay, good, good I’ll check the message,” he said into the phone. He turned around
to Dharana after looking at the message and said,” Sir, we’ve got the details on
the lead Premavati.”

“Yes, I’m waiting,” Dharana replied.

“Well this Premavati is actually Mrs. Premavati Yogeshvar. Mr. Yogeshvar is a big
time Industrialist. However, the property we investigated is registered only under
Premavati’s name. I suspect that Mr Yogeshvar is not aware that his wife has such a
cottage in her name.”

“You can’t be sure about that can you?” Dharana asked him.

“True sir, I could be wrong but I strongly believe the cottage was her private love
nest. She probably used it for her own personal affairs. That’s what I deduced from
her servant’s evasive answers.”
“So Vajendra you think that Vinod and Premavati were having an affair and he had
had sex with her before he was ambushed and killed?”

Vajendra just nodded.

Dharana got up from his chair. “Come Vajendra let’s go give a visit to her.”

“I tried calling her earlier but she did not pick up the phone. Shall I call again
and tell her to be at home as we would want to talk to her?”

“No, Vajendra let’s surprise her,” Dharana smiled.

Vajendra hesitated for a moment. Dharana looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Sir,
these are very wealthy people. They would probably have influence in high places.
Should we alert DCP on this before we interview her?”

Vajendra had long years of experience. He had experiences of knowing the difficulty
in dealing with people who are influential. Dharana was new and on his first
posting. He felt it was his duty to forewarn him. Dharana too realised what
Vajendra’s intentions were. He was actually trying to protect him from getting into
any difficulties with his superiors. He appreciated Vajendra’s concern. Slowly a
bond was developing between the two men.

“It’s okay Vajendra. We’ll brief him later. We are still in charge of the
investigation. Let’s do what is necessary.”

Both Vajendra and Dharana left their office to interview Premavati who was at that
very moment just arrived back home from the mall. She did not realise that her
peaceful life is going to come under great strain soon.

Meanwhile in another home, much more modest than Premavati’s, a woman who was in
her late thirties picked her ringing phone.

“Has there been any one coming around questioning about the murder,” the voice at
the other end asked.

“Nothing so far, you don’t have to worry. I don’t think anyone would be able to
connect us to the murder, you be careful that’s all that is important,” Sheela said
to her brother in law Arun.

“I’m safe, you don’t worry. How is Suba,” Arun asked.

Suseela looked at her daughter who was intently listening to their conversation.
“She’s fine. She is very happy and grateful for what you have done,” and after a
little pause Suseela added,” so am I.”

“That’s my duty. I have to protect the both of you for the rest of your lives.”

“How is the wound? Are you okay now?” Suseela asked with concern.

“I’m okay, the wound has healed well. It was only a flesh wound. Even when injured
the son of a bitch was able to get off a shot.”

“Luckily nothing serious happened. When will you come back here?” Suseela asked.

“I think it’s better I stay away another week. I’ll come back if nothing bad comes
up. You and Suba be careful,” Arun said once more before he cut off the call.
“That was your uncle,” Suseela told her daughter though it was not necessary as her
daughter had already guessed that from her mother’s conversation.

“I know ma, when will uncle come back? I miss him.” Suba said. The droop of her
shoulders, the lifeless eyes spoke of a heart wrenching melancholy.

Suseela was at a loss to console her daughter. The events of that wretched day were
still strongly etched in her daughter’s mind. Even with the death of the bastard
her sorrow still haunted her. This house was a constant reminder of what had
happened that terrible day. She had to move to another house, she decided, at least
for the sake of her daughter. She’ll have to wait till Arun comes back before she
could do that.

“I’m going to lie down for ma,” Suba told her mother as she went to lie down on her
bed.

Suseela did not stop her daughter as her daughter very rarely went out with friends
now after that incident. Very often her daughter would spend her time like this,
withdrawn from others. Suseela could not blame her daughter, the events of about
two years ago was still very crystal clear in her mind. Her daughter was only
eighteen at that time. In the prime of her life, a happy and vivacious girl. Her
husband Bogan, that is Suba’s father was the feared main henchman of the Gowranga
crime syndicate. There was always fierce rivalry between Gowranga and Balveer crime
syndicates for dominance. The more powerful and dominant between the two would be
able to control the more lucrative criminal activities especially the illegal drug
supplies. With Vinod and Bogan being the main strengths of the two gangs there was
little to separate them. The rivalled each other in ruthlessness and bravery. They
were both valued and taken care of by their respective bosses. There was constant
probing from both sides to see if there were any weaknesses that could be
exploited. One day such a thing happened that led to the death of her husband.

Episode 9

Vinod had managed to bribe one of Bogan’s trusted man who then had secretly drugged
Bogan’s drink. The drug had a delayed reaction and its effect would only be felt a
few hours later. Vinod had been working on Bogan’s trusted man for a long time to
make him turn on his leader but to no avail. Vinod offered him huge amounts of
money, drinks, women and even a big position in his own gang but the man still
hesitated. Vinod had learnt that the man had ambition to take Bogan’s place. In the
gang hierarchy he was next and he would take Bogan’s place if something happened to
Bogan. Yet in spite of the desire, fear was still the overriding feeling. There
would be no mercy for traitors. A painful death awaited him if he was caught. Vinod
spent months in convincing the man to turn on his leader. He assured him that no
suspicion would come on him, he would see to that. Not only would he be able to
replace Bogan, he would be rewarded very well monetarily too. Finally, the man had
succumbed to his greed for power and leadership and had agreed to Vinod’s plan.

On that fateful day Bogan had his usual drinks with his men and had come back home
late that evening. The houses surrounding Bogan’s house was occupied mainly by his
men and at all times two of his men took turns to be some sort of sentry. Hence it
would be impossible to launch a sudden unexpected assault to harm Bogan or his men.
The approach to their houses was quite exposed and nobody could stealthily advance
on them. Moreover, the night sentries remain well hidden and would be attackers
would not know that they are being observed. But not only had the traitor drugged
Bogan but he had done that to his men too. So, on that day even the sentries were
all in a stupor when the attack began. It had been easy pickings for Vinod and his
men. On that day only about half of Bogan’s men were there. Arun, Bogan’s brother
was away with the rest on another matter that Gowranga wanted done.
Suseela remembered well the events of that day. It was as if it had happened
yesterday. The terrible events pf that day had been burnt into her mind. Vinod had
kicked open the door as he entered in. Startled from her sleep she immediately
shouted out to her husband calling for help but he seemed to be unable to wake up.
There was a disdainful look on Vinod’s face.

“Don’t bother shouting, no one is going to come to your aid,” he said with an evil
laugh.

Suseela felt a chill take over her body. She realised that they were in imminent
danger. Where are her husband’s men she had thought at that time in dismay? No one
should have been able to breech the security around their house. Following Vinod
inside the house was three more of his men. Suseela desperately thought of a way to
escape, she could make a break for the back door but how could she abandon her
husband and leave him to the mercy of this murderous bunch. Oh god, another
realisation came to her. Her teenage daughter was in the other room. Just as this
horrible thought came to her the room door opened and her daughter came out rubbing
her eyes having been awakened by the commotion. She was in her nightdress. A girl
who had just blossomed into a young woman. Suba gave out a shriek on seeing the
strange men in her home. One of the men quickly ran up to her gave her a savage
slap. The force of the blow sent her collapsing to the ground in a heap.

“Shut up you bitch,” the man who had slapped her shouted at her crumpled body.

Seeing this violent assault on her daughter, Suseela flew into a rage. “You son of
a whore aaargh .. bastard,” she cursed him as she attacked him clawing at his face.

Another man pulled the raging woman away from behind by her stomach and easily
overpowered the struggling woman. Meanwhile Vinod and the remaining man went
straight to Bogan who still seemed to be in a slumber. Suseela was shocked her
husband still didn’t wake up not realising that he had been drugged. While his man
held Bogan half upright in a sitting position, Vinod slapped his face a few times
trying to bring him to some level of consciousness.

“Wake up you son of a bitch .. wake up. You caused me enough trouble always trying
to muscle in to our deals. Today I’ll put an end to it.” The anger within Vinod was
visible in his face. He was so incensed at Bogan for all the difficulties he had
caused to him that Vinod wanted him to be aware that his life was going to be
ended. He didn’t want to finish Bogan off while he was still unconscious.

Bogan slowly opened his eyes still very groggy. The effect of the drug was such
that it was all he could do, he felt like his arms and legs had no strength. He
took a few seconds to become aware of what was happening in his home. Seeing that
he and his wife and daughter were in danger he tried to struggle up but to no
avail. He was just too weak.

“Please my wife and daughter have nothing to do with this .. don’t harm them,” he
pleaded for mercy for his family.

Two of his men were holding the struggling Suseela. It took two of them, much
bigger and stronger than her, to subdue her as she found the inner strength that
comes only when faced with great danger and in wanting to protect her family.
Somehow she wanted to go to the aid of her daughter and her husband. Her daughter
was still lying on the floor in a heap, not moving. Vinod’s intention was only to
kill Bogan and get away from there but Bogan had been the only one to thwart many
of his plans and actions. No one else had ever been able to do so. The need for
vengeance was seething within him. Now a very heinous thought entered into his
mind. He must make his rival endure agony for the difficulties and failures he had
caused him. He got up and walked to where Suba was lying in a heap. He turned her
body till she was lying prone facing upwards. He turned to see if Bogan was still
looking at him. He smiled, a smile of pure evil.

“No.. no .. don’t,” was all Bogan could shout out weakly.

“Arrgh…. Aarghhh… leave my daughter alone,” screamed out the struggling Suseela.

One of the men holding her stuffed a large piece of cloth into her mouth stifling
her cries. Vinod tore the upper clothes on Suba’s body with one violent tug. The
cloth came tearing out into his hands. Suba lay there her young upturned breasts
hidden by the bra she wore. Vinod roughly pulled the bra up over her body releasing
the breasts from the cups of the bra. The pain from this rough handling caused Suba
to regain her consciousness. She tried to struggle up but Vinod easily held her
pressed against the floor with just one hand. He pulled her skirt off her body with
one hand till except for the pulled-up bra, she was completely naked. Having
retired to sleep she had not even worn any panties. Her pubic mound with a week’s
growth of pubic hair was exposed to all to see. Instinctively her hands went to
cover her modesty.

“No.. please.. please…,” “mmpphh… mmpphh…,” Vinod could hear the faint pleadings of
the father and the muffled pleadings of the mother who had the cloth stuffed into
her mouth.

Vinod released his pant belt and pulled off his pant and underwear. He stroked his
huge cock till it had become fully erect. He lay on top of Suba with his weight
rendering her unable to move from his clutches.

“I want this recorded,” he told the man holding on to the helpless Bogan,” I want
to see how I bangd the great Bogan’s daughter again and again.”

His man let Bogan’s body fall back to the floor as he started recording his chief
on his phone. Vinod pulled her legs apart and with one forceful thrust he shoved
his entire cock into her vagina. She screamed out in agony. His big phallus went
tearing into the dry vagina of the virgin girl breaking her hymen and causing her
to bleed. Tears streamed down the cheeks of the father, mother and daughter each in
agony caused by their different suffering. For Vinod this was nothing about sex, it
was a display of violence, dominance and power. This was not for sexual
gratification it was to cause pain and humiliation. He started fucking her
violently. From struggling at first after a while Suba just lay limp as she endured
the assault on her body and her mind. Her first sexual intercourse which should
have been a sweet and memorable experience had turned out to be a horror for her.

Vinod was not fucking to please a lover he was fucking for vengeance. There were no
niceties in the copulation. A small mercy for Suba was because of that he had
finished in about five minutes or so and had shot his load in her. He got up from
her body leaving Suba lying there unmoving and sobbing silently. He walked back to
where Bogan was lying on the floor, still half naked. Bogan could see the blood
from his daughter’s broken hymen still dripping on Vinod’s cock. His mind was
filled with rage but his body could do nothing of it. He wanted revenge, to beat
Vinod with his bare hands but he was helpless. His spirit was broken. Thankfully
for him his life too was extinguished too soon after as Vinod slit his throat.

Vinod looked at Suseela and said,” You better keep your mouth shut or your
daughter’s humiliation would be shown to the world.” He was reminding the mother
that her daughter being violated had been recorded.

When Vinod left the place only two people were dead, Bogan and Bogan’s man who had
betrayed him by drugging him and his fellow gang members. Vinod didn’t like
traitors and this was also a sort of warning to his own men that this would be the
only reward for treachery. He also did not kill all the other drugged helpless gang
members. The sensationalism surrounding the death of two criminals would fade away
in a few days as other news starts dominating in the media. However, the murder of
six or seven people would have caused tremendous ruckus in the media. The security
officer would be under huge pressure to solve this case. All this would bring
unnecessary heat on their own organisation. Moreover, their purpose had been
achieved. Bogan was the key. Without his cunning, bravery and penchant for violence
leading the men, Gowranga’s organisation would not be so threatening to their own
anymore. Sure enough, in the next two years Balveer group started muscling in on to
areas which had been under Gowranga and soon they became the strongest crime
organisation in the city.

Suseela and Suba refused to give any information to the security officer the next
day. They both even hid the fact that Suba had been bangd. Bogan’s brother Arun who
returned the next day with the remaining gang members protected his sister in law
and niece being subjected to pressure by the security officer under the guise of
questioning. They were all aware that in their life things like this could happen
at any time. Cooperation with the security officer was not acceptable in their
code. They have always been told never to trust the security officer. Besides they
had always taken care of their own problems. Arun had plotted waiting for the time
to take revenge. He could accept the fact his brother was killed, if his brother
had had the opportunity he would do the same to his rivals. They accepted it as
part of the hazard of their profession but Vinod crossed the line when he lay his
hands on a family member who had nothing to do in their business. For that he
needed to die but Vinod now had grown too powerful and seemingly untouchable.
Arun’s boss Gowranga was not willing to spend or give the resources to Arun to take
revenge for the death of Bogan. Another reality became crystal clear to Arun, your
boss will only take care of you as long as it benefits him. A dead Bogan was of no
use to Gowranga. Besides the Balveer group had grown too powerful and he was not
willing to take any risk against them.

Frustrations was growing in Arun that he could not avenge his brother. Only three
others of the men in the group were loyal enough to Bogan to be willing to stand by
Arun’s side but that was not enough to take on Vinod. Arun used to cringe in guilt
every time he saw his sister in law and his niece. The suffering they had undergone
both physical and mental. The sorrow in their eyes. He should never have left them
alone that day. Till now his helplessness made him wrought with guilt. As if an
answer to his prayers he was contacted by a mysterious man over the phone. Arun did
not know who it was because the only contact with him was when he was contacted on
the phone. That man wanted Vinod dead and was willing to spend the money no matter
how much as long as it was done. He did not want his involvement in this to be
known and therefore he said his identity will always remain hidden. The money Arun
required and asked for was always banked into his account. With that Arun set his
plan to get Vinod into motion. He could now afford to hire outside people, people
from other states to carry out surveillance of Vinod’s activities without raising
Vinod’s suspicions. Even then it took seven long months and heavy expenditure
before they could get Vinod. The unidentified hirer was both willing to be patient
and did not care about the expenditure.

This anger and this thirst for revenge was why he took great pleasure in seeing
Vinod clobbered to death that day. It was payback for what he had done to his
brother and his niece. His sister in law broke down in tears as well as joy as
emotions overwhelmed her on hearing that Vinod had been killed. But what frightened
her was that her daughter showed very little reaction to what had happened. There
was a momentary spark in her eyes when she heard that Vinod had been killed but
that news did not pull her out from her misery. Arun had reassured his sister in
law that it may take time but Suba would one day slowly but surely overcome her
sorrows and be back to her old self. That was what had kept Suseela going on as she
looked at her sleeping daughter.

After some hectic meetings and settling on their organisation’s contingencies and
course of action Jayakar was finally able to take a break. In his luxurious office
he had a separate adjoining room with attached Jacuzzi and shower. He really needed
to get relief from the stress he was in. Stress was not new to him it was part of
his life and he had long accepted that fact. Dealing with situations where his
decisions if not correct could lead to losses in the crores was always going to
have this effect. But this is the life he chose so he has to bear the consequences.
He sat in his jacuzzi with his head back resting on the edge, eyes closed while
warms streams of water was gently massaging his body. With the flight back, the
meetings and having finished a glass of fine wine he was almost asleep when he felt
a new sensation. He just let himself enjoy that for a couple of minutes without
opening his eyes.

“Mmmm .. mmmm …,” he murmured in appreciation.

He slowly opened his eyes to see the beautiful face of his twenty-three years old
aide Shilpa. There were a three of so-called aides in his employ who were
officially assigned to do some minor work for the organisation but whose main task
was to take care of the boss, namely him. They were his stress relievers. One of
the three frequently was part of his entourage when he was on his business trips.
These special aides were not permanent but on contract. From time to time they
would be replaced by newer ones but they were all always handsomely paid at the end
of their contracts. Of the current lot, Shilpa was Jayakar’s favourite. She was
especially skilled in the arts of pleasing a man.

“How does this feel sir,” Shilpa asked with a smile as her fingers pulled and
kneaded the muscles on his thighs.

“That feels good Shilpa but go higher,” he said dreamily.

Shilpa nodded but she didn’t hurriedly do what her boss told her to do. She knew
from experience what would make him enjoy more. She rubbed a long line on his inner
thighs with her thumbs applying a bit more pressure now. Jayakar felt the pleasant
pain that comes when pressure is applied to tired muscles. She worked on his
muscles for a few minutes progressively going higher and higher up his legs, going
towards his groin. As she had to reach further up she had to get up on her
haunches. When she did that Jayakar had an eyeful of her 34 B sized breasts
dangling temptingly in front of him. He had played with those ripe but firm fruits
many, many times. She leaned a little more forward as the palm of her right end
went under his balls to cup them. The tips of her fingers gently scratched the
sensitive extension that started right after the scrotum. With her other hand she
squeezed and rubbed the foreskin of his now erect penis with her thumb. Jayakar let
out a big sigh of contentment.

“Aaahhhh ….. you do that so well Shilpa, nobody can do that better than you?”
Jayakar genuinely meant what he said.

What he didn’t know was that his close business associate’s son Prakash would
strongly disagree with him. For Prakash the one worthy of that praise would be
Jayakar’s own wife Mounika. She had done the very same thing with Prakash’s cock
just a few hours ago that Shipla now did with Jayakars. Jayakar slid down further
in the water and raised his hips slightly. Just the head of his penis poked out
from under the water. Now Shilpa did another thing that Mounika had done for her
lover. She bent her head down and swallowed the head of Jayakars cock.

“Suck baby, suck,” Jayakar said not knowing that someone else had just a few hours
ago uttered the same thing to his wife of twenty-eight years.
Shilpa sucked using all the skill she had acquired in her young life. She did that
so well that there wasn’t any difference in the fabulous pleasure given between
someone like her doing it for duty and someone like Mounika doing it because of
lust. Shilpa’s face would go in and out of the water as she took more of her boss’s
cock into her mouth. Jayakar just squeezed and rubbed her tits as she blew him.
After a few minutes Jayakar wanted a different kind of pleasure.

“Come Shilpa I want your pussy now.”

Obediently Shilpa sat with her thighs over Jayakar’s and moving her groin close to
his. She held her boss’s cock and rubbed it on her slit. She had become a little
aroused and a little wet by her foreplay with her boss but she had already applied
a little lubricant to her vagina to help smoothen the penetration. She moved her
hip a little forward and her cunt swallowed the head of his cock. Jayakar just
leaned back and relaxed as Shilpa did all the work. Shilpa slowly started moving
her hip back and forth fucking her boss.

“Sssss … nng.. nng…,” she moaned more for her boss’s pleasure than her own.

Meanwhile after a long relaxing bath Mounika was lying in her bed smiling as she
read the messages from her lover. Though they only had fucked once that day he had
still exhausted her. Should I get additional energy supplements to cope with the
vigorous love making of my young lover she mused half in jest.

“Why didn’t you,” she typed back to his message saying, “I should have shot my load
into your pussy.”

There was a pause before he answered. “I wanted to but we must enjoy first before I
make your stomach swell.”

She laughed out loud reading this message. She imagined how it would be if she were
to be walking around with a big stomach now at this age. Her friends would rib her
mercilessly. Maybe Jayakar can go around feeling a bit proud that he was capable of
this at this age. But only she would know who was responsible for her condition. At
forty-eight years she had reached the age when menopause can start at any time but
it had not happened yet and she was still fertile. Maybe her husband’s weaker
discharge at his age may not get her pregnant immediately but her youthful lovers
copious release and the potency of his discharge would certainly do that. Though
she would love to have her young lover’s child as a gift of love for his passion
for her, it would be dangerous. It would raise many people suspicions possibly her
husbands too. If ever a DNA test was done on the child she would be in an awful lot
of trouble. If any suspicion is aroused her husband would most probably do such a
test. He wouldn’t want someone else’s progeny become part heir to his wealth.

“No way darling .. I’m on the pill.”

He sent an emoji with a sad face. She smiled on seeing this. She wondered what if
things had been different and she had embarked on an affair about fourteen or
fifteen years ago, would she have fulfilled her lovers wish then? She would never
know. She had never thought of straying at that time though there were
opportunities and temptations. There were many approaches made to her, some from
quite handsome men too but she rejected all the approaches. But why now, at this
age did she give in to a seducer, that too to someone so young. Maybe she felt life
is passing her by and there would always be regret within her that she had missed
living life fully. Or maybe there had finally been a man who she was naturally so
attracted to that he could breech through all her defences. With a smile she
continued to chat with the new love of her life.
ACP Dharana and Inspector Vajendra were looking at the nervous guard standing in
front of the huge gate.

“Is Mrs Premavati in? Tell her we want to talk to her,” Vajendra said gruffly.

The guard used the phone at the gate to call the main house and informed about the
situation there. After a short while a lady came out on the upper balcony of the
house and peered out at them. After a few moments she went back inside. The guard
received instructions to let the both of them inside.

“That must have been Premavati sir,” Vajendra stated the obvious to his boss.

They were led into a big, expensively furbished living room. To call it a living
room would be wrong it was almost like a hall.

“Please sit sir,” a servant said indicating the sofa,” madam will be coming
shortly.”

“Wow, what a place sir,” Vajendra whispered to Dharana in awe.

Dharana looked at the impressive place and smiled as he replied,” Your salary and
my salary put together for the next thirty years won’t enable us to buy a place
like this.”

“Exactly sir, when your husband can provide you luxury like this then why would a
woman like Premavati want to fuck around.”

Then realising what he had said Vajendra apologised,” Sorry for the language sir.”

“It’s okay Vajendra, I understand. You know the proverb, ‘an idle mind is the
devil’s workshop. Well their husbands have no time and their wives like in this
case have too much time.”

They both stopped their conversation as Premavati came down the stairs. She was an
attractive woman who looked around the early to mid-thirties. They were to learn
later that she was actually thirty-eight. She had a t-shirt and jeans on. Even in
the confines of her own home she had full make up on as if she was out in public.

“Yes Inspector, what can I do for you?” she said as she walked up to them. She had
the confidant arrogance that the truly rich and powerful had. She was not at all
intimidated by the presence of two security officer officers in her home.

They had both got up to greet her. Vajendra bridled internally both at her tone and
the way she addressed them.

“I am Inspector Vajendra but this is Assistant Commissioner of security officer

Dharana,” he said emphasising Assistant Commissioner as though that should impress
her.

“Oh, I see,” she said nonchalantly, she was in no way impressed,” sit down,” she
said as she sat opposite to them and crossed her legs.

Dharana noted that she used the dismissive term ‘sit down’ instead of the more
polite ‘please have a seat’. As far as Dharana was concerned he was not bothered in
the least about this nor was he going to be intimidated by this show of power.
Premavati who was noting the both of them realised that Dharana was the type that
had to be dealt with cautiously.

“Tell me then, what is this all about,” she asked again. She was not flustered by
their presence because in her mind she had not done anything wrong so why should
she fear these low-level security officer officers. For her even an ACP was a low-
level officer. She had even seen Deputy Commissioners get up for her husband.

“Madam, do you own this place,” Vajendra asked giving the details of her cottage.

“Why do you ask?” Premavati said not answering their question but asking one of her
own.

“Just answer madam, is that so?” Dharana asked though from the registration of the
property they already knew the answer.

Premavati thought for a while. If they had traced her here it was likely they
already knew the answer. “I think you already know then why ask that?” she said
continuing to be stubborn.

Dharana sighed. Dealing with this type of people with a highly inflated opinion of
themselves was always a pain in the ass. “I know madam but we have to be on record
as having confirmed this through our investigations,” he indicated Vajendra who
sitting with note book and pen to record what had been answered.

“Am I being under investigation? What for??” She said in indignation.

“No madam this is in relation to an investigation and we believe you can provide
some information on it,” he replied politely.

“Me?” the puzzlement on her face was evident for both of them to see. “What
investigation is that?”

Dharana and Vajendra had a quick look at each other. Each knew what was on the
others mind. Vinod’s murder had been in the news for a few days now. If Vinod was
her secret lover and had she been with Vinod on that day in the cottage then she
would know why they were here and she would have displayed some nervousness at
least. But she was completely at ease and seemed genuinely puzzled as to their
presence here. Again, when they asked her about the cottage she did not seem to be
flustered. If Vinod had been with her in that cottage then she would definitely be
nervous when they question her about the cottage. Were they on the right track?
This doubt came to both of them.

Dharana decided to be direct. “This is regarding the murder of notorious criminal

suspect Vinod.” After saying this both of them watched her face keenly to see her
reaction. There was only puzzlement on her face.

“Vinod? … Vinod?? … hmmm I seem to have heard that somewhere ….,” she mused. Her
face suddenly cleared up. “Oh yes, that was in the news recently wasn’t it? What
has that got to do with me?”

Either they got it completely wrong and she had nothing to do with Vinod or she was
a fantastic actress. Dharana decided on the next tack. “We believe he was in your
cottage the day he was killed.”

This time there was genuine shock on her face not because she had been found out
but because this was something she was totally unaware of. “Whaat??? This is
unbelievable, what the hell are you saying?” Premavati who had been sitting
relaxed, leaning back on her chair suddenly sat up.

Dharana and Vajendra realised then itself that Premavati had no connection with the
murdered Vinod. “Madam, isn’t the cottage yours?” asked Vajendra.
Now in the mental turmoil state Premavati answered the question instead of being
evasive like earlier. “Yes .. but I don’t know who this Vinod person is.”

“Madam, you have this huge house but why do you have that cottage there? We know
you frequent that place once or twice a week.” Seeing her face turn to outrage he
quickly continued. “Your servants have already confirmed this?”

She had been about to give vent to her outrage but his words stifled her
indignation. She was nonplussed as to what to say. She did not know how much or
what her servants had revealed. Ramu had not contacted her and briefed her on what
had happened. He is going to feel the brunt of my fury when I get to him she said
to herself. She was still defiant though.

“I don’t see how it could be any of your business,” she said bitingly looking at
him angrily trying to cower down him.

This was where Dharana showed he was made of sterner stuff. He was not going to be
browbeaten by her wealth, influence or whatever. “When it involves a murder
investigation everything is our business,” he said quietly but firmly.

She hesitated not sure how to respond then after a few moments of thought answered.
“I go there for my own needs, my relaxation. There is no law against that is
there?”

What she said was the truth. She went there for her needs and to relax. What she
failed to elaborate was those needs were her sexual needs and the relaxation she
got was her needs being fulfilled through enjoyable sex.

Dharana could figure out that she didn’t know Vinod therefore it was impossible
that she was with him. Yet it seemed likely that Vinod had been there just before
he met his death. Another thought struck him, this maybe it he said to himself.

“Besides yourself, does anyone else go there? Do you allow anyone else to use the
place?”

The sudden hesitation the startled look on her face told him he had got it right.
Premavati was cursing her friend Lekha in her mind. She had let her use the place.
It had thrilled her that Lekha too was sleeping around like her. It had felt like
they were co conspirators who had gone one up on their husbands. Whenever she met
and spoke to Lekha’s husband she would smile sweetly and engage him in chatter but
he did not know the reason for her smile as she spoke to him was her derision that
he was a fool.

“You dope, while you’re busy another man is shoving his cock into your wife. How
she would be belittling you as her lover fucked her,” she would think in delight
while speaking to him.

She thought this as this was exactly how she poured scorn on her husband as she
fornicated with her lovers. She realised that not only it made her more horny when
she did this, it also inspired her lovers to fuck her with more gusto. She had a
few lovers on a string. She like the athletic type. Especially one with more brawn
than brains, after all she wanted them to quench her lust not engage in
intellectual conversations with her. Her ‘type’ were the senior college guys or
junior executives. She also liked it if they were also well equipped but that was
not an essential requirement. In her promiscuous lifestyle since she had become
sexually active she had known of many men well equipped but poor lovers. Either
they though that their big pricks were sufficient for a woman and did not care to
see to their lovers needs or only caused more hurt than joy. Also, there was no
rule that a big cock does not suffer from premature ejaculations. There were also
many averaged sized men who were very skilled lovers and who provided immense
pleasure to their partners. She was attractive enough to have a few young and
handsome lovers to call upon. She had no need for call boys. Along the way some of
her lovers lose interest, get married or move away but ready replacements were not
so difficult to find. But this stupid cow Lekha had chosen to start an affair with
a criminal. No matter how good the sex could be it was not worth the while to be
associated with goons like that.
Dharana could see that Premavati’s mind was contemplating something. He had to move
that along and make her relent and tell them what they wanted to know. “We, have
many ways of finding out. Through tracing phonecalls, messages and other means.”

They could actually do that but it would eat up more time that they did not want to
lose. They could see who Vinod had been in contact with through his phone records
and then see who was in that list who also was in contact with Premavati.

“We do not think whoever was in contact with him that day had anything to do with
his murder. We just need to find out if the victim had inadvertently revealed
anything about himself to his lover. We need to ask some questions, that’s all,”
Dharana continued reassuringly.

Premavati still hesitated. Dharana decided he had to push her some more. “If need
be we can expand our circle of questioning … including your husband.”

I helped out the bitch when she needed a place to fuck with her lover without any
problems but now she has got me into problems Premavati thought to herself angrily.
Has she no brains as to what type of safe love to choose? Okay I have no choice now
if I don’t what to get into trouble with my husband. I have been putting horns on
him without his knowledge. If he gets to know that I don’t know what he will do, I
hate to think of that,” she decided.

“Yes, my friend also uses the place sometimes,” Premavati was indirectly admitting
that she and her friend had been sluts, making out with their lovers secretly in
the cottage. It made her feel embarrassed and ashamed to be admitting this to
strangers. She cursed her friend some more in her mind.

“Who is that?” Both Dharana and Vajendra looked at her expectantly.

“My friend Lekha … Lekhashree.”

“Who is she?”

“She is the wife of Rakesh. Youth wing president of … “ Premavati hesitated some
more before mentioning the name of the political party.

Dharana and Vajendra looked at each other. This was getting complicated.

Episode 10

Jayakar looked at head of Shilpa bobbing up and down as she sucked on his cock. She
had been at it for about ten minutes now. They were not in the Jacuzzi anymore. He
was on his bed with Shilpa on her knees at his side with her face over his groin.
She knew very well how to please him and get his penis to get to full erection. She
had to continuously pleasure him to get him to that state. Jayakar now into his
fifties was no longer able to get that instant reaction that he was able to when he
was younger. For that matter even into his very late forties all it needed for him
to get an erection was the mere touch of a woman’s fingers now it needed a bit more
of foreplay before it happened. Recently he had been told by his doctor that there
are signs of onset of diabetes. For now, he had been told to exercise and watch his
diet but medical intervention may be needed in the not too distant future. Well if
that happened he may suffer from erectile dysfunction by the time he reached sixty
he worried but then there is always Sildenafil (Viagra) or Tadalafil (Cialis) he
consoled himself. Anyway, when he is well into his sixties sex may not have that
importance anymore but for now he was enjoying the attentions of his nubile
assistant.

Shilpa had expertly, sucked, teased his cock with her tongue, taken his balls into
her mouth and had gently sucked it while she stroked her boss’s prick. Her
fingertips had teased all the sensitive spots around his groin so much so that now
after ten minutes his cock had become rock hard. She knew she had to keep the
stimulations going because sustaining the erection for a long time may be difficult
for her boss at this age. She now took the lubricant and generously applied it over
his cock and started stroking it while doing so. The soft flesh of her fingers and
palm and the sticky smoothness of the lubricant made it more pleasurable for
Jayakar. She took his wet cock and held it between her breasts, squeezed and let
his shaft ride up and down her tightly held flesh. She smiled sexily at her boss.

“Does that feel good?”

“mm…,” was his reply.

Jayakar looked at his assistant’s breasts. They were slightly smaller than his
wife’s breasts but they were firm yet oh so soft. She moved her body up and down
fast sustaining the pleasure carousing through Jayakar’s body. Her slim waist and
the broad flaring of her buttocks were an attractive sight that he could not
resist. He reached out and caressed the rounded flesh of her buttock and then gave
a stinging slap on it. Shilpa flinched slightly but didn’t lose a beat in breast
fucking her boss. The slap had immediately caused her fair skin to redden at that
area. He caressed that place for a while before giving another stinging slap on it.
This time Shilpa did not cry out in pain but rather she moaned softly. Jayakar
grinned, he knew his beautiful aide enjoys it. He shoved his middle finger into her
cunt and felt her wetness confirming he was right.

“Want me to do it again?” he asked with a laugh.

“Yes .. yes … beat me,” she implored.

Jayakar smiled as he now turned his attention to her other globe. He squeezed it
and found the flesh to be quite firm. He knew this was because of the regular
exercises she did to keep her figure curvy. This time he gave her two slaps one
after the other.

“Ohh… ohh….” She moaned loudly.

Jayakar saw that Shilpa had her eyes closed enjoying what he was doing. He could
not do this to his wife Mounika, she would probably become annoyed and would have
scolded him. She didn’t like rough or vigorous sex. He had to be gentler with her.
Little did he know that just a n hour or two before his wife had enjoyed from her
lover the very same thing he had done to his assistant. More than that her youthful
lover had pounded her pussy with his thick cock showing none of the gentleness that
he thought his wife should be treated with. What would have surprised him was the
way his wife reciprocated. She pushed her hips up with equal vigour to meet his
every poke. There was little indication of gentleness in her unrestrained frenzy as
she fornicated with her adulterous lover. Now and here Jayakar thrust two of his
fingers in Shilpa’s pussy without any ceremony and fingerfucked her. Shilpa was in
the mood for more, without waiting for her boss’s say so she quickly straddled his
waist and took in his cock in one shove.
She humped him with a wildness Jayakar enjoyed. “Fuck me … fuck me hard..”

“Shilpa .. you are fucking me,” Jayakar laughed as he admired her bouncing breasts.

Seeing him looking at her breasts Shilpa took them in her hands and kneaded them as
she bounced on his body. Even though it was her job it did not mean that she should
not enjoy the sex. Truth was the sex with her boss was enjoyable most of the time.
Even though they were there to serve his needs he treated them well and never
belittled them in anyway. After about five minutes of this it was Shilpa who had
her orgasm first. As she recovered from the peak she looked at her boss fondly.

“I know how to make you come,” she said as she reached for the tube of lubricant.
She applied some to his already greasy cock, greasy from her liquid, and applied it
on his shaft. She applied a generous amount to her arse hole. She half squatted
over his groin and placed the bulbous tip of his cock on her bottom opening. It
pressed against the puckered tight hole. She applied a bit of downward pressure as
she held his stem in her fingers. Jayakar watched her face grimace in a little
pain. Although he had fucked Shilpa’s butt hole many times and she too enjoyed this
type of sex she would nevertheless feel a little pain at first as his cockhead
stretched and entered.

“Are you okay? Are you ready?” he asked her showing his usual concern.
Shilpa with a bashful smile nodded yes. She now slowly sat on him putting her full
weight on him. His cock slid in fully into her. Her tight butt hole gave him more
pleasure as she moved her hip up and down. This was another thing he could never
ask his wife. Even after twenty-eight years of marriage his wife was still had a
virgin butt hole. Seeing his wife Mounika’s shapely buttocks he had been tempted
many times to ask her for that sex but somehow he thought that it was something she
would never agree to. For the next several minutes the room was filled with
Shilpa’s moans and Jayakar’s grunts till he finally shot his load into her.

When Jayakar reached home around eight in the evening Mounika was waiting for him.
She greeted him with a sweet smile.

“How was your day? Something important must have turned up for you cut short your
trip,” Mounika said as they walked to their dining hall.

“Yes, I had to be here to settle that.” Jayakar knew his wife would never and had
never probed him about his business matters. It was just her way of showing
concern.

“Is everything okay now?” she asked to which he just nodded with a smile.

“Where are Poorvith and Sandya?” he asked about his son and daughter.

“They are in their rooms.”

“Have they had their dinner yet?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Then get them to come down. Since I am here at least it would be an opportunity to
have dinner as a family,” Jayakar told his wife.

Mounika told one of the servants to get them both down for dinner. “Tell them their
father wants them here,” she finished.

A little later they were all seated as the servants were serving their food there
was a little chit chat going on. It was mostly Jayakar talking and the others
answering.

“By the way, how was your day today, did you enjoy your outing?” Jayakar asked his
wife.

Mounika’s heart jerked in a bit of fear. Did he suspect anything. She saw her
husband’s face. He seemed to be perfectly relaxed and normal. She felt a bit of
relief. So, this is how an adulteress going to feel, always in consternation that
her affair had been found out she thought to herself. Since it looked like her
husband was totally in the dark about her sexual adventure today she had this
desire to let him know how her emotions were this day.

“Oh, it was wonderful, I had a great time,” she said thinking of the tremendously
delicious fuck she had.

Jayakar grinned at his wife. “Nothing makes you women happier than shopping.”

“Oh, there is, there is something else that has made me more happy than I have ever
been in my life,” she thought to herself.

“And that Divya, she must be the worlds number one shopper. You two surely must
have had a good time, it shows in your face,” he continued.

Hearing this Sandhya suddenly looked up sharply from fiddling with her food. What
was his dad atalking about? Her mom and aunty Divya had gone shopping together?
But she had seen aunty Divya come out from the beauty parlour and get into her car.
Her driver was there waiting for her and the car went in the direction of her home.
Was her mother lying to her father? Had she actually met up with aunty Divya later?
Somehow she suspected it was not so. She looked at her mother’s face, yes her dad
was right. She did look very happy but there was more to it. There seemed to be a
glow, a certain contentment in that look. This look seemed familiar but she
couldn’t quite place it. Then it came to her all in a rush. She had seen the same
glow, the same look when she had seen herself in the mirror … after having a
particularly satisfying sexual mating with her boyfriend. She looked at her mum
again. Who was the cause for that glow, who was her boyfriend? Sandhya felt her
cunt starting to ooze in thinking that her mum had been fucking someone else while
her father was busy doing whatever he was doing. Whoever the bastard was he was one
lucky bastard. Even she was jealous of her mom’s beauty.

“Poorvith, I need to talk to you,” Jayakar told his son as they finished dinner.

“Sure dad, where shall we talk? In your office?”

“Yep, follow me,” Jayakar said as he walked away. He had a room set up as an office
for him in the house.

In her room an aroused Sandhya sent out a message to Rakesh. “I’ll come to your
apartment tomorrow by eleven in the morning.” He would know the meaning of that. It
was a signal she wanted to have sex.

When Jayakar came back to his room at around ten in the night Mounika was already
in bed but she wasn’t asleep yet though she did feel sleepy after the romp with
Prakash that day. She worried that her husband would ask her for sex. He usually
did that once or very rarely twice whenever he was not on his trips. Normally
Mounika looked forward to that. Those were the times she got her sexual
satisfaction but today she was not in that mood. She had been taken to several
peaks of pleasure the intensity of which she had not experienced before. Also,
there was a sensitiveness in her pussy and she needed some rest. Jayakar laid down
beside his wife hoping she did not expect sex from him today. Shilpa had milked
every bit of his life fluid. Today had been a particularly good fuck session. He
would take care of Mounika tomorrow. Both husband and wife were glad that they did
not disturb each other and they went into a deep slumber happily.

Dharana and Vajendra left Premavati’s home and were driving back when Dharana’s
phone rang. The name of the caller displayed was Lekha. He had just a short while
ago saved it after he obtained the number from Premavati. She must have called
Lekha to warn her as soon as we had left. He didn’t mind that, he would be able to
dispense with the formalities and go straight to the crux of the matter.

“Yes, hello.”

“Is this Assistant Commissioner Dharana,” an anxious female voice asked.

“Yes, is that Mrs. Lekhashree?” Dharana asked in return though knowing it was so.

“Yes, ACP sir, please I would like to ask you a favour, please don’t come to my
home now.”

“Why not? We are on the way there now.”

“Please I beg you, I will meet you at ten in the morning tomorrow. I will meet you
wherever you want and tell you whatever you want to know … all that I know.”

“Why not now, in your house?”

“My husband is home, I’ll get into big trouble … please, please help me in this,”
her voice sounded desperate.

The phone was on speaker and Vajendra had also been listening to the conversation.
Vajendra watched his boss as his boss pondered on what to do. Coming to a decision
he said,” okay, we’ll meet at ten am in my office.”

“One more favour sir, can we not meet at your office. I’ll meet you somewhere
else .. not my home,” she quickly added.

When Dharana had asked where, she suggested a posh hotel that was both a public
place but at the time afforded privacy. After agreeing to it he cut the phone.

“A few hours more is not going to make much of a difference. Meanwhile get our
cyber crime section to get the details of the phone conversations between Lekha and
Vinod. The number of calls, what they spoke of. Also, all text messages between
them,” he told Vajendra.

“Will get on it straightaway. She sounded frightened sir. Well she deserves that
for her infidelity.” Vajendra strongly abhorred the socially immoral behaviour of
woman that his middleclass upbringing had ingrained into him.

With trembling hands Lekha put down the phone. Her husband was still downstairs
with a few of his party supporters. Ever since she had seen and read about Vinod’s
death she had been under extreme anxiety. Now she regretted having started an
affair with someone like him who was involved in criminal activities. She had
sleepless nights thinking if the security officer would ever connect her with him.
Now if this comes out and splashed all over the media her husband’s political
career would be ruined just as it was about to bloom. Her husband may even forgive
her sexual aberration as something done one time in a moment of weakness but he
would never forgive her for ruining his political career. He would probably disown
her. Vinod had been killed soon after he left her after their last sexual tryst in
the cottage. If that was found out and it was traced back to Prema (Premavati) she
would get terribly angry with her for dragging her into this. True enough
everything she feared turned out to happen. She had just been given a verbal
shellacking by Prema before she had warned her of the situation and the two
security officer officers. She did not blame Prema for revealing her details to the
security officer. When they had come this close then it wouldn’t have been long
before they traced her.

“How can you have been so stupid, fucking around with a criminal like that,” Prema
had shouted,” If your cunt had been so itchy all you had to do was ask me, I would
have sent one of the guys I know.”

How could Prema ever know she thought to herself. How could she ever know the
heights of bliss that Vinod had taken her two. None of the boys in Prema’s string
could ever match the raw sexuality of Vinoth. Premavati was talking about being
rammed by stags but she had been fucking with a lion. The danger exuded by him was
also the reason he was so sexually attractive to her. In the days that he had taken
her he had never disappointed her in anyway. He dominated her sexually but being
his sex slave in those times was what had given her so much of rapturous delight.
Is it that deep down women actually desired to be subjugated by a dominant man when
it comes to sex? Maybe it has been deeply ingrained in our DNA. In the animal
kingdom this dominance by an alpha male is so evident. Even all the other males
accept this dominance by the alpha male though other males always aspire to replace
it. It is only when a younger and stronger male come and defeats the dominant male
than it takes over the role. Humans have been conditioned by social norms of
behaviour that had set out rules accepted by society. Now and then however this
ingrained behaviour in the DNA takes prominence and we see the concept of cuckoldry
gaining greater acceptance. The ultimate acceptance of the submissive male is this
law in nature that only the strongest is entitled to breed.

Now with all this trouble that was brewing she debated with herself once again
whether it was worth it to have had that affair with Vinod. She could easily recall
the excitement he had evoked in her every time she saw him. He had dominated her
thoughts. Even when she made love to her husband she could not help herself from
replacing her husband with him in her imagination. Thinking of him had never failed
to arouse her, to cause her pussy to automatically ooze. As days passed to months,
her craving for Vinod only became greater. The fantasy that sex with him would mind
blowing took strong hold in her imagination. Her prudence told her that getting
involved with him may lead to grave consequences but at that time her lust had
overriding power over her mind. If Vinod had not shown interest himself then it was
likely that getting involved with him would have just remained a fantasy for her.
She could never have initiated the first move. But he too had wanted her. He was
the one who had made the first move. It then became so easy for her to succumb to
him.

The very first time in his car when she saw that thing he had between his legs she
had been both fascinated and a little fearful. He had looked on in amusement at her
expression as she held it in her hand for the first time. That he had done that the
very first time they had a chance to be alone showed his confidence in making a
woman do what he wanted. It also showed he knew exactly what she wanted from him.
She had pumped her fist holding on to the hard cock, her breathing becoming rapid
revealing her excitement. She saw the sac below the shaft, they seem to be heavy
with its filling. He was strong, well hung and looking at his balls seemingly
potent. All the qualities of an alpha male. He knew what he wanted and had no
inhibitions in asking for it. He had the arrogance that all his females would
fulfil his wishes without any resistance. All he had do was nudge her head down a
little and she complied by taking his cock in her mouth on the very first day. This
was in contrast to her behaviour after her wedding. It was only after a couple of
months later and after much cajoling from her legally wedded husband that she
consented to suck his cock. She had to suck on his cock for a long time, almost
twenty minutes before he shot his sperms into her mouth. He had held her head and
did not let go till she had swallowed all of his jism.

He had been fair though on his part, he had fingered her while chewing on her
breasts till she too had her orgasm. After that day they had sex in the confines of
both his car and hers. Though the sex was great she needed more. She needed to
sprawl all over the bed with him. That was when Premavati had come to her aid.
Vinod had taken her third orifice, after her mouth and her pussy, only in that love
nest. She lost her anal virginity to him in that place and because of his large
phallus she had difficulty walking freely for almost two days. Thinking back now
was it worth it. It seemed at that time she could make any sacrifices to be
engulfed in that bliss but reflecting on it now it didn’t seem so.

When Poorvith went back to his room he immediately dialled for his girlfriend. She
picked up on the first ring as if she had been waiting for his call.

“Hello darling, sorry I was late to call you,” Poorvith apologised.

“I was wondering what happened to you when you didn’t call at your usual time,” his
girlfriend Neela spoke from the other end.

He could see from her tone that she was not annoyed. This wasn’t a surprise to him.
She wasn’t the type to always demand attention or throw tantrums at the slightest
whim. That’s what he loved about her. Her equanimity, her inherent good nature and
the kindness and respect she shows to people. All these traits were not common
among his circle of friends.

“My dad wanted to discuss somethings with me.” Neela was aware that Poorvith was
being prepared to play an important role in his father’s business empire and these
types of discussions were regular between father and son.

“Looks like today was a long one.” Neela meant about the time taken today.

“Yes, he had to cut short his overseas trip. You know the guy who was murdered
recently, Vinod, who is suspected to be strongly connected to the underworld?”

There was no response from Neela for whom all this was a blank. Noting this
Poorvith continued,” It’s been all over the media a few days ago, remember.”

Now Neela was able to recall. “Ah yes, I remember now. What has that got to do with
your father?”

“Well he was the main man who was deputed from the company my dad hired to do the
clearing and ground work for our upcoming mega factory project.”

There was again silence from her end before she spoke,” And how many people had
been forcibly vacated against their will?”

“Now Neela please don’t start again. Our company gives fair compensation, in fact
more than fair value for the land occupants who were in actual fact illegal
occupants of the government land we purchased.”

“Then why do you need the services of this type of company with criminal
connections to do your work for them.”

“Not all rich people bad and all poor people good Neela. Most were very happy to
get the compensation there were just three to four people who sought to take
advantage tried to be a nuisance. Even they were given good money.”
Neela always had these misgivings about this aspect of Poorvith’s family business.
She was from the slightly upper middle-class family and for this reason she had
constantly rejected the love proposal of Poorvith though she liked him very much on
a personal level. He was the one who had seen her somewhere had been instantly
attracted to her and had taken the trouble to find out all the details about her.
Even after they had become friends she would reject him whenever he professed his
love for her.

“Look Poorvith, you and I are worlds apart, your family would never accept someone
like me as the daughter in law,” She would say as she rejected his proposal for the
umpteenth time. Truth was she too was attracted to him not only for his looks but
also as she noted his character and behaviour especially how he treated people so
much below his social status.

“Leave that to me. My parents won’t be in the way. If need be I am qualified enough
to get a very good job elsewhere if needed and I can take good care of you,” he
would persist in reply.

Over time the care he showed her, the obvious love he had for her completely won
her over. It has been almost a year since she accepted his love yet even during
this time he had never tried to take too much advantage of her body. There had been
kisses, some light foreplay as is common among lovers but he had never insisted or
demanded to have sex with her. He himself would say that there was a whole life
together ahead for them for all that. He was very much different from a rich brat.
That is why she loved him all the more.

“Neela remember when I take over no one in the organisation or anyone outside the
organisation will be taken advantage of.” Changing the subject, he asked,” How was
your day in the hospital?”

Neela after completing her studies in a government medical college was now into her
house surgency year. “The usual, government hospitals are always busy.”

“The patients in your ward must have been very happy that an angel was taking care
of them.” She could make out he was smiling from the tone of his voice.

“Now don’t try to sweet talk me okay you are not getting anything.” She replied
with a broad smile on her face.

“Not even a kiss?”

“hmm hum, no.”

Their conversation went on for sometime till she said,” I’ve got to go, I think my
brother’s back.”

Neela greeted her tired looking brother. “Been that kind of a day hum,” she asked
him with a pleasant smile. He brightened up seeing the smile on her face.

“Yeah, we had a lot to do this day, my boss and I.”

“Who’s the new boss you report to I forgot.”

“He is Asst. Commissioner Dharana,” said Vajendra,” we have this murder case of a
criminal called Vinod that we have to solve.”

Neela tried hide the shock and dismay on her face when she heard this but Vajendra
had noticed.
“Why Neela, what’s the matter?”.

“No, I was just worried about these types of criminal cases, especially involving
notorious criminal, you be careful,” she managed to hide the reason for her
reaction.

“Don’t you worry. I have seen many cases like this in my career.”

Neela was Vajendra’s half-sister. His father had married Neela’s mother after the
death of his own mother. That is why there was a fourteen years gap between them
but he nevertheless loved her just as much as if she had been born to his own
mother.

Episode 11

The next day Dharana and Vajendra reached the scheduled meeting place ten minutes
early but not to their surprise Lekha was already there waiting for them. It
indicated how nervous she was and how she wanted to get this out of the way.
Dharana and Vajendra had researched fully about Rakesh and Lekha’s background. They
could guess about their political ambitions and the bright prospect that Rakesh had
in politics. Though it complicated the matter with politics too being involved in
the murder, it could also in a way be beneficial for them. If as expected Rakesh’s
party comes to power under the coalition and he becomes a state minister they would
have a hold on him and won’t have to entertain any political interference in any
security officer matters in their jurisdiction. If it became public knowledge that
the minister’s wife had been involved in a adulterous affair with another man, that
too a criminal, the minister would not only have to resign from his post but he
would probably be thrown out of the party. He would be mercilessly trolled on
social media. With the pain and humiliation, he would have to undergo his political
career would be ruined.

They both appraised the nervous woman sitting and waiting for them. She was not
overly beautiful but was attractive enough. She had more of sex appeal than what
you would call beauty. The type you would rather have sexual intercourse with
rather than marry her. She was probably at the age when her sex drive is at its
strongest and hence this indiscretion that has let to all this trouble. They were
not interested in her sexual preferences or sexual lifestyle, all they wanted to
know was what she could tell about Vinod. Her eyes darted up at them as they
approached her. The fear in them could be clearly read. She was thankful that they
were in plain clothes and not in uniform. That would at least not draw much
attention to them she figured. Though the way they walk, posture and haircut would
make the more observant among the people guess as to their profession. She got up
to greet them something she had probably never done for people whom she considered
to be below her station. They smiled at her pleasantly trying to put her at ease.
It didn’t seem intimidation was necessary in this instance. She seemed ready to be
very cooperative therefore she being less nervous would allow her to be clear in
her mind and would help in her giving all the information she knew about Vinod.

“Please, sit down madam,” Dharana told her as he and Vajendra sat down at the
table.

They could see that her hands were slightly trembling as she sat down. She seemed
to be having some difficulty in breathing too because of her fear. “Relax madam we
just want to ask you a few things, as long as you fully cooperate there is no need
to worry about anything.” Dharana spoke reassuringly to her.

“By the way, I am Assistant Commissioner of security officer Dharana and this is
Inspector Vajendra. I am talking to Mrs. Lekhashree am I not?”
She gave a timid smile and said,” Yes I’m Lekha. Sorry I’m like this, it’s just
that I’m not used to this. I’ve never had anything to do with the security officer
before.”

“But you had no trouble sleeping around with a criminal behind your husband’s
back,” Vajendra said disdainfully to himself but his facial expressions did not
betray his thoughts.

Dharana got to the point straightaway. “We have got confirmation from Madam
Premavathi that you had her permission to use her cottage and that you had used it
on the fourteenth of this month, am I correct in saying this?”

Lekha remembered that date very well because that was the last time she and Vinod
had fucked. Even now in her mind she couldn’t refer to their mating as having made
love because that was not what they did instead it was raw animalistic fucking.
These two strange men were asking her to admit that she was fucking around in her
marriage. “Yes,” her voice was even more timid then the smile that was on her face
a few moments ago.

“Were you alone in the cottage?” Dharana continued keenly looking at her.

She looked at his face then add Vajendra who was quickly taking down notes. She
couldn’t look at their eyes and hung her head down in shame.

“Where you alone or was anyone there with you?” Dharana repeated the question.

“Vinod,” her answer was almost inaudible.

“What? Come again?”

“I was with Vinod.” This time her voice was a little louder.

“You are saying you were with this person called Vinod, am I correct?” Dharana
wanted to be no ambiguity in her answer.

“Yes.” Lekha looked up at them with difficulty as she answered them.

“What is his full name?”

Lekha face revealed her ignorance of that. “I don’t know. I only know him as
Vinod.”

“She has been sleeping around with someone without even knowing his full name, what
a shameless slut,” Vajendra once more thought to himself.

Dharana nodded to Vajendra who took out a photo from the file he had and showed it
to Lekha. “Can you confirm if this is that man?”

This was a photo of him taken when he was under security officer surveillance. They
couldn’t show her the photo taken at morgue as his face had been battered beyond
recognition. Lekha hesitantly glanced at the photo shoved in front of her. Yes, it
was him. It was the photo of her ruggedly handsome dead lover.

“Yes, that’s Vinod,” she said as she quickly averted her eyes from the photo.

“May I ask, what was your relationship with him?” Dharana saw her face turning red
with embarrassment. She being a fair woman that could easily be noticed. “Even a
bitch like her has the grace to feel shame,” Vajendra laughed to himself on seeing
her reaction.

“I know it is difficult madam but you need to answer our questions.” Dharana was
more sympathetic and kinder to her than what Vajendra would have been. It showed in
the tone of his voice.

Lekha responded to that kindness. “Please told think very badly of me,” she looked
at Dharana with pleading eyes. “I was having an affair with him.”

“Sorry that I have to be clarify about this madam but by affair did you mean that
you were having a sexual affair with this said Vinod?”

“Yes,” again the monosyllabic reply from her.

“Okay, can you tell us what happened between you in the cottage that day?”

Now Lekha showed a bit of spirit. “Look Commissioner is this really necessary? I
already told you that he was my lover.”

This upstart in anger has to be dealt with immediately. Can’t let her take the
upper hand in anyway, Dharana decided. “Look madam, this is a murder
investigation, we have to establish everything with certainty. We can’t assume
anything. We are not asking questioned just because we feel like it.” Dharana spoke
sternly. The look on his face made cowed her down immediately. Once more she hung
her head looking at the table. “I’m still waiting for the answer,” Dharana reminded
her.

Lekha answered the question now, her voice lifeless. “We had sex that day.” She
quickly looked up at their faces for a few moments, almost defiantly as if to say,”
Yes I was engaging in adultery, so what?”

Dharana and Vajendra meaningfully glanced at each other. That explained the traces
of sperm in Vinod’s underwear and on the head of his penis. “At least he died
happy,” Vajendra almost smiled when he thought of this. A smirk from him would not
have been an appropriate response from them to the woman they are questioning.

“Did you speak anything? Did he tell you anything at all? About any problems? Or
about any enemies he had?”

“No, Vinod never talks anything about himself to me. What he does, or what he is
involved in .. anything. I too never asked and never wanted to know. The only thing
we had between us was sex. Our conversation also centred around that.”

Again, Dharana and Vajendra looked at each other. This was no use this was not
going to help them in any way. “Are you sure? Try to recall, did he ever reveal any
problems that he was facing? Men tend to talk more than they want to when their
mind is relaxed, especially after sex.”

She frowned her brow in concentration and after a while said,” No, nothing I can
recall. He was a very private person. Frankly speaking I was just someone he wanted
for sex. I think he was fascinated that he was banking a rich society housewife.”
She spoke surprisingly bluntly now. “It was the same for me, he was someone I
wanted for my sexual needs, he meant nothing more to me.”

“Typical of these bitches,” Vajndra thought with scorn. “No morals, no character
and no dignity. They can have all the money but they are little more than scum.”

“Tell me Mrs.Lekha, what time did he leave? Obviously you did not go out together
but did you leave around the same time?”
“No, he left a little past five pm, maybe around five ten or five fifteen. I didn’t
note the exact time. I left almost an hour later.”

The Medical report estimated he was killed around six pm. The time she told gelled
with the corresponding time they had estimated he was killed. Since she left an
hour later she would not have seen anything on her way back. This seemed like a
dead end but Dharana was thorough if nothing else.

“How did you meet Vinod, madam. His circle and your circle are far apart then how
did you get to know him?”

For the first time Dharana noted a change in her expression as if she wanted to
hide something. This was a normal routine question why this reaction from her? What
did she seek to hide? His interest was piqued.

“Madam let me remind you, this is a very serious matter. If you hide anything we
will come to know. If that happens we would not look on it kindly and we won’t be
this kind.”

She was afraid if she told about how he had been meeting her husband before the
security officer would start suspecting her husband of having criminal dealings.
Even if they did suspect that her husband was not involved in anything criminal so
there was nothing they could pin on him. Getting his rival in the party into
trouble and taking the place of youth leader was just politics in her mind and she
saw noting greatly wrong with it. She decided she would say partly what happened.

“He used to come and meet my husband. He was doing something for the party I think.
I really don’t know much about it. He had seen me there and had become attracted to
me. He then somehow got my contact and slowly seduced me.”

Now this was something different. Was there a motive for her husband to get him
killed? Dharana thought to himself. Another suspect added to the list. “Did your
husband ever showed any indication that he suspected you of having an affair? Did
he suspect you and Vinod together?”

“No,” she replied vehemently. “I know my husband very well. He can’t hide his
emotions from me. I know for certain he is completely unaware of anything going
on.”

“So, you can happily make a fool of him,” Vajendra thought with contempt.

“My husband is innocent in this. If you have to ever question him please don’t
reveal anything about me, I beg you.”

“No madam, we do not reveal our source of information to those we question but if
your husband becomes a prime suspect I can’t guarantee anything. Don’t under
estimate husbands madam, a jealous husband can be a dangerous person and can be
capable of actions we don’t expect.

About ten minutes later Dharana and Vajendra left Lekha to reflect on what they had
said. After a while she too left for her home, her mind not completely at ease to
have finished with the ordeal.

It was morning in the Jayakar household. Poorvith had already left the office ahead
of his dad. Sandhya was not up yet. She was only going to meet her boyfriend at
11am, there was time yet so she was still sleeping in. Jayakar was in the bathroom.
By the time he did his morning duties, shaved and had his bath it would take around
half an hour. He had gone in for only about twelve or thirteen minutes now so
Mounika stretched out and lay in the comfort of her bed. Her nightie was somewhat
crumpled and she lay with her head on the bolster with a shapely naked leg dbangd
over it. With her heavy breasts pressing on to the bolster her creamy cleavage
could be seen from the front opening of her nightie. As it has been the past few
days she was thinking of her young paramour Prakash. This new efflorescence of
feelings, this new attraction towards another male evoked a very delightful warmth
in her. As if reading her thoughts her phone vibrated indicating a message had been
delivered. She lazily reached for her phone and was delighted to see it was from
her young lover.

“Hi beautiful, good morning, missing you” with an emoji of puckered lips for a
kiss.

Her face blossomed in a radiant smile. “Hi sweetheart, same here.”

“You know Mounika darling I suffered the whole night.”

“Why?”
“Well your husband is back”
“So?”
“So jealous he may be having sex with you” followed by an emoji of a sad face.
Her smile became broader, “my little boy is jealous.”
“Yes, I should be there with you.”
“He’s my husband.”
“But who loves you more” Her reply to this was just a smiley face.
“Did he?”
“What?”
“You know .. ask for sex.”

Mounika decided she wanted to tease him. “Hugged me tight n kissed me.”
“No .. no.”
“Sucked my tits .. it felt good.”
“I’ll kill him.”
“Ha ha .. he was very hard .. when he entered.”
“Don’t torture me, I don’t want to know.”

Mounika was so pleased and her heart went out to her lover. “No you silly boy,
nothing happened .. just teasing.”
“You’re cruel.”
“Yes.” She replied happily showing a laughing emoji.
“You wait till I get you.” He threatened.
“You shouldn’t be jealous.”
“but I am, can’t help it.”
“My husband is the one who should be jealous.”
He just replied with an emoji of a grinning face.
“You stole what belongs to him.”
“First time stolen property came willingly with the thief.”
“You ..you naughty rascal.”
“Where’s your husband?”
“Taking shower.”
“Good wife .. chatting with lover while husband nearby.”
“You idiot you are going to get it from me.”
“Ha ha.”
“Got to go shower stopped .. bye love.”

Mounika quickly offed her phone and waited for her husband to come out. Jayaker
came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His slight hair already tousled
after he had dried it with the towel while in the bathroom. Mounika couldn’t but
help compare her husband’s body with that of the firmly sculptured body of her
lover. When I can take care of my body why can’t he, she thought wistfully to
herself. She had been aroused by her chat with her lover and now just to tease her
own husband she got up lazily from the bed. Stretched both the hands up in the air
before shrugging off her nightie from her body. She gave a unfettered view of her
sexy curvaceous body to her husband before slowly reaching for a big towel to wrap
around her body covering from her breast downwards. She had in the course of her
married life shown her body to her husband uncountable number of times but today
felt different. She was showing a body that was not chaste anymore. A body that has
bloomed as it was teased and thoroughly used by a new lover. It was as if to say to
him, well you had neglected all this beauty but I’ve found someone else to worship
it. For Jayaker who was seeing his wife do this as she went in to the bathroom he
misconstrued it to mean that his wife was attempting to tempt him as he had
neglected to have sex with her last night. I will take care of her tonight he
promised himself not knowing that his ‘care’ was not going to be adequate anymore
for his wife of twenty-eight years. When Mounika was washing her pussy as she
showered, she found it was sticky. The chat with Prakash in the morning had aroused
her more than she realised. She smiled to herself when she realised the effect
Prakash had on her. He had made her feel like a desirable woman once again. He had
reawakened her sexuality and made her constantly aware of her heightened sexual
state. As she and her husband were having breakfast she got a call from Divya.

“Oh hi Divya, good morning,” she said pleasantly.

Jayakar made a face, ‘shopping again?’ he mouthed silently to his wife. Mounika
made an expression as if to say ‘I don’t know.’

“Morning dear,” Divya replied,” what are you doing now? Busy? Can you talk?”

Not only the son is calling her dear even the mother is but for different reasons.

“Am having breakfast with Jayakar but you go ahead I’m listening.”

“Oh, he’s back from his trip is it, I didn’t know,” Divya said in surprise.

“Uh huh,” was all Mounika could say. She couldn’t ‘say yes he is back’ with her
husband listening. She was supposed to have been with Divya yesterday so by right
Divya should have already known this.

“Breakfast a little late today? Aahh I see was busy night was it last night with
your husband back,” she said archly. Mounika could almost see in her mind eye Divya
winking as she said this.

It was not a busy night with my husband but a busy day with your son was the reason
for this exhaustion Mounika thought but to Divya she said,” no, nothing like that.
So, what’s up?”

“I’ve got some news that I’m dying to share with you. I think you would be happy
too.”

Mounika was not in any mood for one of Divya’s salacious gossips. Divya was very
fond of this and had plenty of such stories to share. If only she knew of her own
son’s relationship with her how would she react? That would certainly make juicy
fodder for their circle of friends. Mounika could just imagine her friends’
reactions now. Most would feign outrage but secretly would find it very
titillating. Quite a few would also be jealous of her and envious that a hunk like
Prakash didn’t get into their panties.

“I’m all ears go ahead.” What Mounika didn’t realise that what she was about to
hear would shake her up tremendously.
“I was talking to Vikas (her husband, Prakash’s father) last night,” Divya’s
excitement could be heard in her voice. “We were both of the opinion that Sandhya
would make a perfect match for Prakash. I hope it makes you and Jayakar as happy on
hearing this as it has made us.”

Mounika almost dropped the fork she had in hand in shock. Luckily Jayakar was
looking at his plate at that moment and did not see his wife’s expression. She
quickly tried to recover but it was difficult.

“Hey, Mouni are you there??”

“Yes, yes I’m here,” she stammered,” it’s just such a surprise all of a sudden.”
Hearing this Jayakar looked at his wife curiously.

“Yes, I understand. Vikas will also speak to Jayakar on this, most probably today.
Aren’t you happy to hear this Mouni?” Divya asked her.

“Yes, of course,” Mounika lied, she abhorred the notion that her lover could become
her son in law. Jayakar looked at her enquiringly. Mounika covered the mouthpiece
and said,” I’ll tell you in a moment.” If Vikas was already going to tell this to
her husband then there was no point in her hiding this from him.

“But Divya we don’t know what the kids think. Nowadays they have their own wishes,
not like our days when obeyed everything our parents asked.”

“I know Mouni, we’ll inform them of our wishes and encourage them to spend time
together and see how it develops. We can only hope that they connect well and
things go as per what we hope.”

There was some relief for Mounika on hearing this. I will tell Prakash never to
agree to this. The fool Divya doesn’t know that her son wants to share his bed with
me and not with my daughter.

“Okay Divya, let us see how it goes and hope for the best.” What Divya didn’t know
was her hope and Mounika’s hope were completely opposite.

“Good, I’m so excited,” Divya gushed,” I’ll come over to your place today.”

“No, you stay there, I’ll come over,” Mounika said. She didn’t want Divya coming to
her home so soon after her lie od yesterday and it would also give her an
opportunity to see Prakash.

After the call she spoke to her husband who had just about finished breakfast and
was about to leave for work. “Divya and Vikas are keen on matchmaking their son
Prakash with Sandhya,” she said waiting for her husband’s reaction.

“Oh, their son, hmm he is quite a good-looking young man isn’t he?” Jayakar mused
out aloud.

“Yes, I know,” Mounika thought,” he’s even more dreamy when he is naked.”
“Their family would match our status and the alliance would have so many
advantages. That would be good if the kids agree too. Let’s give it a try.”

Parents on both sides were keen on this with the exception of her and for her it
was for very selfish reasons, thought Mounika. It was not only that, it would feel
very awkward for her to think both the mother and daughter have slept with the same
man. Or even if she doesn’t stop and they continue to sleep with the same man. If
Sandhya gets married to Prakash how can she continue to be a rival for her own
daughter. It would really be embarrassing if she became jealous of her own
daughter. But wouldn’t it be better to be jealous of her own daughter then some
other woman if Prakash was to marry someone else. At least then it would be her own
flesh and blood that Prakash would be pleasuring in bed rather than she share
Prakash with some strange woman. Besides the opportunity for them to get together
would be much more if Prakash was her son in law. In actual fact Mounika was quite
confused about her feelings. About an hour later Mounika was at Divya’s house. She
had messaged Prakash discretely not to go out anywhere and to be at home.

“Come in dear,” Divya greeted Mounika, holding both her hands in her own hands,”
isn’t it exciting.”

Mounika forced a smile onto her face as she greeted Divya. “Have you told Sandhya,”
Diya asked Mounika. The person they were talking about was at that very moment
about to leave her house and go meet her lover Rajesh.

“No, not yet. I want to speak to your son first and find out what he thinks. I’ll
talk to him in the evening when he is back from work,” Mounika said, pretending she
didn’t know Prakash was at home as per her request.

“Prakash is at home Mouni, but why do you want to speak to him first?”

“I want to know his true feelings. Is he willing to give this a try to see if it
works. He shouldn’t feel pressured. You know Divya, as parents you two could put
pressure on him without even realising it and he feels he’s duty bound to obey.
This is my daughter’s future I want to be certain there are no problems in the
future.”

Divya was happy that Mounika and Jayakar were receptive to this idea of their
children’s union. She could understand Mounika’s concern for the welfare and future
of her daughter. As a mother of a girl she would have the same concerns.

“I understand Mouni, he’s in his room, let me call him.”

“Wait, before you call him is there anywhere I could talk to him privately? Here in
the living room it would not be possible. Your servants may intrude or they may
even spy on us to hear what is going on. Maybe we could use your husband’s office
cum study, that would be private.”

Divya had a doubtful look on her face. “Yeah, nobody will disturb us there but you
know my husband doesn’t like anyone going in there without him being there. It is
also covered by CCTV so that’s out.”

“Divya who said anything about you being present too. With you present he may not
feel free to talk. He may not really open up and say how he feels, so it will be
just the two of us. If not possible for privacy here then maybe I’ll go out with
him and have our conversation before we come back.”

“I won’t put any pressure on him Mouni, why not I tag along.”

“Don’t be silly Divya, your mere presence would be awkward for him. He may feel
restrained. Don’t worry nothing will happen to your precious boy,” Mounika said
with a laugh.

“Well he is your potential son in law too, so I have no worries,” Divya replied
laughing along with Mounika. Then as an idea struck her,” hey why don’t you talk to
him in his room? That would be private and there won’t be a hassle of you having to
go out.”
Mounika had a serious doubtful look on her face but internally she was delighted.
She was going to be with her lover in his room in his own house with his mother
being present in the house. “Do you think that would be appropriate Divya?” Mounika
said in an unsure tone.

“Now you don’t be silly, you are going to talk to your likely son in law, nothing
wrong in that.”

Reacting as though she was not totally convinced but just reluctantly agreeing to
it Mounika said,” Okay, I want to be very certain so I’m going to have a long
conversation with him. It may even take half an hour or even more, so I don’t want
you hurrying us or interrupting.”

“Take your time Mouni, I won’t hurry you. All I want is the good news.”

“I can’t trust you on that, you were always impatient. I will lock the door so that
you do not disturb us. You don’t come knocking on the door.”

Divya laughed again. “This is regarding my son’s marriage that I want it to happen
too. Tell you what, I promise you I will sit here in the living room and will not
disturb you till you come out.”

That’s what I want, be a good lookout for your son and me Mounika thought delighted
at the outcome. Things had gone better than expected.

“Which is your son’s room?”

“It’s the second one on the left.”

Mounika walked up to the stairs, the excitement she was feeling making her want to
hurry but she forced herself to walk normally. She went up to Prakash’s door and
knocked on it.

“Who is it?” It was Prakash’s deep voice. It made her legs feel weak, in
excitement.

“It’s me Mounika,” she replied softly but loud enough for him to hear.

“Mom, is aunty there with you?” Clever boy, he was making sure she was alone
Mounika smiled.

“Your mom’s not here, I’m alone.” There was no sound for a few seconds then the
door opened slightly and a hand reached out and grabbed her and pulled her in.
Startled she gave a small squeal. She heard the door shut and the lock click. She
saw him completely naked looking at her with a broad grin.

Episode 12

Suseela was surprised that Arun had come back so soon. He was supposed to be away
for another week but for whatever reason had come back early. She tried to see how
his wound was but he had a long sleeve shirt on and nothing (any bandage) was
obviously visible.

“You have come back early? Any problems? Is everything okay?” Suseela asked with
concern

“No, nothing like that, I thought being away for too long will likely raise more
suspicions than if I came back.”
“I’m glad. Suba has missed her uncle a lot.”

“How is Suba? Is there any change in her now that that asshole is dead? Does she at
least have some peace now? Arun’s eagerness and care for the wellbeing of his
brother’s daughter was obvious in his voice.

Unlike his brother Bogan, Arun never thought to start a family of his own. Death he
feared was always a companion in his profession and having a wife and family would
only make him more vulnerable to be killed. Now at thirty-five years he still had
no intention of having anyone permanently. His sexual needs would be met by simply
throwing a few thousand rupees to the those who sold their bodies. For him the only
family was that of his brother’s. He was very fond of his niece Suba.

“She still seems to be in a world of her own but lately there are some signs she is
slowly coming out of her depression,” Suseela said but her worry for the health of
her daughter was still painful to bear.

“That’s another reason I’m here early. I think it is important she see a
Psychiatric doctor for her own good.”

“You think that is wise? Suseela asked with alarm. “You know what happened, what if
the doctor involves the security officer?”

“Not to worry, I’ve made enquiries,” Arun told his sister in law. “These doctors
keep everything confidential between themselves and their patients. Nothing is
revealed without patient’s permission.”

“But still a crime was involved, that too murder. How will the doctor keep
everything a secret?” Suseela was still not convinced.

“We don’t have to tell everything to the doctor, only that she was brutally bangd.”
As he spoke those words it still caused a sharp pain in his heart. “We have to tell
the doctor that we only want her to overcome that trauma.”

Suseela’s scepticism was still evident but the thought that it was possible for her
daughter to overcome her trauma made her accept her brother in laws suggestion.
“Won’t the doctor ask us to report the bang to the security officer?”

“Most probably would encourage us to do that but it would still be up to us. Most
bang victims don’t report it in our society because of the stigma attached.”

Arun knew that only a small number of the victims’ report that they had been bangd
and even from those the number of convictions is so low. His niece was not the
first female Vinod had bangd and for that matter so have he and his brother bangd
woman as it sometimes happened in their work. But those were women involved in the
crime world and women with very questionable morals. Those are women who would
brush it off as a small price to pay in their line of work and an occupational
hazard.

“Another important thing. I have bought a home in our native hometown for both of
you to stay. It will be registered in your name soon. There will be enough money
for the rest of your lives put in your account. Enough also for Suba to get married
off. I don’t want you both staying here anymore.”

Suseela couldn’t believe what her brother in law was saying. “How? Where could you
get so much money? You are the only family we have left how can we leave you and
go?” Suseela’s questions came in a rush.
Arun recalled the phone call from that mysterious man he received a few days ago.
“You did well. I’m glad you killed Vinod without any problems.” He then instructed
Vinod to come to a pre-determined location. Arun approached the place with great
caution. He didn’t want to be a victim of a double cross plot but he was pleasantly
pleased when a big bag awaited him there. He did not meet anyone all he was told
was where the bag was and to pick it up. Inside the bag was more money than he had
ever seen in his life. Bundles and bundles of two thousand notes.

“I got paid for what I did though I would have done it for free. Whoever hired us
really wanted Vinod dead more than us.”

At that very time Dharana and Vajendra were having a meeting with DCP Paul. They
had briefed him on the progress of their investigations so far.

“We have confirmed the last place Vinod had been before he was killed and have
established the time around which this crime took place,” Dharana had told him.

“So, we can rule out that Premavati had nothing to do in this except to have lent
out her place for her friend and the victim to use for their illicit affair,” DCP
Paul asked.

“That’s what I think sir but now Lekhashree’s husband, Rakesh is a suspect,”
Dharana said.

“Who the politician?”

“Yes, apparently he had engaged Vinod for something. So, we started looking all
that had happened with Rakesh for the last couple of years,” Dharana paused after
saying this.

“Okay, go on,” his boss Paul said.

“The most significant thing that happened had been his election to the powerful
youth chief post in his party.”

“And so?” Paul asked.

“The thing was he was not the favourite for that position but surprisingly his main
rival suddenly had a scandal erupting about his son being involved in drugs and
drugs distribution that completely ruined his chances for the position. It seemed
too much to be just a coincidence.”

“You think that was what Vinod was hired for by Rakesh, to set up this scandal?”
“Yes sir.”

“Then shouldn’t Rakesh be happy with Vinod. Why would he have anything to do with
his murder.”

“His wife Lekha had first seen Vinod when he was with her husband. She told us how
he would boldly strip her with his eyes even with her husband being there. Her
husband might have noticed that too and had kept an eye out on her or Vinod.”

“I see, you think Rakesh may have known about his wife’s affair with Vinod and got
him killed? Divorcing his wife would have been easier don’t you think?”

“That wouldn’t be good for his political career just when it was taking off. A
scandal involving his wife would be disastrous as you are aware there is even a
talk of ministership for him if his coalition wins in the coming elections.”
“So, he too has a motive and it’s not just a matter of a jealous husband. Well
follow that lead too if you have to,” DCP Paul gave his two men the go ahead.

“This is just an off chance only boss. Her husband may actually be totally unaware
his wife was cheating on him. My thinking is it is still related to intergang
rivalry.”

While a serious, difficult situation was being discussed in the office of the
Deputy security officer Commissioner, an entirely different situation, a much more
delightful one was going on in Prakash’s bedroom.

A fully naked Prakash with a half erect cock was grinning broadly at his mature
lover without even a little bit of shame or embarrassment.

“Hi, baby, I’ve been waiting for you,” Prakash said as moved up and grabbed her in
an embrace.

He held her by her waist while she had her arms around his neck. They were both
smiling conspiratorially.

“You shameless idiot, what if your mother had come with me. She would have had a
heart attack seeing you waiting for me completely naked like this.”

While she spoke, he was busy kissing her on her neck, her ear and her cheek. “Hey
silly, I’m talking to you seriously.” But her smile belied her words.

Prakash still wouldn’t listen to her he was too busy pulling up her T-Shirt off.
The T-shirt was stretched out in front by her big beautiful breasts. She held on to
her T-shirt preventing him from pulling it up.

“You silly boy, don’t be naughty, just listen to me.”

He stopped for a moment and looked at her. “We’ll talk later, now take your shirt
off or better still I’ll take it off.” Saying this he starting pulling up her T-
shirt.

“Okay, okay. You are too much you dirty fellow,” she said as she raised her hands
up to let him take it off. Luckily her hair was tied up in a ponytail and was not
messed up too much as he pulled off her T-shirt. Her heaving milky white breasts in
the black laced plunge bra were a treat for his eyes. Her bulging white flesh in
contrast to the black bra cups caused blood to gush through his shaft. His cock
became ramrod straight pointing slightly upwards. Her eyes quickly darted down to
look at it.

“You’re so reckless, what if your mom had come along with me,” she admonished him
teasingly once more.

He laughed out and said,” I heard you and mom talking, I knew you’ll come alone. So
I quickly came into my room and stripped naked for you darling.”

She looked at him as if she was chiding him but with a mischievous smile playing on
her lips. “Then why did you call out for your mom before opening the door.”

“I had already come into my room when you started up the stairs so it was to make
doubly sure my mom didn’t suddenly decide to follow you.”

“Very clever,“ Mounika said as she traced her forefinger and middle finger over his
lips. He tried to grab it with his lips. She cleverly avoided it and but traced her
fingers lovingly over his cheek.
“You’re the clever one dear, I can’t believe you are here in my room and so devious
you had made my mom the lookout for us as we enjoy ourselves.” She realised he was
making fun of her.

“It’s all your fault. I was such a virtuous good woman and a loyal wife now you
have totally corrupted me. Without shame I have come to you, to your room itself.”

“No games baby, you wanted to be here in my room alone with me so you manoeuvred it
to happen. I wanted you in my room, so let’s stop wasting time.”

Saying this Prakash buried his face in the bountiful bulging flesh over her bra. He
started raining kisses over that delectable soft skin.

“ssss… Prakash … kiss…. Oohhh baby…” Mounika moaned as passion overcame her. She
had sex with him only yesterday yet she needed him again today. Even she was not
aware that her libido was this strong. It had needed a young lover like Prakash to
bring it out that too at this age of 48. How she wished she had met Prakash when
she was in her thirties when she was in the peak of her sexual prime.

Prakash’s hands had gripped her flaring waist his fingers pressing into her soft
flesh. Her long nails were drawing invisible lines on the firm muscles of his
shoulder blades.

“Oh, baby take me here, I want our love to be consummated on your bed here my
darling,” she mumbled in delirium as he continued to kiss and lick the top of her
breasts.

She wanted more. She wanted her nipples and her breast stuffed into his voraciously
sucking mouth. She wanted his tongue to be lashing against the flesh, she wanted
his teeth to be nibbling at her rubbery and distended teat. She needed that
pleasurable pain from her ardent lover. Leaving his back, her hands reached back to
unhook her bra. She grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head away from her
breasts. His disappointment from having his prize snatched from him was only
fleeting because she had pulled of her bra giving him full access to her breasts
without any hinderance of any covering. The were luxuriously soft and ample yet in
spite of her age they were boldly upstanding. The taut and sensitive light brown
nipple jutting out from a similarly coloured perfectly circular areola was an
invitation for a feast. She cupped her breast in one hand and pulled his head by
his hair towards it.

“Now suck it my adorable rascal. Chew on my tit .. show me how much you want it.”

Prakash needed no second invitation. His lips hungrily latched on to her nipple. He
pulled hard on her teat. “aahhh yessss…. Prakash …. I’m dying…” she raved
mindlessly. He chewed gently on her nipple causing a sweet painful pleasure. “oohh…
Ohhh… Ohhh…,” she mumbled incoherently. He tried to take as much of her flesh into
his mouth as he could. His mauling of her breast was triggering a liberal flow of
her feminine juices in her pussy. Her husband of twenty-eight years had never
mauled her tit the way her twenty-eight years old lover was doing. Her husband had
never transported her to this feeling of exhilaration that she was now in. He too
could see how much in the throes of passion she was in by the force of her grip on
his back.

Prakash let go of this tit and his mouth eagerly sought the other. She fed that too
to him the way she had done for the first. She felt a little prickliness on the
recently abandoned nipple caused by coolness of the airconditioned air on the
wetness of his saliva sticking around the areola. Prakash shoved both his hands
through the waistband of her jeans to grab her buttocks. Mounika’s hands quickly
started undoing the rivet on her jeans. In her fervour and in her haste, it was
only after a struggle she was able to release it. She quickly unzipped her jeans
and pushed it down her legs. She kicked it away with her legs. The only piece of
clothing on either of their bodies was the lacy black thongs she was wearing. She
had worn it just for her sweet lover, it should be erotically seductive for him.
There was just a thin strip that just about covered her pussy mound. She knew there
must be a long-wet line right in the middle of that strip. She wanted him to see
that, see what he had caused her pussy to do. She wanted to show him how much she
wanted him. He wanted to bring down her panties but she stopped him from doing it.
She took a step away from him and posed with her hands on her hips.

“Look at me my love, how do you like it?”

This was the first time he could take his time and admire her voluptuous body. The
first time they had made love in his apartment they had undressed each other
frantically and had literally rolled all over the bed as the tightly hugged each
other. At that time, she was still embarrassed to show herself fully nude to him.
That was the first time she had been deceitful to her husband and was still a bit
disturbed though the sex was erotic and delightful. The second time in the car, it
was difficult to fully appreciate her exposed beauty in the confines of a car. Now
more of a closeness had developed between them, she was now wanting to see the lust
in his eyes as they devoured her glorious nakedness.
She stood there so very tantalizingly provocative. Her smouldering look and the
slight naughty smile on those luscious lips was bewitchingly erotic. He noticed she
had not worn any lipstick when she had come here. She had planned exactly what she
wanted to do here. If she had come in with lipstick on and had gone back without it
his mother would have noticed it and got suspicious on what had gone on in the
room. Women can be so devious when they wanted to cheat. Her ripe conical breasts
with the pointy almost inch long nipples were shining wet with his saliva. They
were creamy, ripe and even though ample were still upstanding for her age. There
was perhaps a little softness even a touch of looseness in her belly but the only
enhanced her desirability in his eyes. Along with her long shapely legs she was the
perfect MILF. He noticed the darker small patch on the narrow front stripe of her
thong. It couldn’t possibly be the hidden strip of her pubic hair. That wont show
on her black panties. Then Prakash realised what it was. It was caused by the cream
oozing out of her pussy. She was as much in lust as he was.

“You’re a real hotwife baby,” his voice was a croak of emotion.

“Not just a hotwife honey, I’ve become a shameless bitch for you,” Mounika
whispered back to him. “Take me here on your bed. I’ve fucked you in your apartment
and now going to here so I would be the first woman to share this with you., not
even your future wife.”

It just showed how much she wanted herself to be special for him. “But wouldn’t
that be your daughter?”
“Will you want to marry her?” Mounika asked in return.
“If it means being near you always I’m willing to do that.”
“We’ll talk later Prakash but first I need you.”
He too couldn’t wait anymore. He slid down on his knees in front of her and buried
his face on her crotch. He could feel the heat emanated from her pussy and chemical
odour signalling her arousal. The smell created a chain reaction within him going
from his olfactory nerve to his groin causing his cock to harden like an iron rod.
His tongue licked the front of the thong tasting her sticky wetness. His saliva now
mixed with her vaginal fluid causing her thong to become completely wet.

“Oh baby suck me, oh put your tongue in,” lamented the once graceful and polished
Mrs. Jayakar. She had both her hands pressing his head on to her crotch while he
was clutching her rounded buttocks hard with both of his. If her husband was to see
her in this pose he would have been shocked to see that his refined wife was
capable of such lewdness.

Prakash did not attempt to take off her thongs, instead he pulled the middle stripe
to one side. Her slightly parted labia was an irresistible treat. Her juicy wetness
was what he now craved badly to quench his thirst. With her eyes closed in
expectancy she impatiently waited for him to greedily gorge on her wet pussy lips.
Seconds passed yet there was no delightful contact of lips on her private lips. She
couldn’t bear her frustrations anymore, with a groan she glanced down. Like an
animal, with his lips pulled back, teeth bared he was deeply breathing in the scent
of her arousal. Her own arousal was inflamed on seeing her hunk of a lion inhaling
her scent.

“Eat my pussy, my darling stud, I’m leaking just for you,” she moaned huskily.

Her cunt lips were swallowed by his lips. He slurped on it drinking her warm sauce.
“hng.. hng.. hng…,” Mounika was transported to heaven. His probing tongue made her
legs feel weak. She held on to his head rubbing her wet snatch on his face. Her
colourless stickiness was not confined to his lips alone it now was coated all
around beyond his lips. The ecstasy that engulfed her went to the very core if her
being. Streaks after streaks of pleasure made her mumble incoherently.

“Ohh… your killing me sweetheart… I can’t be without this lover … in my years of

marriage it has never been this wonderful … ,” Mounika sobbed in bliss. His wife to
be will also enjoy his talented tongue, even in case it was to be her daughter she
still could not avoid a feeling of jealousy. She wanted him to be enchanted with
her and with her alone though in her heart of heart she knew it was not possible or
practical. She felt two of his fingers join his tongue in probing her pleasure
tunnel. She squealed out loudly at first but realising where she was she tried to
control her whimper as much as she could. His fingers teased and found her
sensitive spots. As he rubbed there in small circles her fluid completely coated
his fingers. “Oh god.. oh god.. he’s going to make me cum… cum….yess.. baby… yes.”
Her hips jerked as her copious flow completely drenched his fingers now.

He continued to gorge on her pussy as she shuddered in tumultuous pleasure for

nearly a minute. She quickly pulled him up. She needed to love her young boy who
had given her so much of unrestrained joy. She rained kisses on his face unmindful
of her own love juice on his face. They kissed again passionately their ardour
still unabated even to a miniscule amount. His tongue penetrated between her red
lips and renewed contact with her tongue. Prakash’s strong hand gripped the flesh
of Mounika’s waist tightly while kissing with undiminished passion. He was roughly
squeezing her boob with his other hand as he grinded his lips on hers. Mounika’s
long nails were also grazing haphazardly on his wide back. She pushed her thigh
between his legs and felt his erect masculinity pushed onto her thigh. She quickly
got rid of her tongs to be gloriously as naked as he was. She wanted him in his
bed, they didn’t have much time before Divya started wondering what was happening
in her son’s room between her son and her best friend.

Finally, when their lips parted they looked at each other smiling at their own
ardour as they gulped in air into their lungs. They were still embracing each other
tightly. She knew how wrong this relationship was and yet could not suppress the
feeling of love that swelled inside her. She could not understand her emotional
attachment to a man so much younger than her. “Come baby, let’s go to bed, fuck
me .. fuck your bitch,” she moaned into his mouth.

But Prakash had other ideas. One of his hands gently brushed the muscles of her
abdomen. Those muscles throbbed under his teasing fingertips. It felt a bit
sensitive but the pleasures were fabulous for Mounika. "Ohhh Prakash ...
Prakash ... darling .... Sssss ..," She kept mumbling her young lover's name. She
almost went into a trance while he teased the muscles of her abdomen. She knew
where his fingers were going next. She once more waited for that pleasurable attack
with her thighs trembling in anticipation. His hand slipped from her stomach
downwards and her legs automatically opened slightly wider giving him easier access
to her leaking feminine treasure. He suddenly turned her body and hugged her from
behind. She closed her eyes with her head resting backwards on his shoulder as she
enjoyed the pleasure she was getting from him.

"Hey Mouni, open your eyes and look in front," her lover whispered into her ear.
She opened her eyes. She could see the image of their two bodies pasted together in
the full-length mirror on the wall in front of them. His body was mostly covered
from view by her body in front of it. One of his hands was squeezing her nipple and
his other hand was covering her pussy. She was seeing in the mirror what his eyes
had been admiring with lust. Her eyes reddened with passion and her lips though
without any lip gloss still sweetly reddish. Only a few ornaments were on her
completely naked body. There were just the earrings, the precious stone nose stud
that made her face even more attractive, diamond ring on her finger, two finely
crafted gold bangles on her wrist and silver toe rings. But she could see Prakash’s
eyes focused on the mangalsutra hanging around her neck. That symbolic identity
that she belonged to someone else was the most enchanting ornament for him. That
chain hanging around her neck was a testament to his masculinity. That his
masculinity had made her forswear her vows of fidelity to the man who was owner of
that symbol. He was no exception to that feeling of ego all men had. Without any
sense of arrogance, she also acknowledged that she was not some ordinary prize that
he had stolen. She was a treasure many men had obsessed about possessing but none
had succeeded till Prakash came along.

Seeing it had increased the lust in Prakash, but it made Mounika feel guilty. I
belong to someone else, and it has made my mind ache that, whatever else can be
said of Jayakar, he had been good to me and I was betraying him Mounika thought
with a little pain in her heart. But, because she was in the grip of the feverish
desire that Prakash had aroused in her, she could not resist the lust that was
consuming her. The tips of his fingers now teasingly rubbed the soft flesh of her
stomach. Her stomach alternately crunched and relaxed in that pleasurable ticklish
feeling. Mounika could see her own stomach flesh quiver. Then when his index finger
gently poked at her navel she let out a soft moan. Her bosom was heaving as she
struggled for breath at his continuous caressing. Prakash then slowly inserted his
middle finger into her pussy and this time she moaned louder as her mouth opened
automatically in pleasure. He could feel her readiness for him and she could feel
his very hard erection poking her from behind. There was no doubt within them of
their full-blown desire for each other. She felt a little embarrassed to see her
love fluid overflow and run down his fingers. She could not ever remember a time
she had been this wet before. She her expression of pain like pleasure on her face
was a turn on not only for him but for her too. Her body was being played with by a
man young enough to be her son and she was revelling in it. When a man succeeds in
arousing unbridled desire in a woman then there is no difference in the reaction of
that woman whether she is royalty or just a maid. All inhibitions dissipate and
only fulfilling their needs become paramount.

“You came here to spread your legs for me didn’t you my love,” he teased her.
“Yes, you donkey I came because I want you.” Prakash kneaded her breast and rolled
her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “sssss….,” Mounika moaned.
“Hmm .. I’m a donkey is it,” he laughed as he nibbled her ear lobe and put his
tongue into her ear.
Mounika reached behind to grab his cock. “This is like a donkey’s so you are one.”
His eyes locked with her eyes in the mirror. “You want this donkey cock inside your
tight pussy cheating slut?” he whispered sexily in her ear as he started sucking on
the nape of her neck.
“Yes… yes… fuck me.. fuck my tight pussy with your big cock.” She was in a
delirium, desperate to be fucked.
“Will you give your cunt whenever I want it.”
“Always when you want me,” she was so much in heat she would promise him anything
now.
“Wherever I want you?”
“Yes wherever, now take to your bed.”
“In your house?”
“Anywhere you want.”
“In your bedroom?”
The way she wanted to be the first woman to fuck him in his condominium and here in
his room, she also wanted him to be the first man other than her husband to share
her marital bed.
“Fantastic dear, I’m going to fuck you in your bed one day while your son, daughter
and son are at home. I want you to writhe and moan as I pump my cock in your cunt
with all of them not very far away.”
“Ohh.. Ohh.. Ohh…” Her love fluid spurted out as she came once more. The thought of
being fucked by her lover with her family members nearby was both frightening and
highly erotic at the same time.
That thought was highly exciting for Prakash too. The only thing that could beat it
is to bang this glamorous wife right in front of her husband. That was unlikely to
happen Prakash knew but at least to wallow in their sinful delight as her husband
was nearby would be the next best thing. Now he pulled her along to stand very
close in front of the length mirror.

“Take my cock in your hands Mounika. I want to see your beautiful fingers play with
my shaft,” he spoke gruffly to her.
Mounika was aware she had lovely fingers. There had never been a need for her to
engage in household chores. There were servants at beck and call for that. There
was no roughness because they were worn out through household chores a housewife
was saddled with. The pads on her fingers were delicate and soft and their feel on
skin would be immensely pleasurable for men. She had maintained her weight and body
shape well so her fingers were long and slender and not chubby like that of
overweight women. She had noted how he had watched fascinated as she stroked his
cock in the car just yesterday. She could hear his breath come in staggers as her
fingers pulled on his shaft skin. She was not some sexually unsophisticated woman
in that aspect she was carnal enough to know what men found erotic. She was well
aware that being jerked off by a woman with lovely fingers and beautifully
manicured and painted fingernails would be very sensual for men and for a young man
like Prakash even more so.

Now as she held his thick phallus in her fingers her mauve pink painted nails were
a stimulating contrast to his brown skinned cock. She didn’t start stroking him
straightaway. She gently rubbed her fingers against his tightly pulled taut skin.
Her touch was enough for his precum to ooze out and drip to the floor. She smiled
knowingly at how aroused he was. She would pull his skin slightly to expose only
about a third of his reddish bud and even that would cause a drop of his precum to
soil the floor. She saw those heavy sacs below his thick and long shaft. How full
they must be with his potent seed. She should have waited for another day at least
to be completely safe but she was willing to throw caution to the winds and let him
bathe her womb with his life-giving fluid. She’ll handle any problem that arises
later. She held his cock by the tip, the padded part of her palm below her index
finger just after the tip of his cock. She pulled back so much so that three
quarters of his bud was exposed before pushing front to close it once more. His
pink bud was now an angry red, almost purplish as it was filled to bursting with
his hot blood.

“Ahh… Ahhh…,” Prakash moaned at her expert handling of his cock. This is where no
young girl could hold a candle to a mature sophisticated and experienced woman
though Prakash to himself, and when that experienced woman was as beautiful and
sexy as Mounika, it was sheer heaven.

Mounika took her time as she stroked him. Her fingers slowly started sliding
further and further down his shaft till now his foreskin was fully pulled back
before it was pushed up again. She looked up at his face and smiled with
satisfaction. Her young lover was watching with fascination, as if he was
mesmerised, at her fingers stroking his hot cock. She looked at the full-length
mirror and felt a shiver in her body upon seeing their image. A muscular young man
was standing with his muscles pulled taut as his impressive manhood was being
jerked by the hands of a much older but glamorous woman who was also flushed with
passion. She gently squeezed his balls as her stroking gained momentum. She didn’t
want him to finish because her steaming pussy was awaiting that but she could feel
that he was still far way off.

Prakash wanted more and he held her shoulders and pushed her down indicating what
he wanted next. She immediately went on her knees in front of him showing she was
eager for that too. She held his cock in her hands as her tongue licked his precum
from the head of his cock. Prakash now looked into the mirror. He still could not
believe this was happening. The wife of one of the richest men in the state was
down in front of him as if she was his slut. A woman who was always spoken to with
deference. A woman who could command other men and women to do her bidding. A woman
who was only just a few years younger than his mother. But here she was licking his
cock as if that was her most fervent desire. As her hair was tied in a ponytail he
could see those luscious red lips so near his swollen cock. Satisfied she had
cleaned him fully with her tongue, she kissed his cock as if it had been a good and
obedient boy.

Prakash was losing his control he wanted those soft sweet lips to be wrapped around
his thick shaft. “Suck Mounika, sss.. take my cock in your mouth,” he croaked
overcome with desire. She looked at his face and batted her eyelids as she took the
bulbous head of his pleasure pole in her mouth. Because of girth she had to open
her mouth wider than she ever had to do for her husband. Then again she had no
experience of any other cock. This was just the second male organ to enter her
mouth. Prakash moaned as he could feel her tongue work underneath the head of his
cock. From just sucking his head she took a little more into her mouth coating that
part too with her saliva. Mounika could feel his cock pulsating in her mouth. She
sucked hard rubbing the hot skin of his cock with her wet lips. She was amazed by
her own actions. She had not taken this much of an effort when pleasuring her
husband with her mouth. She stroked his cock as her head bobbed front and back.
More blood gushed into his erectile tissue by her stimulation causing his cock to
expand to a level it had not reached before.

“You’re a born cocksucker, Prakash grunted as she took him to greater heights of
pleasure. This was the first time in her life she had been called a cocksucker. No
one would dare not even her husband but his words caused her to secrete even more
of her love juice. For the first time she did something she had never done while
giving a blowjob. She started frigging her own cunt as she suckled on his rod. Her
finger tips rapidly rubbed circles around her erect love bud causing her to float
towards another orgasm. He would have love to have her continue sucking him but he
was aware of their limited time. He pulled her up and she reluctantly let his cock
pop out of her mouth. He kissed her fiercely before easily lifting her in his arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he took the few short steps to his bed. Her
rolled her on to the bed and she lay on the bed and looked at him invitingly. She
wet her lips as she saw his impressive manhood dripping with her saliva.

“Spread you legs baby,” he commanded as he got on to the bed.

Like a dutiful mistress she spread her legs wide pulling them up to her ample
chest. With her first two fingers of both her hands she held her cunt lips open for
him to show her readiness to receive his massive pole inside her love channel. This
high society family woman, the wife of one of the states prominent citizens was on
lying her back opening her pussy like a bitch in heat for her illicit lover to
shove his hard pole inside of her. Her cheating once chaste cunt was soaking wet
for the handsome hunk who had pushed her into adultery.

“Fuck me baby, I want your massive cock in me, fuck me, make me your bitch,” she
cried out hoarsely.

Prakash hurriedly got in between her legs and put them on his shoulders. She
reached in between his legs and pulled his cock to her pussy. She rubbed his wet
bud against her wet opening. The two wetness combined to cause a sloshing sound.
“hng.. hng… ,” she moaned as she stimulated her own arousal. Prakash did not push
his cock in but let Mounika rub it on her cunt and make herself hornier. He saw her
half-closed eyelids, her swooning eye balls and her contorted facial muscles as she
was in the grip of tremendous lust. He was so proud that this gorgeous housewife so
desperately craved for his manhood. The image of Jayaker came to his mind. The
dignified man who wielded great power over people. “Here his wife lay in an
undignified manner with her legs open, forsaking all her marital vows, urging her
young stud to hump her, to plough her sublime pussy and making her husband wear
horns by her adultery,” Prakash thought with a sense of superiority about his
manhood. He knew the horns here symbolised that of a male genital that was full of
vigour and strength, in this case his virile phallus placed as a horn on the
forehead of Mounika’s unsuspecting cuckolded husband. He pushed his cock in letting
it slide inside her wet tunnel. As her grasping pussy gobbled up his hot shaft for
the fourth time in the past week the horns on her husband’s forehead grew just a
little bit longer.

“Hnngg…” she gasped as that enormous girth invaded her tight sheath.
“Oohh god… yes… baby…ohh fuck me,” the once decorous housewife begged in abject
surrender to the magnificent manhood of her young stallion.
He thrusted in and pulled out till only the tip of his ramrod erection was gripped
by her splaying pussy lips. The tight skin of his cock was wet and shinning,
generously coated by her amorous release. He thrust in back with vigour till now
his pubic hair and hers merged together.
“Arrgh… your killing me,” she wailed as pleasure caroused through her body. He
thrust in again and again causing her to squeal with joy. She gripped his strong
biceps hard as raw emotions burst through her.
“nngg… nnggg…. nngg… “ his every thrust brought a grunt as a response. Every time
his cock plunged through her wet gripping pussy flesh pleasure shot through her
entire body.
She pulled his body on to hers, she needed his lips on hers. The elegant woman who
lay writhing below his body was his dream come true. The kissed passionately as
they fucked. Divya sat in the living room wondering if Mounika was succeeding with
her son. Coincidently right at the moment when his wife was being mercilessly
humped by her young hunk of a lover her husband was thinking of the them as he took
a small break from the files he was looking at. He was aware his wife had gone to
see Prakash ostensively to talk to him and convince him. He wondered if she was
getting her way with him. Little did he know it was more than that. She was getting
more satisfaction than she dreamt of.

Mounika saw their image in the mirror as Prakash fornicated with her. She saw his
body undulating, starting from the broad shoulders and moving down to his hips as
if in a wave as his love pole plunged in and out. She saw her own body move with
the same correlation. It reminded her snakes mating. Her legs were wrapped over
his. Her toes stretched out pointing downwards showing the ecstasy she was in. She
did not realise how much out of control her passion was till she saw her hands
gripping his strong muscular back. Her long fingernails were embedded in his flesh.

“Oh my poor darling ..am I hurting him,” she thought in dismay but she couldn’t
loosen her grip as unimaginable bliss was surging through body. She had already
come again bathing his rod with her release. But he kept going on and on carrying
her to the crest of the next wave. Watching themselves in the mirror was like she
was the star of a porn film that she was watching.

“Ohh.. fuck… Prakash …. harder… baby harder…”

“aahh Mounika… my slut sweet cunt… hump…”
Rivelets of sweat was running down their heated body. Mounika was ready to reach
another peak. They had been humping furiously for over ten minutes now.
Prakash raised up his head and looked in her eyes. “I’m going to come baby.” He
looked questioningly at her. She gripped his legs more tightly as her answer. He
roared in pleasure at her go ahead. His hips moved like a jackhammer now. Their
bodies thudded wetly. The bed creaked loudly. Mounika prayed Divya that the sound
should not reach Divya. They were rapidly reaching for an almighty release. Mounika
reasoning shut down but other parts of her brain lit up. She cried out, her body
stiffened, her body shuddered, chemical reaction set off from her brain as waves
upon waves of heavenly pleasure washed through her body. She was vaguely aware of
the feeling of hot fluid spurting again and again into her spasming womb.

“He’s coming too,” she thought with rapture. He’s bathing my womb with his semen.
“ohh yes baby yes…”
She was aware she had bit him. Her trembling did not stop till almost a minute.
Each time she jerked more pleasure streaked through her. Finally, she opened her
eyes. The first thing she thought was to look in the mirror. He lay on top of her
in exhaustion. Their body was shining because of the thin sheen of sweat covering
them. Only then she realised she had drawn reddish streaks on his back. Her orgasm
had been that mind shattering she had lost all control.

“Oh my poor baby,” she cried as she rained kisses on his face. He smiled at her
with immense satisfaction.
“How was it honey?” he asked softly.
She looked at him lovingly. “Thank you sweetheart. To think I may have never known
such bliss existed if I had not met you. I feel blessed to be a woman, blessed to
be your lover.” They kissed with loving passion letting each other know about their
feelings.

Episode 13

Premavathi and Lekha were animatedly talking about the past events that had
affected both of them. Actually, it was Premavathi who was doing most of the
talking while Lekha was very subdued. They were in Lekha’s house as no one else was
at home at that time. Premavathi wanted to know all that had happened in the
interrogation by Dharana and Vajendra. There was concern on the part of Premavathi
but only a small part of the concern was about Lekha and her problem. Premavathi’s
major concern was what was the outcome of the interrogation as far as it would drag
her into the investigation. If she got pulled in she knew that her husband
Yogeshvar was not the forgiving type. All this was because of Lekha’s stupidity she
fumed. She didn’t want to talk about this over the phone so she came directly to
Lekha’s house.

“How could you be such a fool.” Premavathi was lambasting Lekha. She had listened
to the Lekha as she recounted what had transpired in her interrogation by the two
security officer officers. She was hugely relieved to know that she was not likely
to be dragged into the matter.

“I don’t know Prema, I don’t know what made me start an affair with a man like
Vinod,” Lekha answered with her head hung down in shame.
“You want to know why.. really know why. It was because your cunt was itching for
another cock,” Prema replied bluntly. Lekha quickly looked up at Prema’s face and
then hung down her head once more.

“If you wanted to fuck around behind your husband’s back why did you have to do it
with a criminal? There are plenty of young men around who we can prey upon. Look
Lekha we are still young enough and attractive enough to seduce young hunks to fuck
us but we should also be smart about it. Choosing someone with a criminal
background was never going to be wise.”

Lekha looked up at Prema, she was on the verge of tears. “I didn’t choose him, he
chose me,” Lekha said in a low voice.

“So? Just like that you opened your legs for him. Didn’t you take a moment to
think? Realise what you were getting in to?”

Lekha fell silent once more. “She’s the one to talk,” Lekha thought angrily to
herself. “At least in my case this was my first real affair. The earlier incident
was just a one-time fuck with a man, useless at sex, but this slut had been humping
plenty of young men without any guilt for a number of years now.”

Prema looked at her friend sitting there forlornly. She felt pity for her. Maybe
she had been too harsh with her. Poor thing she is already very frightened and
confused let me also not upset her further. When she herself had an itchy cunt how
could she fault her friend for having one too.

“Was this your first lover after your marriage?” Prema’s voice was much softer now.
Lekha looked at her friend in response to the tone of her friend’s voice. There was
sympathy in the eyes of her friend. She felt a little more easier now. “Yes,” she
responded though Vinod was actually the second man she had sex with after her
marriage. The first one was for all purposes just a one-night stand. “Vinod was the
first man I cheated my husband with,” she lied.

She’s not like me so it’s only natural she gave herself to the first man who
succeeded in seducing her. If she was ripe for seduction it would mean either her
husband was not able to sexually satisfy her or she felt bored and neglected.
Whatever it may have been it just showed how vulnerable she was at that time and
she responded to the first man who had aroused her interest, Prema thought to
herself. It so happened and her bad luck that the man was also criminal. She was
aware that some women’s interest was piqued by such dangerous men though that was
not her nature. She was too worldly wise and level headed and knew better than risk
a relationship with such men. But women like Lekha were fools, when a man is able
to make their pussies ooze then all their judgement gets clouded. “Was your husband
not taking care of your needs?” Prema asked with empathy.
“Yes.”
“Was he not good in bed?”
“No, not exactly. During our early years of marriage our sex life was quite good
but for some time now it has become routine and boring ……. and infrequent,” Lekha
said morosely.

Well Lekha’s story is not an unusual one thought Prema. This is the situation
prevailing for a majority of couples. In the early stages of marriage when the
relationship is new and exciting even fairly routine and average sex would be
satisfying. Many men are at the misconception that women can only be satisfied if
they experience an orgasm but many women feel happy even when the big O is not
achieved. In reality many women have difficulty in consistently reaching an orgasm
and some never at all but still are happy with their sex lives. It is neglect and
lack of care that causes greater dissatisfaction. Most women also get used to the
situation and redirect their energy towards their children and family. Also
pressures of managing a household and children (and careers in case of working
women) all becomes more important. This is also when they are most vulnerable and
susceptible to seduction. Even then the situation should also be conducive for it
to happen. There has to be opportunity, that is meeting frequently and spending
time alone together. Also, if there happens to be a place where it would feel safe
if something were to happen and most importantly get that feeling of no fear of
discovery. Attractive women who are in their twenties and thirties would always be
targets for would be Romeos if all of the above situation prevails. Suddenly they
start getting attention again. They start liking the care shown to them, the
attempt to make them laugh and keep them happy. They are not drawn to the men
because they sought to have sex with them but the liking they have developed for
the seducer makes them give what that person wants namely their body. They want the
care, attention and the amusing time spent together to continue. Even then only a
few women can overcome their guilt and succumb to the charms of their seducer. The
thrill of the new relationship and more importantly the thrill of indulging in the
forbidden has an addition appeal making the sex seem even more satisfying than an
ordinary relationship. If by chance the seducer happens to be also very good in bed
the woman discovers a whole ne world of immense joy. That’s when the women involve
in acts of sex they never thought they are capable of doing in their lives.

My case of course is completely different thought Premavathi. She always had a high
libido. She was never going to accept anything less than what she expected and
desired. When her husband’s desires waned, she sought her pleasure elsewhere. She
was passed mid-thirties. Her sexual appeal and attractiveness won’t be there
forever. She wanted to be fucked by men who did so because they desired her. She
always feared reaching a point where she would have to seek the services of call
boys to appease her sexual hunger. No matter how much she had tried to keep in
shape and look youthful there were already the beginnings of signs of ageing.
That’s where she envied that Mounika from their society circle. She was nearing
fifty but yet looked younger than me Premavathi thought wistfully. On top of that
she had such a gorgeous and elegant look. Most of the men seemed to drool when they
saw her she thought jealously. Even that son of Divya … what was his name?
Premavathi tried to recall with frowned forehead … ah yes … Prakash couldn’t take
his eyes of her. He seemed to be awestruck by Mounika but Mounika simply ignored
him. What a hunk he was. If he had shown that interest in me I would have him naked
between my legs in a jiffy, Prema thought wistfully. She would love to find out the
size of his tool and how it would feel inside her pussy.

Premavathi shook her head as if to get her back to the present. “Was he good in
bed,” Premavathi asked Lekha about Vinod.

Lekha felt a bit shy about discussing her lover .. hmm no… her now dead lover with
her friend. With her eyes looking at the floor she just nodded her head to indicate
yes. Premavathi was amused on seeing her friend’s shyness. She had lost the ability
to feel shyness long ago. “Come on Lekha, we are both adult married women. We have
both been fucking outside of our marriage what is there for us to have this shyness
between us,” Premavathi said with a laugh.

To Prema’s further amusement her words only made Lekha’s face flush red in
embarrassment. She felt her ears burn hot. Prema now moved to sit beside Lekha, she
lifted Lekha’s head in her two hands and looked deeply into her eyes. Their faces
were less than a foot apart. Lekha became alarmed that Prema would start kissing
her on her lips. She was keenly aware that Prema wanted and enjoyed all types of
experiences as far as sex was concerned, was lesbian sex one of it? Lekha’s
heartbeat started to storm to a great speed. She really did not know how she would
react if Prema indeed kissed her on her lips .. not the little peck between friends
but a deep and passionate kiss.

“Put away this shyness and tell me truthfully when I ask you.”
Lekha said,” okay” very softly.
“Good, tell me was he good in bed? Did he fuck well?”
“Yes … and yes,” Lekha murmured.
Premavathi smiled lewdly. “Hmm how many times have you two fucked?” she asked
crudely.
After a bit of hesitation Lekha asked in confusion,” you mean in your cottage?”
This horny slut has been humped by him elsewhere thought Premavathi. She was aware
her questioning was getting her pussy wet. Was it the same for Lekha too she
wondered? She let go of Lekha’s head but she placed her hand on thigh and gently
caressed it in circles. Prema saw Lekha’s body shiver slightly. Was Lekha getting
as excited as her. Lesbian sex was not completely new to Prema. She had that
experience when in college but that was not something that she craved for. It was
just something kinky to try out. She had already tried a threesome, that is she
with two young hot males but never a threesome where she and a woman have sex with
one man. For Prema sex has to be experienced in all ways. She didn’t believe in
rebirth so she believed if we miss the chance in this life then one is going to
miss it forever. Prema’s eyes scanned Lekha up and down. This is a juicy piece of
cunt, she is also craving for hot sex mmm… maybe it would be good to try this
fantasy out with her.
“Did you have sex with him in your house? In your bed that you share with your
husband? Prema felt a thrill in her pussy when she asked this. In spite of having
fornicated with numerous lovers she had never done this in her own bed. She felt
her pussy lips open and close at this thought. How exciting it would be to see her
husband sleep peacefully in ignorance on the very same bed she had just been
thoroughly pumped by her lover a few hours before. Unfortunately, this had to
remain as just a fantasy. There was too much risk involved as there were too many
servants around in the house at all times.

To Premavathi’s disappointment Lekha answered,” No, never in this house.”

“Then where?”
“In his car a few times… after that you helped out by lending your place.”
That is something else I’ve never done Premavathi thought, I’ll have to try that
out too.
“Was he so desperate that he fucked you in the car itself when he first took you
out?”
“You’re terrible Prema, you are asking me all these details. I’m feeling very
awkward.”
“Common Lekha what is there between friends, if you want I’ll tell you about my
first adulterous fuck experience. We women who are brave enough to seek our own
pleasure should not be embarrassed about it. We should be proud that we believe our
body belongs only to us and we have the right to share it with whoever we want.”
Lekha had never thought about it in these terms. Prema is right. My body belongs to
me only. Even the law now says without my agreement even my husband doesn’t have
the right to have sex with me. If only I can make every decision about my body then
why can’t I decide who I want to have sex with. Just because of the mangal sutra my
husband wore on my neck does it give him sole right to decide how that body can be
used. Lekha felt a little bit easier in her mind now. I will sacrifice all other
things for my husband’s political career but I have the right to seek pleasure
through whoever give that to me in abundance.

“Well no, the first time we didn’t have sex.” Lekha thought for a second then
said,” By that I mean there was no copulation but there was heavy petting
involved.”
“Hmm,” Prema smiled,” What did he do? Did he do this?” Prema suddenly gave a quick
press on Lekha’s boob.”
“Hey Prema, what are you doing,” Lekha protested as she gently rubbed where Prema
had pressed hard. Prema simply grinned at her. Lekha’s breast had been soft and
nice to press.
“Come on tell me all the dirty juicy details,” Prema said smiling broadly. Lekha
couldn’t help herself. She too smiled along with her friend. Her friend’s talk had
made her forget about her problems for the moment.
“He took my bra off and sucked my tits in the car itself.” Lekha’s tone was soft
and sexy. Prema started to get very horny. Her hand automatically went to her own
breast and started massaging it. Seeing this Lekha had a wicked desire to tease her
friend further.

Lekha started speaking huskily. Her tone was very suggestive of the forbidden
pleasure that she had enjoyed with her now dead lover.
“You know his fingers were doing circles around and playing with my navel as he
sucked hard on my nipples. He was so good at chewing softly on my tits that I
started leaking quite a bit.”
Lekha saw the earlier confident look on Prema face change to that of a woman who
was getting aroused. This was Prema’s weakness. She was an incurable slut who was
addicted to sex and who just happened to be born into a wealthy family. Maybe this
was inherited who knows. Her mother, grandmother or some ancestor may also have
been like this. In those days lewd behaviour would not have been as easy to hide as
it was for Premavathi now. A high-class woman then indulging in salacious behaviour
would have been a huge scandal at that time causing a lot of giggling and murmuring
between servants, in the know of their mistresses’ behaviour.

“He pulled my saree up to my hips and just plunged his thick fingers into my cunt.
I almost screamed out when he did that. He was a ruffian you know so he handled me
roughly, I’ve never been handled like that.”
A small moan escaped Prema’s lips. Lekha saw her wet her lips with her tongue.
Prema’s throat must be getting dry Lekha thought happily. The mood prevailing there
now had completely changed from a few minutes ago. The atmosphere was now sexually
charged. Lekha saw that Prema had her own (Prema’s) hand trapped between her thighs
which was pressed tightly together. Prema must be pressing her own hand against her
own pussy.
“Did you like how he handled you Lekha,” Prema asked not being able to recognise
her own voice by how she sounded.
“Yes, very much. He was finger fucking me hard but his fingers knew all the right
places to trigger my lust.”
“Oh god, yes,” Prema sighed out loud.
“Are you getting very horny Prema,” Lekha asked hoarsely. Prema didn’t really have
to reply. Lekha already knew the answer. The whites of Prema’s eyes had now
reddened in lust. Lekha liked this feeling of having control over her friend who
previously had always dominated her through the force of her personality.

“Open your buttons and take out your tits Prema, I know you want to.”
Prema hesitated, Lekha accurately knew the emotions she was in.
“Don’t be shy, nothing to be embarrassed about in sex,” Lekha repeated Prema’s own
words back to her. “I’ll tell you all the obscene details, you’ll love it.” Even
Lekha’s suggestive tone can be so erotic Prema realised but still Prema hesitated.
She realised that Lekha who had always deferred to her was now getting the
upperhand. The worse thing is she was feeling helpless to stop it. Lekha now did
something Prema never expected.
“This is not going to help you sitting like that,” Lekha said as she quickly undid
the buttons on Prema’s shirt, reached in and freed her breasts from her bra cups.
Prema’s nipples were erect and swollen showing how excited she was. Holding her
forefinger back by her thumb Lekha flicked out her finger to sting her friend’s
nipple.”
“Ssss..aww..” Prema moaned out. “idiot… idiot,” she scolded Lekha who simply
grinned at her.

“My nipples were even harder that day when Vinod was sucking it for the first time
than yours are now. Only that day I realised how thrilling it is if a man other
than your husband did such a simple thing as suckling on your breast. Was it the
same for you Prema? She asked in conspiratorial tone. We are such adulterous sluts
revelling in sharing the lewd details of our infidelity, Lekha thought to herself.
In wanting to excite Prema now she herself was deeply aroused recalling the vulgar
details of her crude behaviour with her lover. Her own hand reached inside her
blouse to pinch on her nipple.
“This is not fair, take out your tits too,” Prema cried out to Lekha.
Seeing her friends point Lekha unhooked her blouse and took out her own tits.
Lekha’s breasts were fuller than the older woman’s breast though both the pairs
were equally attractive. While these two high class married sluts were sitting with
their tits hanging out another important matter was developing elsewhere at that
very moment.

Gowranga was talking to Arun. Arun had been away without telling him but Gowranga
could not or rather didn’t want to question him about that. Not only he but some
other members of their gang were strongly suspicious that Arun was somehow involved
in taking out Vinod. Gowranga knew that Arun was upset with him for not supporting
him in getting his revenge for Arun’s brother’s death. Gowranga had other
priorities. He had to regroup, strengthen and seek the right time to make his move.
With Bogan’s death Balveer had become too powerful. If he had gone head on against
him a big struggle for control would have taken place. Balveer would have become
the likely winner and Gowranga’s own organisation may have been taken over by
Balveer. So, he tolerated everything. Balveer’s muscling in on his territory,
little by little, taking over some of his business. But all the time he was
watching, probing for weaknesses he could exploit. He didn’t come to this position
using brawn alone. For that there were plenty of men like the dead Bogan and the
still alive Arun. They were dispensable pawns normally easily replaced except for
some special fellows like the now dead Bogan of his gang and Vinod of Balveer’s
gang. It looks like he had misjudged Arun. He could possibly be good enough to
replace his brother to lead the others.

“Tonight, the money and shipment are going to be exchanged. This was always our
deal which Balveer had hustled into. Tonight, we take it back.” Arun was talking
emphatically.

“Are you ready for it? Are you confident we can succeed?” Gowranga asked.
“Yes, we can do it.”
“It would be disastrous if we mess this up. We can let this go but hit back later.”
“No boss, we have to do it now.” Arun had a feeling that Gowranga was losing his
ruthlessness. Maybe he was getting soft with too much of easy living. Most of the
men are now loyal to him especially when they suspected he was the one to kill
Vinod. They felt their honour had been redeemed by that revenge. Maybe the right
time will come when I get rid of Gowranga and take over the organisation.
“How many men would you need?”
“Most of our men. Balveer would not expect that we would strike back so quickly.
The surprise element is going to be our weapon,” Arun replied.
“Okay go ahead. You pull this off without any problems and I will officially name
you to replace your brother,” Gowranga promised.
Arun just smiled, a crooked smile. If he pulled this off and he is going to be big
in the eyes of his men not Gowranga.
They were aware that not only they but Balveer’s gang was currently under greater
surveillance by the security officer. Everything had to be planned out carefully.

Back in Lekha’s house, Prema’s skirt was pulled up to her waist. Her fingers had
pushed aside her panties and was on her pussy lips. Likewise, Lekha’s saree was
pulled up to her waist. Her panty was dangling around her left ankle. Her middle
finger was inside her pussy. Her cunt was covered by week old growth of pussy
hairs.

“Tell me Lekha what he did next,” Prema asked her voice dripping with lust.
 Episode 14

“Tell me Lekha what he did next,” Prema asked her voice dripping with lust.

While these two horny housewives were busy getting aroused speaking about Lekha’s
sexual exploits another horny couple were looking at each other and smiling in
exhaustion.

“Just one day has passed and yet I missed this already,” Mounika said as she
fondled Prakash’s greasy and now half erect cock. It was greasy because it had been
bathed by a mixture of their love juices.
Prakash leaned towards her and kissed her on her rosy lips. “I’ve been missing you
from the moment we parted, I’m just crazy for you.” he said looking into her eyes
with a mixture of love and lust.
Mounika kissed her young hunk once more, letting her tongue peek into his mouth,
being very happy to hear how much he needed her. She couldn’t still completely
believe how a virile, young and handsome man could crave her forty-eight years old
body, albeit the body was still svelte and sexy. But there were literally thousands
of much younger females whose body would also fit that description, so why me she
wondered. Was the added attraction because I’m married and he was successful in
seducing another man’s wife? That didn’t explain everything either. There are
plenty of gorgeous and sexy married women in their twenties and thirties whom he
could have targeted. Mounika was certain that there would have been quite a few of
them who would have been ripe for seduction by a charming and handsome hunk like
Prakash. This thought though made her feel jealous and she was so happy he chose
her over others for whatever reason. The only person who would have regretted
Prakash’s decision, if he had known about it of course, would have been Jayakar. If
not for this decision by Prakash, his wife’s faithful married pussy would not have
been violated by another man’s cock.

Mounika traced her fingers on his cheek with love and asked,” Why darling, I’m an
old woman, why are you crazy about me. There are so many beautiful young women
around, even married ones if that is your motivation, why me?”
Prakash nuzzled his face into her slender neck as he spoke. “Why do we fall for a
particular person when so many others equally attractive are around? That’s because
there is an instant connection. Every time you see that person your heart skips a
beat, just inexplainable.” He kissed her neck letting his tongue lick her wet
flesh. As he spoke his cock in her hand had sprung back up ready to go again.
“The appetite for sex of youth, how am I going to manage this,” Mounika thought to
herself, her body shivering at the prospect of more pleasure from her ardent young
love.
“If I could only send my mom away for a few hours now, we can have another
leisurely round.”
Only now Mounika came to her senses. Good god Divya would be waiting for me she
worriedly thought. Mounika was shaken up. Lust had made her forget the purpose of
this visit. Here she was in Divya’s son’s embrace with the son’s thick semen slowly
leaking out from her pussy and the mother was not more than thirty meters away. Not
only that the semen flowing out reminded her of the other danger. What if Prakash’s
virile little buggers succeeded in reaching her egg and knocked her up? I should
have waited another day to be certain to be safe, why was I so itchy that I had to
be laid today itself she cursed her own weakness. She had always been a restrained
and fastidious woman and now Prakash is making her behave like a lovesick wanton
woman. She didn’t realise how true her assessment of herself was because all this
while her dainty fingers were absentmindedly stroking his rock-hard large cock.
Prakash pulled her nipple into his mouth and started sucking it.

Mounika grabbed his head and pulled it off her breast. Her erect nipple was pulled
out from his mouth with an audible plop. She almost laughed on seeing the
disappointment in his face. “Listen, we’ve got to talk first, it’s important.”
Prakash was in a different mood. His fingers entered her cunt still spewing out his
semen and started rubbing inside her honey pot. His thumb quickly located her
swollen clit and rubbed in circles around it.
“Hnngg…Hnngg… listen baby, listen, sss…,” Mounika pleaded battling his taunting of
her willpower to resist him and her own desires that were urging her to give in to
him.
Prakash locked his lips with her to eat any words she attempted to mutter. Her
eyelids closed as she lost herself in the passionate liplock. His tongue probed
inside her sweet mouth and she was helpless but to welcome its invasion of her
mouth. The pleasure that his fingers was causing to build up in her had also made
her grip his large pole harder. Her stroking of his cock became faster as the
pleasure rose within her. Somehow she forced herself to grip his wrist and prevent
the hand that was busy in her pussy from moving.

She forcibly pulled his head off and pleaded,” darling please listen to meee….
Oohh….”
She may have stopped his hand from moving by holding his wrist tight but could not
stop his fingers from wriggling inside her wet hole. “No honey, stop it… what are
you doing… aww….”
“I’m getting you ready to fuck me,” Prakash grinned mischievously.
“No no your mother’s waiting, we have to talk.” Mounika’s voice was a deep groan.
Prakash looked at her luscious red lips as she spoke. “Okay but suck my cock
first.”
“You buffalo don’t be stubborn, I will always be there for you my darling baby,
I’ll do it as many times as you want but not now.”
“Please Mouni just for a little while my cock is aching for your mouth,” Prakash
was like an adamant child. Also, this was the first time he had called her Mouni
like his mother would. She liked it when he called her like that.
“Please listen Prakash, we need to talk first.”
“Please,” he said again with a puppy dog look.
That look not only pulled at her heart strings but also caused a pleasant stirring
in her groin.

He won’t listen till he get’s his way she knew that very well. Without another word
she went down to his lap. His wet cock was pointing straight to her lips. She knew
that the wetness was both her secretion and his life fluid. Without hesitation she
opened her mouth wide and wrapped those sexy red lips around his shaft. She bobbed
her head up and down rapidly, surprising him with her vigour. He moaned loudly as
pleasure shot through him. She pulled his foreskin completely back as she suckled
on that massive stalk. She was getting horny too but after a minute she tried to
pull his cock out from her mouth but he would nit let her. Finally after sucking
him for almost three minutes she was able to prise her lips away from his hot
manhood.
“Okay, can we talk now,” She looked at him with mock anger.
When he said okay to that she was both pleased he was finally listening to her and
a little disappointed he didn’t insist on fucking her. But he had other ideas. He
pulled her up to sit on his lap with her thighs over his and pushed his cock inside
her pussy. This had the effect of squishing out some of his semen that was still in
her cunt.
“Ahh.. aww… what are you doing you idiot,” she scolded him but her moist love
tunnel eagerly gripped on to his pleasure pole. What a mess we are making Mounika
thought to herself. What would the servants who cleaned up his bed tomorrow would
think.
“You wanted to talk, now talk,” Prakash said as he held her by her hips and easily
pulled her in and out.
“Anngg… anngg… Your mother … ohhh… Is proposing…. Ahh .. ahh. Baby… something for
hhuhhu uhhuhhu.. your marriage.”
Prakash had a devilish look on his face. He was greatly enjoying her struggle to
speak.
“How am I going to tell him,” Mounika groaned to herself as she rode his rod.

Over in Lekha’s house, both Lekha and Premavathi very equally aroused.
“Tell me Lekha what he did next,” Prema asked her voice dripping with lust.”
“He asked me to come with him to the back seat. I was certain he was going to fuck
me there.”
“So, did you?” Prema asked eagerly.
“No, I refused.”
“But why? You went there to be fucked didn’t you,” Prema was bewildered.
“I didn’t want him to think of me as being cheap, giving in fully the first time
itself.”
“Bullshit,” was the exasperated reply from the lustful housewife Prema. “What does
it matter what fellows like that think. We are not going to fall in love with them,
we are just going to use their cocks for our own pleasure.” As far as Premavathi
was concerned that’s they were, just a piece of meat to be used and discarded. In
reality she had very little respect for the men who pleasured her. She had become
so annoyed with Lekha’s answer that she had stopped rubbing her clit.

“No, I wanted him to fuck me too, I just wanted to pretend as if I am reluctant. I

expected that he would insist and force me but I was so surprised and disappointed
when he didn’t”
Now Premavathi got interested again. “Did you have that much of the hots for him?”
“Oh yes, we’ve been chatting over a month. We had so many hot conversations. I lost
count of the number of times I had fingered my pussy imagining Vinod shoving his
large cock inside me. I was so looking forward to the day it would become a
reality.”
“Had he shown you his cock before that?” Prema asked with excitement.
“Yes, he did,” Lekha said recalling the day she first set eyes on his magnificent
tool.
“How??”
“That rogue sent me a video clip of some bitch giving him a blowjog.”
“Oooo that’s so nasty and vulgar,” Premavathi said but the excited smile on her
face indicated the thrill she felt on hearing this.
“Yeah but that bastard had made me leak copiously on seeing that smutty video. I
was so jealous of that bitch it should have been my mouth gobbling his cock. I was
desperate to see it for real.”

Any ordinary people listening to these women would have been shocked that these
women could speak so vulgarly. Their opinion of high society housewives would have
changed forever. Their language was as coarse as that of roadside whores.
“So, did he show his pecker to you that day?”
“More than that he made me unbuckle, unzip and take his dick out. Ooo.. it was so
hot and throbbed in my hand.”
Prema started putting two fingers into her cunt again and so did the other ‘chaste’
housewife Lekha. “How big was it? Prema asked swallowing her saliva.
“Big, very big.”
“I know you hot slut,” Premavathi said calling her friend a slut for the first
time. To be fair to Premavathi that was an apt description of Lekha. For that
matter that description would suit her even more than Lekha. “How big … that is how
many inches was that piece of meat.”
“How would I know I didn’t take a measuring tape along with me.” Both the women
laughed when Lekha said this.
“We don’t have to. Men will always boast about how large they are to their women. I
sometimes think that the first thing they do when they become a young adult is to
measure their length and girth.” Lekha was very amused by these words from Prema.

“Vinod did not. He didn’t have to boast. He was confident that the sight of his
cock would be arousing for any women. It had to be over eight inches and quite
thick.” These two women were so unaware of their own shallowness. Just like the men
they too were just as curious as the men to know the size of their lovers’ tools.
“How did you know that then?”
“Well Rakesh is six inches, Rakesh actuallu told me that. I made a mental
comparison between them based on that,” Lekha said telling Premavathi of her
husband’s vital dimensions.
“Oh, Rakesh is six inches,” Prema said her voice belying her surprise,” my
Yokeshwar barely touches five. These two floozies were unabashedly talking about
their husband’s private part measurements.

Premavathi has had experience with men who were just that size, six inches that is.
There were especially two men she remembered who had given her immensely
pleasurable and satisfying sex. In fact, they were better than quite a few men who
were bigger hung then them. Some men with bigger cocks had only caused pain and
disappointment. Premavathi was very aware of women’s sexuality. A women’s sexual
passage is only about three and a half inches or so. Even when they become
extremely aroused it may expand to not more than double that. So, anyone who is
equipped to be around seven inches would be already likely hitting on the women’s
cervix. Anything more is surplus to requirements. Besides the woman’s pleasure
spots are located much higher in the passage, within easy access, even to fingers.
It was just that the sight of a very large pleasure pole was visually stimulating
to many women. In some cases, it was frightening too.

“What else did you do after you took it out.”

“What else I started stroking his cock. My fingers were just about able to wrap
completely around that hot flesh.”
Premavathi felt a shiver run through her, listening to her friend describe to her
about her friend’s lover’s cock. What a pity he got murdered. Maybe she would have
been tempted to give him a try too. Just like the men who got a thrill in stealing
another man’s wife, tearing into with their cock into a pussy that belonged to
another man, so too women too get a thrill when they cheated on their men. Not only
because they were indulging in something forbidden and lewd but the thrill of
putting one over their husbands. Sitting demurely and having a normal conversation
with their husbands while feeling in their cunt the wetness of their lover’s hot
seed that had spurted inside not long ago was a different kind of thrill. Some of
the more nasty women among them like Premavathi would like to go further and seek
to have sex with their husband’s that night itself. Describing how their
unsuspecting husbands had eaten their pussy when the next time their lovers were
humping them would result in a more terrific orgasm, both for them and their
lovers. The poor husbands would be totally unaware that their ‘faithful’ wives’
lovers would be mocking them contemptuously as they ploughed their cocks into their
wives eager and willing cunts. These lewd and bawdy thoughts running in her mind
made Pemavathi’s fingers move faster in and out of her hot sheath.

“What did you do then? Premavathi’s questions now were accompanied by her soft
moans and so were the replies from Lekha.
Vinod’s body still lay in the morgue as the investigations were still ongoing. He
could never become aware that two high society bitches were getting off thinking
about his cock that was now lying limp on his thigh.
“What else, I took it in my mouth. It was so good to suck. Sshhhhaaa…” Lekha’s
fingers were working faster on her slit.
“You enjoyed sucking it Lekha, mmm… mmm… what a bitch you are sucking a stranger’s
cock the first time he showed it to you.”

“Ahh..ahhh.. I’m getting close Prema,” she said as she saw her friend’s hand also
moving rapidly inside her wet slit. “I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth.”
“We are both the same type of sluts Lekha, I like to make my lovers squirm by using
my mouth too.”
“hhmm.. hhmm… Sucking a lover’s cock is so much more exciting then my husband’s.”
“I know the feeling,” Premavathi agreed with her.
“He swelled and throbbed in my mouth as he shot his load….AAahhhhh.” Lekha came at
the same time as she said that closing her eyes as she let the waves of pleasure
wash over her body. She heard a loud moan at the same time. She smiled to herself.
Prema was also having her orgasm at the same time.

It was another twenty minutes later when Premavathi was back to her normal self and
was about to leave Lekha’s home.
“Wait another two weeks Lekha, I’ve got a prime piece of meat, just twenty-five and
eight and a half inches of delicious thickness. He’ll help you forget Vinod.”

“You are ready to share Prema?” Lekha asked with interest.

“Yes, sharing in a way, he’s going to do both of us together.” Premavathi had not
touched Lekha today nor had Lekha touched her but she wanted to go through her
fantasy of female, male, female threesome with Lekha as her choice. Today was just
for them to get used to seeing each other naked and get excited in seeing women
pleasuring themselves. Two weeks from now their fingers may not necessarily be
restricted to their own cunts.

Episode 15

Dharana and Vajendra were in deep conversation. “Lekha is not involved in Vinod’s
murder in any way, anyway that is the impression I got when questioning her,” said
Dharana to Vajendra.

“That is what I’m thinking too sir, first seeing her nervousness I thought maybe
she knew more than she is letting on but later listening to her I changed my mind.

“The nervousness Vajendra is just the fear that this would lead to her husband
finding out about her adultery.”

“That is what I don’t understand sir. These women like, Lekha and that Premavathi
have everything they want. More than that they have their husbands for their sexual
needs yet they sleep around with other men. At least this Lekha was sleeping with
Vinod alone but that Premavathi has even set up a love nest for her illict sexual
activities. That woman has got no morals, no shame,” Vajendra’s voice betrayed his
vehement disapproval of these two women’s behaviour.

Dharana laughed out annoying Vajendra further. He looked at Vajendra kindly.

Vajendra had the reputation for strictness and honesty. He was also socially very
conservative, quite straightlaced in his outlook and had set himself and believed
that everyone should have a high moral code of conduct. The pace at which societal
norms are evolving is sometimes very bewildering to him. He should have been born
fifty years before this Dharana thought to himself with amusement.

“Things are not like before Vajendra, don’t let that affect you too much. Behaviour
of men and women are going to be changing even more rapidly in the near future.
Getting upset about it is not going to help.”

“Why sir, why should it be so. To be honest this is the first case that I am
dealing with that involves people in high level of society and frankly I find their
behaviour disgusting.”

This is simply the way he is, Dharana concluded, he is not going to change his
views so he decided to change the subject. “Really, you didn’t have any cases
involving rich people before?”
“Yes sir, my earlier cases involving human relationships were all related to people
in the middle and lower classes of society. It would be someone who causes problems
to the girl’s family because of one sided love, or a girl eloping with the wrong
type of men who after using her sells her to prostitution, things like that.”

“I see. You never came across any case where a person cheated on the spouse?”

“There was sir but usually it would be complaint against the man for negligence of
the family because he had illegally set up another family.”

Are you sure? No cases where women in the middle classes who cheats on her
husband?”

Vajendra was uncomfortable in this line of questioning by his ACP. “There were
cases sir where in one case the stupid woman eloped with her lover leaving her
husband and children behind. In another extreme case the woman along with her lover
murdered the husband and disposed of the body, of course they were caught. But at
least sir even in these cases we could understand to a certain level their reasons
for action. The women though completely wrong, had at least fallen in love and had
therefore fallen prey to the men. These high society women are doing it just for
fun.”

“Things have changed and is continuing to do so Vajendra. It’s not only rich people
but even more and more people in other levels of society are getting involved in
casual relationships.”

“I can see that sir, that what’s painful to see. Why is this happening more
frequently nowadays?
Dharana could see that Vajendra was perplexed.

“Society has changed Vajendra. There had never been opportunities like now for bad
behaviour to happen. Joint families are rapidly diminishing and no older people at
home like some sort of moral guardians. Those days all the neighbours knew each
other so no one would dare do anything illicit in their own homes, nowadays a lot
of families live in flats and apartments were our neighbours are strangers to us.
Man and wife both go to work and when they return in the evening go straight inside
their house being too tired to socialise.”

Vajendra nodded seeing the validity of his ACP’s points. “I understand sir but then
why should they still cheat on the person they love and got married to.”

“Look around you Vajendra, see how people’s behaviour has changed. Those days men
and women were rarely friends or got to socialise together. Even if they were, when
they meet they would stand a few feet away when greeting each other. Nowadays a hug
is an accepted way of greeting between close friends. Women have become
desensitized to the touch of a man other than their husbands. Agreed in most cases
it is a very innocent and sincere greeting between close and true friends but in a
few cases it is misused by men who have other motives.”

Vajendra was listening intently to what Dharana was saying. Seeing the
concentration on Vajendra face Dharana smiled to ease the tension.

“I’m not saying I’m absolutely right in every ting I’m saying, it’s just my
conclusion based on my personal observations and understandings.”

“You can see Vajendra it’s so easy for even strangers to become friends because of
the social medium. This could never happen before. So many women become trapped
here. Many start a casual friendly communication with men whose background and
motives they hardly know. Their intention is merely to have a friend and nothing
more than that. This is where it gets dangerous when the man has other intentions
in this. A man and a woman getting opportunity to spend a lot of time together is
oftentimes very dangerous, even if that time is at a distance and is only through
their mobiles or computers. More often than not eventually they’ll end up meeting
in person.”

Dharana was more worldly wise in this type of matters. He has seen way more than
Vajendra on these things happening then Vajendra has.
“If that man can carry on an interesting and humorous communication a natural
liking and closeness develops. The next dangerous phase is eventually the two will
start sharing personal issues. The woman involved in this is usually but not always
someone who is neglected, who has a lot of free time or who is bored and looking
for some excitement in life. There are plenty of men who are sexual predators whose
ultimate goal is getting those women into their beds. If the woman happens to be
married then the conquest is doubly thrilling. Now this is happening in all levels
in society.”
“So Vajendra not just the woman is to be blamed but also the men.”

“I know sir, and it is so sad. These women either seek on their own or are pushed
into seeking pleasure from someone else.”

“The funny thing is Vajendra, half the time the seducers are no better lovers than
their own husbands or boyfriends. It is just the thrill of it and the sinful nature
of the sex makes it seem more enjoyable than it actually is.”

Vajendra just shook his head as if he was having difficulty in wrapping his mind
around it.

“Anyway, we have digressed much from the case. We can almost rule out Lekha’s
husband Rakesh as being involved in this. We have been observing him for one week
now and he seems to be busy with his party duties and he seems relaxed, smiling and
happy. Not at all like a man who is aware his wife had been having sex with another
man without his knowledge.”

“Yes sir, also Lekha really didn’t know much about Vinod and she definitely had
nothing to do with his murder. She was so relieved sir when you finally told her
that we would try our utmost not to drag her involvement with Vinod into the case.”

“She was, wasn’t she,” Dharana smiled. “No point in getting her marriage into
trouble unnecessarily. We can’t be acting like the moral security officer. She’s
not the first and certainly won’t be the last wife to cheat on her husband. But the
people who murdered Vinod knew about the affair. They have used this to kill him.
They must have observed his routines for a long time. Probably this was the only
place he went on a set routine, all alone and to a lonely place. His lust in
wanting to sleep with a high society woman has cost his life.”

“What about Manohar sir, would he have hired someone to kill Vinod thinking he had
slept with his wife?”
“No highly unlikely. Padmavathi is probably sleeping with half a dozen men. If he
needed to eliminate his wife’s lovers he would have a few more murders to go.
Premavathi’s involvement is also only incidental. It was just that her place was
used for the sexual rendezvous.”

“So, this was no lead at all, we are back to square one.”

“Vinod was a criminal. He was suspected of killing almost a dozen men. I’m not too
bothered about solving his murder Vajendra. My concern is it does not start a gang
war and create danger for the public and a headache for us. We need to see that
this is contained.”
“But still we need to solve this if we can shouldn’t we?”

“We will certainly try Vajendra. It’s been just about a week since the murder but
already there is no reports on this in the media. Typical isn’t it. In these fast
times of instant news this murder is already something of the past and is not in
the people’s attention.”
“So, what do we do now sir?”

“We keep a tight watch over both Balveer and Gowranga gangs. My hunch is it has
somehow gang related to them. We are at a dead end, hope something breaks open.

Prakash and Mounika were fucking in a sitting position. He grabbed her rounded soft
buttocks and pulled her in as close to his body as possible. His hard cock was
pushed into her till no part of his stalk was visible outside. Her breasts were
pressed splashed on to his muscular chest. Mounika had both her arms fully around
his neck. They kissed passionately. Every now and then lips parted from each other
a couple of inches before they enjoined once more with their tongues leading the
way. Their sloppy kiss causing a generous exchange of saliva. Mounika could feel
his cock twitch in her wet sheath that gripped it tightly milking it. There was
just unadulterated lust in her now. Lust for the virile young hunk of a man. Lust
for the untold amount of pure pleasure his hard flesh was causing to flood her
whole body.

She buried her face in his neck and spoke to him. She was panting and her words
came in short gasps. “Your mum wants you to marry Sandhya.”
Prakash enjoyed the sounds of her moans as he pulled her in and out by her fleshy
buttocks. “I want you more than your daughter.”
Mounika licked his neck and then nibbled it. “I want you to be mine too not my
daughters.”
“Are you jealous of your daughter baby.”
“I’ll be jealous of whichever girl who is with you.”

They continued to fuck furiously. He quickly turned her over so that he was on top
of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him against her soft body.
She relished lying crushed beneath the manly body of her lover. Every time his not
pole slid in and out of her wet honey pot a bit more of her body and soul became
his to command.

“Fuck me honey.. fuck me always. No matter who is your wife I want to be your fuck
doll.”
Mounika was beyond caring if her loud moans can be heard by his mother. “Is it okay
with you if I marry Sandhya?”

Their bodies rubbing against each other was pushing their joy higher and higher.
“Do you want to marry my daughter?” Mounika asked in surprise as Prakash had never
indicated any such interest before.
“Yes, because it gives me the opportunity to be with you without raising
suspicions.”

Mounika was in heaven because Prakash’s interest in any woman, even her own
daughter was because of Prakash’s desire to be with her. But her motherly instinct
was also in place.
“I don’t want my daughter to have a loveless married life. I know the loneliness
first hand.”
Prakash bent down and took her nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard a few times.
“mmhhaa.. mmhhhaa…” Mounika gasped and moaned. Her slammed into his waist fast a
few times.
“You think your daughter is not going to be happy with me,” he grinned.
Knowing he was mocking her she bit him lightly on his cheek. “I’m not talking about
sex, I know she’ll be in heaven, just don’t neglect her.”
“No, I won’t neglect her and you.” She was thrilled that she was always going to be
a part of his plans.

There was no more time for words, only time for moans and cries of pleasure. He
fucked fast and frantically knowing they had already taken too much time. Prakash
was all humps, grumps and sweat and Mounika was all, kisses, shrieks and claws. He
waited for her to come in shuddering joy and he followed suit soon after in filling
his possibly future mother in law. Mounika and Prakash dressed up quickly. Mounika
waited for a while till the flush in her face was not obvious. They had a quick
passionate kiss before going downstairs to meet Divya.

Divya looked at Mounika anxiously wanting to know the result of their discussion.
She had been losing patience as they had taken a little over three quarters of an
hour. Little did she realise that she had been standing guard for her son and her
friend to have a fantastic fornication session.

“So Mouni, what did he say,” she asked with trepidation.

“Your son has filled me with happiness,” she smiled. “Two times to be exact,” she
thought to herself impishly.
Divya’s face too brightened in happiness. “You are okay with this,” Divya asked her
son happily.
“It was much more than okay,” Prakash said looking at Mounika meaningfully. Mounika
blushed knowing what he really was meaning.

“What?” his mother asked in confusion.

“No Ma, I meant I’m more than okay with the suggestion but it would only be with
Sandhya’s full acceptance. No one should force her.”

“You meet her, get to know her well, she’ll definitely not be able to resist you,”
Divya said very confident in her son’s charm and good looks.

“Even a married lady like me couldn’t resist him Divya, how would my daughter be
able to do so,” Mounika mused.

It felt strange to her that she was preparing to share Prakash with her daughter.
Or rather truth be said after her daughter’s marriage to Prakash she still wanted a
share of her daughter’s husband. A dirty thought entered her mind. The same cock
that enters her daughter’s vagina would also be invading hers. That lovably rascal
Prakash would probably relish that. Rather than some unknown woman taking Prakash
as her own at least let it be her daughter. Maybe her jealousy won’t be so great
then. When her own flesh and blood carries Prakash’s progeny she would at least
vicariously feel she was carrying it herself.

The subject of the three people’s thought and discussion was right at that moment
was on all fours on the edge of a bed. Sandhya’s lover, Rajesh was standing on the
floor and holding her hips as he slammed his condom covered cock into her pussy.
This was their second round of sex. His cock though not as impressive as Prakash’s
was still more than adequate in giving her pleasure.

“Come on baby, fuck me, fuck hard,” She exhorted her lover’s further efforts.
Rajesh was slamming in his cock as hard as he could. Her cunt lips were being
dragged in and out as he fucked this libidinous rich bitch. Sandhya had been this
highly aroused because of her suspicion that her mother was getting another piece
of hard meat on the side. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine who it could be
that was plunging his penis into her mother’s cunt as Rajesh’s cock went in and out
of her pussy. She tried to think of the most handsome men in her parent’s circle of
friends. Nobody less would have been able to seduce her mom.

Could it be uncle Gautham? Maybe uncle Sanjay? She couldn’t really guess. Maybe it
was just a call boy? Nah, her mother won’t go so cheap. Besides she was still so
beautiful that she could have a pick of any man she wants, even young men. Oh yes,
maybe that is it, the thought stuck in her. Maybe her mother’s lover was much
younger to her. This was so deliciously dirty. Imagine a young virile hunk fucking
her mother and her mother making love to that man very passionately. That very
thought sent Sandhya into a minor orgasm. Maybe somebody as young as Rajesh. Now
who among the people they know has that potential. Could it be that … Prakash… God
he was so handsome. She even felt a little jealous if it was to be him. She was
attracted to Prakash but he had showed no interest in her. She imagined Prakash
shoving his large cock into her mom’s pussy as she was in the same position she was
with Rajesh now. Of course, he would have a large and juicy one, she imagined. The
manliness and virility he exuded suggested that as to be obvious. Imagine her
mother moaning and spasming as Prakash fucked her. Sandhya closed her eyes as she
shook violently in a massive orgasm. Rajesh who had been holding off with
difficulty for some time now gratefully shot his own semen into the condom. He
didn’t realise it then his dreams of making Sandhya fall in love with him and marry
him was going to remain just that. That is only a dream.

Episode 16

Narcotics team was secretly surveying the Balveer gang. They had got a tip off that
there was a big drug deal going on tonight. The city and its surroundings had a
large coastline which was difficult to patrol. The coast guards have been told to
monitor but not intercept any suspicious boat activities. They are only to indicate
the spot where the goods (drugs) are to be unloaded. The security officer needed to
catch them in the act. The homicide division is also getting involved with the
narcotics team because of a murder of one of the powerful henchmen of a notorious
gang. The security officer keeping watch reported unusual activity taking place
from Balveer organisation’s main hothouse. Two jeeps of four men had left the place
at around 12.45am.

Vajendra spoke to Dharana who was with DCP Paul at that time. “Sir two jeeps of men
from Balveer’s gang have left and are being followed sir.”

“Are these the only people going? Are all their other known hangouts being
monitored?” Dharana asked.

“Yes sir, there are no other activites except this. Our information is very
reliable, today there is going to be drugs worth many crores in street value that
is going to be smuggled in.”

“The commissioner has assigned a large force from the narcotics division for this
seize and capture raid, make sure your men assist in this too,” DCP Paul
instructed.

“Yes sir, ten of our men have joined forces with the narcotics team. Additional
road blocks will be set up once the Balveer’s gang members have gone past. We don’t
want to stop them going to the drug deal place, we need to capture them after it is
done and they are on their way back. We need to follow them to see where their
illegal warehouse is,” said Dharana.

“Make sure the men are properly armed and attired, I’m afraid there maybe exchange
of gunfire but see that it can be avoided as far as possible,” said a concerned
DCP.
Both Dharana and Vajendra saluted the DCP and left hurriedly. Meanwhile the leader
of the group of men in one of the jeeps received a message.

“Are the security officer following you?”

“Yes.”
“Good, lead them on a merry chase.”
Balveetr’s gang was very aware that there had been a tip off and that they are
being monitored. Their phone calls are also being tapped, hence the messaging from
phones whose numbers are not known to the security officer. A group of four men had
been staying each in a different lodge for the past one week just getting ready for
this smuggling in of drugs. They did not have any communication or visit to the
known hangouts of their organisation. Each had a portion of the money that is to be
handed over for the drugs. One man had picked up another from the lodge he was
staying and they had left in two cars in half an hour interval by around 10 pm
itself. When the two jeeps left Balveer’s main hangout and led the security officer
to a different direction, these men in the two cars were already in the place where
the drugs would be delivered. Balveer was already congratulating himself on the
clever diversion and successful (so far) carrying out of his plan. If only Vinod
was alive I would be more certain of the success, he told himself wistfully.

“Boss fantastic boss,” Arun’s man whispered to him as they were watching the two
cars parked hidden from view.

Unknown to Balveer Arun had been watching him much longer. He had seen the four
men, who Arun knew to be Balveer’s most trusted men (and were there when his
brother was killed and his niece was bangd) leave separately. He had each of them
followed and when they each took up residence in a lodge separate from each other
he confirmed to himself that something was up. His hunch proved to be right. Now he
along with six of his men were ready to ambush Balveer’s men and rob them of their
goods. They would kill these four men and in a way get their revenge for Bogan’s
death. Arun had already planned to have the dead men loaded on to fishing boats
owned by their gang and the bodies to be weighed down and disposed at sea leaving
no traces behind and hence no investigations. Now they had to be patient. Wrong
move and it can become a disaster. They lay hidden and watched the men in the two
cars silently.

Two very elated women were back home before lunch. Both mother and daughter had
just had very satisfying sex. Each of them had been fucked by their lover two
times. There was only one difference. The daughter only had two orgasms while the
mother enjoyed four. When Sandhya returned home her mother was just coming down the
stairs. It looked like she had just taken a shower. Her mother had already taken a
shower in the morning so why again?

“Did you just come mummy?” Sandhya asked Mounika.

“Yes dear, I went to see Divya aunty and just got back.”

Divya aunty again. Wasn’t that the same excuse her mother gave her father on the
day she suspected her mother was elsewhere with a secret lover thought Sandhya to
herself.

“You look tired, where were you? Mounika asked her daughter.
“Just out with my friends’ mom, it was very hot and humid out there, let me take a
shower and I’ll be down for lunch,” she told her mother.
“Okay, come as quickly as you can, I need to talk to you about something
important,” Mounika told her.
I already come twice mum but not very quickly,” Sandhya told herself naughtily,”
how many times did you come? Sandhya looked wonderingly at her lovely mother.
Whoever that lucky bastard was he surely has got a beauty of a woman she thought
not without a tinge of jealousy about her mother.
“If it’s important, go ahead mom, I’m listening.”
“No, you take your shower first, we’ll talk after lunch.”
“Will daddy be joining us?”
“No, he’s busy and he said he will be back only late in the evening.”

Sandhya thought pitifully about her dad. “You’re always so busy elsewhere dad, now
some other man is busy with your wife. Well it’s all your fault anyway.”
Sandhya went quickly to her room. She was feeling all sticky and sweaty. She was in
such a horny mood thinking that her mother was wallowing in cheating sex that her
own sex session was better than usual. She had lovingly sucked Rajesh’s cock,
squeezing hard just below the head of the cock to bring down his excitement
whenever she felt he was nearing his release. This way she had sucked her boyfriend
for nearly twenty minutes without letting him come. Usually she does a blowjob for
not more than five or six minutes. She would want Rajesh to pleasure her more than
she would want to pleasure him. But today was different. She had imagined her
mother to be in the same position as she was, that is on her hands and knees with
the face hovering over her lover’s groin. As she saw the expression on Rajesh’s
face as she gobbled his cock she imagined that the same type of expression will be
on her mother’s lover’s face (whoever it may be) as her mother luscious lips sucked
on her mother’s lover’s cock. For someone to seduce a gorgeous but respectable and
faithful housewife, the man must definitely must be built, probably bigger than
what is in my mouth right now she had thought as she sucked on Rajesh’s cock. She
didn’t realise that the extra pleasure she felt that day was because of her
fantasising. For a woman the mind was the most important stimulant for enjoying sex
not the size of the prick.

Sandhya had undressed as fast as she could and now stood under a cold shower. She
needed that in this afternoon to cool down her still heated body. The cold water
hitting her body caused pin pricks and goose bumps on her body. Seeing how bright
and cheerful her mother had been recently was surely a sign that she was getting
her pussy poked by someone else Sandhya reasoned. One woman can surely recognise
another sexually sated woman even if the men folks were oblivious to it. Even her
mother’s walk seemed to be different now if one was to very carefully note it.
There seemed to be a subtle sensuous sway to it. As if her mother was unconsciously
displaying her sexiness thereby indicating her readiness for mating. Her father may
miss the signal her mother is displaying unconsciously but whoever her mother’s
lover was, he would most certainly not miss it. Afterall this barely noticeable
subliminal manifestation of wantonness was for his benefit. As she took her bath
the images of her mother’s sensuous body writhing in pleasure below some muscular
hunk kept intruding into her mind. This was causing her cunt to get wet again. How
deviously sinful these thoughts were. How can she be so aroused at the thought of
her own mother fucking with some other man and cheating on her own father. Yet the
proof was her leaking cunt at those thoughts. The thought of her mother’s
licentious behaviour was causing waves of pleasure to run through her body as her
fingers lightly traced over her clit. How morally dysfunctional this family is
Sandhya mused. Or perhaps it was just her who fits that description. Was she hoping
that her mother was just as morally deficient as she was as far in the matters of
sex. Her mother was someone who was always looked up and respected by everyone but
because of her rebellious nature and indiscipline she was always looked down upon,
or so she felt. Now in a way she felt her mother was no better than her.

After having their lunch together mother and daughter sat together in the living
room to have a chat. Sandhya was wondering what it was that her mother wanted to
say. Even a thought that maybe her mother wanted to talk to her about the affair
she, her mother, was having. Maybe her mother felt she could reveal it to her not
because she was her daughter but as a woman to woman. But she immediately dismissed
that idea as not realistic. If at all her mother needed a woman to whom she wanted
to confess about her infidelity she would probably share it with a close friend
probably with someone she suspected or knew was also involved in an affair like
her. So, what is it that her mother wanted to say to her, Sandhya hoped it was not
going to be another lecture about her irresponsible behaviour? She waited patiently
for her mother to speak. Mounika looked at her daughter pensively. She was unsure
if what she was contemplating was right. Wasn’t it wrong to use her daughter for
her own ends She was planning on sharing her daughter’s husband. Would Prakash keep
her daughter happy? Right now, when he needed her he would also make it a point to
keep Sandhya happy too. What about later? What if he gets bored with her, has used
her body as much as he wanted to, then would he neglect Sandhya too? No point in
over analysing things she decided. She had made a decision it just needed to go
through with it. But she couldn’t quite shake off the nagging thought that she was
being hugely influenced by her own lust.

“Sandhya, it’s about your marriage. You are at the marriageable age and your father
and I are thinking seriously about it”
“Why this sudden decision mom? Both of you had not given any indications on this
before?”
“I understand baby but there has been a proposal for you and we would like to know
about your thinking on this.”
Sandhya was shocked, a proposal for her? This was news to her. Who could it
possibly be? “This is all of a sudden mom, I don’t know what to say.”
“We’re not going to force you Sandhya but if you already have anyone in mind you
can let us know now.”
Sandhya fleetingly thought about Rajesh. She could certainly do worse than that but
Rajesh was always a temporary distraction for her. She decided to hear out from her
mother on who the proposal was from before making her decision.
“No mother, I don’t have anyone in mind yet. Who is the proposal from?” she asked
curiously.

“You have met Aunty Divya’s son Prakash before, haven’t you, what do you think of
him?”
Sandhya felt a thrill run through her. “That handsome young devil, wow this is a
pleasant surprise,” she thought happily to herself. It didn’t escape her thoughts
that she had only recently contemplated Prakash to be as one of her mother’s
potential lover. This was way too kinky she decided.
“Yes, I’ve been introduced to him. He seemed very nice. Is the proposal from them?
Is he okay with this or is this purely his family’s idea?”
“His family are interested but I’ve also spoken to Prakash. He is okay with it
too.”
“Really mom?” Sandhya asked in surprise. Prakash had never shown any interest
before even though they have spoken socially a few times before.
“Yes dear, but we don’t want to rush things. We want both of you to spend time
together. See if you are compatible. I assure you there won’t be any pressure from
us.” Mounika was not sure of her own feelings on this. She wanted the decision to
be away from her own hands. Whatever the two young people decided would be okay
with her.

Sandhya was lying down on her bed thinking about what had just happened. Prakash’s
family was just as wealthy as hers. So, her lifestyle would not change or have to
be compromised. Besides, Prakash was dreamy, any girl would be ecstatic to have him
as her husband. Mounika was also deep in her thoughts. Things had moved faster than
expected. She had half hoped that her daughter would say she already had someone
else on her mind but her daughter seemed interested too. Which girl wouldn’t be
with a man like Prakash and if they knew his prowess in the art of love as she did
then they certainly wouldn’t leave him at all.

Episode 17

They were in a tight embrace, kissing passionately. She let his tongue probe her
mouth not for the first time. He had his hand inside her blouse as he was gently
squeezing her breast as he kissed her. The kiss lasted for a couple of minutes
before they came up for air. She did try to stop him from undoing the buttons of
her blouse but he could not figure out if it was just token resistance or that she
really wanted to prevent him from doing it. Anyway, he had succeeded in getting the
top three buttons undone. Her two mounds and the cleavage were visible to him
through the opening. The light milk with coffee coloured skin was very attractive
to see against the black bra she was wearing. Her cheeks reddened as she blushed
seeing the naked hunger in his eyes as his eyes devoured her exposed beauty.

Neela pulled Poorvith’s head up and by doing that his eyes too away from her
cleavage. “You are getting from bad to worse you know that,” she said with a smile.

“What can I do, you are so beautiful I can’t resist you,” he replied saying all the
right words that would melt her heart.

She looked at him lovingly. “Mr.Poorvith your eyes only seems to be staring at one
place so you only mean that is it, you rascal.”

“No Mrs Poorvith, you are beautiful all over, it’s just that I don’t get to see
your full beauty. You are too strict you know that.”

Him calling her Mrs. Poorvith gladdened her heart enormously but there was also a
tinge of fear. Can this actually become a reality? Would his family accept someone
like her, from a middle-class background, to be the daughter in law? Should she
have accepted the love of someone like him who was way above her station in life,
knowing the problems that could arise. Even if somehow Poorvith was very stubborn
and insisted to marry her, how would they treat her after the marriage. Would she
be verbally tortured or hurt by the family’s dismissive attitude towards her?
Surely their thinking would be is that she got her hooks on him because of his
wealth. That she was nothing but a gold digger. She truly loved Poorvith as a
person. He was caring and decent person. She wished that he too had been from a
middle-class background like her so that she could truly be happy without all these
fears and doubts.

“Poorvith, do you really think there is a future for us? I’m scared this cannot
happen, that I am just fooling myself.”

Seeing the deep concern in her eyes, he gently kissed her on her lips. “Darling,
don’t ever think that. I’m very serious about you and nothing is going to stop you
becoming my wife .. even if I have to forsake my family and renounce my
inheritance.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. She could see that this was genuine and not just words
spoken by him just to seduce her. “No, darling, that shouldn’t happen. You should
not become estranged from your family just because of me. That won’t make me happy
to see you suffer. I’d rather give you up that see you hurt in any way.

Once again his reason for loving her so much was reinforced. She was not like the
shallow social butterflies in his usual circle of lady friends. All they cared
about was shopping, partying and gossiping. From that group how many of them would
be sincere or true t their partners he did not know or care. Neela was different.
She was intelligent and caring person. The way she treated her patients in the
government hospital where she was doing her house surgency was proof of that. She
was empathetic to their suffering. She treated them with kindness. This was
precisely what had attracted him to her when he met her for the first time, not her
beauty, though she being a very good-looking woman helped too. He had represented
his business organisation on one of their charity cum publicity event in the
government hospital. They had sponsored food and other goodies for the very poor
and destitute patients undergoing treatment in the hospital. This was where he had
seen her first. What had got his attention at first was how attractive she was but
that alone would not have sustained his attention for long. He has been around
glamorous women all his life. He was not going to be smitten by looks alone but he
was impressed when he saw her interaction with the patients. No arrogance
whatsoever, always speaking with a smile on the face, listening to patients with
patience as they complained about what ailed them. What had started as friendship
soon turned to love.

“I will feel hurt and lost, only if you were not in my life,” he told her
sincerely.
“I love you so much Poorvith, I just don’t want you to be troubled.”
“You don’t worry Neela, nothing in this world can stop you from becoming my wife.”

Apart from all this another of Neela’s worries was her brother Vajendra. He had a
very poor opinion of the wealthy and their trustability. She was afraid that he
would raise objections too. She tried to forgot all this as Poorvith started
kissing her again. He soon had her bra pushed up and exposed her tits. He started
kissing and sucking on her nipple. This was as far as she had allowed him to go. He
took her hand and placed it on the swelling in his pants. She let him suck on her
boob as she squeezed his raging hardon. She let him carry on for another five
minutes before she brought a halt to it.

She adjusted her bra and put the buttons on back in her blouse. Okay baby, times up
I’ve got to go,” Neela said as she attempted to get out from the car.

“You are very wicked. You have no mercy for me,” he said looking at her pitifully.
Neela’s heart went out to him. She felt bad leaving him suffering like this. She
had been strict that nothing will take place till after their marriage. She could
at least have given him a handjob as he had begged her before but she still was
very shy. She had never gone to this extent with anyone before.

“I’m so sorry darling I’ve got to go to the ward. I’m already late,” Neela said as
she held his face in her two palms and gave him a loving kiss.
She got out from the car and leaned forward to the window to say bye. Her heart was
filled with love as she saw his face, filled with disappointment and his need for
her. “Bye, dear. I love you.” She gave him a dazzling smile as she walked away.
That smile was enough to wash away the longing in his heart. He drove off to his
office in a more cheerful mood than just a few minutes ago.

Everything had gone on better than expected for Arun. The exchanged had between the
smugglers and Balveer’s men had gone on smoothly. They waited for the smugglers
boat to sail away before they ambushed Balveer’s men. The element of surprise was
on Arun and his men’s side. They had sneaked up on Balveer’s men as they were
loading the goods in the booth of their cars. They shot two of the men before they
became aware of anything wrong going on. The sound of gunfire was muffled by the
thick cloth wrapped around the nozzle of their guns. The other two men surrendered
as they realised they were surrounded and out numbered and their assailants had the
drop on them. Two of Arun’s men drove off the already loaded cars belonging to
Balveer’s men to their own warehouse which happened to be not far away from that
spot. Arun called his own boat to come to the place where they were. They got
Balveer’s men to get the two dead bodies on to the boat. They were a few kilometres
off the shore before the other two Balveer’ men were also shot and killed. Their
bodies were weighed down and disposed of in the sea never to be found again.

Arun called Gowranga on his phone. “Everything went off better than expected. We’ve
highjacked their goods and have taken to our warehouse.”
Gowranga was very pleased. Arun was proving an able replacement for his brother
Bogan. Maybe he had made a mistake in underestimating him.
“Excellent, what about Balveer’s men?”
“They are taken care of. They’ve got a nice resting place in the seabed.”
“They can be retaliation from Balveer, we’ve got to be on the alert,” Gowranga
said, the worry evident in his voice.
How did this fellow ever become the boss of this organisation Arun thought to
himself? It was probably because of his brother Bogan. His brother had been with
Gowranga from the beginning as his crime organisation was taking shape. Bogan was
the bloody henchmen who kept the other men in line and led the violent campaign in
getting rid of Gowranga’s rivals and establishing Gowranga as the head. Bogan had
the raw courage and violence needed but not the brains. He was willing to play
second fiddle to Gowranga who was deemed the more intelligent and the one to deal
with corrupt officials, security officer and politicians.

“I’m not like my brother,” Arun thought to himself,” I’m not going to settle for
less than I deserve.” Arun thought of Gowranga as a weakling but he nevertheless
had to bide his time. There were still men loyal to Gowranga.

“Balveer won’t know what happened. His men are not going to come back to tell him
anything. We’ll completely break up their cars till there is nothing more than
scraps. For all we know he may even suspect his men had double crossed him and got
away with the drugs. He could suspect they had moved to another state even and
enjoying their ill-gotten loot.”

Arun knew without definitive evidence Balveer wouldn’t start anything but you can
never know with people like him. He needed to strengthen his own standing before he
can square up to the likes of Balveer.

Prakash was having a quiet lunch in a posh restaurant. He was in a very good mood.
He had just had very satisfying sex with Mounika that morning. That too in his own
bedroom with his totally unaware mother keeping guard for lovemaking session. That
this would carry on for quite sometime was certain now. He was confident he could
charm Sandhya so that he could continue to bed her mother. Mounika had been
especially passionate this morning. The pleasure of her sucking and the way her
tight cunt muscles milked his love pole still lingered on in his mind even now.

Prakash looked up from his food as some greeted him,” Hi, Prakash, fancy seeing you
here.”
He couldn’t immediately recognise the woman standing in front of him though her
face looked familiar.
“Don’t you remember me Prakash? Oh, how disappointing,” the woman pouted sexily.
Then it suddenly came to his mind. He had been introduced to her in one of the
parties but for the life of him he couldn’t remember her name. His mind had been
preoccupied with Mounika for him to pay attention to her.
“This is embarrassing, I can’t recall her name,” he mumbled to himself.
“Oh hi, aunty, sorry I was a little distracted,” Prakash tried to cover up his
embarrassment.
“Well won’t you ask me to sit down?” she said pulling up a chair even as he was
replying.
“Where’s my manners .. please, sit down aunty,” Prakash politely replied.
“Another thing, don’t call me aunty .. do I look that old?”
“No .. no of course not,” Prakash stammered.
“Just call me Premavathi .. better still just Prema,” she said smiling at him
brightly.

Premavathi was delighted to have chanced upon the handsome young son of Divya’s.
She just happened to have come for lunch there too. Prakash was very grateful that
she had voluntarily told her name because his mind was still a blank as far as her
name was concerned. Now that she told her name more remembrance came flooding back
to his mind. She was Mrs. Yogeshvar, a prominent businessman in the city. She of
the low-cut blouses and low hip sarees. She was fairly attractive woman though not
outstandingly so like his beloved Mounika.

“Sure Prema, sorry I didn’t recognise you at first.”

“It’s okay. Anyway, that’s better calling me Prema, being called aunty makes me
feel old.”
Prakash could only smile to that.
“If you don’t mind asking, how old are you now Prakash?” she asked impulsively.
“I’m 28, why do you ask?”
“See, I’m not much older than you, I’m 35,” she said reducing her age by three.
Prakash realised she was flirting with him. He got that sometime from older women
who seemed to be attracted to younger men. Though to be fair the opposite was also
true. Many younger men seemed to be fascinated with older women. He was a case in
point with Mounika.

“Would like to join me for lunch?” he asked her politely.

“Why thank you Prakash, I would be delighted.” This was the chance for her to get
friendly and close to him. She would have to use all her womanly wiles and charms
if she was to get him into her bed. She looked at him with hunger in her eyes like
a predator eyeing its prey.

Episode 18

DCP Paul was livid. The security officer had been led on a fruitless chase last
night. The Balveer’s gang members that they had been tracking had led them on a
wild goose chase. They had led them to a secluded beach side where they had parked
their vehicles and had sat there drinking. The security officer officers became
suspicious when it was nearing dawn but yet nothing happened. Balveer’s men had
laid down sprawled on the edge of the beach most of them half drunk. It finally
dawned on the security officermen waiting to ambush the criminals that this was
just a set up. The real unloading of drugs must have taken place elsewhere.

“What a waste of a night,” DCP Paul said furiously to ACP Dharana.

“They knew that we had been watching them sir, we’ve been made complete fools.”
Dharana felt great embarrassment along with the anger as he agreed to what his
superior officer said.

“It’s obvious that they knew and if so there must have been an informant from our
forces.”

“Yes sir, I think so too,” agreed Dharana.

DCP looked at Dharana thoughtfully. “Your man Vajendra knew about this operation,
what about him? Do you think he is trustworthy?”

Dharana was a little surprised that the DCP had asked him this, that the betrayal
could be from someone from his team. “I’ve known Vajendra only for the last few
months but from what I have observed I can say quite confidently that he is a very
honest man. Actually, I can say he has a strong moral streak in him.”

“So, you say you can vouch for him with certainty is it?” DCP Paul asked Dharana.

Dharana hesitated slightly. “As you are well aware sir, we can base our opinion on
what we have observed and on our judgement but it is impossible to say anything
with certainty.”
DCP Paul was aware that the question he asked Dharana was not very fair. Nothing is
ever certain in their line of work. In his years of experience, he has seen in some
cases that those who are seemingly the most trustworthy have turned out to be not
so. No one can simply put their neck on the line by vouching for any one with
certainty.

“It could also well be from someone from the narcotics division,” conceded DCP
Paul.
Dharana nodded his head in agreement. He certainly didn’t like or want any traitors
to be from his team.

“I have instructed our Cyber Unit to track all communications between all security
officer personnel involved in this operation. The Commissioner wants the details of
all their calls, messages and whatnot going back up to a year if necessary. All
their financial details are also to be tracked. We’ve got to get the culprit or
culprits.”

Dharana also knew without saying that he too would not escape this scrutiny. He was
not offended by it. He accepted it to be part and parcel of his job. He had got
another interesting bit of news recently from his men observing the three main
criminal organisations in the city. One of his men had reported that a prominent
gang member called Arun who had disappeared for sometime had recently reappeared.
He had instructed his men to find out more on this criminal and what he learnt had
made him ponder.

“Sir, Arun and five of his strong followers had gone missing from the 14Th of June
and only come back a few days ago,” reported his man to him.

The significance of that date was not lost on Dharana. That was the day after Vinod
was killed. “That’s interesting,” he had said,” can there be any strong motive on
this Arun’s part to kill Vinod apart from getting rid of a rival”

“We don’t know sir. He is actually the brother of Bogan who was Gowranga’s chief
henchman.”

“Wasn’t Bogan killed about more than a year ago,” He had asked recalling the
details he had read when going through the files of Gowranga organisation.

“Yes sir, that’s right,” his man had replied.

There had been suspicion in the security officer circles that Bogan’s death was
intergang related killing and the main suspicion was on the Balveer gang. Vinod was
Balveer’s most courageous and ruthless man and if Balveer was involved in the
killing of Bogan then it most certainly would have been Vinod who carried it out.
So, there was the motivation but this revenge had happened so long after Bogan’s
death. There should have been a spree of inter gang killings but nothing like that
happened. Well as they say revenge is a dish best served cold. This Arun was
somebody he needed to keep his eye on he had decided.

Premavathi had outrageously flirted with Prakash as they had lunch that day. The
unnecessary laughs, the toying with chain while talking to him, the frequent
touches while talking and most importantly the smouldering look in her eyes that
said she was there for his taking if he wanted her. Prakash was well aware of this
naked invitation from her in wanting him to take her to bed. Prakash had only then
really started to observe her. Though not to the desirability level of Mounika
Premavathi (or Prema as she had insisted he call her) was still attractive enough.
She had a pretty face but more importantly a voluptuous body that indicated she
could be a satisfying sexual partner. In the case of Mounika he yearned for her,
would seek every opportunity to bed her but as far as Prema was concerned she could
only be someone to satisfy his need when the person he really desired was not
available to him. One good thing is that she is a married woman and he wouldn’t
have to deal with a young woman falling in love with him because she was sexually
satisfied by him. Prema was a married woman who wanted a young cock inside her
itching cunt. So, she would definitely participate enthusiastically while
fornicating. She can just be someone available when he needed sex just like some
women he had before he met Mounika. Prema had got his number and she would message
him almost every day. Prema had started the process of seduction it was just a
matter of when they were going to sleep together. For Prakash it was a matter of if
it happens it happens. He was not actively seeking it like he was for an
opportunity to have sex with Mounika. However, things were moving quite smoothly
with Prema. It was usually Prema who would initiate the messaging.

Prakash smiled when he read the message from Prema. It said, ‘you know you should
be in movies.’
‘Why so?’ he asked.
‘You will become heartthrob of many young females.’
‘hmm’ was his reply.
‘Not only young females’ she replied cryptically.
‘My god you mean young males too?’ he replied with a shocked face emoji.
‘No silly .. I meant older women too’
‘I’d like that’
‘You naughty scoundrel, you prefer older women?’
‘Oh yes, they are sexier.’
Prema on reading this was thrilled. She was getting wet just by this.
‘Really? Who you had in mind?’

Prakash could see that she was fishing for compliments. He decided to oblige.
‘Well I can think of one woman who I had lunch with recently’
Knowing he was meaning her she went along with his tone.
‘You think she is sexy?’
‘Very’
‘How so?’
‘Her body .. voluptuous.’
Her juices were oozing more freely in Prema’s pussy now.
‘You are terrible’ she replied with a blushing emoji.

Prakash decided to go bolder. He was certain of her desire for him. He was bothered
to take it slow like with Mounika. In Mounika’s case he didn’t want anything to go
wrong. He didn’t want to put her off in any way. But in Prema’s case he was afraid
she may get offended. If she broke off messaging because of it then so be it. It
was no great loss to him. He was however convinced she was ready to spread her legs
for him anytime. In a way this was not as thrilling as it was with Mounika. This
was an easy seduction. No great effort was needed to pluck her chastity .. that is
if she still had it. From what he could deduce by her outward behaviour Prema had
probably lost it long ago. Mounika was different. She was a loyal wife who
cherished her chastity. She was not someone who would easily give it away. It was a
challenge to overcome her barriers and get such a woman to give herself to him.
Besides that, she was both beautiful and glamorous, someone who was hugely
respected and put on a pedestal by many in her circle of society.

‘There was something juicier across me, then the juicy steak on my plate.’
What did he mean exactly Prema wondered, my body or something else? Since she was
silent the next message came from Prakash.
‘Two very ripe and juicy big fruits.’
‘Hey .. you are getting too bold.’ But Prema face flushed in embarrassment here.
She had had sex with so many men before and she thought she should be jaded to any
implied sexual talk by now but yet this young hunk of a man was making her blush
again. Seeing that she had not taken any actual offence to his words Prakash
continued.
‘They were more tempting than anything on my plate.’
‘You’re terrible you know that.’
‘Didn’t realise you were watching my … mmm naughty.’ In truth she had purposely let
the top of her saree slide down hoping he would eye her deep cleavage. Apparently
he had. Prema’s hand automatically went to her breast, kneading them gently.

Prakash decided that he should go for the kill. He was a bit frustrated at that
moment. Mounika had categorically said that they are not to have any more sex for
the moment. One, because her husband was still there and not gone on any of his
usual business trips yet and two, this was the time he was to get to know her
daughter well. Prakash had gone on a couple of dates with Sandhya. Things were a
bit awkward on the first date as both of them were keenly aware the plans their
respective parents had for them. While Sandhya was sitting in front of him, Prakash
was wishing it was her mother who was in that place. The second date was more
comfortable as they started getting used to each other. They had now started
messaging each other and things were moving smoothly. Prakash thought it was too
early to tempt Sandhya to have sex with him for fear of seeming to be too forward.
Little did he know that Sandhya would have been a more than willing participant if
he had made the move. But now he was frustrated and Prema seemed a good option to
ease his frustrations. Who could resist a sexy housewife just itching to sleep with
him at this time when he needed sex.

‘I think they would be more beautiful to fully see’

‘and hold … when can I?’
Prema squeezed her thighs together as she felt small streaks of pleasure run
through her body.
‘You’re bad’
‘I’m married’ Prema decided to play at being coy.
‘I like married women .. they’re more sexy’
Yes, you would think that wouldn’t you, Prema thought to herself. As like for all
men the forbidden fruit was always tastier.
‘You men are all alike.’
‘Yes, we all like sexy married women.’
Prema smiled on reading this. She was definite to have him in her bed now.
‘What’s special about us’
‘More desirable .. enjoyable.’
‘Really?’
“Yes, Prema can I be honest with you?’
‘Sure’
‘I want you’
“Prakash what is this?’
‘All of a sudden.’
‘Prema I won’t disturb you.’
‘If you’re not interested.’
Prema was debating what to do after reading this. If she agreed straightaway would
he not value getting her. But she was longing to take him to her bed. How to handle
this?

‘This is all too sudden Prakash.’

‘You’re not interested?’
‘It’s not that .. I like you too.’
‘I more than like you Prema .. I want you.’
Prema felt like calling him to come over now itself and fuck her but she still
decided to be the reluctant housewife.
‘What can I say, we just met.’
‘True Prema but things happened to me after seeing you.’
‘Things? What?’
‘You really want me to say it?’
‘Why? Is it something dirty?’ but in her mind Prema thought the dirtier the better.
‘Not dirty .. exciting.’
‘I’m afraid to ask … but .. tell me.’
‘A disturbance in my groin.’

Prema almost moaned out on reading that. The disturbance was not only in his groin
but hers too. She was soaking wet. Just when things were getting very interesting
she heard her husband’s car come in.
‘Hubby back .. call you later.’ She quickly went downstairs to meet her husband
Yogeshvar.
Prakash smiled as he saw her last message. Prakash had met her husband before. He
was an arrogant bastard. He saw that in the way he treated the workers who acted as
servers in the parties they had attended. He was going to take pleasure in tearing
his wife’s pussy. He was going to be busy businesswise the next two days. He also
had a date with Sandhya on the second day evening. So, he decided to get Prema on
the third day.

Prakash called Prema on the second day late afternoon just after he had finished
with his meetings and before his date with Sandhya. “Hi, Prema, how are you?”

“Hi Prakash, You didn’t message much the last two days, busy?”
“Yeah, but my thoughts were about you too.”
“Don’t lie Prakash, you would have not thought about me at all.”
“Honestly I did Prema, I can prove it.”
“Really? How?”
“I can but you’ll get angry.”
Prema was puzzled by this. “Why will I get angry? I don’t understand?”
“Well, I can show you the reaction thoughts of you caused the last two days but you
must not scold me.”
Prema understood what he meant. “You dirty fellow .. no need to prove anything.”
Prema realised he was talking about his cock. She really wanted to see it but said
no with great difficulty.
“See what I’ve sent you,” Prakash said.
“Oh god .. no .. no,” Prema said but eagerly downloaded the image he sent. He
didn’t send a photo of his naked penis as she had thought he had done. Even he was
not that bold, thankfully. It was a close up of his groin with his underwear on.
Even then she could make out the tent formed there to be quite huge. Oh god he is
really packed she thought happily.

“Prakash, you’re too much. Is that what you send to a lady. That too to a married
woman.”
“Be honest with me Prema, are you angry?”
Prema was quiet for a while before she answered quietly,” No.”
“Did you like what you saw?”
“I didn’t see anything,” Prema replied quickly before biting her tongue on
realising what she had blurted out.
“You’ll see .. soon. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?” Prakash said changing the
subject.
Prema was thrown off guard by the sudden change in the conversation. Her husband
had told her that he had a lot scheduled the next day afternoon and he would only
be back very late in the night. Tomorrow would be ideal for indulging in illicit
love.

“Yep, I’m free, why?” she asked, her heart beating rapidly in anticipation of his
reply.
“I’ll like to show you the new condominium I had bought. I want your opinion on
it.”
He was saying in not so many words that he was wanting to take her to his condo to
fuck her. Her cunt was already starting to leak on hearing his words.
“Okay, Prakash I’d love that.”
By her answer she was aware that she had told Prakash that she was ready to sleep
with him tomorrow. She knew that he knew that too.
“Wonderful Prema Where shall I pick you up?”
Prema thought for a while, she didn’t want him coming to her home. “Why not the
place we had lunch for the first time. I can park my car in their parking lot.”
“Suberb suggestion, we’ll have lunch there again before we go to my condo. Let’s
plan lunch at 1pm okay?”
“Okay Prakash.”
“Bye Prema, I can’t wait for tomorrow.”
She too couldn’t wait for that but all she said was “bye”.

Prema wanted the sex session tomorrow to be very pleasurable for Prakash. She
didn’t want him to be like just one of her toy boys. She wanted to be in longer
sexual relationship with him provided of course he was as good in bed as she
thought he would be. She must always keep Prakash’s sexual interest. He would be
the ideal man with whom to fulfil her threesome fantasy she had involving Lekha.
Having two high class wives would keep him from losing interest in them but for now
she wanted him alone for herself. She was going to prove to him how good she can be
in sex. She had dreams of Prakash and her sprawling together in bed the whole
night. The next day she went to beauty parlour for a full makeover before meeting
Prakash for lunch. The beautician outdid herself. The eyeshadow, shaping of her
eyebrows, the artful application of lip gloss, painting her fingernails and toes a
sexy shade of red. This coupled with the sheer saree she wore made her look
ravishing or rather ready to be ravished by Prakash. After a hurried lunch they
were going in his car in excitement of what awaited them in his condo.

Episode 19

Prema stole glances at Prakash who was looking straight ahead as he drove his car
through the midday traffic. His strong set jaw enhanced his manliness. Prema was
pretty sure they both had the same thing in mind. Seeing his new condo was not only
the right excuse but the perfect place to shed their clothes and get into bed.
Since the murder and consequent investigations Premavathi was not ready yet to take
him to her own love nest. Though of course she was sure to take him there too one
day. She took a furtive glance at his groin. She couldn’t help but speculate how
well he was packed there. In fact, that had been one of her primary preoccupation
the last couple of days. Well all will be revealed pretty soon she thought. From
all that she had seen of him she believed that she won’t be disappointed in that
aspect too. Prakash was one of the best-looking guys she had ever (or rather going
to) been with. Some instinct told her that this was going to be a deliriously
exquisite afternoon of sex and her instinct had very rarely been wrong. Her fingers
were itching to reach out to the front of his pants but she controlled herself with
difficulty. She didn’t want him to think of her as some cheap whore just waiting to
spread her legs for him. She was thankful that the midday traffic was not heavy and
so they should soon reach their destination.

“Luckily it’s not peak time now and the traffic is tolerable,” Prakash said as if
reading her thoughts.
“Yes, lucky for us. Is your place still far?” She asked him.
“No, we’re almost there, we’ll be there within ten minutes.”

Only ten more minutes Prema thought happily but she was careful not to outwardly
show her happiness. Let him not see how eager she was to have his naked bodies on
top of her between her spread legs. She hadn’t been this excited since the first
time she cheated on her husband. All these thoughts were getting her panties wet.
She blushed thinking that he would easily see the wet line on her sheer satin
panties when he stripped her off her clothes.

“Prema did I mention it earlier? You look very attractive today.”

She was pleased that he had noticed the effort she had taken at the beauty parlour
to look beautiful just for him. “Why thank you kindly … but am I only attractive
now?” She said teasingly, unable to hide the happiness in her voice.
Prakash glanced at her and smiled as he replied. “I’ve told you before you are one
voluptuous woman but you look especially sexy today.”
Prakash gently squeezed her fingers with his. She felt an electric current pass
through her body at his touch. Is this what that is often referred to as ‘the magic
touch’ she wondered. He didn’t let go of her hand. He placed her hand over his
thigh as he drove on.

Now he does this Prema thought wistfully as she caressed his thighs with fingers.
If he had done this earlier I would have my hand inside his open fly by now. She
rubbed his inner thigh with the tip of her fingers slowly moving upwards. There was
no need for pretence anymore between them. Their actions clearly indicated what
they were here for. No need for small talk, they can get at each other as soon as
they get to the privacy of his condo. Her fingers reached the top of his zipper.
She could feel the swelling there. It seemed like his cock was already in a turgid
state. She was not the only one who had been sexually aroused. She held the hard
tube covered by his clothes and squeezed it. Their eyes met for a couple of
seconds. More was conveyed between them in that glance than words could have.
Prakash looked down quickly at her fingers that were squeezing his erect manhood.
Prema’s fingers were not long and elegant as Mounika’s fingers but nevertheless
were sexy enough. Prakash saw the fresh coat of glossy red nail polish on her long
fingernails. He smiled to himself as he knew that she had her nails done like this
just for him. It will be arousing to see those fingers pulling on his erect male
flesh he conceded. A woman taking so much of trouble for him was sure to make every
effort to sexually please him. He needed it as it has been now just over a week
since he had had that fabulous fuck with the delectable Mrs. Mounika Jayakar in his
own bedroom. Thinking of Mounika immediately caused him to recall how her tight,
wet pussy walls had gripped and milked his throbbing cock as it spewed out his
seeds. His cock jerked in Prema fingers as those thoughts crossed his mind. Prema
mistook it to be jerking because of her caressing.

“Patience baby .. I’ll take care of you soon,” Prema cooed, her voice dripping with
passionate promise.

As Prakash’s car reached the main entrance of the condo complex, the guard there
recognising the car opened the gate for him. Even with the tint on the car windows
he could make out the woman sitting beside Prakash. This was a different woman from
the one Prakash had brought in sometime ago. This too seemed to be a woman who was
older than Prakash. The guard had seen Prakash’s mother and father before so he
knew that neither of these women could be his mother. They also couldn’t be call
girls he was bringing to his condo. The women had the rich classy look of high
society women. Prakash must be quite the playboy he reasoned. He was picking up
women from his class of society and bringing them here. The last time he had spent
over an hour in his condo with the woman, he wondered how long he would be with
this new woman. They also seemed to be older women and so must be some other men’s
wives, or maybe widows or divorced women .. who know with the high class society
behaviour. Anyway, these are matters from much higher ups, best to keep my nose out
of their matters he cautioned himself. He saluted as the car drove in to the
basement parking.

As they got into the lift there was no one else inside. Prakash pulled Prema to him
and hugged her. Prema was not expecting him to start here itself and was pleasantly
surprised. She put her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.
“Is this why you brought me here?” she smiled mischievously as she spoke.
Prakash had his arms around her waist. “Yes .. isn’t this why you came here with me
for?”
Prema thought of denying it first but then thought why pretend. We both desire each
other so let’s be open about it she decided.
“Yes, you handsome rogue, I wanted you from the first time I set my eyes on you.”

Prakash didn’t know it yet but Prema had no illusions about herself. She was very
different from say a woman like Mounika. Mounika and women like her are those who
generally believed in being true to their husbands. They try to avoid getting
involved with any other man because they think it is morally wrong to do so. It is
only at a moment of weakness or when some man had been able to arouse their
suppressed desires that they end up betraying their marriage vows. Even when they
have strayed in most cases they do so only with that man who had been successful in
seducing them. Just because they have lost their chastity they don’t go about
sleeping with many other men discriminately. For them to betray the marriage vows
they had considered sacred is no small thing. The new licentious relationship they
are involved in must have meaning. They generally tend to have feelings for .. even
deep love in some cases for their seducer. This is another reason for feelings of
guilt in seeking sexual fulfilment with an adulterous lover. When with their lovers
they forget everything in the rapturous pleasure they indulge in but when back to
the reality of husband, children and family they suffer bouts of guilt. This was
another reason why most adulterous relationship eventually die off. After the
initial excitement wears off, the feelings of guilt start getting stronger till the
relationship breaks off completely. When this doesn’t happen in a few cases is when
it becomes problematic or dangerous. The family breaks up when the woman divorces
her husband or runs away with her lover. More dangerous is when the spouses (and
sometimes even the children) are killed by the adulterous lovers.

Prema however was from another category. She was a promiscuous woman who constantly
sought pleasure from different sexual partners. In a way she was addicted to sex.
She sought the pleasure she didn’t get from her husband from her many lovers. Truth
be said she would probably have cheated on her husband even if he had sexually
satisfied her. She would probably thrive in having variety in her sexual life.
Women like her don’t have those feelings of guilt that they are betraying their
husbands. It can maybe even be said that making a fool of their husbands gives them
almost as much pleasure as the sex act itself with their lovers. In another sense
they should also be pitied as they can never emotionally connect with any man.
Everything is transient, even the pleasure they get from their lovers. They can
never truly feel satisfied in their lives. Only the degree of temporary
satisfaction varies from lover to lover. Prema believed that she was going to have
one of the better sexual experiences with Prakash.

They lip locked in the lift itself. They were both very experienced kissers and
there several wet sounds of their parted lips coming to grips crisscrossed again
and again. Prema was pressed against the wall as Prakash’s body was smashed against
hers. They were so engrossed in the kiss that they did not realise the lift doors
were opening. Realising this suddenly they quickly parted to see a couple in their
mid-thirties were looking at them open mouthed in shock. The man was still in shock
and it was the woman who seemed to have recovered first.

She desperately tried to hide the smile on her lips as she asked,” Is it going up
or down.” As she said that the woman’s eyes were automatically drawn to front of
Prakash’s pant. Prakash could see the speculation in her eyes as she sized the tent
in his pant. What she was noting was certainly up and not down. Prakash looked at
the woman who was so boldly appraising what she was seeing even though what was
possibly her husband who was standing besides her. She was a tall woman who was
possibly seven or eight kilograms over her ideal weight but she was attractive
enough. Prakash filed this piece of information in the back of his mind. Prakash
looked at the floor they were in, it was the third. They were to go to the fifth
floor.

“It’s going up,” he said to the woman as their eyes locked.

“Oh, carry on then, we need to go down to the car parking,” she replied.
“We intend to, bye,” Prakash said as he pressed the button to close the lift doors.
He noted the woman licking her lips as the lift doors closed.
Prema looked at Prakash sheepishly, her face flushed red in embarrassment. Prakash
laughed out as he saw her face.
“What?” Prema asked not understanding her reaction.
“Look at your face,” he replied with a broad smile still on his lips.
Prema quickly took out her vanity mirror from her handbag and had a look. She was
shocked and embarrassed at what she saw. Her lipstick was smudge badly over her
lips by the fervour of their kissing.
“Oh my god, how awful. What would that couple think of us,” she lamented in deep
shame.
“They would probably be envious that we are on our way to a bout of love while they
have to go somewhere tedious.”
“It’s all because of you,” Prema said as she playfully hit him on his chest with
the bottom of her fist,” couldn’t you have waited till we got into your condo.”
“Your lips looked too tempting to resist,” Prakash said as the lift doors opened at
the fifth floor.
Luckily no one was waiting for the lift on that floor and soon they were in his
plush apartment. No sooner they got in they were in they were engaged in a
passionate kiss. While devouring each-others lips they quickly and desperately
started undressing each other all the while with their lips still locked together.
They stumbled along together towards his bedroom leaving their clothes strewn in a
row starting from the living room and leading towards his bedroom. When they
reached inside his bedroom he only had his boxers on and she, her panties. The room
was dark with the heavy curtains covering the windows. Prakash switched on the
lights and the air conditioner. Since they had finally stopped kissing he was able
to see her plump breasts for the first time. Even though she was younger than
Mounika there was slightly more sag to her breasts than with Mounika. However, they
were still sexy to see and not yet become misshapen. She liked that his eyes were
looking at her body appreciatively.

“You don’t mind do you, I’d like the lights to be on. I want to be able to see you
as I fuck you,” Prakash said,
“I would like that, I want to see you too.”

Prakash saw the wet line on her panties and smiled roguishly. She’s oozing so much,
she really needs my cock in her Prakash thought to himself. He pulled her close to
him and placed her hand over the front of his boxers. She grasped it eagerly and
was kneading it with her fingers. He pulled the bottom of her panty to one side,
without taking it off and inserted his middle finger inside her wet pussy.

“Ooaahh…,” she gasped as his finger invaded the most intimate part of her body. The
grip of her fingers on his cock tightened.

Prakash started finger fucking her as he saw her eyes swoon as pleasure swept
through her. She grabbed his hand at the wrist by her other hand but did not stop
his hand from moving back and forth. Prakash started kneading her breast, playing
with her erect nipple as he continued to finger her.

“Aahh.. angg.. angg.. angg…,” Prema moaned in pleasure. Prema had been in a state
of arousal for so long that she was rapidly approaching her climax.

“Faster baby… faster oohhh….,” Prema moaned, eyes closed and head thrown back
facing the ceiling.
Prakash moved his head to her breast and started licking her nipple. Prema started
groaning more loudly. She thrust her chest out trying to push her breast into his
mouth. He avoided doing that, teasing her some more.

“Prakash .. please darling .. please.. suck me,” she begged in blissful agony.
He teased her for a little while longer before taking her swollen nipple in his
mouth and started suckling her rapidly. Now two of his fingers were rapidly rubbing
inside her moist quim. Prema’s hips started thrusting up hard on his fingers. Her
sticky fluid had totally coated his finger, dripping up to his knuckle.

“Ohh baby yes… mmm…. Yes.. yessss….” Prema’s body jerked as she orgasmed.
Prakash let her recover from her high which took a couple of minutes. She smiled at
him gratefully but her eyes were still glazed with lust. This is a woman who has a
great appetite for sex Prakash thought as he looked at her lust filled eyes. She
eagerly pulled down his boxers, yearning to see his manhood for the first time. She
was not disappointed at the rod that sprang out from its captivity. It was just the
way she imagined it would be and just the way she liked it, long and thick. In her
many experiences she had seen cocks that were longer and/or thicker. She also knew
from experience that an extraordinarily long and thick phallus does not equate to
immensely satisfying sex. Very often it only leads to uncomfortable sex but
Prakash’s cock was ideal for her. It was satisfactorily thick and long but not such
that she couldn’t involve in enthusiastic and vigorous coupling. She held it in her
cool fingers, slowly stroking the hot flesh appreciatively.

“Do you like it Prema dear, not disappointed are you,” Prakash said naughtily.
“Which women would be disappointed with a beautiful specimen of virile manhood like
this,” she said with sincere appreciation.
“Glad you like it.”
“Wish Yogeshvar had something like this.”
“Yogeshvar?” Prakash didn’t recognise that name immediately.
Prema looked at his face,” my husband,” she smiled,” he’s only a little over half
of this and appreciably thinner.”
Prema knew men’s psychology very well. They get aroused when their manhood compares
favourably to that of their rivals in matters of sex. Especially if that rival
happens to be the husband of the woman they are mating with. Sometimes she used to
say things like this to arouse and please her lover but in this instance her
appreciation and comparison was sincere.

“Stroke me some more Prema I really like how your fingers are playing with my
cock.” Prema had gone to the extra trouble of doing her nails up so that it would
be sexier to see when she gave him a handjob. Why waste that effort. It was indeed
quite sexy to see her soft fingers with painted fingernails stroking his throbbing
cock he acknowledged. She pulled his foreskin back and rubbed her thumb over his
cockhead. She gently held the tip of his cock around the palm pad of her middle
finger as her fist slid up and down over his sensitive skin. Her skill in the way
she stroked him showed of her vast experience of pleasing her lovers.

“You like how I’m doing it Prakash,” She asked him knowing fully well that he did
from seeing his facial expression.
“Oh yes, that feels good, very good.”
She knelt in front of him on her knees. “It’ll be even better when it’s in my
mouth,” she said with wicked promise as she licked his exposed bud as she continued
to shake his cock.
He held his cock in his hand and painted her lips with his dripping pre-cum. She
snaked out her tongue to taste the sticky wetness he had left behind. Finally, she
opened her mouth widely as her full lips encircled his thick girth.

“Suck me you married whore … suck my cock,” Prakash moaned as he gently fucked her
mouth.
Prema’s head started bobbing back and forth as his cock slid in and out of her
mouth rubbing and pulling her lips in and out along with its movement. Her tongue
washed over his cockhead as it slid inside her saliva filled mouth. At times it
would hit the back of her throat as it slid in deeper from time to time. In a few
minutes Prakash realised that his cock was in the mouth of an expert cocksucker.
This was a mouth that had known the taste of many different cocks and knew how to
please them. This had a different feel to when Mounika sucked on his tool. There
was a certain amateurness, a lack of great experience in it. It had a certain
thrill in knowing a woman who was not very experienced in giving a blowjob making
every effort to please her new lover, the man who had plucked her purity. The
blowjob by each of the two different type of women had its own merits.

“You’re a good little cocksucking slut Prema, do you suck Yogeshvar’s puny cock
like this?”
She shook her head as if to indicate no while still sucking on his cock. Prakash
would never talk like this when having sex with Mounika. She would find it
offensive to be called a slut or whore and she wouldn’t appreciate her husband
being belittled. She was already feeling guilty as it is. But Prema would be
thrilled to be called like this. She would be highly aroused when her husband is
humiliated as she gets fucked. Prema inserted the tip of her middle finger inside
his anus as she sucked him. His cock jerked in her mouth as she did this. He let
her suck for a few more minutes before he lifted her up and threw her on the bed.
She pulled her panty off getting ready to be penetrated by thick cock.

Prakash opened her legs and buried his face between her thighs. He rapidly sucked
on her inner labia while letting his tongue probe in her moist opening.
“Prakash.. Prakash .. darling… aaa….”
Prakash started slurping on her juices as he sucked her cunt.
“Honey … I’ can’t stand it .. fuck me… fuck me now,” Prema wailed. She needed his
cock deep inside her cunt now.
Prakash turned her around and pulled her to the edge of the bed and pulled her hips
up to make her go on her knees. He rubbed his cock on the entrance of her pussy,
coating his cockhead with her love juice. He thrust in his cock into her waiting
pussy letting her inner walls pull in his searing flesh eagerly. He shoved in till
the front of his groin was mashed against her soft buttocks.

“Yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard,” Prema exhorted him.

He pushed his hips in hard, the force of his movement pushing her face into the
soft mattress.
“angg… angg… anggg….aahh…. aanngg….” She was continuously moaning as he thrust in
and out of her cunt.
“Yess.. harder… push in faster … hhgghh… push your big cock in hard baby.”
Prakash slapped her arse as he ploughed her fertile cunt.
“Aw.. aww… yes… fuck… in .. more,” Prema raised her buttocks for him to push in
deeper.
A few more minutes of rapid piston like fucking and Prema came once more. She slid
and laid face down on the bed. Prakash turned her over. She moved up to the middle
of the bed and spread her legs for him. He placed a pillow under her buttocks as he
moved between her spread thighs. His cock was dripping wet with her love juice.
“Come darling.. take me again, fill me full with your big cock,” she invited him in
undiminished passion. She had already come twice, she needed still more. He was
everything she had hoped he would be … and more.

He plunged his cock deep inside her cunt and slid on top of her. They started
fucking with passion. Kisses and bites .. sucking and scratches … humps and groans.
The bed creaked with the force of their fornication.
“Fuck me darling.. fuck my married pussy…”
Hump… your cunt is so wet you slut… your poor husband is a fool for trusting your
cheating cunt.”
“aaggh.. aagghh… aaggh.. aagghh.. that bastard has never fucked me as good as you…
that asshole should see your cock ploughing my cunt and learn.”
The bedsheet was creased badly as they squirmed violently in pleasure. Sweat
glistened in a thin sheen on their bodies. Their bodies wetly thudded against each
other.
“I’m near… faster baby … faster… aagghh.. I’m coming… faster … yesss… fill my cunt
with your seed lover… fuckkk…aaahhhh….”
Prema came in a tremendous orgasm the joy which she had ever felt one time only
before this with a special lover who had long left her. As she spasmed in joy she
felt him shooting his virile seed inside her. This was her fertile period. If only
she hadn’t had her tube tied he surely would have impregnated her today.

Gowranga was in a celebratory mood. His men had made a successful drugs heist. The
man who had made it possible was sitting right in front of him. He rarely had his
men see him in his house but today he made an exception. The only other person in
his gang who he had allowed in his house was Bogan but he was already dead, killed
by Balveer gang. Now Arun, Bogan’s brother was sitting in his hall. He had
misjudged Arun. He was capable of replacing Bogan, whom he had deemed un
replaceable.

“Wonderful job, Arun. I’m very happy. Balveer doesn’t know what hit him.”
“Yes, boss everything went smoothly.” There was slight mocking tone in his voice
that Gowranga failed to notice. “You were so scared to go for it, it was only on my
insistence we successfully did this raid,” he thought sarcastically to himself.
Gowranga called out to his wife. “Deepa, bring the yellow bag from the cabinet.”
Arun had been aware that Gowranga’s wife’s eyes had been on him. He could not
discern the reason for her interest in him. Was it curiosity, was it resentment
that one of the henchmen had come to her home or any other reason?
Deepa brought the bag her husband had asked for. Gowranga reached inside and took
out two bundles of notes. “There is twenty thousand rupees here, one is for you,
the other bundle is for your men.”

Arun knew the value of the heist they did yesterday was worth more than seventy to
eighty lakhs. He was giving them a paltry twenty thousand. Maybe his brother Bogan
would have been happy with bonuses like this but not him. His ambitions were much
greater. He considered Gowranga to be weak. His actual strength had come from the
loyalty of his brother Bogan but when Gowranga had refused to assist in getting
revenge for Bogan’s death Gowranga had lost Arun’s loyalty. However, it was not
just a matter of killing Gowranga and taking over. There were still men loyal to
Gowranga. He needed to get everyone if not at least most to his side before acting
decisively. He needed to find and use every weakness of Gowranga. That’s when an
unexpected fortune came his way. His eyes had unexpectedly met Deepa’s eyes as she
was staring at him. She immediately gave him a fleeting coquettish smile. He was
experienced enough to read the meaning of that look from a woman. This is when he
really took notice of her. She was a woman around forty, slightly overweight on
easy living. She was a mildly attractive woman. He gave a furtive smile in return.
This was an unexpected Gowranga weakness he could exploit to his advantage.

Deepa felt her heart race. She knew all of her husband’s henchmen. She was a
frustrated woman whose needs were neglected by Gowranga. He was more interested in
spending time with his many mistresses than with her. When he was alive Bogan was
the only one who used to come to her home but he was a completely loyal lieutenant
to her husband. She would often see his brother Arun waiting for him outside her
home as Bogan met with her husband. He looked rough but also had a certain animal
magnetism about him. Deepa whose needs were neglected by her husband used to
satisfy her needs by fantasizing about the different men she saw as she
masturbated. Overtime Arun had been a frequent figure in her fantasies. She would
imagine that while her husband and Bogan were engaged in conversation Arun would
sneak in and have sex with her secretively. She used to have very satisfying
orgasms when playing out this fantasy in her mind. But truth was they were just
that fantasies that were unlikely to become reality. Today for the first time he
had come into her house. The sight of him had caused a thrill within her. She
couldn’t help feeling excited. What caused her heart to race was that he too seemed
to be interested. She never imagined that he would be interested in an older woman
like her. Would this be the only time he would come to her house or would it be a
more frequent occurrence like with Bogan she wondered. She realised what she was
thinking was filled with danger. But her husband was away from home so often that
opportunities were aplenty. Would Arun sneak in and ravish her as she always had
imagined. She tried to calm herself from the excitement she was feeling. She was
unaware that if Arun was going to sleep with her it would be to seek any advantage
he could to get rid of her husband. Other than that he had no desire for her
whatsoever.

Episode 20

Vajendra was reporting to ACP Dharana on information he had got from the
informaqnts they had in both the Balveer and Gowranga crime organisations.

“We were not wrong sir a big shipment of drugs had come in and it had been hijacked
from Balveer’s men. Balveer apparently is furious at this loss but he is not sure
who is responsible for this,” reported Vajendra to Dharana.

“So, our information was correct but Balveer had fooled us and had led us on a wild
goose chase but someone else had been cleverer than Balveer and had robbed him
instead,” Dharana pondered out loud.

“What else have we got Vajendra?

“Balveer had been raging at all his men. He had thundered to them that if Vinod had
been alive this would never have happened.”

A frown appeared on Dharana’s brow. “Strange that Balveer is exposing his weakness
to his men like this.”

“How so sir?” Vajendra asked not understanding his boss’s reasoning.

Dharana looked at Vajendra and smiled sardonically. “Well, he has practically

admitted to his men that he had been dependant on Vinod and without his main man he
could be targeted and robbed. He had just admitted his own weakness to his men.”

“Oh, I see, I didn’t look at it in that way. Another thing sir, Balveer’s men who
had gone to receive the shipment have gone missing. Balveer is not sure if his men
had double crossed him and had absconded with the drugs to do their own dealings or
they had been ambushed and killed and a rival or new unknown gang members had taken
the shipment. He is trying to verify that through his network.”

Dharana who had been keenly listening to Vajendra asked him,” what do you think
happened?”
“I don’t think Balveer’s men betrayed him. I think another gang hijacked the
shipment.”
“And Balveer’s men?” Dharana asked.

“Probably killed and thrown into the sea.” Vajendra replied dispassionately. There
was little sympathy in the security officer force for men like that. They were
violent men who themselves would have shown no mercy towards anyone who happened to
be their victims.
“That’s that then, it would be impossible to retrieve their bodies from the ocean.
They would have probably been weighed down.” Dharana knew they wouldn’t even know
where to start looking in the vast waters. Their bodies could have been thrown
overboard at any place. It was too large an area to start dragging operations on
the ocean floor. Besides they weren’t even certain the men were actually dead.

“Our men have all been told to be on alert haven’t they Vajendra. Any news
filtering on any new high volume of drugs being distributed anywhere?”

“No sir, anyway it would probably be many months before this new haul of drugs
start surfacing.”
“What about activities from the other crime lords in the city? Any clues from
that?”

Dharana could see the excitement in Vajendra voice as he spoke. “I think I know who
was the person who was involved in the hijacking of the shipment sir.”
“and who is that?” Dharana asked curiously.
“There’s some heightened activity in the Gowranga gang sir. Our informant there had
heard whispers there of some heist having been carried out successfully by them.”

“Hmm.. interesting,” Dharana commented as he listened to Vajendra.

“There is talk there that Arun had engineered and carried out successfully
something bold.”

There’s that name again Arun, Dharana thought. He already had his suspicions that
Arun was the one who was responsible for the murder of Vinod. He had a strong
motive as after all Vinod was the one who had killed his brother. He also seemed to
have got additional resources to carry out the killing. But from whom? From what
information they had got Gowranga was not supportive of Arun’s efforts to take
revenge for his brother’s death.

“Arun seemed to have been elevated as number two to Gowranga,” Vajendra continued.
“He seems to be giving commands to the other men in the organisation.”
“We better keep an extra vigilant eye on him Vajendra, he strikes me as someone who
has more ambition than what he is showing out. He could turn out to be a big
headache for us.

Two days after this conversation between Dharana and Vajendra, Sandhya was sitting
in Rajesh’s apartment breaking the bad news to him.

“I’m sorry Rajesh, it was good when it lasted but it’s time we break up.”

Sandhya could see the great shock in Rajesh’s face. He seemed to be really broken
up. Have I misjudged him? Did he really love me? Sandhya felt a tinge of sympathy
for him. She had always thought that Rajesh’s interest in her was not for her sake
alone but the greater motivation was the benefits he could get through her family.

“How can you do this to me Sandhya, I thought we had something special between us.”
He seemed to be on the verge of tears.

In truth Rajesh felt a little relieved on hearing this. He had found Sandhya to be
a little overbearing. She was the dominant one in their relationship. He had come
to realise that if he ever became her husband he would always be under her thumb.
Rajesh’s fear was more on how his father would react. His failure in this would
confirm his father’s assessment of him as being useless at anything.

Sandhya tried to be kind to him. He had been an adequate lover who had kept her
reasonably sexually satisfied. “Now, now Rajesh, it was just a mutual thing between
us. We liked each other I grant you that but love?? Nah .. it was just mutual
benefit for sexual pleasure and nothing more than that.”

“This is all so sudden Sandhya, you never indicated that anything was wrong,”
Rajesh hesitated before asking,” is there someone else?”

He is not as dumb as he looks Sandhya said to herself. He seemed to have hit on the
right reason but let me not reveal that she decided to herself. “It’s not that
Rajesh, my parents had a serious talk with me recently on the matter of my
marriage. They have let me know in no uncertain terms that they would be the ones
to decide on who my husband would be and no one else.”

Rajesh looked up at her sharply. “I didn’t think your parents could be so old
fashioned and outdated, and what about you? You are not the type to succumb to
their wishes so meekly.” Rajesh knew what type of a woman Sandhya was and he was
sceptical at what she had just said.

He is not making this easy is he, Sandhya thought irritated by Rajesh’s questions
and stubbornness. “Well what will you do if your parents threaten to disown you if
you do not listen to them.” Sandhya let him hear the irritation she was feeling.

“Did they really say that,” Rajesh asked fearfully. Marrying Sandhya if she were to
be chucked out of her family would serve no purpose for them. What concerned him
more was that his father would disown him when he heard of the break up between him
and Sandhya. His father had big business plans if the alliance had gone through.
But what can he do? He can’t very well force Sandhya to marry him.

“Maybe I can talk to your parents,” Rajesh asked hopefully,” make them understand
how much we love each other.”
Sandhya finally lost her patience. She had to put a quick end to this. She was well
aware of Rajesh’s character. He was weak willed and a coward. He had to be dealt
with firmly.

“Look, you don’t know about my parents, especially my father. If he thinks of you
as a problem he has the clout to do whatever he wants to you and your family.
Putting your family to beg on the streets would be considered the least of your
problems if he sets his mind to it.”

Rajesh looked horrified when he heard this. Sandhya’s deadly tone indicated that
she was not just saying it threaten him. Sandhya felt pity for her soon to be ex-
lover on seeing the frightened expression on his face.

“Look Rajesh, this is the best for the both of us. We had a good time while it
lasted. Even if I were to marry someone else you should be happy that you had got
to enjoy my body before my future husband,” she spoke with a little kindness in her
voice.

The look on Rajesh’s face showed he was resigned to his fate. “I got no choice have
I,” he said woefully.
Sandhya came and sat beside him on the bed. “Don’t feel bad Rajesh. Some things are
never meant to be. Just treasure the memories of what we had.”

Sandhya started rubbing her hand over the top of his pants on his groin. Surprised
by her action he looked up at her with a little hope sparking back in his eyes.

“This is just for old time sakes, just a parting gift,” she said crushing his hopes
no sooner than it had risen.
She undid his belt, opened the front of his pants and took out his average sized
cock. She started stroking him slowly but in his agitated state of mind it refused
to come to life.

“This served me well for so long, wonder how Prakash is packed,” she thought to
herself as she absentmindedly stroked Rajesh’s cock. “I’m sure he must be bigger
than this,” she said to herself.

Her mother Mounika would have easily dispelled any doubts she had about this. Her
mother had first hand experience of how big Prakash was. She would have told her
daughter that the groom she had set up for her was not only bigger than the one she
(her daughter) had in her hand right now but was also bigger and thicker than the
cock that had fathered her. The only downside to the arrangement was that both
mother and daughter had to share the same cock for their pleasure. But then again
that cock was more than ready and able to pleasure both of them far beyond their
expectations. Sandhya looked at the dejected ex-lover sitting beside her not even
being able to get a hardon. Let me give him something to remember me by she
decided. She bent down and took Rajesh’s cock in her mouth. His limp prick slowly
came to life as she rapidly sucked on it. Once it was sufficiently hard she took
her mouth off and started stroking his rod fast. She was good at this and knew how
to sustain his pleasure. It was not even five minutes before he shot out a fountain
of sperm on to his bedroom floor. Sandhya cleaned her hand on his bedsheet before
she got up.

“Will I ever see you again?” Rajesh asked wistfully.

Sandhya just smiled at him. “If I’m ever in need of a man maybe I will but don’t
have too much hope on it.”
Rajesh watched helplessly as his now ex-girlfriend walked out of his life.

Arun walked up to the two men who were standing beside a parked car. This was one
of Gowranga’s cars. The one his wife Deepa used frequently. The two men were her
bodyguard detail. Arun had been stalking his boss’s wife’s movement for sometime
now. He had noted how Deepa had showed interest in him. He needed to exploit that.
He needed to get close to her so that he could go to her house when she was alone
without her complaining to her husband. His interest was not in bedding her though
he would do that if it helped him to achieve his aim. Gowranga had details of all
his political and security officer influence in a file at home. It showed who they
were and how much on the take they were. If he were to get rid of Gowranga he had
to immediately get them on his side. He had to assure them that what they were
getting won’t stop as he took over control. In fact, he would have to give a higher
rate than what they got currently. He would have to promise the politicians that he
would do their bidding when they needed him to handle any problems. He walked up to
the two men as if he just happened to come by as a coincidence.

“What are you two doing here? Have you accompanied the boss’s wife?”
“Yes boss,” they replied respectfully. As he was now the second in command.
“Where is she?” Arun asked.
“In there,” one of the men indicated a large shop in front of them.
“You fools why aren’t one of you in there with her,” he said angrily.
They were shaken up to see Arun’s display of anger. “No boss, she told us to wait
outside,” one of the men said defensively.
“Well, you should know better, you should have at least been inside watching her
discreetly. We have many enemies. What if someone was already inside waiting for a
chance to harm her.”

These were men with brawn but little intelligence. One of them started moving
towards the large store. Arun called him back. “You two wait here, I’ll see to her
safety inside.”
Arun walked purposefully into the store. He spotted her browsing through some
clothes. He quickly walked up to her and said hi. She was startled but very pleased
to see him.
“You shouldn’t have come in alone, you should have asked on of the men to accompany
you inside,” he admonished her with a smile. She was charmed by his dazzling smile.

“No, I’m very familiar with this place. Nothing to worry about but thanks for your
concern.” She smiled at him too.

“It’s my duty to take care of you. You are my boss’s wife.”

“You’ll take care of me? Why do you think I need to be taken care of,” she looked
at him speculatively as she spoke.

“You know our line of work danger can be lurking anywhere. It’s my duty to see to
your safety and I’m good at it.”
“Good at what?” she smiled coquettishly.
“At doing what needs to be done,” he said as he let his eyes run over her body. He
was taking a risk but if his reading of the signals she was giving out right then
nothing bad was going to happen.

He saw her breathing stop for a few seconds. The desire was there in her eyes. He
had hit paydirt. “Thank you, I would like that.” This was the clearest signal from
her yet.
“At your service mam, those morons outside don’t know what is important. You better
take my number. Call me in case there is any problem or if you need me to do
something.”

This was it, would she tell him off or would she respond the way he hoped. “Yes, I
may need you, give me a missed call and I’ll note your number,” she said as she
gave him his number.

They spent another forty-five minutes there, more than she had intended to. There
were many accidental brushings of hand on hand, hand on body and body on body.
Deepa was getting wet at the close proximity of this manly man. If she had come
alone she would probably have allowed him to take her where he wants and have let
him fuck her. She had been long neglected by Gowranga and she desperately needed a
man’s touch on her body. Knowing she was the wife of a crime lord like Gowranga no
man was willing to approach her but Arun seemed to have no fear of husband.
Finally, she had to go. If spent longer than this inside here even the imbeciles
waiting outside would start getting suspicious.

“Okay, I’ve got to go. Thank you for being here with me all this while,” she said.
“My pleasure, don’t hesitate to call if you need my assistance.”
“I’m certain I will,” she said in a tantalising tone.

Later that night, Arun’s phone beeped. He took it up and saw the message. It was
from Deepa as he had hoped for. “Thank you for the company. I enjoyed it. Good
night.” Arun’s face broke into a broad smile. His plan was working. Only thing was
he would have to fuck her a few times and make sure she enjoyed it before getting
her trust. She was not an unattractive woman so it was not going to be some
unwanted chore. Besides it has been a long time since he poked a woman who was not
a whore.

Episode 21

Neela was tensed up but Poorvith was completely calm. He was not in the least bit
flustered at the situation and that itself gave Neela a little bit of confidence.
“I am very serious about your sister and I promise you that I will take care of her
very well,” Poorvith said calmly.

Poorvith, Neela and Vajendra were seated in Vajendra’s house. They had been talking
for about half an hour now but Vajendra still was not convinced about Poorvith
sincerity. Vajendra had happened to see Poorvith and Neela together and that was
what that had led to this situation.

Vajendra took a deep breath before he spoke. “Maybe you are being sincere but the
reality is that there is a vast difference in the status of your family and ours.
You may talk out of infatuation now but in practical terms this is unlikely to work
out.”

“No sir, I’m not a teenager to be ruled by infatuation. I have given this deep
thought. I truly love your sister very much. There is no one else I would want to
share my life than with her.”

Neela heart felt was filled with joy on hearing Poorvith’s words. She could sense
the earnestness of his words she just hoped her brother could see that too.
Vajendra liked the tone and the respectfulness with which Poorvith spoke. It was
completely contrary to his opinion of spoilt rich brats. There was a maturity in
Poorvith and he came across as an honest and responsible person. Part of his job
was being able to read and assess the character of the people he was interrogating
and in his judgement Poorvith seemed to be trustworthy. But what it may be his
family would probably not have the same feelings towards his sister as Poorvith had
feared Vajendra. Being the only son and heir to such a big business empire they
surely would have different plans for him. Worse would be if they thought of his
sister as a gold digger. What respect .. what treatment can she expect from his
family? Vajendra was very fond of his sister and he could never bear to see her
miserable in any way. He was in a dilemma. He could see that the two young people
were very deeply in love. Breaking up with Poorvith would cause his sister great
heartache that he would not bear to see but family situation would be beyond their
control. Surely she will be un-welcome in Poorvith’s family.

“You are talking because of the emotional feelings you two have for each other but
what if your family does not agree? We are ordinary people, if this becomes news
and then somehow your family manages to separate the two of you, you would not be
affected but the same cannot be said for Neela.”

“No, my family would never do that I assure you. You don’t know about them. They
would never go against my wishes.”

“Poorvith, I have come across many cases involving the very rich in my line of work
and let me tell you, you all operate under a different set of rules.” This was the
first time Vajendra called him by his name and that itself gave Poorvith and Neela
hope.

“Not my family sir .. I give you my solemn promise even if they disown me no one
can alter the fact in my mind that the only person who could ever be my wife is
Neela. I have the education and I have the intelligence. Even without any form of
support or help from my family I can run my own business successfully. I can
provide your sister with a very good life.”

The discussion went on for a while more before Poorvith successfully convinced
Vajendra to accept their relationship though not with complete conviction. “You are
wrong about my family my parents are kind people and they will welcome Neela into
our family with love and affection. Here let me show you my family, you yourself
can see the kindness in their faces.”
Poorvith opened a photo of his family on his cell phone and showed it to Vajendra.
Vajendra saw a distinguished looking tall gentleman who he presumed must be
Poorvith father. There was a young girl who had her hands wrapped around Poorvith’s
hands who Poorvoth pointed out was his sister. But the elegant looking woman was
somehow familiar but Vajendra could not quite recall who it was.

“My mother and sister would become great friends of Neela, you just watch and see
sir,” Poorvith said with a happy smile.

That night while trying to sleep Vajendra was ,.ng about the events of that day
with Poorvith. It was then that Vajendra had the sudden recollection of where he
had seen Poorvith’s mother. She was in the car they had overtaken and stopped to
investigate near the site of Vinod’s murder. She was with a young man in the car.
He had presumed at first at that time that the young man was her son which was
obviously not true as her son turned out to be Poorvith as he knew now. He also
recalled that he had a vague suspicion at that time that the older woman and young
man could possibly be illicit lovers. Could it be that Poorvith’s mother was a
woman of this type of character he thought feeling perturbed at his thoughts.

Lekha’s phone beeped and she took her phone to see who had messaged her. It was
from Prema. It was about three in the afternoon. What is she messaging me now Lekha
wondered as she opened the message she had received from Prema.

‘enjoyed a delirious fuck the last one hour’ was the cryptic message.

“The bitch,” Lekha thought to herself,” does she want to irritate and crow over
me.” Thought Lekha who was slightly piqued. Prema was aware that since Vinod’s
murder Lekha was not getting anything on the side and that Lekha was frustrated.

Since Rakesh was confirmed to be a candidate to become a member of the legislative

assembly in the soon to come election he had been very busy in party matters. He
had no choice, he had to be or he could easily be replaced by someone who showed
more interest. He had a lot of meetings and a lot of visits to do so when he came
home he was always exhausted. He was never much of a lover in the first place
anyway but now whatever little satisfaction Lekha got had disappeared too.

“My cunt is longing to grasp a hot hard flesh ever since Vinod died and here the
bitch is exulting at getting poked by someone,” Lekha thought with annoyance.

The next picture she received was that of a strapping young man lying naked on a
bed with his love tool lying flaccid on his thigh. That it had successfully been
engaging in pleasuring a pussy was evident by the little bit of after discharge
dribbling on to his thigh. Even in the flaccid state it looked formidable. Even
though the pic was focussed on the young man Lekha recognised the surroundings
visible in the picture. It was Prema secret love nest, the one Lekha had been
fortunate to use for her own sexual dalliance with Vinod.

“Wow, this slut is bold, she’s using the place so soon after all the trouble that
just happened,” Lekha thought in astonishment.

Just at that time a call came on the phone, it was from Prema. “Hi Lekha, you just
saw the pic of the young hunk who screwed me .. how was he?”

“Hey Prema .. how come you are speaking on the phone? Where is he?”

“I’m in the kitchen getting some juice for him, I need him refreshed for the next
round. He’s laying on the bed taking a well-earned rest.”

“You lucky bitch, he looks delicious,” Lekha scolded her friend half in jest and
half in envy.
“Heh, heh,” laughed Prema,” You saw his cock didn’t you .. how is it?”
“Oh yeah, it was mouth watering to see,” Lekha said honestly swallowing her saliva.

“Ha ha, I know you slut would think exactly the same way I do .. you are right it
was mouth-watering. That’s why I had it in my mouth for nearly a quarter of an
hour. It was so good to suck.”

“Prema you’re evil you know that. You’re making me so horny and I can’t do anything
about it now. Today of all days my husband is coming back in a short while because
of an event he wants me in because we have to do it as a couple. His party leader’s
orders, otherwise I would be heading for your place.”

“Don’t worry my dear,” Prema said enjoying her friend’s frustration,” I have a plan
for you with him.”
Hearing this Lekha perked up. “Really?” she asked her friend excitedly.
“Yes, you … and me with that stallion. A delightful threesome. I told him about you
and he got excited. He said he had never fucked a politician’s wife before, so you
will be his first.”

Lekha felt her pussy instantly getting wet on hearing this. After the elections she
may not be able to risk sleeping around. It would be more dangerous to do it then
but whatever she wanted to indulge in, now was the time. Moreover, Prema place was
very private and had little risk of discovery. The earlier problem with Vinod was
because he was a criminal. She was sure Prema’s boy toy was nothing of that kind.

“Thank you darling, really appreciate that,” Lekha said sincerely.

“No issues my dear, I would love to see you squirm in pleasurable agony as he
ploughs his big cock into your pussy,” Prema teased her friend.

“Yeah, I can see that even when his cock had shrunk. It must have been impressive
when it was standing fully erect.”

“You bet it was,” said a delighted Prema,” the length is good but his speciality is
his girth .. it will stretch out your cunt fully.”

“Stop Prema .. I can’t take it anymore. I’m already leaking a lot. Don’t make me
masturbate before my husband comes.”

Prema now spoke in a conspiratorial tone. “Lekha he’s not just packed well he knows
how to use it too. You’ll find out how wonderful it would be soon enough.
“Oh my god,” Lekha moaned involuntarily to her friends teasing.

“We fucked for almost an hour just now .. our foreplay itself was over half an
hour. He made me come one time with that alone and when he finally shoved his
massive tool inside of me I screamed in delight.”

“Ahhh… aaahhh…,” Lekha groaned as she listened to her friend. Her fingers were
inside her saree now pinching her swollen clit.

“We fucked in three different styles before he filled my pussy with his hot spunk.
I had already come three times before that. The third orgasm was so massive I
almost blacked out.”

Lekha’s fingers were now furiously rubbing her pussy. “sss… oohhh….,” she groaned
helplessly.
Hearing her friend masturbating excited Prema too. “I screamed out so loudly as
massive spasms shook my body that if I had neighbours they surely would have heard
me,” Prema whispered hoarsely to her friend.

“God.. god… aaahhhh….,” Lekha whimpered as she came.

Hearing this Prema laughed out loud. “How was it my dear,” she asked her friend and
without waiting for Lekha’s reply she said,” Okay got to go to my lover. I want his
big cock in me again, bye.” Prema cut the phone. Lekha was seated on her sofa, legs
still trembling, her face still flushed from her orgasm.

Prema walked into her bedroom with the glass of juice in her hand. “What took you
so long,” Prakash asked her.

Prema smiled at her lover as she spoke. “I just telling my friend Lekha about your
prowess in bed … you know .. the politician’s wife. She can’t wait to get your cock
inside her cunt too.”

Prema smiled at how Prakash’s cock jerked on hearing this. For Prakash it was
delightful news. He was now going to have a stable of three horny rich housewives
to service his needs. He had already fucked Mounika and Prema. Of the two Mounika
was the better fuck though Prema was not too bad either. He wondered what type of
fuck Lekha would be. She probably would be good too. These rich idle wives with
itching cunts usually fucked enthusiastically. Prakash started sipping on the
juice. At the same time Prema took his cock into her mouth and sipped the remnants
of his juice still oozing from the slit on top of his glans. His cock was rapidly
gaining strength in Prema’s warm and wet mouth.

Episode 22

Poorvith was in an earnest conversation with his parents. They were surprised and
slightly taken aback by what he was saying to them. As for Poorvith since his
relationship with Neela was known to her brother Inspector Vajendra he felt he
could not delay informing his parents about his love for Neela. Unlike some rich
family playboy, he was not someone who was taking advantage of an ordinary family
girl. He was very serious about his relationship with Neela.

“This is all very sudden Poorith, you never gave any indication of this before,
asked his perplexed father.

“I waited till I was sure of my own feelings before telling you this dad. You know
me, I’m not one who makes any rash decisions.”

That’s very true Jayakar conceded to himself about his son. Though Sandhya was his
pet he always had a bit of worry about her. She was the one who would rebel and go
against their wishes and some of her habits and the circle of friends she had was
less than savoury. But Poorvith was all he would want in a son. Intelligent,
responsible, hard-working, disciplined and well behaved. Poorvith had already shown
his capabilities when given important responsibilities in the business. He has
shown himself to be well equipped to run the vast business organisation one day. He
was also keenly aware that his son had a determined streak in him very much like
himself. Once he had made up his mind you were not going to persuade him otherwise.
He had hoped that Poorvith would find a girl with strong business connections but
he seemed to have settled on a girl from a middle-class background.

“I know son and I’m not going to disrespect your feelings and emotions. I just want
you to consider all aspects before you make a final decision.”

Poorvith was not entirely clear what his father meant and so he sought to clarify.
“Why dad, I’m not able to fathom what your concerns are?”

Jayakar looked at his son who was looking at him with a furrowed brow. Mounika had
been silent so far just observing the interaction between the father and the son.
“Think about your girlfriend’s situation. Being among our circle of society could
be daunting for her. You know how cynical and cruel some among our so-called
friends could be. Would your Neela be able to cope? Would she be under constant
stress and therefore miserable?”

This was the same worry Vajendra had thought Poorvith. Maybe older people with
their greater experiences in life could foresee problems ahead that young people
like them who are ruled by emotions could see. “No dad, you don’t know Neela. She
is smart, strong of character and the thing I like most about her, her empathy and
ingrained kindness to others .. and with all that beauty to match.”

“Really? Is she beautiful? I like to see her,” Mounika spoke now, rather excitedly.
Jayakar smiled at his wife’s reaction. Women he thought as he shook his head.
“Looks like you’ve won your mother’s approval. Okay, why don’t you bring her over
soon. Let us all meet her.”

Poorvith smiled in happiness as he looked at his mom fondly. “Sure dad, I’ll
arrange it soon as possible.”
“Let it be somewhere outside. She may get intimidated coming here for the first
time,” Mounika interjected.

Poorvith looked at his mother gratefully. Women understand the reactions and
emotions of other women better. He was very pleased his mother was making an effort
to make Neela feel comfortable.

“Of course, I’ve told Neela that everything will happen only after Sandhya’s
marriage. I hear there is something afoot there? Poorvith said, half question and
half statement.

“Your right Poorvith. Your mom and aunty Divya are trying to match make Sandhya
with Divya aunty’s son Prakash.”

Poorvith saw his mother smile fondly on hearing what his father said. What Poorvith
didn’t know was the fondness in his mother’s face was caused on her hearing her
young lover’s name. She was looking forward to lying in her young lover’s strong
arms again. It had now been more than a week since she and Prakash had made love.
She found herself yearning for his embrace again. She had not looked forward for
sex like this since the early years of her marriage and to be quite honest even at
that time not this much as she needed now. Her husband was off on one of his
business trips the next day evening and that will pave the way for her and Prakash
to frolic in bed once more.

That night when Jayakar and Mounika retired to bed Jayakar indicated he wanted sex
with his wife. Normally Mounika looked forward to this once or twice a month mood
for sex of her husband but now there was something better waiting for her and she
was not really looking forward to it. But if she were to reject her husband’s
overture it may cause unnecessary problems or even raise suspicions though that
didn’t seem likely. She had to respond and so she turned around to face her
husband. Jayakar looked at the still beautiful face of his wife. She had aged so
well that it hardly showed he thought. He was proud that he had a wife who looked
so good even at her late forties. But now the much younger faces of his ‘personal
assistants’ like Shilpa was more alluring for him. On his next trip there was a
very attractive executive in their overseas office called Susan who would be
sharing his bed when he was there. He looked forward to that. But now he would have
to do his duty as a husband. He had to take care of his wife at least once or twice
a month otherwise she may get overly frustrated. What he didn’t know was his wife
was never going to lack for sex anymore when he wasn’t there. She had a handsome
and virile young lover who transported her to heights of delight that even he had
never taken his wife to.

Man and wife kissed passionately as they embraced tightly while sprawling on their
luxurious bed. Jayakar sucked on his wife’s still firm breast as he fingered her
pussy. He got her sufficiently aroused so that she was wet enough to take in his
penis. Mounika sucked her husband’s cock for a minute or two to get him into the
mood to fuck quickly. He got in between his wife’s open thighs and rubbed the head
of his cock on her wet slit. She took his stem in her fingers and lodged the
bulbous head of his cock in her pussy entrance. She closed her eyes as her
husband’s cock entered in. She gasped as she imagined it was Prakash’s thick
phallus that was searing into her cunt. Jayakar felt his wife’s pussy walls grip
his flesh. He imagined it was the tighter grip of Susan’s cunt that was gripping
his cock. As they fucked they each imagined they were doing it with their lover
rather than their spouse. Ironically this helped both of them to achieve their
orgasm. But for both of them this was the trailer. The main show was awaiting them
both two days later.

Prakash gripped Premavathi by her hair as her head bobbed up and down over his
groin. He looked at her red lips gliding up and down his bulging stem, coating it
with her saliva as she sucked his cock. She was an expert cock sucker with her
skills honed by sucking many cocks .. exclusively young cocks. She had a finger in
his butt hole as she sucked his cock. Even for a cock as thick as his she was
expert enough to see that she did not scbang his flesh with her teeth. Here was a
professional showing all her skills in pleasing a man with her mouth. Good as this
was Prakash still liked the more amateur skills of Mounika. Was it because of how
much more beautiful she was or was it because she was thought to be a faithful and
unattainable wife of a business tycoon. But no matter how elegant, posh or
sophisticated a woman was, in bed when in the grip of passion she was just another
horny woman who would lay on her back with legs wide open crudely inviting her
lover to fuck her precious tight cunt. Prema took her mouth off his cock and looked
at his cock that was dripping with her saliva.

She looked at her lover and asked,” I’ve been sucking for almost twenty minutes
now. Don’t you ever feel like coming?”

“No .. why do you want to stop?”

“Not really .. I’ll suck as long as you want but your cock deserves a prize for its
stamina,” Prema said sexily.
“Your wet married cunt is all the prize it needs,” Prakash said teasingly.

Prakash referring to her cunt as married cunt gave Prema an idea. “I know what this
deserves,” She said as she took of her mangalsutra from her neck. She wound the
chain of her symbol of marriage around his proudly jutting cock. She stroked his
cock as she said,” this strong manhood as conquered this married woman.

Prakash’s though immediately went to Yogeshvar. What if he could see his wife
disrespecting this symbol of their marriage like this. He had seen Yogeshvar a few
times and had never liked him but now he felt a tinge of sympathy for him. How
unfortunate that he had got such a slut as his wife. This was why Mounika was
special. She would never disrespect her husband like this. Therein was the extra
kick for Prakash. A woman who would respect her husband so much but in spite of
that would overcome all her reluctance and passionately make love to him and give
herself wholeheartedly.

“Suck my cock now you bitch, I’ve a mind to take a video of this and send it to
your husband.”

Prema stopped sucking and grinned at him. “Either his heart would burst or his cock
would harden and burst out of his pants.”
“Why is Yogeshvar a cuckold,” Prakash asked.
“Don’t know .. maybe I should try to find out. Then you can fuck me as he watches
us and shags off,” She laughed.
“There are no greater bitches than married bitches like you,” Prakash laughed.
“You young bucks love fucking us married bitches the way we love fucking you
especially older woman like us,” Prema retorted.
“Yes, you experienced cunts are good in bed,” he said as he pulled her up to him
and kissed her.
“We are, aren’t we,” Prema said as she kissed him back passionately.

She got on top of him and held his ramrod straight cock at the entrance of her
pussy as she sat on him. “Uff, how thick you are … my pussy has never been
stretched as much as this before.”

“But does it feel good being stretched like this,” Prakash said teasingly.
“It feels wonderful. Every wife should have a lover on the side with a cock like
this. Husband’s cock for regular fun and lover’s cock for special treat once in a
while.”

“Prema, if all women were like you then there won’t be any chaste women left.”
“Most women would want this but are too afraid to go for it. You really wouldn’t
know how many women on seeing a hunk like you would wonder in their minds how it
would be to get fucked by you even while they are holding their ordinary husband’s
hand.”

“Enough talk woman, let’s fuck and make sure you bring the other bitch Lekha next
week. I’ll tear both your cunts at the same time.”

Prema started riding him fast, breasts jangling as she heaved up and down on him.
Prakash grabbed her breasts and kneaded them.

“Sssss… that’s it baby … suck my tits.”

“Ahhh… fuck me baby… harder… Ohhh..”

Prema came “… AArrghhhh….. “She rested a few seconds and then moved again.
“Yess… more… more…”
They were drenched in sweat now and still they fucked. She came again and could
move no more.
He got on top of her and started humping her. She was aroused again. “God this
hunk’s stamina,” Prema thought to herself,” he’s a real stallion.” She wrapped her
legs around his waist. She had her eyes closed, her mouth was open, gasping..
whimpering… groaning… She was not aware her nails were digging painfully into his
back. She was riding another wave towards its crest. He pumped hard, every now and
then devouring her lips. Every time she spasmed her cunt muscles would squeeze and
milk his hard flesh but still he refused to come. He was giving Prema a fuck she
would never forget.

“No more… no more…. I can’t take it,” She surrendered,” AAAAhhhhhh……,” She came
again when she thought it was not possible and finally he gushed into her with a
roar. They lay there out of breath but sated and in heaven.

Deepa looked at the rugged man in front of her. For the first time in her life she
was seeing a naked man other than her husband Gowranga. Her eyes shyly looked at
his erect manhood that was soon to take her to new pleasures. She was not
disappointed, what she saw pleased her. She was also shyly aware that his eyes too
were taking in her nakedness. She hoped what he saw pleased him too. It had only
been a week since they had exchanged numbers in that shop but she had succumbed to
him so fast. What could not be denied was that she was ripe to be plucked too. What
was both dangerous and exciting was is that she was going to cheat her husband in
his own bed. Arun walked up to her, his erect cock swaying gently as he walked.

Episode 23

Arun saw the lust in his boss Gowranga’s wife’s eyes as he walked towards her. She
unconsciously licked her lips as her eyes were locked on to his erect cock waving
in the air as he walked. Was it so appetizing for her that she longed to taste it
in her mouth? He was going to fuck his boss’s wife and he was going to fuck her
well. She must shudder and scream in ecstasy under him. She must become a slave to
his manhood. He was going to use her to push her husband aside and take over the
gang. He could use her to kill Gowranga but that could cause some problems. His
boss still had connections and trusted in influential places and they may not want
to deal with him if he takes over. It would be better to render him helpless
without being able to do anything but be a figurehead in name only while he wielded
the real power. He must make Deepa his ally. She should be persuaded to poison her
husband, not to kill him, but render him helpless to move or speak. He would then
run the organisation on his behalf. I will fuck his wife in front of him and he
will be helpless to do anything about it he vowed to himself. That would be his
revenge for Gowranga not helping him when he wanted revenge against Vinod for his
brother’s death Arun thought with anger. His brother Bogan who had been so loyal to
Gowranga but in return Bogan’s death meant nothing to Gowranga except for the
selfish reason that it weakened his gang and affected his flow of illegal income.

Arun stood in front of Deepa. Her eyes were still locked on his manhood. “Take it
in your hand,” he said softly.
At last Deepa looked up at his face. “You want it don’t you Deepa? Hold in in your
hand .. it won’t bite you,” He said with a smile. Hearing him say this Deepa smiled
too, her smile being diffident.

Seeing her still unmoving he took her hand in his. Her hand was slightly trembling.
In this one week of chatting with her he had aroused her enough to get her to this
point where she was ready to give herself to him but there was still some fear
inside her. The fear was because her husband would kill her … and probably Arun too
if he got to hear about this but her desire was so great she had overcome her fear
to some extent. She had no guilt that she was going to betray her husband, only the
fear of discovery. Arun placed her hand on his cock. Her fingers were cold made
more obvious by the heat of his flesh. It indicated to Arun how much of fear she
was in but she nevertheless wrapped her fingers around his cock.

“Shake it Deepa, it’s all yours now, do what you want with it.”
She was just holding it not doing anything, just looking at it as if mesmerised.
“You’ve seen it before .. why this hesitation,” Arun said. He was referring to when
she had see it on video call when they mutually masturbated as they chatted.

“It’s so hard,” she spoke in fascination for the time.

“That’s because of you my love, he wants you,” he said huskily.
“It’s like iron,” she repeated as if she couldn’t believe herself.
“Why isn’t Gowranga’s hard like this?”
On hearing her husband’s name being mentioned she looked up sharply at his face.
She had let go of his cock.
“Deepa, don’t you want my cock. Don’t you want to fuck with me? He said crudely.

Arun saw her lips tremble a little. “What if he finds out, he’ll kill me.”
“Don’t worry I’m here for you, forget that arsehole.”
She flinched slightly when she heard him curse her husband so disparagingly.
Whatever said and done he was the father of her kids. But then her desire
conflicted with those emotions. Here was her new lover who was rock hard for her
unlike her husband of fifteen years. She let him take her hand and place it on his
cock again. This time she started stroking him without him asking her to do so.

“I want you Arun, otherwise I wouldn’t have invited you here today but I can’t help
being scared a little. This is a big step for me. In my fifteen years of marriage
I’ve never cheated on him.”

“Great Deepa, then I’m your first lover then. The first cheating fuck is the best
fuck you will experience.”
She smiled shyly biting her lips. Her face flushed in shyness and lust. “Yours is
so hard not like…,” she stopped suddenly biting her tongue.
“Not like???” he prompted but she refused to go on.
“Not like Gowranga’s cock? Hmmm?”
She averted looking at him in embarrassment but he wouldn’t let go. “Not like
Gowranga is it. Why does his cock not stand?”

“Chee your terrible. I’m not answering.”

“Come on don’t be shy, doesn’t his cock stand? Arun goaded her.
“No, no, it does,” she said quickly in defence of her husband.
“Then??”
After a few moments of silence, she finally said in a low voice,” It gets erect but
it’s not as strongly stiff like this.”
“What a fool he is, a woman like you would make any man’s cock as hard as rock.” He
wanted to drive home to her that he considered her attractive and to create a
little resentment in her towards her husband.

The truth was she was not very attractive or anything like that. Being a mother of
two kids and being in the latter part of her thirties she had put on some weight.
She had a bit of a belly but she was still okay for a fuck. She had a bit of raw
sexuality in her face. Probably she was good enough to arouse the sexual interest
in inexperienced men in their teens or twenties but for Arun she was just an end
towards a means.

Arun looked at the bulging mound of her pussy. There was about a two weeks growth
of pubic hair there. “You’ve got a juicy pussy Deepa,” he said as her ran his
finger over her slit.
“Ssssss…. Arun….oh..ohh…”
“Hmm good, your wet,” he said feeling the inside of her hole with his fingers. She
moaned softly as he fingered her. Her hand on his cock tightened as lust slowly
overcame her. Suddenly she grabbed him and kissed him passionately. As their lips
pressed and ground against each other her tongue entered into his mouth. It took
Arun by surprise that Gowranga’s wife could kiss like this. Maybe there is more
hidden within her sexually waiting to be explored he thought to himself. This may
turn out to be a good fuck after all. Sometimes the less attractive women tend to
make up for it by their enthusiasm. Their kiss lasted a good few-minutes. Finally,
when they came up for her she blushed at her own display of passion.

“Your tits are like ripe melons, feed it to me,” He whispered in her ear. Her hands
were teasing the flesh of his chest. Instead of feeding him her nipple she started
kissing him all over his chest. She ran wet lines over his flesh with the tip of
her tongue before teasing his erect nipples one after the other with the sharp end
of her tongue.

“You are full of surprises my dear, you are really hard up for sex,” Arun said to
himself pleasantly surprised by her sexual skills.
She bit and sucked on his nipple making him groan in spite of himself. He wanted to
be in total control but she was making it difficult for him. She started stroking
his cock again as she did this making him squirm in pleasure. His boss’s wife was
way better than some of the whores he had banged. When a woman was seeking pleasure
for herself she tended to want to do that for her partner too. He enjoyed these
pre-coital sexual ministrations from his boss’s wife for a while but he wanted
more.

He pulled her head up and said,” That’s not where you should suck. I want your
mouth elsewhere.”
It took a few seconds for her to register what he meant. Realising his want her
eyelids fluttered in a mixture of desire and shyness. “You do that for your husband
don’t you?” He asked hoping the answer would be negative and that his cock would be
the first one to explore her mouth. But she actually did do that for her husband
though infrequently maybe once in about five encounters. But now in the last four
to five years their sexual mating occurs just about once in three or four months
and Gowranga doesn’t even expect that from her. The sex for him seemed to be out of
duty rather than any desire for pleasure. All this had led to the build-up of a
huge degree of sexual frustration which was finally getting release through Arun.
Without answering she slowly tongued her way down from his chest, down over his
stomach till she was on her knees in front of him. His cock stood like a thick
black snake ready to strike. She lovingly kissed and licked it all the while
stroking it. She looked at only the second cock that was ever going to fill her
mouth with deep desire. She opened her mouth wide and took his head inside her warm
and wet mouth. As she moved her mouth back and forth she slowly pulled his foreskin
back exposing his sensitive bud to her licking tongue. She revelled in the taste of
his seeping pre-cum as she sucked his tool.

Arun looked at the photo of Gowranga hanging on the wall opposite him and thought
to himself,” Look you son of a bitch, see how your wife, the mother of your kids,
is lovingly pleasuring my cock with her mouth. The same mouth you would have kissed
a thousand times is tasting my cock you bastard. Soon I’ll take over everything
from you.”

After about ten minutes later he was on top of her driving his big rod into her
moist tunnel. Each time he pushed in hard his stomach would thud against her belly.
She would cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, a little pain because of
little use and a lot of pleasure because of her huge need.

“Hhungg…. Hhunngg… Hhunngg…,fuck … fuck… faster…faster,” Deepa moaned. Her whole

being was on fire. Her long neglected sexual heat was at last getting released. She
held his head to her breast as he chewed on her nipple as he humped her deep and
hard. After long months of frustration, it wasn’t long before she felt the enormous
wave of pleasure as she reached her first orgasm. But he continued to hump her till
she came again and again. She must need him from now onwards. She must want to do
anything for him. He fucked her till she lay crumpled beneath him being. His hot
semen was brimming in her love channel and her heart was filled with joy. He took
her once more before she sent him away with a loving kiss. When she went back to
her bedroom the mess that was her bed made her smile, feel a little embarrassed too
at how wildly they had copulated like animals. She started cleaning up the place so
as to leave no evidence of what had happened there all the while thinking of her
lover who had given her immense bliss. Even if her husband was to find out and kill
her it would be worth it for the ecstasy that she had just experienced.

The fund-raising event was going on in full swing. Most prominent businessmen were
present there. Among them Poorvith, representing his father, Prakash representing
his and Yogeshvar. This was organised by the main opposition party and its alliance
parties. The coalition that was expected to win the next state elections so all the
prominent business people were there. They made it a point to contribute to both
sides of the political divide so that whoever comes to power they would still have
influence with them. Among the prominent party leaders mixing with the crowd and
getting themselves known to everyone were Rakesh and Lekhashree. They were both
talking to Yogeshvar as he was known to them with Lekha and Premavathi being
friends and all.

“You must really support us,” Rakesh was telling Yogeshvar,” we’ll definitely form
the government soon. Yogeshvar just smiled in reply.
“Rakesh would be made a minister you know,” Lekha interjected proudly.
“Now, now, Lekha, nothing is known for certain,” Rakesh said self-deprecatingly but
the smirk on his face belied that display of modesty.
“Sure, I’ll support you, after all we are all good friends,” Said Yogeshvar.

All of them were mingling in the large ballroom of a big hotel. Security was very
tight and no uninvited guests were allowed especially the press. The few trusted
staff of the hotel were strictly warned by the hotel management that nothing that
happened inside was to leak out or there will be dire consequences. Hence there was
free flow of liquor and cocktails in the ballroom. The leader of the main party
Mr. Maheswara, who was tipped to be the next chief minister was making his way
around the guests. He stopped over to speak a few words with them.

After a few pleasantries he spoke as if conspiratorially to Yogeshvar. “Keep an eye

on Rakesh Mr. Yogeshvar, he is going places.” Both Rakesh and Lekha beamed proudly
listening to the compliment by such a prominent leader.

Prakash who had been observing the group walked over to them as Mr. Maheswara moved
to the next group of guests. “Hello sir, how are you?” he addressed Yogeshvar.

It took him a few minutes to recognise Prakash as being the son of one of the
prominent businessmen in the city. He vaguely remembered having been introduced to
him.

“Oh, hi young man, how are you,” he said while desperately trying to recollect
Prakash’s name.
“I’m good sir, I’m surprised you recognised me. We had only met one time really. I
bet you don’t even remember my name,” Prakash smiled disarmingly.
“Guilty as charged,” Yogeshvar replied with a smile of his own.
“I’m Prakash sir,” He said as he shook Yogeshvar’s hand. In his mind Prakash
thought,” You better remember the name because I had been drilling your wife the
whole of the afternoon two days ago.”
“How is aunty? Is she here,” Prakash asked Yogeshvar.
“No, she’s at home. She said she was tired and wanted to rest.”
“Anything wrong sir,” Prakash asked with false concern. I’m the one who is the
cause for her tiredness he laughed to himself.
“No nothing like that, she really doesn’t like these types of functions. She’s
good,” Yogeshvar replied.

Prakash wanted to tell him,” I know she’s good, she showed it to me three times
yesterday afternoon,” but all he said was “Oh I see.” He took perverse pleasure in
casually chatting to the man whose wife he had been banging secretly.
“This is Mr.Rakesh and his lovely wife Mrs. Lekha. Lekha and my wife are very good
friends,” Yogeshvar introduced the couple who were watching the small talk between
them.
Only after hearing Lekha’s name did Prakash really observe them, especially Lekha.
“So, this is the bitch Prema has set up for me to fuck in a few days-time,” He
thought happily. She was a sexy bitch alright. Even though she had dressed up
conservatively in a saree for this function her curves were still observable. It
was going to be a pleasure fucking her.

Lekha off course knew who it was. She had already seen his naked body and massive
tool from the pic Prema had sent her. Lekha felt her mouth go dry. Prakash shook
both their hands, secretly giving Lekha’s hand a little extra squeeze. They were
chatting pleasantly for a minute or two when Maheswara beckoned Yogeshvar and
Rakesh over to him to meet some other people leaving Lekha alone with Prakash.

“Come Lekha, let’s go get a drink,” he told her authoritatively.

She followed him as if hypnotised as he walked towards a drink station. He picked
up a whisky while getting her a glass of wine. She felt a strange compulsion to do
whatever he said. He was the dominant and take-charge type and she reacted meekly.
He adroitly moved them towards a pillar so that they were not prominently visible
to others. He stood in front of her blocking the view of her for others.

“Prema told me all about you Lekha, you are more gorgeous than she said you are.”
Lekha did not know what to say.
“Did she tell you about the time we had two days ago Lekha? She told me she did.”
“Yes,” Lekha answered shyly.
“We had a wonderful time .. and you and I will too soon. After seeing you I can’t
wait for the day,” Prakash leered at her breasts.
His boldness was disturbing but at the same time exciting to Lekha. “See what you
have done to me,” He said as he pulled her hand and placed it on his bulging front.

Lekha was shocked and afraid someone would see but his body was blocking her from
other peoples view. In that few seconds she had a measure of how big he was. He had
made the cream flow from her pussy. Prakash enjoyed seeing her discomfort. This
politician’s wife was itching for another person’s cock so why should she be shy he
said to himself.

“Please, someone might see,” She pleaded to him.

He let go of her hand after a few seconds but before that, without her conscious
will Lekha had squeezed his cock before realising what she was doing unconsciously.
“Give me your phone,” He said as he took her phone and dialled his number and gave
a missed call.
At that time Lekha looked over his shoulder to see her husband looking around for
her.
“Quick, I’ve to go, he’s looking for me,” She said as she grabbed her phone from
him and quickly joined her husband.

Prakash was casually walking around when Poorvith joined him. They had been
introduced but had not really spoken but now Poorvith was aware that he could
potentially be his brother in law.

“Hi Prakash, fancy seeing you here, didn’t uncle come? Poorvith asked smiling
friendlily.
“No, he couldn’t make it, he is having a very important meeting, so I came on his
behalf here.”
“Same situation for me too, my dad is on one of his overseas trips so I have to
endure this tedium,” Poorvith volunteered.
“I know, that’s why your mother is coming to my condo tomorrow and I’m going to
fuck her brains out,” Prakash smiled within himself.
Poorvith felt a little awkward in the situation. Hesitantly he asked Prakash,” I
hear that our parents are keen to see your betrothal with my sister Sandhya. I hope
you are not being coerced into this in anyway?”

Prakash laughed out loud. “No chance of that. No one can force me. I’m honestly
willing to give it a try. I’ve gone on a date twice with Sandhya. We seem to get
along. Let’s see how it goes.”

Poorvith was relieved to hear this. “That’s good. Sandhya is a little spoilt but
she’s a good person,” Poorvith played his role as an elder brother by vouching for
his sister.

Prakash looked at Poorvith relieved face. He could see the resemblance to Mounika
in his face. “If your sister is half as good as your mother is, in bed I’ll have no
complaints,” Prakash thought to himself.

“Your sister and I are getting along quite well and I think there will be good new
soon.”
“I’m so glad you two are getting along well,” Poorvith said happily.
“Not as well as how your mother and I are getting along my dear future brother in
law,” Prakash thought,” before your father come back your mother’s pussy is going
to be sore.”
This evening had gone on well Prakash said to himself, I’ve chatted with three men
where I’ve been fucking the women in their family, or in Lekha’s case going to fuck
soon.
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Episode 24

There was a deep discussion going on between DCP Paul, ACP Dharana and Inspector
Vajendra.

“Are you sure about this?” DCP asked his two subordinate officers.
“Yes sir, we are pretty sure. There’s something going on between Arun and
Gowranga’s wife,” Dharana replied.
“Okay but can you say that with absolute certainty?”
“If you put it that way we can never be one hundred percent certain unless we can
actually confirm seeing Arun and Gowranga’s wife engaging in sexual activity but
apart from that all indications are that they have become sexually intimate.”
“You can get cybercrime to pull out the records of conversation or messages between
the two of them can’t you? Asked Paul.
“I’ll need your authorisation on that sir,” replied Inspector Vajendra.
“Okay, I’ll see that you get it.”

“How did you come upon this information?” DCP asked.

It was Dharana’s turn to elaborate on how they stumbled on to this piece of news.
“I have ordered surveillance of Arun’s activities for sometimes now sir.”
DCP Paul looked at him in puzzlement. Why had Arun on his own had become so
important that someone was detailed to track just his activities rather than the
activities of the whole crime organisation.
Understanding the look on his superior officer’s face Dharana hastened to explain.
“I have a hunch that it was Arun who masterminded the killing of Vinod and
hijacking the drug deal from Balveer.”
“That’s interesting go on.”

“All this indicated that Arun’s ambitions were much more than to just be a henchman
for Gowranga, so I decided that we needed to keep an eye on him as something seemed
to be brewing.”
“Were you of the opinion that Arun wanted to take over from Gowranga?” Asked Paul.
“Yes sir, that was my thinking.”
“That could turn out both ways if it was true. Either it would happen smoothly
without much of a power struggle or it could turn out to be a bloody mess,” DCP
Paul thought out aloud.
“Exactly sir, that’s what I thought too.” ACP Dharana thought process had been the
same as that of his boss.
“I felt we had not paid adequate attention to him. If as I thought he had
masterminded both Vinod’s death and the heist then he was way smarter than what we
had given credit for.”

“And it looks like you were right weren’t you,” DCP Paul said with a wry smile.
Dharana smiled in return. “But even I didn’t expect this development between
Gowranga’s wife and Arun.”
“What is the woman’s name?”
Dharana referred to his notes to confirm before replying. “Deepa sir. Arun must be
wanting to use her to get to Gowranga because I don’t think he would have been
attracted to her otherwise.”
“Why? Is she ugly or anything like that?”

“No sir you can’t say that. She must have been a fairly good-looking woman in her
younger years but now she has become a little plumb and her looks has faded
somewhat in her late thirties but she is what you would say just okay.”
“This Arun is younger isn’t he,” mused DCP Paul aloud.
“That’s true, If, he just wanted sex he could have easily got better looking and
younger women. I think he plans to use her to get to Gowranga.”
“Continue what you are doing. Maybe we can cripple the gang and at the same time
get Vinod’s killers as a bonus.
After further discussion between them both Dharana and Vajendra saluted DCP Paul
and left.

“He did what?” Prema said as she felt a stirring in her loin.
“What did you tell him about me? He was so direct and bold,” Lekha exclaimed having
still not got over what Prakash had done.
“Nothing much. Just that you were very much like me, a frustrated housewife who
longs for a thick and long piece of meat to take us to rapture. In return he can
feast on your body the way he did on mine.”
“I nearly died in fright. That rascal could have got me into a lot of trouble,”
Lekha shuddered recalling the events of that evening. Her husband was lying in bed
beside her in a drunken stupor, snoring loudly. He was in no position to listen to
his wife’s conversation with Prema.
“Did you hold his cock when he pressed your hand on his groin?” Prema asked
completely ignoring Lekha’s complaints.
“What I am saying what are you asking,” Lekha grumbled at her friend.
“Forget that, nothing went wrong did it? Now how did his cock feel when you
squeezed it?”

Lekha recollected how his erect flesh felt in her fingers. She shuddered again
thinking back about that but this time in arousal rather than fear. “God he was
big,” was what she blurted out.
“He was, wasn’t he,” Lekha could imagine her friend leering as she said this. “You
should see it up and live, ready for action. Just the sight can make your pussy
leak.”
A sexually well packed man was not something new to Lekha. Vinod too was like that
but she also remembered what ecstasy that big pole gave her and listening to Prema,
Prakash was also of the same breed.
“He told me that you and he had a fantastic time in your cottage. He said you two
did it three times. What stamina he must have.”
“Stamina and skill, that’s my Prakash. He leaves a tingling feeling in your cunt
even after he has pulls out his sweet pole,” Prema laughed throatily.
“You enjoyed it a lot didn’t you?” Lekha said as her fingers slid down her body to
her pussy.

Prema enjoyed making Lekha hot. She must make Lekha a slave to illicit sexual
pleasures. If as expected her husband becomes a minister in the next state
government then having a minister’s wife under her control could be useful both to
her and her husband. They could use that to increase their own wealth. Everyone
ultimately had their own selfish motive. One of the prime weaknesses for people in
power seems to be sex. These sexual machinations had a dual purpose, one was
personal pleasure and the other using that to achieve power or wealth.

“Lekha he is an animal in bed. He will fulfil all your fantasies you can be sure
about that.”
Prema smiled as she heard a small moan escape from Lekha’s lips. She must be
fingering her cunt now thinking of Prakash she thought to herself. I have to get
her together with Prakash as soon as possible but first I have to set up a hidden
camera to record everything she decided. It has to be set up well. It has to
clearly show Lekha’s face as her lips are wrapped around Prakash’s thick tool. It
should show her pussy totally being stretched by that massive girth of his love
pole. Most importantly it should show Lekha’s expression as his cock ploughs into
her. That agony like ecstasy expression would unmistakably show whoever was
watching that the woman getting fucked completely under the control of her lover.
Imagine if it was known that the woman being fucked by her lover was a minister’s
wife, the video itself would be worth a lot of money. But her interest was not in
such small stakes.

“I’ve planned for us to get together with Prakash for the coming week. Another
thing when you come, come in a saree. You attire and make up should show that you
are a married woman.”

Lekha was a bit puzzled by this. “I don’t quite get you Prema.”
“I mean you have to have your mangalsutra on, don’t take it off and leave it at
home. Make sure you have vermillion on the parting of your hair, toe rings …
basically the works.”
“Why Prema, why all this?”
“He is into married women (in a way literally Prema thought with a laugh, he liked
to push his cock into willing married women), he gets inspired when he fucks women
like us.”
Actually, Prakash did not request or expect anything like that but Prema wanted to
establish what type of women is fornicating with a man in the video.
“Okay Prema,” Lekha said a little apprehensively,” Would it be safe Prema. He won’t
blabber about us anywhere would he?”

“Be cool girl, he comes from a very big family. He would want his affairs to be
discreet too, so don’t worry.”
“Okay I trust you Prema. You know best.”
“That the spirit, you know I’ll be there for you. Also be ready to suck for a long
time till your jaw aches.”
Lekha felt a little shiver run through her on hearing this. “Why? Can he last a
long time?”
“Oh boy can he … I sucked and sucked and all it did was get his cock to become
bigger than it already was but he showed no sign of coming.”
Lekha started frigging herself faster. “Don’t worry .. I’ll manage.” Her voice came
in gasps now. A man with huge sexual stamina and capacity was not new to Lekha, her
departed lover Vinod was of the same ilk.
Prema was sure now that Lekha was fingering herself and by her gasping it seems she
was very close to her orgasm. Now to just push her over the edge.
“When he shoves his cock in your pussy it would feel like he is slamming into your
stomach and you’ll see stars. He’ll hump you till you come two or three times
before he shoots his load into you.”
“Ahhmmm…..” This time Lekha groan was quite loud. Prema smiled at hearing her
friend enjoy her self-induced orgasm.

“I missed you darling … muah..” Mounika gave a big wet kiss through the phone.
“Likewise, here baby, muah..” Prakash kissed back.
“It’s already passed two sweetheart. Have to sleep now and be fresh for you
tomorrow my love. I can’t wait to be in your arms again,” Mounika said huskily.
“I can’t wait too. I can’t believe I’m going to have you the whole day tomorrow,”
Prakash said.
“Yes, I know,” Mounika said happily,” We’ve not made love for more than a week and
I need you badly. A few hours are not going to be enough so I’ve given an excuse at
home that I’m occupied the whole day tomorrow.
“Thank you baby, a few hours are not enough for me too, I’ve been yearning for you
too much.”

“My poor baby, I’ve starved you for too long,” Mounika cooed lovingly. She was
blissfully unaware that her young lover’s needs had been taken care off by another
horny rich housewife. “I must really make it up to him, do anything he asks,” she
said to herself.
“Mounika, my voluptuous sex goddess, I have another rule for tomorrow.”
“What is it?” She asked excitedly. She knew it would be something arousing.
“Once we are in my Condo there won’t be any clothes on us for the whole day. We
will be completely naked till we leave my place.”
Mounika blushed red on hearing this. “I’ve never done anything like this Prakash,
not even with my husband. I don’t know if I could remain like that the whole day,
I’ll feel too shy.”
“Nothing to be shy between the two of us. I’ll be naked too … and you will have a
task.”

“What task?”
“Whenever you see my cock getting erect it would be your task to see that my
erection come down and let me tell you it would stand up at least five or six times
tomorrow.”
Good god, what a virile animal he is and what stamina he has got she thought as her
body trembled in excitement and anticipation. He had literally promised her that he
will fuck her at least five to six times tomorrow. She had never had sex that many
times in a day in all her married life. The most her husband had made love to her
in a night was three times when they were newly married. That too that had happened
only once.
“You are terrible you know that, I don’t think I can manage so many times.”
“Yes, you can darling, each time we fuck it would be heaven, I promise you,”
Prakash whispered throatily.
Mounikla had a good sleep that night, her dreams filled with images of she and
Prakash thrashing around naked in his bed. The dream of that night became a reality
the next day.

Episode 25

“Where is your husband?” Arun asked.

Deepa smiled in delight on reading the message from her lover. “He’s taking his
shower now,” She replied.
“Anything went on between you and him last night?”
Deepa felt shy on reading this. She was not accustomed to openly talking about sex
to anyone but this new lover of her excited her in more ways than one. “No,” Was
all that she wrote.
“Why not?” was his cryptic question.

Deepa was aware why he was asking this because it was he who had asked her to have
sex with her husband that night. When he had said this to her she was at a loss to
why he wanted her to do this and she had asked him that. His answer made her
shocked, apprehensive and excited. He video called her and she picked up the line
immediately.

“I want him to lick the cunt that I had fucked,” He had said with a roguish smile.
She was shocked that he would want to do this to another man, that too his own
boss.

“I don’t think I can do that,” She had said.

He had asked her the same thing yesterday as he did today. “Why not?”
“He hardly ever touches me now. Sex between us happens very rarely now,” She had
made him understand.
“Never mind, you initiate it. Tell him you are in the mood.”
She was apprehensive that her husband would find out that she had been freshly
fucked. What if her husband suddenly found her pussy to be loose she had thought in
ignorance not knowing that her pussy muscles were elastic enough to go back to it’s
original shape very quickly. Moreover what if Arun had left marks on her body that
she was unaware about she had though as she unconsciously started feeling over her
breasts with her fingers.

“No, he will reject my advances,” She had said doubting her ability to make her
husband fulfil her desires.
“A woman can achieve anything if she puts her mind to it. You caress his body,
fondle his little cock .. take it in your mouth to overcome his resistance. Which
man can resist a woman taking his prick in her mouth. When he is excited sit on his
face and push your cunt on his lips,” He had grinned.

Arun had seen the doubtful look on her face. “Just think Deepa. Has he treated you
well? He is not bothered about your feelings. Don’t you want revenge in making him
lick your cunt which had been just fucked by your lover … doesn’t he deserve that?”

The image that came to her mind when Arun graphically described what he wanted to
do excited her. Her freshly fucked cunt being served to her uncaring hubby. So, she
had tried to do what Arun had asked her but Gowranga had violently shoved her away.
This rejection not only hurt her feelings it caused even greater anger against her
husband. Arun on the other hand wanted to see how much Deepa can be pushed and how
much he could get her to obey him. He also wanted to create a feeling of disdain
for her husband in Deepa. When she told Arun how her husband had rejected her
sexual advances Arun told her not to worry.

“If not now it will surely happen another day,” Arun assured her.
“So, when again? Deepa asked shyly. When she heard Arun laugh on hearing this,
blood shot to her face as she blushed in embarrassment.
“Do you want me again? Is your pussy itching for my cock.” He whispered
lasciviously to her.
He liked seeing her eyes become downcast in embarrassment. He didn’t wait for her
reply. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning after your husband and kids leave home,” He
promised her.

At that time, she heard the bathroom door opening. “He’s coming out,” She quickly
said in hushed tone before cutting off the phone.

“Where are you now,” Prakash asked Mounika on the phone.

“In the car, almost reaching your place,” She replied.
“Hurry baby, I can’t wait,” He said huskily.

Mounika drove as fast as she could and parked her car beside where Prakash’s car
was parked. She took out her mirror from her hand bag and had a quick look at her
face. She was pleased with what she saw. A forty-eight years old woman who looked
like was in the early thirties. A beautiful, elegantly made up face especially done
with great care for the new young love of her life. She wore a blue saree that was
sheer enough that the exposed part of her stomach and hips were visible enough
through the saree. She wore the lowest cut blouse that she had that matched her
saree. Why did I bother so much to dress up like this for him she laughed to
herself. The clothes were not going to be on her body for long. She rang his bell
and he opened the door immediately for her. He wolf-whistled on seeing her.

“Wow honey you look absolutely stunning,” He said looking at her admiringly.
“You like it? I dressed up especially for you my darling,” She said twirling around
for him to admire.
He grabbed her and pulled her hard against his body. “I’ll show you how much I like
it,” He said as he fastened his lips on her red painted lips.
She parted her lips to accommodate his lips as her eyelids grew heavy with the
passion that engulfed her. Their hands were restlessly pawing on each-others body.
Their clothing was a hinderance to their lustful embrace but yet every touch of
their partners fingers on their body caused shivers of pleasure to run through them
in spite of the clothes being in the way. His tongue insinuated itself into her
sweet mouth. Their tongues duelled in her mouth like two male snakes seeking
dominance for mating rights, each pushing down on the other in sequence. Soon the
battleground for their duel changed from her mouth to his. When their lips finally
parted their eyes locked together in lustful heat. They stood forehead to forehead,
each feeling the passion their lover by the hotness of the breath lashing on to
their faces.

“I missed you darling,” Mounika said with ardent desire.

“Me too baby,” Prakash said genuinely wanting to experience the special pleasure he
got from her enchanting experienced womanhood.

Her trembling red lips were too much of a temptation for him to resist and his lips
avariciously plucked her lips in another deep and amorous kiss. This time their
need to feel each-others body was too great for patience anymore. With their lips
still locked and grinding together they feverishly tried to get rid of their
clothes from their bodies. They still had to reluctantly part their lips for a few
seconds now and then to get their clothes off. In less then a minute their clothes
were strewn on the floor and their naked bodies were mashed against each other as
they kissed passionately. Her fleshy breasts were misshapen as they pushed up
against his muscular chest. But when her swollen nipples rubbed against his taut
flesh she had streaks of pleasure spreading through her. She moaned into his
kissing mouth as she ran her nails over his broad back. She didn’t have to go on to
her toes to kiss him as she still had her three inches heeled sandals on. His hard
cock was trapped between their stomachs. She shuddered as she felt the wet sticky
tip rub against navel.

Even my cock rubbing against her soft stomach is giving me so much pleasure he
thought as he continued to devour her lips. But then her cunt is so much sweeter he
told himself. They kissed with fervour and would take a bit of break to gasp and
take their breath, their foreheads pressed against each other as they whispered
lovingly to each other before continuing to kiss. It seemed like their smooching
continued forever but in reality it was only about fifteen minutes or so. But his
kisses were enough to get her pussy wet and ready to accommodate his virile member
in its warmth. They looked at each other and smiled. She feeling shy at her own
display of desire for her a lover so much younger than her and he, triumphantly in
making this sophisticated woman a slave to his sexual prowess. Learning that she
had never before strayed from her marriage vows and that only he has been
successful in breaching her resistance and unleashing the slut in her made the sex
all the more sweeter.

“They are so beautiful,” Prakash said admiringly as he gently cupped her firmly
hanging fruits. Mounika bit her lips as he pinched her nipple.

“Take car of my cock baby, it’s been yearning for the touch of your fingers.”
Mounika looked at his magnificent love machine. She unconsciously licked her lips
on seeing that pleasure tool. This is what her daughter would get every night she
thought and couldn’t help feeling envious about her own daughter. She just gently
rubbed her forefinger in circles on the foreskin. She saw it jerk as he tightened
his groin when she did that. She smiled mischievously on seeing the reaction her
finger was having on his cock. Prakash felt the heat in his blood rising as her
dainty finger teased his sensitive flesh. He was impatient for those long and
slender fingers to pleasure his thick rod.

“Take it in your hand honey, don’t tease me, stroke it baby… hmm…”
She wrapped her fingers from underneath his cock so that he could see from above
that the tip of her fingers were hardly able to encircle his bulging rod fully. Her
fair fingers with her painted nails caused a stark contrast on the darker skin of
his phallus. This was the best housewife that he had ever fucked. Every thing about
her, every action of hers was highly erotic to him. She started stroking him, long
and slow strokes. Each time she pulled and pushed the skin of his manhood he would
give out a soft moan of pleasure.

“Ohh.. it’s so hot,” Mounika moaned feeling the throbbing flesh of the first man to
have taken her to such unknown heights of pleasure.

Prakash held her head by the back of her neck and pulled her towards him and kissed
her. Mounika continued to stroke his cock as she kissed her naughty lover. He
slowly pushed her head down to his chest. Mounika knew what to do next. She nibbled
on his erect nipple with her teeth but gently enough not to mark him.

“Aarr.. yes baby .. suck .. shake my cock,” Prakash mumbled in passion.

Mounika did exactly that as she now moved from nibbling to sucking on his chest.
The remnants of the lipstick on her lips which had been smudged and almost gone
after their passionate kissing was now smeared around his nipple.

“Ahh… wonderful baby … yesss… Why did your husband stay so long before he travelled
… I missed you baby… I missed your tight pussy.”

“Yes.. he stayed too long this time.” Before her involvement with Prakash Mounika
would be happy if her husband’s trips were put off but for the first time now she
had wished he would go away quickly. She wanted the warm embrace of her virile
stud.

Prakash moaned as her reddish lips refastened on his nipple. He watched her lips
feasting on his body causing him to be in a state of constant arousal. “You wanted
your husband out of the way too,” He teased her.

She bit him a little harder causing him to wince, then almost immediately
soothingly licked him in remorse. “Yes, you rascal .. you’ve made me forget my
hubby. I couldn’t forget that wonderful fuck we had in your bedroom. Your huge cock
nearly tore my poor pussy you brute.”

Prakash felt a fresh flow of lust carousing through his body. Mounika was not the
type to talk dirty. She had never done that with her husband. He had been the only
man to make her open up like this. Hearing words like fuck, cock and pussy coming
from the lips of such a refined woman like her was especially arousing. This was
only the beginning, before this day was over she would be screaming in lust like a
whorish slut.

Mounika cupped his balls with the palm of her other hand as she now sucked his
nipple while stroking him. Her fingers of her hand cupping his balls were now below
his scrotum on the sensitive hidden stem of his phallus. She gently teased,
scrapping her nails on the area that was easily responsive to pleasure. Prakash
groaned in appreciation of the pleasure his mature lover was giving him. These two
illicit lovers were so infused with lust that they were still engaged in their
foreplay right in the middle of the living room. They weren’t even patient enough
to get to the bedroom. Prakash grasped her dangling breast and started fondling it
as she continued to take him to greater pleasure. He has had younger lovers
including the recently seduced Prema but none of the lust filled women could hold a
candle to this woman he thought. In the case of Prema it was more like she seducing
him than the other way around. His earlier experience with two other housewives
happened because they gave out signals that they were available for him. It didn’t
take any great effort on his part before the were lying naked in his bed inviting
him to take them. One was a frustrated wife who was not getting any pleasure from
her husband while the other was bored and wanted to try out an adventure. Both of
them were enthusiastic sexual partners and were very satisfactory in bed.

But Mounika was different from all of them. She was not looking around to cheat on
her husband. She had not given him any indication that she was interested in him.
She was both beautiful and sexy and most important of all thought to be
unattainable. He had pursued her relentlessly. She was the first woman where he had
made full effort to get her in bed with him. She was looked upon as somewhat of an
ice queen. But he always felt that the man who could make her melt would find out
that she was a red-hot volcano of lust waiting to erupt given the right trigger. He
had been proved to be right. When he showed her a new world of higher intensity
sexual bliss she became hooked to the pleasure .. and him. She had now become
predisposed to exploring her sexuality and the many hidden delights therein. He is
to be the recipient of her newfound obsession in exploring the pleasures of the
flesh.

“Sssss… what a manhood you have my love, your cock is so beautiful to look at, it
makes me wet just holding it.” Her open admiration for his phallus and the
uninhibited lust she had for him made him even more aroused.

He looked at her beautiful hands playing with his heated cock and sperm filled
balls and asked her hoarsely,” What’s so special about my cock sweetheart, why do
you like it so much?”

Though he had a good idea why he still wanted to hear those words come out from
those succulent lips of hers.
“It’s so big and more than that it’s so unbelievably thick.”
“Why? Haven’t you seen one so big and thick before?” He was indirectly making a
comparison between his manhood and her husbands because he knew that the only other
male organ she has seen apart from his was that of her husband. She would never
admit to a direct comparison with the man she had spent a whole married life with.
She would not be comfortable demeaning her husband unlike a person such Prema who
would delight in doing it with her lover. But in this way she would be moved to
automatically making a mental comparison between the virile flesh she was holding
in her hands to that of her husband.

“I only seen it in porn movies but never live life this. It was only after I slept
with you for the first time that I realised that even normal men can be as big as
those porn actors.”

“You like watching porn Mounika,” He asked both surprised and delighted.
“Not now but when I was younger we used to…..,” She hesitated to go on.
Prakash could see that she felt shy about telling it out loud by seeing her face
turn red.
“Tell me Mounika, please, it’s only between us, don’t be shy.”
Mounika looked at the eager face of her macho Adonis. Why is such a hunk so crazy
about me she wondered in happiness. As I so attractive to him even at this age?
“My husband and I used to watch it together as we made love when we were much
younger,” She confessed bashfully.
“Wonderful, we’ll do that too and today,” Prakash said being very pleased at what
he heard.

“What part you liked the most in those movies?” Prakash asked further.
“Why are you asking me all this you oaf,” She scolded him playfully.
“No Mounika just out of curiosity. Take me for example I loved seeing the female
porn stars sucking the male stars cocks.”
“You men all are typical. You all like that don’t you?”
“Yes, Mounika and that too I like how their lipstick doesn’t smudge as they suck on
the cock. Not only that they are all so sexily made up with beautiful manicured
fingers, everything is so sexy to see.”

Mounika saw her own well-manicured and painted fingernails shining as she pulled on
his long rod. So, no wonder he keeps looking at my hand stroking him with so much
fascination. “You, silly boy there are smear proof lipstick in the market.”

“Tell me what you like Mounika?”

She pulled his head to hers and gently kissed his lips before whispering. “I like
those with a bit of story, makes it more believable and exciting, not those that
have mindless fucking.”

“You like that too,” Prakash said excitedly. “I like where the hero seduces and
fucks the wimp’s wife.”
“And do you like it to be that the wife is an older woman? Mounika asked
meaningfully. Was this the only reason he wants me she asked herself thoughtfully.
“No, not necessary but the wife must be beautiful and sexy, just like you,” Prakash
replied not falling into any trap set by her.
“If I was not someone’s wife would you not wanted me?”
“You are so glamorous and elegant, it wouldn’t have mattered in your case.”

Mounika was very pleased with his answer and she again started kissing him
passionately. “Thank you for that,” She said after that long kiss ended.
“But with all this beauty and sexiness you being someone else’s wife is an added
bonus,” Prakash said cheekily, grinning at her.
Mounika hit him on his chest several times with the bottom of her fist. “You are an
incorrigible idiot,” She said equally playfully.

“Mounika, do you have lipstick like that,” He asked coyly.

Mounika didn’t understand what he meant. “What? She asked before it struck her what
he wanted to know. She recalled how her own lipstick had smeared and practically
disappeared by their feverish kissing. “Why do you ask?” She asked trying to hide
the smile on her face.

“Just asking, do you have it?” He replied.

“Yes.”
“Now here with you?”
Now Mounika was certain what he wanted her to do. “I think there is one in my
handbag.” She saw the delight in his face when she said that. “Do you want me to
put that on?”
“Yes, please my love.”
“Why do you want to kiss again after that.” She was now shamelessly teasing him.
“Yes, seeing your luscious wet lips before kissing would be very arousing but
something else would be more.” Prakash was thinking how sexy it would be to see her
lipstick covered lips gripping and sucking on his cock. It would just be like in
the blue movies.

“What else do you want me to do? Mounika asked huskily giving him a smouldering
look. She again started playing with his rock-hard cock. The same cock that she
would soon be tasting.
“Wear your lipstick and suck my cock just like in the porn films.”
Mounika gave him a naughty look as she walked to wear she had thrown her handbag
when they had started smooching fierily. Prakash looked admiringly at the movement
of her shapely bottom as she walked. As she still had her heeled sandals on her
well-toned calk and thigh tightened as she moved and up and down movements of her
rounded buttocks were accentuated and very erotic to see. When she bent down to
pick up her handbag the slit of her pussy was puffed up and pushed back. The
glistening he could see showed how wet and ready she was for him. Few minutes later
she was standing before him again with a fresh coat on her lips. They looked so
kissable but he was not sure if it would get smudged again. He wanted to see his
cock enter those delectable lips. But Mounika grabbed him and kissed him very hard
and long. When they parted he could see that there was no smudging at all.

Her lips spread out in a warm and sexy smile. “Is this what you wanted darling?”
“Yes,” He replied. He couldn’t believe himself how hoarse he sounded.
Mounika gave a very sexy look to the magnificent virile young man standing in front
of her before she slowly started kissing down from his neck, chest, stomach till
she was on her knees in front of him. She bit and licked his firm hard muscled
thighs before her face was right in front of his eagerly twitching erect pole.
Mounika raised her eyes to see him looking down with excitement and anticipation.
She bit her lips with her mouth while giving him a suggestive look. She blew cool
air on his hot cock making him tremble.

Prakash was in uncontrollable lust. Such a high society woman, a woman who was
highly respected by some of the most prominent people in the state. The woman who
was treated with deference by powerful men and women. The classy wife of one of the
most powerful men in the state. Such a woman was on her knees in front of him with
his cock in her hands. Such a woman was going to suck his cock just like a slut
would. Nothing can be more arousing than this. Mounika rubbed the head of his cock
on her lips as if applying lipstick on it once more. His precum was now completely
coated on her lips giving them a wet look.

“Don’t tease me anymore baby, suck me … I can’t stand it anymore.”

Mounika smiled at how he lost control and how eager he had become for her to take
his cock in her mouth. She licked his cock head cleaning it of the precum. She
opened her mouth completely wide to accommodate his huge girth before her lips
wrapped around his thickness, taking the head in her wet mouth. Prakash watched in
fascination seeing those wet, red lips pressing down on his darker flesh. She
slowly moved her head forward, half of his cock entered into her warm mouth before
she pulled back till only the tip of his cock was trapped in her lips before taking
him in again. As her lips were pulled over his long stalk the part of his stem that
she had sucked was wet with her saliva. After a few minutes she slowly pulled his
foreskin back as she sucked. Prakash was in heaven. She is sucking him just like a
porn star. This day was going to be wonderful day.

pisode 26

She is sucking him just like a porn star. This day was going to be wonderful day.
Prakash ran his fingers through her luxuriant tresses. Those somewhat curly locks
tumbled half way down her back. There was yet no grey in them and the dark tresses
was in sharp contrast to her fair skinned body.

“Shake my cock as you suck it honey,” Prakash said his voice strained in passion.
She took her mouth of his cock to look enquiringly at him. His meaty dick was
bathed in her saliva.
“Shake my cock as you suck baby,” Prakash repeated.
Her own lust was heightened by his expression of pure arousal. She stroked his cock
slowly in long strokes. She kissed his rose-coloured bud every time she pulled his
foreskin back. He was so aroused that his precum was seeping to the floor. Mounika
was determined that his love juice was not to be wasted. When his precum flowed out
as she pulled his foreskin back, she would swipe that of his bud with the tip of
her tongue. She had never been so keen to taste the fluid of a man as she was now.
As her tongue snaked out from her mouth it was a lighter shade of red than that of
her lips. She stopped shaking him now as she licked his cock from the tip to the
root. She was amazed at how hot his skin was. He was really in a high state of
eroticism. She took his balls one by one and gently sucked it. They were really
heavy sacs of virile fluid. His sperms were probably reaching towards the boiling
point of release in them she thought. Seeing how big and heavy they were she
thought that surely my daughter would become pregnant in no time.

Strangely this also made her jealous at the same time. Her daughter would be
getting something from him that she can never have, namely his child. Well strictly
speaking it was not impossible for her to bear his child as she hadn’t hit
menopause yet. All she had to do was stop taking the birth control tabs she had
recently started taking and he would soon make her belly swell. But that was out of
the question, not at this age she thought regretfully. That means, would I have
happily gone to the ultimate extent of cheating on my marriage by having my lover’s
child if this affair with a consummate lover like Prakash had started I had been
younger, say in my thirties, she wondered. Thinking now of how much she was
consumed by her desire for Prakash she had to admit that the answer would have
probably been a yes. She wanted to give every bit of herself to him, become
immersed with him that she would have craved the unbreakable bond between them that
their love child would create. This was the all-consuming passion with lust that
she had never had before.

Suck me there Mounika,” Prakash said as he opened his legs a bit wider and lifted
his balls up and exposed the sensitive part below his testicles to her. The more
sexually adept Prema did this automatically without him having to ask or show her
but the somewhat naïve Mounika in matters of sex needed to be guided. This itself
was more erotic for Prakash. Prema probably have done this for a number of men but
Mounika would be doing this only for him.

As Mounika brought her face close to that place the manly smell of arousal from his
heated body hit her nostrils. This was a new smell, a strange smell but a highly
intoxicating smell. She held on to his sturdy thighs for balance, her nails digging
into his flesh by the force of her hold as she kissed him there. The touch of her
tender lips on the flesh made him shiver in pleasure. She ran her tongue in a line
over the inner stem hidden by his skin. She ran it like a paint brush up and down.

“Ahhh…. Yes baby,” Prakash moaned.

Mounika now started sucking while letting her tongue brush on the spot. She was a
quick leaner. They way he moaned and feeling his legs tremble in her strong grip
told her how much of pleasure she was giving him. She did not know that he could be
so sensitive in the spot. A young man like him was teaching a mature woman like her
on new ways of pleasing a man. It showed her about his experience with women and
also made her jealous once more that other women had also had the pleasure of this
hunk of a man.

“I mustn’t be letting him show the ways to pleasure him, I must give him pleasures
that he had not experienced before,” She thought determinedly.

At the same time Mounika also felt a tinge of guilt that she had never been this
resolute in wanting to please her husband. What a whore this sweet rascal had made
me become she thought. I’m a highly respected housewife but now I secretly desire
to be his slut. She kneaded the flesh of his buttocks hard as she sucked beneath
his balls. She ran her long fingers on the crack of his arse. She heard him take a
sharp audible breath as her finger brushed against his butt hole. That’s another
sensitive spot she thought as she rubbed the tip of her finger on his butt hole.
When she pushed her finger inside Prakash’s cock jerked as he let out a loud groan
of pleasure. She now stroked his cock as she sucked below his balls while at the
same time probing his butt hole with her finger. This three- pronged attack on his
privates took him to unknown heights of pleasure. She not only looked like a love
goddess she was proving to be a love goddess in the art of sex too. Mounika felt
the droplets of his precum seeping on to her face. She was very pleased that she
was taking him to the throes of unimaginable pleasure.

Prakash wanted his cock back in her sweet and moist mouth. He pulled up her head
and fed her his cock. She gobbled it enthusiastically and started sucking him with
vigour. Her head bobbed up and down very rapidly as she took more than half his
length in her mouth each time she sucked.

“Ohh honey yess… it’s so good baby …. Suck meeee…. Suck..suck…” This was the first
time he was blabbering incoherently like this when getting a blowjob.

There was another first for him. When she continued to suck him so rapidly for
another five or six minutes he had to stop her as his hot sperm was on the verge of
spurting out. He had always enjoyed it tremendously when a woman sucked on his big
dong but he had never before lost control that he would reach orgasm by the sucking
alone. Usually when he wanted a woman to drink his love juice she had to masturbate
him along with sucking him before he reached his orgasm. Even then he would have to
concentrate to reach his climax but Mounika had been able to take him close to the
peak just by her mouth alone.

“Come on baby I want to fuck you,” He said hoarsely.

“Let’s go to your bedroom sweetheart,” Mounika said as she got up. She too needed
his thick girth stretching her love hole to it’s maximum.

“No, honey, that’s for later, let’s do it here,” Prakash said indicating his plush
carpet.

He has fucked me in his condo’s bedroom, his house’s bedroom, in his car and now we
are going to do it in the middle of the house like this she thought with eager
anticipation. Everything with him was a new sexual adventure for her. He lay down
on the carpet and held his long tool in his hand pointing to the ceiling. He wants
me to ride him first she thought happily. She was going to ride him slowly. She
wanted this first session to be a very long and pleasurable one. This way she could
control the pace. She mounted his groin and took his cock from his hand. She rubbed
it over her wet slit coating his head with her wet stickiness. She sat on him
slowly letting her wet tunnel gobble him up inch by inch. She loved the feeling of
his cock flesh pushing her moist walls aside as it slid in. She sat on him with a
sigh of pleasure as she took the entirety of his manhood into her love hole. Their
eyes met in a mixture of love, arousal and deep lust.

“One week without your pussy was a week too long,” He said with a smile. “My cock
fit’s so snuggly in your pussy my love.”

She lay on his body and kissed him with ardour. “With you in me, it feels like we
are both one. Just your cock inside me is like I’m in paradise.”

Mounika moved her buttocks in slow circles tightening her pussy walls as she did
so. Prakash could see the strain in her face as she did that. “I can feel your
pussy gripping Mounika,” Prakash said.

“Do I make you happy Prakash dear, do you really love me or am I just a free fuck?
Are you having sex with me because I am Jayakar’s wife?”

Prakash held her cheeks in both his palms and kissed her puckered lips. “You are
not just another woman to me Mounika. You are very special. The sole reason I
intend to marry Sandhya is because I want to be with you.”
Mounika was both very pleased and a little disturbed. “You will treat Sandhya well
won’t you. She is my daughter and I don’t want her life to be affected badly.”

“You mean so much to me so how can I treat your own flesh and blood badly. Don’t
you worry my lovely lover, I’ll make her happy.” Prakash saw her face brighten in
happiness but also noticed another emotion conflicting with that. He couldn’t quite
place it but had seen a similar reaction elsewhere.

“What is it honey, your thinking something else?” Prakash asked directly.

Mounika shook her head and smiled,” No, nothing,” She answered evasively.

It was then that Prakash suddenly remembered where he had seen that expression
before. It had not been on the face of a woman. That’s why he couldn’t quite place
it. It had been on the face of a man. It was when he was caught one time by the
husband of a women he was having sex with. The man had come home unexpectedly while
he was in the midst of the second round with her. He was fucking her in her hall,
on the sofa. He had heard her moaning loudly in pleasure and had peeked in through
a small opening in the window blinds. He had seen his wife’s expression of pure
bliss as she was fucked in doggy style. He had sat down broken on his own doorway.
When the woman had come to send him off in the front doorway they were shocked to
see the husband sitting there. The husband was not violent or angry he was sad and
hurt badly by the betrayal. There tears of recrimination from the husband, tears of
fear and sadness from the wife and he was helpless between them. This was the first
time he had been caught in this situation. The wife apologised again and again to
her husband. She assured him that she still loved him and the adulterous sex was
only purely physical without any emotional involvement. She had succumbed in a
moment of weakness and it was not his fault at all she had assured her husband.
That’s when he had seen that expression, apart from the hurt and sadness there was
this expression which he later learnt was jealousy. For the sake of their children
the two of them worked things out. It was not easy and took a long time. It took a
long time for the wounds to heal. She was not ready to give up her marriage which
had been fine except that she had got a bit bored by the routine life. Only when
this threat of the marriage failing did she realise how important it was for her.
She cut off all contact with Prakash. Probably she will never again cheat on her
husband Prakash concluded. For the first time Prakash felt bad about what he did
when he saw the hurt on the face of the husband. He had avoided any such adulterous
relationships for about two years. That is until he saw Mounika. He was captivated
by her elegance, beauty and glamour. He had relapsed back to the joys of the
forbidden pleasure. Having once done that, continuing with Prema and Lekha became a
consequence of that.

“Mounika, are you jealous of your own daughter?” He teased her.

Mounika’s face turned bright red at having been found out. She buried her face in
his neck, refusing to see his face. He forcibly pulled up her face. She closed her
eyes tightly refusing to see his face.
“Look at me darling, come on, open your eyes.”
She shook her head I refusal. He kissed her deeply on before repeating,” Come on
dear, look at me.”
She slowly opened her eyes with a small smile of embarrassment playing on her lips.
“Don’t you want me to keep your daughter happy?”
Mounika nodded yes, shyly.
“I’ll give her my love and keep her happy but you will always be number one for me
my love.” What both Mounika and Sandhya would not know is that he won’t be
exclusively for them alone. He would discretely have his flings with any women he
was attracted to and whom he succeeds in seducing. One thing is that he won’t
indulge in paid sex.

Prakash looked at the lovely face looking back at him shyly. Do break that shyness
and get her back to erotic sex mood he said,” The porn stars were right. Your
lipstick is still intact and your lips are very kissable,” Prakash teased her.

“Don’t tease me you buffalo, I’m not a porn actress,” She admonished him but kissed
him as he had told kiss desire for her wet lips.

Mounika’s him were moving back and forth while she lay on him. He helped her by
squeezing her by her buttocks and pulling her up and down. In this way her breasts
that were mashed against his chest were pulled up and down on his body. This made
her nipples even more dilated if that was possible. The rubbing caused her to have
two pleasure points invading her senses. One caused by his huge girthed cock in her
tight pleasure hole and the other on her nipples by his chest.

“Take me darling, make me your woman,” She hissed in passion.

“No baby, you have to fuck me, You’re on top.”

Mounika sucked on his neck as she started moving her hips faster. Her Mangalsutra
was rubbing against his chest causing some grating but he did not bother about it
as the pleasure emanating from his groin was much greater than the little
discomfort. Besides it reminded him that his cock was lodged in the cunt of Mrs
Mounika Jayakar who was blissfully unaware that his wife was shamelessly
fornicating with him waiting for the moment he would be out of the way. Mounika
pressed her chest and upper part of her stomach on his body and just raised her
buttocks till her body was arched like a reverse bow over his sturdy body. Only the
head of his cock was held by her cunt lips.

“Push down my arse with your hands darling,” Mounika whispered, her voice dripping
with desire.

Prakash grabbed both her soft buttocks flesh with his strong grip, squeezed the
soft malleable flesh before pushing her arse down. As her cunt once more swallowed
his cock fully Mounika moaned into his mouth as she sucked on his lips. As soon as
their pubic hairs met she would raise her buttocks again as before inviting him to
push downwards once more. The fucked like this for several minutes as she increased
her speed. Each time his thick flesh rubbed against her sensitive spots in her
pussy walls she would be transported to new heights of joy by that sensation. The
flow of her love juice was constant and was lubricating his pole so that it aided
her in moving faster and faster. The increasing intensity of her kiss told him that
she was approaching her crescendo.

She was not able to keep her lips contact with his anymore. With eyes closed and
mouth open she kept moaning,” nng fuck… nng fuck… nng fuck… nng fuck…”

He thrust his hips upwards meeting her downward plunge. Their rapidly churning sex
organs was hastening her to blissful release. “OOohhh… fuckkkkk…,” Mounika shrieked
loudly before she lay down completely on his body. The little shudders from her
body every few seconds revealed the tremors of pleasure that was washing through
her.

Mounika looked up at his face and smiled bashfully. She had shamelessly enjoyed
this illicit mating and had immodestly lamented out loudly like a bitch in heat.
There was no display of the decorum or dignity of a woman of her standing in
society. She was simply a woman who was consumed by her lustful cravings. The
whites of her eyes were now of a hue like her lips showing the extent of her heated
passion.

“I needed that … I missed that … it was fantastic,” She generously praised his
sexual prowess.
They engaged once more in a passionate kiss. Though sated for the moment, Mounika
needed more than that. Small droplets of sweat had formed on their bodies. Before
their first love making session ends the droplets would turn to small rivulets
dripping down from their bodies. She sat up on his body with his cock still very
much lodged deep within her. His hard flesh was still in its heated state despite
the soaking it got from her feminine release. There was a strong smell of sex there
now that kindle their desire towards their next session. She was still breathing
heavily and her shapely breasts were moving in accordance to her heaving body.
Mounika was so fair skinned that the areola at the tip of her breast was not dark
hued but of a rich pink colour with a slighter darker distended half an inch bud
that just needed to be suckled on. He would be the only other man apart from her
husband who would be afforded that privilege. Seeing him look hungrily at them
Mounika took her breasts in both hands and squeezed them together. It was as if she
was promising him that his cock would be pressed between those pulpy flesh the way
it was now being pressed by her engulfing pussy muscles.

She held the back of his head slightly up by the palm of her hand and leaned
forward and fed him her nipple. “Suck me my love, suckle it my baby boy,” She said
huskily.
Like a famished baby he eagerly suckled on her breast causing her to moan. He
chewed on her breast not caring if he was to leave a mark. Her husband would only
be back after about ten days. His love marks should have healed by them. She
whimpered in delight at the rough devouring of her flesh by her greedy lover. This
was very different from how gently her husband handles her. He roughly squeezed her
other breast as he fed on her. Both her rubbery tits were chewed like they have
never been before. His handling had reddened the white flesh of her bell-shaped
breasts. Her desire was fully ignited once more. She needed his rough plumbing of
the depths of her womanhood. She slid off his body and lay on the lush carpet with
her legs pulled wide to either side of her body.

“Fuck me Prakash dear, fuck me hard, I want you in me now,” She pleaded.
Prakash too was in extreme heat, he needed to get his own release. He mounted her
quickly, plunging in his hot rod unceremoniously into her grasping pussy.
“Uff…,” Mounika grunted at the force of his trust. “Slowly you ruffian, your poking
like this aww..”
Prakash was not in the apologetic mood. He started pumping his cock in with vigour.
She held on to his heaving body frantically. She twined her legs over his, pressing
her calves over his hard-muscled calves. Her nails were constantly digging in and
releasing into the flesh of his broad back. His undulating body plunged his pole
into her treasure as if it was moving in waves. The erotic movements of two
passionate lovers engaging in the genuine act of seeking pleasure from each other’s
body can never be replicated in the artificial world of the porn movies. Here were
two lovers who were experiencing untold levels of pleasure from their sinful act of
lust and passion.

“Ahh.. ngg… fuck me..Prakash… Prakash… ng,, ng.. “

“hump… sweet bitch… sweet cunt…ahh…”

“Your cock is killing me darling… Oh god god…ohh..”

“Fuck… I’m going to fuck your tight cunt every day baby.. every day till your
husband comes back…”
Mounika was in a delirium of sexual pleasure. She was mumbling vulgarly .. words
she had heard but never uttered before. “Tear my cunt you fucking bastard… you like
my married hole don’t you… fuck me with your filthy cock..”

“Fucking your whorish slutty cunt is wonderful.. Jayakar… your wife is thrusting
her cunt up for my cock… see how she fucks like a bitch in heat..”

“Ang… ang… harder you dirty big cocked bastard.. you like seducing another man’s
wife don’t you .. show me what you’ve got.”
Prakash pumped in fast forceful thrusts, making their bodies thud together loudly.
“How is my fucking… better than your husbands..”
In her highly passionate state of mind she was not conscious of what she was
saying, only the need for more and more of the divine pleasure he was giving her.
“Yes… your huge cock is super… fuck me baby like my husband never can.. ohh.. ohh..
ohh..”
They were like two animals fornicating without any reservations. Jayaker would have
never recognised that this was his spouse of nearly thirty years who was wallowing
in lust like this without a shred of decency or shame.

“Oh god your taking me to heaven Prakash .. My husband is nothing to you… you’re a
superb lover aarr…”

“Ahhhh…. I’m coming baby…. Fill me .. fill my cunt with your virile life fluid….
Aarrghhh…”
Mounika lost all control. She moaned loudly, biting on to his chest, she drew hard
lines on his back and his buttocks with her nails. This orgasm had surpassed even
the pleasure he had given her earlier when they made love. She was vaguely
conscious of his own fluid spewing into her hungrily spasming cunt flesh. It was
like a volcano that had erupted into her spilling it’s potent lava. Her body was
spasming harder than if she had been suffering from fits. This glorious bliss
lasted for a long minute and more. When they finally came to their normal senses
they shared a secret smile. A smile that recognised a new found intimacy that had
grown between them and within them. She knew that she had crossed another line in
her adulterous behaviour. She had talked disparagingly about her husband’s sexual
organ and love making skill. This was a line she didn’t think she would cross but
he had shown her paradise that she never imagined existed in sex.
She lay cosily in his arms as he carried her into his bedroom. That they had left
the evidence of their passion dripping in a large spot on the expensive carpet was
of no consequence to them. Much more awaited them on this long day. Mounika thought
that Prakash would definitely fulfil his promise of banging her at least four or
five times today. He would sure exhaust her but that would be wonderful exhaustion.

Episode 27

Lekha could see that Pakesh was clearly upset. Something had been upsetting him the
last couple of days. His disquiet was clearly evident to her but she did not probe
him on it. If it was any issues about his candidacy then let him come out with it
first she decided to herself. As far as she was concerned there could not be any
major problems in it. He was in the good books of both his party leader and that of
the leader of the major party in the coalition. She let him be in his morose mood
till she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Come on Rakesh out with it. You’ve been under this sullen mood for too long.
What’s the problem? Maybe I can give some suggestions,” She finally burst out.

“Has it been so obvious Lekha? I didn’t want you to get worried, that’s why I
didn’t mention about it for so long.”

“I’m your wife. You can open up to me. I’m here for you to share in all your
problems.”

Rakesh sighed deeply before he spoke. “You know dear that I was not the favourite
to get the position of youth wing leader.”

“That’s an old story, what about it now?”

“Well my rival’s supporters think that I had a hand in his son getting into trouble
with the security officer on drug charges. That’s was what ultimately forced him to
resign from the party.”

“Who cares what they think. You are the youth chief now and that is all that
matters,” Lekha said haughtily. “By the way did you have anything to with the drug
case? Lekha asked acting innocent.

Rakesh hesitated, he was a very closed man, even with his own wife. He nodded to
himself as if coming to a decision. “Lekha, I don’t know if you had noticed but
there was a very rough looking man who used to come here to see me.”

“A rough looking man?? She frowned as if trying very hard to recollect what her
husband meant. Seeing how genuine her puzzled look was one would think she had
missed what could have been her true career. That is a very fine actress. She was
very aware of who her husband was mentioning yet her act completely fooled her
husband. This of course was not the only way she had fooled him she had made him
wear the horns of a deceived husband.

“Yeah, it’s very likely that you wouldn’t have paid much mind to it,” Rakesh said
naively. Not only had his wife noticed him but she had connected intimately with
him.

Lekha controlled herself from bursting out in laughter and with a serious face
asked her husband,” You really didn’t answer me, did that fellow you mentioned have
anything to do with the drug case of your rival’s son?”

Rakesh was not sure how his wife would react if he told her the truth but he
decided that it’s about time Lekha knew the whole episode. “Yes Lekha, I arranged
the planting of the drugs through the man I mentioned just now.”

“Whaattt??? You did that? Lekha said. Rakesh could not discern if she was shocked
or surprised or possibly both.

“I had to Lekha. My rival had more support from the party members. If I did not
arrange this I would never have become the youth wing chief. I hope you don’t think
badly of me.”

“Badly of you?? No, no, no I’m proud of you. I didn’t think you could act so boldly
or decisively. Now that you mention it I seem to recall a tall, well built man
coming here to see you. You must have been very satisfied with his service?”

Seeing the muddled look on her husband’s face Lekha quickly continued. “I mean he
had done what you wanted him to do to your complete satisfaction didn’t he?”

“Yes Lekha, he was very good in that. He was so clever and discrete that no one in
my party suspected this had been a set up.”

“He completely satisfied me in bed too you fool,” Lekha looked at her husband
completely covering the feeling of pity she felt for him. “He was very clever and
discreet in setting me up as his mistress that you didn’t suspect that he was
watering my parched land with his long pipe,” she thought with disdain for her
unsuspecting husband.

“It was good that he did what we needed didn’t he,” Lekha said. Vinod had succeeded
in getting her husband the post he wanted and had succeeded in getting her and
giving her the sexual service she had needed.

“Yes, but some loyalist to my rival are trying to insinuate to my party chief that
I had been responsible for the problem and had created a bad name for the party.”

“Forget them dear, what can they do without any proof they would be impotent to do
anything about it.” Rakesh seemed to get reassured by Lekha and she could visibly
see the confidence seeping back to his face.

You don’t know how potent Vinod’s weapon was Lekha thought to herself as she looked
at her unsuspecting cuckolded husband. His length and girth completed filled and
stretched my pussy out. My whole body would be flushed red after he finishes
pumping my pussy with his big joy stick. He had filled me with pleasure that you
can only dream of giving me. It upset me so much that he died. Not because I had
any emotional attachment to him but because I was going to be deprived of the
immense pleasure he gave me. But now Prema has promised that there was another
virile hunk to take over Vinod’s role. That day is just another three days away and
I can’t wait.

After their first bout of illicit love making both Prakash and Mounika had cleaned
themselves up and had been laying on his bed and talking lovingly to each other.
Their talk was interspersed with frequent kisses of passion. Their hands had been
busy teasing each other’s body as they cooed to each other like two love birds.
Slowly their desires had been reignited. His pole had grown to its full largeness
in her soft hand. They were now sprawling this way and that way in the luxurious
bed, holding each other in a tight embrace. Their friction of their bodies against
each other was causing small streaks of pleasure to pervade their bodies. Their
lips were locked in a voracious kiss. Their tongues duelled like two rapiers
handled by expert swordsmen.

“Hmm.. mmm… hmmm,” were the only muffled sounds coming out from the locked lips.

Mounika had captured his sturdy thigh by her two legs. The wet slit of her pussy
was rubbing against his firm muscles. Her hand was in between their bodies. Her
long fingers had encircled his blood engorged thick cock. Her long hair was
completely tousled now giving her a wild vampish look. The coolness generated by
his air conditioner was no match to the heat generated by the friction of their
bodies.

“Oh god baby … your body feels so good…”

“Take my again my love … I’m so wet waiting for your cock….fuck me…”

Mounika was now on top of Prakash. His long shaft was trapped up against his
stomach. The opening of her pussy was just placed near the bottom of his cock, just
above his balls. As they kissed passionately once more she moved her hips front and
back rubbing her slit on the length of his shaft without letting the tip of his
cock reaching her entrance. His shaft was now copiously covered by her sticky love
fluid. The rubbing of the two sensitive love organs was causing a small bit of foam
to appear. Mounika was pleasuring him as she pleasured herself. Prakash hadn’t
tasted her love juice yet since she came there. He turned her body around with his
strong arms so that her thighs were on either side of his head and her glistening
juicy opening was right over his mouth. He ran his tongue over her pussy lips with
a broad swipe of his tongue.

“Ohh… baby… ssss….,” Mounika moaned.

Prakash fixed his lips on the opening and slurped her love juice noisily. There was
enough of her honey there to fill coat his probing tongue fully.

“AArrr.. ng.. ngg….,” Mounika moaned in pleasure. Her fingers on his cock tightened
as she sought to control the pleasure shooting through her body.
She saw the wetness caused by her rubbing pussy on his thigh. She was both
embarrassed and aroused by her own wantonness. She couldn’t believe herself that
she had turned into so much of a nympho. Not only had she stained his thigh she had
done the same to his sex pole. She could see and feel her own stickiness in her
fingers.

“Arrr..oohhh..,” She jerked as if prodded by an electric pole as Prakash nibbled

and pulled on her clitoris with his lips.

“Ahhh… god ..your killing me…” She whimpered in bliss.

His erect angry looking cock was waiting for her own sweet mouth to engulf it. She
didn’t bother to clean it of her own wetness sticking on it. She was too much in
the throes of lust for that. Her lips wrapped around his cock head sucking on it
hungrily. She stroked his cock as her warm mouth suckled on that hard flesh. Her
stroking made him seep his own thin love juice into her swiping tongue.

“Hmm.. aaa… ssss…”

“Ohh ngg.. ngg … annggg….”

Only their muffled moans of pleasure were heard in that quiet room. Along with that
the strong odour of sex filled the room and their nostrils heightening their
already white-hot feeling of lust. The mature dignified pussy was overflowing into
his mouth like that of a pussy of a bitch in heat. The intoxicating taste of that
special feminine honey was making Prakash mad with desire. He was aware how
precious her nectar was because he was only the second man to whom she had fed it.
She would not have flowed into the mouth so copiously even for the rightful owner
of the pussy.

Prakash had already come once so he was very much in control as the distinguished
Mrs. Monunika Jayakar sucked on his cock like it was the sweetest lollipop. He was
sucking and licking hard. The slurping sound he was making could probably be heard
beyond the closed bedroom door. Prakash’s mouth was causing her to have several
mini orgasms but not yet the big release she sought so much. She was pressing her
pussy harder into his mouth. The phone Prakash had placed strategically on the
mantle place was continuously recording this depraved act of sinful lust. She had
enough trust in him that she had allowed him to persuade her to allow the recording
of their sex act. Seeing themselves fucking would be more arousing than any porn
films she would have seen he had assured her. Mounika could feel the blissful
pressure building in the pit of her stomach and flowing towards her groin. The
heavenly release she had sought was soon to come.

“Prakash suck mee…lick me lover… I’m going to come…. Suck me suck me suck me…”

Prakash redoubled his efforts. He could feel the muscles of her thighs quivering.
She’s was very close. Prakash sucked hard on her clit.

“Arrggghhhh….. I’m cominggggg……..” Mounika screamed as she started spasming in

pleasure. Her wet flow went beyond his lips and down his cheek.

After she had quietened down, he pulled her up to him and kissed her. She kissed
without ant hesitation tasting her own juices on his lips.

“How was that darling?” He asked her playfully.

“I love you,” was all she said as she kissed him again.
Prakash reached out and took his phone. He opened the recording of their sex act.
Mounika was seeing for the first time her own sex acts. That she was capable of
such passion, such vulgarity was a surprise to her. Prakash had brought out the
sexual being in her. He was right she thought. Seeing herself as the star of the
sexual act was indeed extremely arousing. In spite of having just had an orgasm she
found her desires rising again. Prakash propped the phone against a pillow. Mounika
was watching the screen in sexual fascination. Prakash got behind her. He lifted
her thigh up and held it by one hand. He rubbed his cock against her pussy opening.

“Ohh…,” She moaned in anticipation watching the screen where they were sprawling
together on the bed like two animals.

Prakash pushed his cock in, her pussy easily swallowed his pole, pulling it in. She
gasped as Prakash started fucking her. Her chasteness, loyalty to her marriage was
all a thing of the past. She now felt that she was a sensual woman who was seeking
the joys of love that she deserves. From being seduced by Prakash she decided that
she was going to be the seductress enticing him into delicious acts of illicit
pleasure. She felt his hot hard flesh pump in and out and she gave a deep sigh of
contentment.

Episode 28

Mounika found her own undulating body movements sinuous and sensuous as she saw
herself enjoying the ministrations of Prakash’s tongue in her pussy on his mobile
phone’s screen. This was the first time she was actually able to concentrate and
listen to her own lamentations of pleasure. It reinforced within her how much
pleasure her young lover had given her. She was so taken up on seeing herself
enjoying cunnilingus on the screen that she was not conscious of the huge rock-hard
flesh of her lover sliding in and out of her gloriously tight pussy but was only
aware of the pleasure that was carousing through her lithe body. She was breathing
through her mouth rather than her nose as she had to gulp in larger amounts of air
and then was causing an audible gasp each time as she did so. Her eyelids were
getting heavy and her eyeballs were beginning to roll upwards as more and more
pleasure engulfed her very being. She was jerked out of this entranced state of
pleasure by her phone ringing. She froze from all movements and so did Prakash who
stopped moving as his thick rode was fully thrust into her pleasure pit with his
pelvis pressed against the soft flesh of her buttock. She reached for her phone
which was on the side table beside the bed. The call was from Jayakar. This was
not unusual. Her husband would often call one or two days after he had gone on one
of his trips just to say he had safely reached his destination. This was a habit
with him.

“Hello dear, how are you,” Mounika tried to speak normally. This was rather awkward
for her. She was very guiltily conscious that a young man’s huge sex member was
planted deep inside her most intimate part as she spoke to her husband. She had not
some half an hour ago just shrieked like a slut wallowing in adulterous sex with
her newfound young lover. Yet she had to pretend that everything was normal.

“I’m good darling. Reached here late afternoon but was busy so couldn’t call you
earlier. It’s 11.30pm here now,” Jayakar said.

“Oh, it’s late morning here,” Mounika said as she felt Prakash starting to fuck her
again. “That scoundrel, he knows I’m talking to my husband yet he’s doing me. I’ve
got to control from moaning or gasping,” Mounika thought to herself but she also
could not deny the feeling of great arousal in indulging in such a sinful act.

“Are you at home?” Jayakar asked.

“No dear, I’m out, thinking of enjoying some outside food.”
“Yeah Mounika, always at home can be boring, getting something outside sometimes is
more appetizing,” Jayakar said with a smile. He was talking in double meaning as he
watched his overseas office executive Susan’s lips slurp up and down on his cock.
Susan was going to share his bed for the night. Little did he realise that the
double meaning talk also had meaning for his wife who also smiled thinking that the
cock she was getting from outside her home was indeed very delicious.

“You understand my wishes very well dear husband, that’s why I love you.”
“I love you too dear, I’m tired and sleeping, bye dear, enjoy yourself,” Jayakar
said as he cut his call.
Mounika got up suddenly causing Prakash’s cock to slip out from her cunt. She got
up on to her hands and knees, Her, curvaceous body with her flaring hips and
rounded buttocks was extremely tempting and inviting. She turned her face to look
at him. He saw her face that was convulsed in lust. With a voice dripping with
desire she said,” You heard what my husband said? He wants me to enjoy outside
fare, fuck me … but first record this, I want to watch us fucking together.”

Mounika herself could not believe that it was her who was so boldly asking to be
fucked like a whore. She had become so enamoured with her young lover she wanted to
enjoy every bit of pleasure with him. Prakash happily set up his phone before he
fucked her from behind. This way her expression of uncontrolled lust and his was
clearly recorded. She wailed loudly in unrestrained pleasure as Prakash fucked her
long and hard.

“angg… anggg… angg…. Tear my pussy my darling… fuckkkk….” She screamed.

“What a fucker you are baby…. Ahh god you fuck hard… aww…. Be gentle with my
daughter..”
“You want my cock Mounika? Huh? Tell me how much you want it..”
“Yesss… Yesss… I want your huge cock… I love it… this married pussy just needs your
virile cock..”
“Wait you bitches.. both mother and daughter are going to be slaves to my cock.”
“Ahhhhh…..,” Mounika had a massive orgasm but Prakash continued to fuck her.

Mounika lost count of the times she came before Prakash filled her love hole with
his potent fluid. They rested for a while before they took a shower together. As
Prakash had said they had remained naked throughout the day except when Prakash had
a towel around his waist as the food they ordered was delivered. Mounika was lying
naked on his bed at that time. The ate together feeding each other before Prakash
fucked her on the dining table. They hugged each as they slept for an hour or so.
She was awakened by his passionate kissing. They watched themselves having
fornicated earlier that was recorded in his phone. She played with his cock as he
fingered her pussy while watching their starring role in their private sex film.
Soon she was holding a raging hardon in her fingers and his fingers were completely
sticky from her oozing. This time they made love sensuously. They took their time
exploring every bit of each others bodies. He fucked her breasts as she held them
both tightly against his phallus. This was a first for her. She had never done this
with her husband before. He wanted her butt hole but she strongly refused. He did
not force the issue. Prakash was confident that he would be the one to take her
anal virginity and that too soon. She shivered under him in soft whimpers as she
came again with his gentle love making. This time they whispered words of love and
endearment as he filled her cup with his seed. They made love once more as they
took their shower together. As he had promised he had fucked her five times that
day, the most times she had ever had sex in a day but she lost count of the number
of times she came that day. Her face had the glow of freshly fucked satisfying sex.
Her body was tingling and her intimate part was pleasantly sore. She had an
exhausted deep sleep that night.

Prema called Prakash to set up a date for Lekha and herself with him the very next
day but Prakash refused. He was not superman, he needed time to recover too.
Besides he needed the fingernail marks and teeth marks left by Mounika on his body
to heal. He needed to have his full energy back because he needed to make sure
those two married sluts had a day they would not forget with him. He had met both
their husbands at that fund-raising party and he did not particularly like their
looks. They both had cunning looks. They were capable of conniving in any way to
make sure they got what they want. They also did not seem to have any compassion
for those who were less fortunate than them. After he had thoroughly fucked Prema
and Lekha together he wanted to invite their husbands for a dinner preferably with
Prema and Lekha also attending. He wanted to have a pleasant conversation with them
after having made both of them fools by ravishing their wives. If they came alone
without their wives then he planned to slowly turn the conversation to sex. He
would tell them a fictitious incident that had happened in the US while he was
there and how he had fornicated with two housewives together but in actual fact he
would be describing the way he had fucked their wives. He needed to gauge their
reactions. It may give him a clue whether they can be manipulated.

After he had said no another two days had passed. Prakash felt re-energised. He was
raring to have sex again. During these three days Mounika did not want to have sex
either. She had told Prakash that it had been too much sexual activity for her to
take. Even though mentally she was keen for her age it was physically exhausting.
She had spent her nights conversing with him. They would cajole and tease each
other. She felt so young and alive as if she was experiencing her first love in her
youth. This was another type of pleasure for her. One that did not make her body
glow but instead her heart glow. Prakash had gone on another date with Sandhya.
This time they had gone as far as kissing. From the kissing itself Prakash was able
to figure out that Sandhya was no innocent young girl. It really didn’t bother him
if she had prior experience with men or even if she was not a virgin anymore. He
was not some old-fashioned man in this regard. Marrying Sandhya would have a lot of
benefits, primarily it would give him the opportunity to continue his affair with
her mother with much lesser chance of discovery. She would bring a sufficient
amount of fortune into the marriage and the added connections of his father in law
would be very useful in his business. Also, working the pussy of the mother and
daughter together was very kinky to him. But for now he confined himself to only
kisses with Sandhya.

Just when he was debating whether to call Prema she called him. That would mean
only one thing. She wanted to have sex. He took up the phone happily.

“Hi baby, how are you?” She gushed.

“Not so good, was just thinking of you,” He replied.
“Why? Not good?”
“Was missing you that’s why. Was missing your sweet little cunt.”
“Hah don’t lie. I called you three days ago and you rejected me,” Prema said
feinting to be hurt.
“Not rejected sweetheart, I was so keen but my dad had some important work for me.
Got to take care of that too you know. You don’t know how upset I was that I could
not go to you,” Now Prakash pretended to be remorseful.
“Really? You were pining for me? How sweet.”
“Yes, baby I really did. I wanted that fragrant flower you have between your
thighs.”

Prema felt herself getting moist by his words and not in her eyes. “That’s why I
called Prakash, could you come to my cottage tomorrow morning by ten. Lekha and I
would meet you there.”

“The two of you? Prema could hear the excitement in his voice.
“Yes, Lekha’s husband would be going to their parties district office from early
tomorrow morning and would only be back the next day evening.”

“Wonderful, I’ve been thinking of her from the day I met her at the fund-raising
event.”
“The poor girl was feeling the same. You made her feel that monster you have hidden
in your pants didn’t you and now she wants to see that live.”
“Ha ha .. Not to worry, tomorrow she not only can see it, she can play with it,
taste it .. do whatever she likes.”
“Yes baby, we are going to make sure that long snake of yours is ready to strike
the whole day long.”
“Is that a promise or a threat?” He said with a laugh.
“Both,” Prema said laughing with him.

After Prema cut the phone she turned to Lekha who had been listening in as Prema
had it on speaker. “We’re all set Lekha, you’ll know why I told you that you’ll
have a memorable experience tomorrow.”
Lekha just nodded licking her lips. After Vinod it had been too long. She really
needed to have a satisfying romp in the bed.

Episode 29

Lekha felt a little shy as she faced the leering Prakash. The fact that she had
come to have sex with this stranger was somewhat discomforting but a whole lot
exciting. It had been months since she had a good romp in the bed. She was standing
in Premawathi’s cottage after a very long time. The last time she left this place
was after being thoroughly and satisfyingly fucked by Vinod. Now she was hoping she
would be getting a thoroughly satisfying fuck from the young man standing in front
of her. The two men, that is Vinod and Prakash, were so very different from each
other. Vinod was rough looking, not very educated, rather crude in his language
and manners and had a mean and cruel look. Prakash on the other hand was highly
educated, cultured, was a scion of high society, suave and ruggedly handsome. The
one common feature between them was that they were both strapping, virile male
specimens.

“Hi Lekha, good to see you again, you look so splendid,” Prakash said as he hugged
her in greeting.

His strong embrace crushed her lush body firmly against his strong muscular body.
Prakash could feel her body trembling slightly. “How cute, this experienced
politician’s wife is nervous around me,” He thought to himself with amusement.

“Hey how about a hug for me,” Prema said in mock petulance.
“How can I forget you my dear,” Prakash said as he hugged Prema now.

There was no reticence on the part of Prema. She hugged him back tightly and was
engaged in a passionate lip lock with him. It was a wet, sloppy kiss and Lekha saw
Prema’s hand slide down his body in search of his manhood. The way her fingers
grabbed what was behind his zipper indicated that what was hidden from view was
likely very substantial. Lekha also saw Prakash’s hand mauling Prema’s plump
breast. It caused Lekha’s own nipples to swell up and press against the confining
bra cups. With their lips still pressed together Prema turned her head slightly to
towards the watching Lekha. She beckoned her to come closer to them. Lekha did so
as if she was in a trance.

Breaking her kiss with Prakash she told him,” Poor Lekha is looking longingly at
us, give her one of your special kisses.”
Prakash gladly obliged. He now grabbed Lekha and kissed her greedly. For all his
experience this was something new for Prakash. He had never had a threesome with
two women before this. It was very exciting that his first threesome was going to
be with two rich cheating wives. That too these were not some very average looking
women but two good looking sex crazy bitches in heat. He sucked in her tongue as he
devoured her soft lips. He felt Prema’s hands working on his zip. Soon she had his
thick erection out from its confinement. He thought that Prema would either play
with his cock with her fingers or take it in her mouth while he kissed Lekha but
she did neither. Lekha had come in a blouse and jeans. Prema unbuttoned her blouse
and pulled up Lekha’s bra to free her breasts. While kissing Lekha, Prakash peeked
down to look at her breasts. Lekha’s breasts were more or less similar to Mounika’s
breasts. They were both 34 B sized with very little sag. Her nipples were dark
browned unlike the pink nipples of Mounika as though Lekha was fair too she was not
as white toned as Mounika. Her complexion could be described as light ruddy red.

Prema started tweeking Lekha’s erect nipples with her fingers. Lekha moaned into
Prakash’s mouth as she continued to kiss Prakash. She closed her eyes in mesmeric
arousal as she now sucked on Prakash’s probing tongue. Lekha jerked as she felt a
new sensation in her body. Her eyes flashed open. She saw Prema’s lipstick covered
red lips latched on to her nipple. This was a new sensation for Lekha, no woman had
ever sucked on her tits but this new feeling was very pleasurable. Her eyelids
closed again as she let herself enjoy the new joy her friend was giving her. Prema
took Lekha’s hand and placed it on Prakash’s raging erection. This was the third
different cock that Lekha was holding after her marriage. The second and third
cocks were much more impressive than the modest specimen her husband has. Lekha
couldn’t but help making a mental comparison of her two adulterous lovers love
weapon. As far as her fingers could measure running them over the impressive meat,
both Vinod and Prakash were about the same length but where Prakash had Vinod beat
is the difference in girth. Though Vinod was no slouch but Prakash’s girth was
truly awesome. She could not believe a cock could be so thick. He must be the size
of my wrist she thought in awe. She peeked down at the blood engorged, bulging
veined hard love meat. She felt a shiver running through her body.

“God, is he going to make me permanently loose? Is it going to hurt a lot? Would my

husband find out the difference? But more importantly is my husband’s cock ever
going to be enough for me after this? All these thoughts were burgeoning through
her mind the way that his huge love pole is soon going to burgeon through her
tightly pressed pussy flesh. Of course, deep in her mind she was aware that the
elastic pussy muscles would soon get back to their original shape fairly soon after
the sex session.

“Enough of feeding on her lips, now feed on her breasts,” Prema commanded Prakash
who was eager to oblige.

Prakash saw that Lekha’s nipples were wet with Prema’s saliva. He sucked on Lekha’s
nipple tasting both Prema’s saliva and Lekha’s erect milk squirting flesh. Prema on
her part was on squatting on her knees in front of Prakash. She stroked his cock a
few times rubbing her thumb over his pink glans and underneath the head. He had
seeped quite a bit of precum when Lekha had played with his cock. Prema now spread
that precum all over the head of his cock. When it was coated to her satisfaction
she started licking it off. She had to open her mouth completely wide to take his
cockhead in her mouth. She sucked him, bobbing her head back and forth taking about
half his length inside her mouth. A constant flow of pleasure emanated through his
body as Prema expertly suckled on his erect member. He jerked his hips slightly
forward and back trying to push a little more of his rod inside but never with
force as he knew how hard it would be even for an experienced cocksucker like Prema
to take more of his cock in her mouth because of his unusual thickness. Prema had
the pallu of her saree on the floor as she had pulled up her blouse and bra to
expose her 36 C sized breasts. They were more corpulent and sagged more than
Lekha’s tits but were nevertheless still sexy. Prema started massaging her own tits
as she sucked on Prakash’s thick stalk. Meanwhile Lekha was holding his head to her
breast the way a mother would her feeding child. She was moaning softly from the
pleasure he was giving her. The sight of the three of them engaged in this foreplay
would have been very erotic for anyone who could have seen it as they were mostly
clothed except for some of their intimate parts being exposed. This went on for a
few minutes till Prema’s next command. She had taken on the role of orchestrating
the threesome sex session.

“Come Lekha, squat in front of him like me, suck his cock for the first time.”
Lekha too was very eager to taste that impressive piece of man meat.

“Have you ever seen anything so beautiful and big,” Prema asked her friend.
“No Prema, never.”
“You said your dead lover Vinod was big, wasn’t he like this?”
“Yes, he was long .. like this and quite thick ..but god this is huge ..like a
monster.”
Prema laughed pleased that their new lover was better than anything either of them
had before. “Are you scared seeing it?” Prema teased her friend.

Lekha had a diffident smile as she answered hesitantly. “Yes, a little.”

“Don’t be dear, you’ll know how good it feels only when it is inside you.” Both
Lekha and Prema admiringly handled their plaything.
“Take in your mouth Lekha,” Prema said as she pulled the cock towards Lekha’s
mouth. She rubbed the cockhead on Lekha’s lips till Lekha’s lips were shining with
his sticky love juice. “Open your mouth wide Lekha, mmm .. yes suck it.”
Lekha though not as experienced a cocksucker like Prema was nevertheless adept
enough in that skill of foreplay. While Lekha sucked the mushroom shaped head,
Prema stroked the remaining stem slowly feeding Prakash’s precum into Lekha’s
mouth. Prema expertly fondled his balls with the other hand stimulating the flow of
fluid more. Prakash stood there like a king, feet apart while the two rich sluts
salivated over his enormous organ. They took turns to play pleasurable music on his
impressive flute. They were so shameless that they were frigging themselves as they
serviced him with their mouths.

“Finger each other not yourselves,” Prakash commanded. They complied as if they
were his slaves. In a way they were his slaves … sex slaves.

“Pull your stomach in,” Prema told Lekha so that Lekha’s jeans would loosen around
her stomach and she could slide her hand down to Lekha’s pussy. Similarly, Lekha
had her hand down the front of Prema’s saree.

The moaned as they took turns to run their fingers over each-others slits. As women
they knew exactly how to stimulate their lover’s pussy and bring them great
pleasure. This was the first time either of them was fingering a cunt other than
their own. It felt strange but very erotic. They both sucked his cock at the same
time. When one of them took the cock in the mouth the other would lick the stem.
Sometimes their lips would accidently rub against each other. After sometime they
were engaged in a full-fledged kiss. Prakash looked at the two women kissing
passionately as he stroked his cock.

“Get up my two beautiful sluts, strip me of all my clothes,” He told them. They
immediately got up eager to have his thick pole screw them. The quickly got him
completely naked.
“He looks magnificent doesn’t he?” Prema told Lekha. Lekha just nodded licking her
lips in lust.
“Look at that thing jutting out from his muscular body, it looks so arousing,
doesn’t it?”
Lekha could only agree in her mind. He was indeed a splendid specimen of manhood.
It’s going to be difficult to give him up if I have to,” She told herself.
“You girls now strip each other and let us go to bed.” Soon all their clothes were
strewn on the floor.

“Both of you look damn sexy,” Prakash said with admiration. Indeed, they were two
fleshy voluptuous women. They did not have the classic beauty of Mounika but they
sluttiness in them shone through for all to see. They were made for fucking,
especially if that was sinful copulation.

He had his arms around their waists as they stood either side of him as he led them
to the bedroom. Lekha was rubbing his body while Prema was fondling his cock as
they walked in together. The sight of the bed brought back old memories to Lekha.
This was the very bed where she had lain crushed by Vinod’s strapping body as he
pummelled her wet cunt with his big rod. Now another new virile young lover was
going to fuck her in the same bed and make her husband a fool once more.

“Now you two get into bed and start making love.. I want to see it,” Prakash said
with a smirk on his face.
Lekha and Prema looked at each other with a mixture of shyness and arousal. Seeing
their reaction Prakash asked,” Have you two girls ever had lesbian sex before?”
It was Prema, the bolder among the two who answered. “No, it’s a first experience
for both of us. But I’ve always wanted to try a threesome with a woman. I’ve had a
threesome with two college going young men before.”
“You always like to experiment in sex don’t you?” There was clear admiration in
Prakash’s voice as he said this.

“Well I don’t know if there is going to be a next life so my motto is to enjoy life
as much as possible now when I can. The best enjoyment that nature has given is
sex. That should be enjoyed in all aspects without guilt or regret. I’m not going
to confine myself to my husband’s average prick.”

“Good for you,” Prakash said,” Now you two show me what you’ve got. I’ve never seen
a live lesbian show before.”
Lekha lay on the bed first. Prema got on top of her, soft breasts rubbing against
soft breasts. Their kiss started slowly but slowly became more and more passionate.
Prakash stood stroking his cock as he watched the two wealthy wives in their
thirties engaging in their first lesbian experience. Seeing two pairs of soft
feminine lips sucking on each other was completely different than seeing a man and
a woman kiss. There was no lack of passion but at the same time there was a
gentleness in kiss. Maybe one woman new better how the other woman would like to be
kissed. Prema started kissing down Lekha’s body. She sucked on the protruding half
inch nipples of Lekha who moaned in appreciation. Prema then fed her own inch long
nipple to Lekha’s open lips. Prema’s fingers slid open Lekha womanhood as she
expertly fingered her. Lekha’s sucking became more voracious as Prema’s fingers
transported her to heights of pleasure. The two women took turns to lick the
other’s body and finger each other. They went into 69 position and tasted pussy for
the first time in their lives. Finally, they lay with their legs crisscrossed and
body away from each other as their two pussy lips were tightly pressed together as
if engaged in a kiss. Only their hands were held by each other pulling their bodies
tighter together. As their two wet cunts rubbed together they groaned and moaned
in uncontrollable pleasure.

“OOhh..,” “hnng… hnng…” “huh.. huh.. huh.. huh..”

Prakash couldn’t wait any longer. He got up on the bed and went to his knees in
front of Lekha. She saw the alluring hard erection dangling in front of her face
with swooning eyes. He held it by his hand and shoved it into her mouth. She sucked
on it gleefully as her pussy and Prema’s pussy rubbing together caused a gush of
pleasure to flood her body. Their cunts were so wet that there was a squishy sound
as the rubbed together. As Lekha was very near her climax she quickly disengaged
her legs and pushed Prakash toile down prone on the bed. She straddled his hips and
guided the enormous hard meat into her tight pussy.

“Aahh.. aahh… ,” She gasped as she was not used to the unusual thickness. She
thought that her cunt lips were stretched so much that it might cause a tear but of
course the elastic flesh could accommodate even his thickness. New found pleasure
started shooting through her body as his pleasure pole lived up to its promise of
transporting her to paradise.

Prema not wanting to be left behind straddled Prakash head and started rubbing her
cunt lips on his lips. Prakash could taste the lust secretions of both women in
Prema’s cunt itself. Lekha had her first intense climax soon after and slid off
Prakash’s body exhausted. Prema took her place to ride Prakash’s tool. Seeing how
Prema was whimpering in pleasure aroused Lekha again in a short while. While Prema
rode Prakash Lekha sat on Prakash’s face, facing Prema. The two women kissed and
fondled each other’s breasts as Prakash’s cock and mouth was causing continuous
pleasure to cascade through their bodies. The two women continued to change
positions each time enjoying a tremendously gratifying climax. Finally, Prakash
shot his first load into Lekha. The heavenly joy she was experiencing made Lekha
beyond caring. With Vinod she had been careful that he used protection unless it
was on her absolutely safe days but here she did not even think about it or care.
What overwhelmed her very soul was the mind-blowing bliss.

Prakash spent a good four to five hours fucking the two women till even they who
were insatiable could take it no more. He left the two spent women sleeping in
each-others arms as he got dressed. The two of them could only look at him with
drowsy eyes. Lekha had never been fucked like this even by Vinod and she knew that
she would want this hunk’s thick phallus once more. Prema was right she thought,
Prakash is something special. Her cunt was still dripping with his cum. It felt a
little sore but pleasantly so. Prakash looked at the two naked housewives with a
satisfied smile. These sluts with their itchy cunts would willing come whenever he
needed a cunt to pleasure him. What the three of them did not know was that their
entire sexual escapade had been secretly recorded.

Many months had passed since this sexual tryst between Prakash and the two of them.
Rakesh was very busy with election work which was expected to be not more than a
little over a month away. This enabled Lekha to have a one on one session with
Prakash in his condo three times. Prakash had started having sex with Sandhya and
their marriage had been confirmed to be on. This did not stop his regular fuck
sessions with his future mother-in-law. Now Prakash could make a comparison between
mother and daughter. Definitely the mother was the better fuck but Sandhya was a
close second. Prakash now had four women in his stable of fuck dolls, Mounika,
Prema, Lekha and Sandhya. Keeping the four sexually demanding women was exhausting
work but he manfully managed it. If only their husbands did their duty the call on
him wouldn’t be so heavy he thought of Mounika, Lekha and Prema.

Arun was now effectively running the Gowranga gang. He had become so ruthless that
Bogan and the other gangs were slowly being subdued by his power. He would more
bravely be involved in smuggling, drug distribution, land and property grabbing and
money laundering. He was also getting close to politicians on all sides of the
divide. He was now clearly on the radar of the security officer who were watching
the development of all this with alarm. Nominally Gowranga was still the boss but
in reality the power was entirely in Arun’s hands.

Episode 30 (last)

Deepa was feeding her bedridden husband when Arun walked in. Gowranga lay helpless
on the bed, his spine though not broken was badly damaged. He could at best sit,
standing would have caused great pain to him. Not that he could have stood in the
first place. His left leg was amputated at the knee and his right leg was mangled
badly. Even his right hand was affected, he had only limited movements in that.
Only his left hand was fully functional. All this was the work of Arun who had
arranged the accident that had caused all of this. It was sheer luck that Gowranga
was alive at all. Gowranga looked at who was just recently his chief henchman with
a mixture of fear and pure hatred. Gowranga hated the man who had usurped his gang
and with it all his power, wealth and influence. But at the same time, he was
deeply fearful of Arun. He knew that Arun could snuff out his life anytime if he so
wished. Through Deepa, Arun had got the details of all the people who were in power
and influence who were on the take from Gowranga. With Gowranga being disabled they
gladly continued to receive their payments through Arun. Men without ethics or
morals certainly won’t have any sense of loyalty. There were two men in Gowranga’s
gang who were loyal to him and spoke up for their boss. Arun saw to it that they
were eliminated. After that no one dared question Arun’s authority.

“Has he finished eating?” Arun asked as he walked in.

“Yes, just now,” Deepa said as he held a glass of water for her husband to drink.
Arun looked at Gowranga with a mocking smile. “I have no pity seeing you like
this,” he spat out his words. “My brother was so very loyal to you. He was the
reason you made so much of money and had so much control over your gang and yet you
chose to do nothing about his murder. I got my revenge on my own and now all that
belongs to you belongs to me.”

With that he pulled Deepa, who had just gotten up after giving water to her
husband, into his embrace. He kissed her deeply while mauling her body with his
hands. Deepa too hugged her lover tightly. In the beginning she had been hesitant
to display her passion for her lover in front of her disabled husband but now she
had got used to it. Gowranga looked at the kissing lovers with great resentment,
pain and anger but cursed his own helplessness in being unable to do anything about
it. He could see them exchange tongues in the open-mouthed wet kiss they were
engaging in. Till he had seen his wife with Arun he had never ever thought that his
wife was capable of such wild passion. He realised that he had mistreated and
neglected his wife as he sought his sexual gratification through whoever was his
current mistress at that time. Now Arun was taking care of her needs and Arun took
perverse pleasure in doing it in front of him. Arun soon undressed Deepa fully
till she stood there fully naked in front of him. Gowranga could see the efforts
his wife had taken to look alluring for her lover in the last few months. She had
slimmed down a bit and looked much more sexier. She had never bothered to do it for
him Gowranga thought with bitterness.

“Get down in front baby and suck my cock,” Arun commanded.

Without a moment’s hesitation Deepa knelt in front of him and unbuckled and pulled
down her lover’s pants and underwear. His long snake was only half erect. Deepa
soon rectified it by stroking his cock and bringing it to full attention. Arun
looked at Gowranga sneeringly as Deepa kissed and licked his erection. Gowranga
tried as much as possible to look away but his eyes kept getting drawn back to the
sight of his wife of nearly twenty years pleasuring her lover as if he had some
sort of latent masochistic tendencies.

“Take it in your mouth. Tell your husband how much you like it,” Arun whispered to
her.
Deepa too had resentment had how her husband had treated her all these years. It
was as if she was just a vessel to bear him his children and that she was not worth
anything else. He had disrespected her, humiliated her and now it was her turn. She
took a big mouthful of his cock and coated it with her saliva. She sucked him with
relish, all the while stroking him.

“Look at how big his cock is,” She told her husband. “When it enters my pussy, I
see heaven. He fucks like a real man, not like you with your puny cock which is
absolutely worthless.”

“You whore. You slut,” Gowranga snarled in impotent anger but both Arun and Deepa
just laughed at him. That made Gowranga angrier.

Arun got fully naked too and pulled Deepa right to Gowranga’s bed. He made her bend
down and hold on to the bed and thrust her buttocks out back to him. Arun shoved
his cock into her wet cunt till it was completely buried inside her quim.
“Uffhh..” She gasped at the force of his trust. Her eyes were locked on to her
husband’s eyes. He could not avert his eyes like a rat which was frozen at the
glare of a snake.
“Hunngg… hunngg… hunggg…,” she groaned as her body swayed front at back at the
force of the thrusts from Arun’s hips.

“Pull down his pyjamas,” Arun ordered Deepa.

Gowranga tried to prevent Deepa from doing that with his only one hand he could
still use but he lacked the strength to prevent his wife from doing what Arun asked
of her. He felt great humiliation because when his pyjamas were pulled down it
exposed his small cock that was in full erection. He felt shame, anger and jealousy
but he could not prevent this physiological reaction in his body. Both Arun and
Deepa laughed with derision at the sight of his puny pecker getting fully hard at
seeing his wife getting fucked right in front of him.

“Put his hand on his cock,” Arun told Deepa. Though Gowranga resisted Deepa pulled
his hand to his cock. He refused to hold it.
“Watch him fuck me, you like it I know,” Deepa told her husband huskily. “Ahhh… his
cock is so good .. yesss…”
Seeing the lustful expression on his wife’s face kept arousing Gowranga’s own
feelings. When Deepa completely ignored him and concentrated only on enjoying the
intense fucking by her lover Gowranga too started stroking his cock almost in an
absentminded manner. This was the new reality of Gowranga’s life.

Dharana and his bosses were having a serious conversation with the state security
officer chief.
“He has grown too powerful,” The Commissioner was telling the state chief. “Soon he
would wipe out all the other gangs and be the sole person controlling all criminal
activities. It would become harder to stop or control him then.”

The security officer chief looked at his men pensively. He was aware what his men
were proposing but in these times of pressure from the human rights commission it
not so easy to get the approval from the home ministry which incidentally comes
directly under the Chief Minister.

“Is there any other way to curb his growing influence,” he asked, “maybe go after
his men and imprison them on some of the many charges against them?”

The city commissioner then spoke. “You know very well sir that the charges would be
difficult to prove and won’t stick. They will be out in no time. Anyway, it would
only be a temporary solution, we need a permanent one.”

The security officer Chief sighed. He had only another two more years of service to
go and public and media fallout on any perceived illegal security officer encounter
death would have some serious ramifications but there was no putting off some
things.

“Okay, I’ll speak to the CM about this and get back to you.” The influence of this
Arun character was more within the current opposition ranks. If as all intelligence
reports suggest the opposition would form the next government then the CM would be
more amenable to agree to eliminate this criminal.

Mounika was lying face down on the big table on her husband’s study room. Her saree
was pulled up over her hips and her legs spread wide on the ground. Prakash had his
big cock in her pussy and he was pummelling her cunt with speed and force. Though
the door to the study was locked and the room was quite sound proof she still tried
to control her moaning. Her servants were in the kitchen and it was unlikely they
would hear any sounds. Prakash was a frequent visitor to her home as the confirmed
future son in law of the family so his presence here was not likely to cause any
suspicions. In his previous visits they had only secretly kissed or groped briefly
or on one or two occasions their feet playing footsie under the table during lunch
or dinner. Today was the first time that they were having sex in her home. Her
husband was overseas, her son in the office and Sandhya out with her friends. So,
this was a golden opportunity for Prakash to fulfil his dream of fucking Mounika in
her home.

“Hngg.. hngg.. hngg… faster darling .. hngg… faster,” Mounika moaned as her future
son in law’s huge manhood pushed deep into her feminine treasure rapidly. She was
equally aroused as he was in having this illicit tryst right in her husband’s
study. This was where her husband would go through some of his important business
matters when he was home. He would be totally oblivious that his wife had been
getting her pussy drilled by his son in law on the very table he was using.

Her blouse was open at the front and her bra had been loosened. Her firm breast was
pressed against the cool dark brown mahogany wood of her husband’s study table. As
her body was pushed up and down by the force of his fucking her nipples rubbed
against the smooth surface of the table. This also enhanced the pleasure she was
getting. He had been fucking her for over ten minutes and she had already had an
orgasm. Prakash turned her around to make her sit on the edge of the table. He now
plunged his cock back into her pussy. She half leaned back with her weight held
back from falling by her hands around his neck. She wrapped her long shapely legs
around his waist as he started fucking her again. Prakash leaned forward to suck on
her nipples as his hips moved with piston like rapidity. They enjoyed another
fifteen minutes of increasing pleasure caused by the churning together of their
love tools. Her whimpers and groans were slowly getting louder. Her muscles started
tightening, her nerves started jangling. Her thighs tightened around his waist. She
frantically sought his lips with hers. She started spasming in a crunching wave of
orgasmic pleasure and her squeezing pussy muscles milked the potent life fluid that
gushed out from her lover’s cock in voluminous spurts. The photo of her husband on
the wall looked upon the spent bodies of his wife and his son in law with a benign
smile.

The most trusted aide to Maheswara, the leader of the opposition and the likely
next Chief Minister was briefing his leader.

“I gave you the recording of recording of that rich playboy, Prakash having sex
with Rakesh’s wife Lekha and Yogeshvar’s wife Premawathi earlier didn’t I boss. He
is continuing to have sex with both of them and they didn’t stop after that day. It
was no one time sex with them.”

“Is he still having sex with both of them at the same time?” Maheswara asked.
“No chief, he is fucking them both but separately. Rakesh’s wife is getting
careless and that could be a problem. The elections are getting too close.”

“These rich bitches with their itchy cunts can be useful sometimes but they can
also cause great headaches,” Maheswara thought with irritation. Having the video of
the wife of one of the leaders of the main coalition having adulterous sex would be
useful he had thought in keeping the party in line after he comes to power. Bonus
was also having the video of the wife of a very prominent businessman. They could
use that as leverage if ever needed.

“That poor stupid bastard Rakesh is stuck with such a lecherous wife. We had to get
rid of that Vinod because of the potential problem her affair could cause,”
Maheswara said.

The aide was astounded at the foresight of his chief. He had already decided that
he needed the coalition of Rakesh’s party if his chief was sure to become the state
Chief Minister. He had therefore asked him to arrange for the surveillance of all
the prominent members of the coalition party. Nothing should go wrong he had
surmised. That’s when they discovered the affair between the noted criminal Vinod
and Lekha. If the news of the affair leaked out it would damage the coalition party
badly and consequently hurt the chances of their own party. Moreover, the man
involved, Vinod was the chief lieutenant of Balveer who had close ties to the
present Chief Minister. This was doubly bad news hence the decision for the
assassination of Vinod. Through their sources the aide had come to know of death of
Bogan and Vinod’s involvement in it. They had learnt how Arun had lusted for
revenge but got no help from his boss Gowranga. So, the aide contacted Arun
anonymously and had financed the assassination. The had subsequently been gratified
at how fast Arun’s power grew and had now brought him to their side for use in the
future. They had hoped that with Vinod’s death Lekha would cease all illicit sexual
activities but they have been proved wrong. She had tasted the pleasures of the
forbidden fruit and now she was longing for more. She had chosen that young buck
and is going to his place to have sex and with a greater frequency than she did
with Vinod. If she was more discrete then it would not have been so much of a
problem but she was getting careless. Maybe because the fuck service provided by
Prakash was so good.

“Shall we get this Prakash killed like Vinod,” The aide asked Maheswara.
“No, that would be dangerous. He is the son of a very powerful and prominent
family. That would cause us a lot of problems.”
“Then what do we do?” The aide asked.
“Solve the core problem,” Maheswara replied.
“What exactly does that mean?” The aide asked puzzled.
“Get rid of Lekha and make it look like an accident.”
The aide just nodded.

ACP Dharana’s boss got the go ahead from the security officer Chief. They were to
get Arun in an encounter. They planned the encounter meticulously.

Arun was briefing his men. They were to kill a woman called Lekhashree and they
were to make it look like an accident. He would also be with them.

The next day Arun and two of his men set out to follow Lekha. Unknown to them a
team of six security officermen, all experts with the gun were following. Who was
going to succeed would only be known after how the events of the day fallout. (It’s
left to the readers to decide).

The End