Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[Suraj76626]

Suraj,

Off late from your comments, I came to know that this is your first story, but let me tell you, I didn't feel so impressed by any other story till now, you have great engagement and writing skill, request you not leave the story in between in near future. Created account today specifically to comment and thank you for your efforts in this story . Thanks mate !!!

Appreciate it bro, will definitely take the story to conclusion. I wanted to post another story but it will hamper regular updates to this one and mess both of them hence for a while this will be sole offering from my side.

[Luca Modric]

Suraj brother...reps added...
Will be waiting for update...

Just tear apart Shipra's arrogance.....

[Armani007]

Its not just patode, but many men waiting to shove their dick in the holes of shipra.

True. Right now there are just three.

[Armani007]

Suraj brother...reps added...
Will be waiting for update...

Just tear apart Shipra's arrogance.....

I Don't see her as arrogant.  But a true sanskari bhabhi type. And with patode she's trying to maintain a professional relationship, a balanced one. She may come up on top even.

[neelchaand]

Though this story and the author have become my most favourite because of the fantastic plot and outstanding writing, now I with great disappointment I have to say that the story is losing its charm and becoming a bit boring because of its monotonous long conversations and a regular cliff-hanging of keeping everyone waiting at the end of each chapter for the real action of Shipra's sexual ordeal along with Namrata's ordeals.

A Big Chapter 21 is almost over and we are yet to see the physical ordeals of Shipra!

The theme of the ordeal is yet to start after 21 very big chapters!

So many actions and ordeals (By Saad, the real stud; by the village politicians, by the village elders and the village youngsters etc.) could have been written by the amazing sensual writing skills of the author which could have glued the whole Xossipy Community to this story!
Alas, nothing is happening and the disappointment is growing amongst us, the readers!

However, the plot still lingers, with the conflict between Shipra's characteristic principles and Patode's persuasions.

I am afraid that keeping the avid readers waiting and disappointing so much for the theme of the ordeal will make this story lose its valuable fan base and the story may become a stagnant one and eventually lose all its charm and attraction!

I hope the author would pay attention to the expectations of the avid fans of this story and come up with some outstanding plots of ordeals for both the high-class urban ladies in the hand of rural misogynist dick-head males!

As a super fan of the author and the story, I'll keep waiting for the updates to start the ordeals for both the urban ladies in the awesome signature style of the author.

[Nesamanikumar]

Fantastic

[Luca Modric]

Yeah yeah yeah... The chapter doesn't do justice to the last one but be patient next part of the chapter is almost ready. Will post it on Sunday.

The chapter was getting very lengthy hence bifurcated it.

I Don't see her as arrogant.  But a true sanskari bhabhi type. And with patode she's trying to maintain a professional relationship, a balanced one. She may come up on top even.

To me shipra is definitely arrogant... She knows only patode lift her up from the situation..  If she was sanskari she would never compromise and lie on bed...

[Yesudoss]

Very nice update

[Rangabaashyam]

How did patode JUST sleep with shipra without doing anything. I expected him to bang her.

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 21: Actions and Consequences : Part 2

"You're mine now," he murmured darkly, his voice filled with ownership as he rubbed his hardness against her sensitive skin, marking her with his touch, making his claim undeniable.

Patode Narration of the Night

"Hmmm," Shipra squirmed, her eyes fixated on Patode’s thick cock, glistening with the mix of Namrata’s orgasmic discharge and his own precum. The sight was obscene, yet undeniably mesmerizing. Every rough movement as he smeared his hardness across her chest made her body respond in ways she couldn’t control, her nipples stiffening as his degrading touch claimed her in the most primal way. The contrast between her image as a loyal, respectable wife and the woman being marked so shamelessly sent a jolt of dark arousal through her, breaking the boundaries she had once held firm.



The more Patode asserted his dominance, rubbing himself against her with a possessiveness that screamed ownership, the more Shipra’s body betrayed her mind. Her breath quickened, and the heat between her legs intensified. The violation of her purity, the sheer obscenity of what he was doing, should have repulsed her. But instead, it filled her with a raw, carnal desire that seemed to devour her from within. She had experienced domination with her ex before but never imagined that being treated this way after her marriage, as if her dignity and morals were stripped away with every act, would fill her with such intoxicating pleasure.


"This ripe body of yours is meant for pleasure, Shipra," Patode growled, his voice thick with lust. "Reserving it just for a wimpy husband who can't satisfy you is a crime. Surrender to me, let me ravage every inch of this tempting figure, let me quench your thirst." His hand gripped her neck firmly, the pressure sending a shiver down her spine as he lowered himself, claiming her mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss. Shipra's lips parted instinctively, and she responded to his kiss with an urgency that surprised even her. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, exploring, dominating, intertwining with hers in a primal dance. The wet sound of their tongues smacking and licking against each other filled the air, the intensity of their passion making everything else fade away.



Shipra’s body responded to the heat between them, her hand moving on its own as she reached for Patode’s cock, wrapping her fingers around its thickness. She stroked it slowly at first, feeling the power in her grip as she rubbed it between her breasts, her chest heaving with arousal. The sensation of his hardness sliding against her skin, mixing with her own mounting pleasure, fueled her desire. Her mind was no longer a battlefield of guilt and restraint. It was all about the moment—the pleasure, the forbidden ecstasy that surged through her body.



After what felt like an eternity, Shipra broke the kiss, gasping for air, her lips swollen and slick with their shared saliva. Patode, seeing his opportunity, wasted no time. With a swift, rough motion, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her head down, slamming his cock into her mouth with a brutal force. Shipra’s eyes widened for a moment, but her body, already consumed by lust, accepted his domination.

"Suck it," Patode groaned, his voice filled with the heady thrill of control. "Suck it with that cheating mouth of yours." His words dripped with indecency, and each vulgar comment only intensified the feeling of degradation coursing through her. But it wasn’t shame she felt; it was raw, animalistic pleasure. The same mouth she kissed her husband with, the mouth that whispered words of affection to her child, was now fully devoted to this filthy act of infidelity.



Patode groaned above her, his hips thrusting forward as he began to fuck her mouth with an unrelenting rhythm. His cock slid deeper with each thrust, the head hitting the back of her throat as he pushed her limits. He grabbed her hair tighter, pulling her closer as her mouth stretched to accommodate his girth. Her gagging only seemed to excite him more, his cock twitching at the sound of her choking.

"Gluuughhhh... Glaaackkkkk..." Shipra’s throat protested, but she didn’t stop, her body fully submitting to him. Each wet, gagging sound echoed through the room, filling the space with the noise of their obscene act.



"That's it, that's it, you married bitch—choke on it, your mouth feels fucking good" Patode growled, his voice dripping with dominance. "I’m going to cum deep in your throat, and you'll love swallowing every drop of it." His thrusts became more aggressive, each one more deliberate as he forced his cock further down her throat. Shipra’s eyes began to water, her throat constricting as she struggled to breathe. Panic started to creep in, and her hands instinctively reached for his thighs, tapping them in a desperate attempt to signal her refusal, her body betraying the earlier haze of lust.

Patode’s crude, degrading words jolted her out of the daze she had been in, the spell of lust dissolving as his perversion pushed her beyond her limit. It reminded her of the terms she has set few moments ago specifically to avoid such circumstance.

"Gluuughhhh... Glaaackkkkk... Gluggghhhh..." The sounds of her choking filled the air, her throat tightening in protest. Patode, high on the thrill of control, ignored her taps, too consumed by his own impending climax to care. His cock twitched violently, the promise of release so close that he lost all sense of restraint. But Shipra's survival instinct kicked in. In a frantic effort, she mustered all her strength and pushed him away, her hands shoving at his hips with a force born out of desperation.

Patode stumbled back, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. Frustration was clearly marked on his face. He was so close to a release and breaking Shipra down.

Her chest heaved, rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath, her lips swollen and her throat raw from the rough treatment. A mixture of her saliva combined with Patode's slimy precum trickled down Shipra's mouth. Shipra glanced down at her body, now covered in the evidence of his desire. The warm, sticky sensation on her skin felt both degrading and electrifying, a reminder of how close she had come to losing herself completely in the moment. Yet the reality of what had just happened clashed with the intensity of her earlier arousal.

Patode, still panting, stood above her, his face was a mixture of unquenched lust and frustration, knowing he had been denied the full satisfaction he craved. But for Shipra, the moment had shattered whatever twisted pleasure she had felt, leaving only the raw reality of her actions.

"Patode!" Shipra snapped, her voice sharp with anger as she wiped her lips and chest. "I agreed to this arrangement, but that doesn't mean you can cross every line. I have already made it clear that you will not do anything which is not consensual. You need to control yourself, or this isn't going to work. Consider this your first and last warning." Her words were firm, heavy but lacked her earlier convection.

"I mean it, Patode," Shipra spoke again catching her breath and steadying herself after the rough oral onslaught. "If you can’t respect the limits, this arrangement is over." She turned away, trying to gather her composure as she left the bed, her mind still spinning from the intensity of what had transpired. The thrill of it lingered in her body, but her conscience screamed for control. She couldn’t let herself be consumed by the rush.

"Where do you think you're going? At least help me finish," Patode barked back, his tone sharp with frustration and wounded pride.

Without turning to face him, Shipra stopped at the door, her back straight, her voice cold and steady. "I am not your cum dump, Patode."

As she reached the hallway, her voice floated back, echoing off the walls with a biting edge. "Get Namrata to finish you off, or better yet, use your own damn hands." The sound of her footsteps grew fainter as she left the room, leaving Patode behind still seething with frustration.

Patode glanced over at Namrata, who lay sprawled on the bed, completely spent from the numerous rounds they had shared since the evening. She was clearly out for the night, and despite her availability, Patode's thoughts were consumed by Shipra. His pride, wounded by her rejection, and his insatiable craving for her made him restless.

Unable to let her go so easily, Patode decided to change his approach. He knew brute force wouldn’t work, not after the way Shipra had asserted herself. But he wasn’t ready to give up either. A different tactic—something more subtle, more persuasive—might bring her back into his control. Namrata, in her deeply satisfied drowsiness, barely registered Patode’s movement as he left. Her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, catching a glimpse of him following Shipra out of the room, but sleep quickly overtook her again.

Shipra exhaled deeply as she closed the door behind her, finally feeling a sense of relief wash over her. If she stayed for few more moments their she would have definitely submitted over to Patode's relentless advances and her own overflowing need for a release. Her body was still trembling from the intensity of what had happened in the other room, a lingering temptation swirling inside her. She felt angry at herself. The guilt she should have felt was overwhelmed by the dark thrill she couldn’t deny, leaving her more conflicted than ever.

With her mind still reeling from the intoxicating rush of dark desire that Patode's defiling act had stirred, Shipra’s body moved on autopilot. Mechanically, she bent down to pick up her discarded bra from the floor, slipping it back on with shaky hands. Her fingers fumbled slightly as she tried to shake off the lingering arousal clouding her thoughts, but her body betrayed her, still thrumming with a need she desperately wanted to suppress.

Slowly, she peeled off her drenched shorts, her breath hitching as she ran her fingers through the slick wetness between her thighs. The simple touch sent a surge of raw arousal coursing through her, making her knees weak. A shiver traveled up her spine, her body craving release, but she forced herself to stop, biting back the forbidden desire that threatened to take over. Shipra’s head spun with the conflict raging inside her—between the temptation to give in and the need to regain control.

Determined to suppress the overwhelming need, she tossed the soaked shorts aside and reached for a pair of modest boy-short panties, hoping they would help her reclaim a sense of normalcy. As she slid them on, she felt slightly more grounded, as if the simple act of covering herself with something modest could tame the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

But her relief was short-lived.

Just as she was adjusting her panties about to put on her night PJs, she heard a voice behind her, low and laced with smugness. "What a nice full ass you've got there, ma'am. That panty does it some justice, but if you ask me, no panties are always the best option."

Shipra's heart skipped a beat, her body going rigid as she heard Patode's voice. She whipped around, her eyes wide with shock, her pulse racing. Her stomach dropped as she realized the door had been left unlocked in her haste.

Patode stood in the doorway, his gaze shamelessly fixed on her barely-covered form. He stepped further into the room with an air of casual confidence, as though he owned the space and her along with it.

"Why are you here, Patode? We're done," Shipra said firmly, her voice a little shaky. She took a few cautious steps back, putting space between them. "I’ve made my position clear on our arrangement by engaging with both of you, now you need to do the same and leave."

"Come on, Shipra, that's not fair," Patode’s voice softened, adopting a coaxing tone as he moved closer, closing the distance between them. "You’ve got me all worked up, and now this thing's hard as a rock," he murmured, gesturing toward his obvious erection. "Namrata’s in no state to help with this. You have to do something about it. It's not going away after such a sexual charge moments with you. Please Shipra" His eyes roved over her, lingering on her, his tone shifting into something more suggestive. "Besides, I can see it—you need a release too. Let me take care of that for you," he added, inching forward with intent.

"Go watch some porn and shag off, Patode. Don’t get cheeky with me," Shipra snapped, her voice firm but edged with uncertainty. "I’m not as horny as Namrata or you. I can keep my urges in check." Her words were sharp, but as she turned away from his lewd display, she felt the undeniable tingle between her legs, betraying her. Even as she rejected him, Shipra couldn’t entirely deny the truth in his words.

Patode bent down, picking up her discarded shorts, and swiftly closed the distance between them. He stood directly behind her, his body pressed against hers, his warm breath cascading down her neck, sending a chill through her. She could feel the unmistakable hardness of his erection pressing against her ass. "These soaked shorts tell a different story, don’t they?" he whispered seductively into her ear, holding the damp fabric in front of her eyes, teasing her with his words and proximity.

Shipra's face turned red with embarrassment as she lowered her gaze in shame, unable to find the words to refute his claim. Caught between the shame of his accusation and the undeniable pull of her own growing need she was left speechless. 

Patode, sensing her hesitation, could see the cracks forming in her resolve. His change in approach was working, her weak resistance only spurring him on further. His confidence grew with each passing moment of her silence, and he seized the opportunity to push her boundaries even more.

Letting the shorts fall from his hand, Patode wrapped his arms around Shipra’s waist, pulling her firmly back into him. The sudden movement caused his hard cock to slide between her thighs, brushing against her panty-covered pussy, which was already aching with need. The friction, though subtle, sent a shockwave of arousal through her body, and despite herself, a soft moan escaped her lips.

"See, you’re loving it, aren’t you?" Patode whispered, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he began slowly thrusting his cock between her thighs, the friction sending waves of sensation through her body. "Don’t deny your body what it craves, Shipra. Just give in," he coaxed, his tone low and seductive. His hands firmly gripped her bra-covered breasts, squeezing them slowly while he started planting soft kisses on the nape of her neck, heightening her desires.

Shipra desperately tried to resist, to break free from his grasp and regain control. But her body, betraying her every thought, responded to his touch. Patode’s smooth, slow movements were shaking her resolve, each thrust intensifying the pleasure coursing through her. She squeezed her eyes shut and her breathing became ragged as she felt an orgasm rising.

Just when she was on the verge of tipping over the edge, Patode pulled away abruptly, leaving her body aching and unsatisfied. He moved to the bed, casually reclining with a smug grin, watching her with a glint of triumph in his eyes.

"No... Wait! Don’t stop!" Shipra cried out in frustration, her voice filled with desperation, her body trembling from the abrupt loss of contact.

"I don’t have any intention of stopping," Patode said, his voice steady and controlled, his eyes fixed on her. "I'm just waiting for your consent. It's obvious we both need this, Shipra. Something got to give," His calm tone only added to the tension, fully aware of the power he held in that moment.

Shipra felt the weight of his words, her body betraying her as the need for release gnawed at her. The realization of how far she had already let things go hit her, and the desperation in her earlier plea echoed in her mind. In a soft, almost hesitant voice, she finally spoke, barely able to look at him. "But I won't take the panties off," she whispered, her eyes downcast, the weight of the situation bearing down on her.

Patode leaned closer, teasing her with a mocking smirk. "What was that? I didn’t hear you," he said, pushing her to say it again.

Gritting her teeth, Shipra raised her voice slightly, feeling a mix of frustration and surrender. "I said, I won’t take my panties off, Patode. You’ll have to work around them." Her words were firmer this time, but the underlying vulnerability was still there, a final attempt to hold on to some boundary in the face of her crumbling self-control.

"What's the fun in that? Just take off those ugly panties, Shipra. Let's enjoy ourselves without any barriers," Patode said casually, trying to persuade her.

"Take it or leave it, Patode. I'm just not ready for that yet," Shipra replied, finding her resolve.

"I've already defiled one of your holes, Shipra-twice" Patode said with a smug grin, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Going all the way now won't make much of a difference, will it?" He shot his bold remark, hoping to push his luck even further.

"You want me to help you cum or not, Patode?" Shipra shot back, unfazed by his arrogance. Her tone was firm, showing she wasn't about to be swayed by his boldness.

"Alright, alright. So, do you prefer being on top or bottom?" he asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice but still willing to compromise.

If it weren't for the investigation I needed in on Shipra, I would have had my cock buried deep inside you by now filling you up with copious amount of my seeds, Patode mused, his eyes dark with lust. He patted the bed, gesturing for her to come closer, his expression daring as he beckoned her with a crooked smile.

"I’ll be on top. That way you won’t try anything funny, and it’ll be quicker," Shipra said, her voice trembling but firm with intent.

"As you wish," Patode grinned, rolling onto his back in the middle of the bed. His hand shamelessly stroked his cock, his eyes locked on her with a predatory gaze. "Whenever you’re ready."

Shipra hesitated for a moment, but her resolve solidified. Slowly, she made her way to the bed, her nerves calming as she focused on the task ahead. Crawling toward Patode on her knees, her eyes fixated on his thick, rigid cock. With a controlled motion, she straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips. She reached down, gripping his length and aligning it horizontally between her thighs before lowering herself on it.

The mere contact of his hard cock on her already aching pussy, even through the thin barrier of the flimsy material of her panties, sent shivers of pleasure down her entire body. Her entire body trembled, every muscle momentarily tensing as the heat between them intensified. A deep moan escaped her lips as she absorbed the sensation, her body freezing for an instant, fully consumed by the overwhelming wave of desire that coursed through her, heightening the raw need building between them.

Seizing the moment, Patode grasped Shipra’s hand and pulled her toward him. Her body bent at the waist, her hands resting on his chest while her hips spread wide, feeling the full length of his hardness pressed firmly between her thighs, grazing her slit.

"Grind your hips, Shipra. Rub that aching cunt against my cock," Patode commanded, his eyes locked on hers with a dominant, lustful intensity that made her comply without hesitation. Shipra began to rock her hips, her movements slow and a little tense at first, testing the sensation.

"Harder!" Patode groaned, gripping her hips and guiding her to press more forcefully against him, intensifying the friction.

"Mmm... unghhh..." Shipra moaned, her breath growing heavier as she felt more of his length pushing through the soft material, teasing her sensitive folds. Her panties were soon soaked with her arousal as her body responded, her cunt dripping with need.

"Let’s get rid of this," Patode murmured, reaching out to slide the straps of Shipra’s bra down her shoulders. Without interrupting the rhythm of her movements, without any hesitation or doubt, Shipra reached behind her back, and with a swift flick of her fingers, unhooked the clasp. The bra slipped from her body, falling away effortlessly.

              

Patode didn’t needed an invitation. His hands immediately claimed her bare breasts, grabbing the soft, bouncing globes and squeezing them hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from Shipra. The roughness of his touch stung, but the pleasure surging through her overwhelmed any discomfort. Lost in the intoxicating haze of her arousal, her mind barely registered the intensity of his grip—she was too deep in the moment, her mind flooded with dopamine.

Her hips moved faster, the friction growing more intense with each thrust, her breath becoming ragged as the heat inside her built to an unbearable peak. Shipra’s motions became frantic, her body responding to every sensation as her orgasm crept closer with every second. Eyes squeezed shut, she reached up to tangle her fingers in her hair, gripping it tightly as her entire body lit up with pleasure. Every nerve felt alive, her skin tingling as her need for release mounted.

She was close—so close—but in the back of her mind, the desire to drag out this feeling, to savor it just a little longer, made her slow down. Every fleeting thought of rushing to the end faded as she focused on the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her, desperate to make it last.

Patode could feel himself nearing the edge, his cock twitching in response to Shipra’s rough, frantic movements. Their bodies worked in perfect rhythm, feeding off one another's energy as they teetered on the brink of mutual release.

"Oh god, Shipra... you're incredible... you have no idea how badly I want to throw you down, rip off those panties, and fuck you senseless," Patode groaned, his voice thick and dripping with lust as he fought to maintain control.

"Hmmm… We'll get to that, Patode," Shipra panted, lost in the overwhelming sensations flooding her body. "But right now... just shut up and let me cum. I'm so close."

In a sudden motion, Patode sat up, bringing himself face to face with her. He pulled Shipra into a tight embrace, her bare breasts pressing firmly against his chest, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Their bodies melded together, hot and slick with sweat, as they paused for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes. The intensity of their lust filled the space between them. Without a word, Patode lowered his lips to hers, kissing her deeply as he began to thrust his hips. Shipra responded with equal fervor, bouncing on his cock as the new position provided deeper stimulation to them both in ways they hadn’t anticipated.

  

Their movements became synchronized, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through their bodies. Moans and grunts echoed through the room, mixing with the obscene, wet sounds of their bodies colliding. The friction, the heat, the overwhelming pleasure—it was all too much.

Within minutes, the tension inside them reached its peak. Their bodies convulsed, teetering on the edge of release as they broke their kiss, gasping for air.

"Where do you want it, Shipra? Where do you want me to cum?" Patode groaned, his voice strained with the agony of impending climax.

"Ohhhhh godddddddd... I don’t care, Patode... just fuck... mmm... So goooooodddd... I am cumming," Shipra moaned, completely lost in the throes of her own earth-shattering orgasm. Her body trembled, every muscle tight as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. She was too far gone to care where he spilled his seed.

With a swift, primal motion, Patode pushed her down onto the bed, her legs still parted wide as he positioned himself between them. His hand moved frantically as he stroked his cock, desperate for release.

"Here it comes, Shipra," Patode growled, his voice thick with urgency as his climax hit. His cock jerked violently, sending thick jets of cum splattering across her stomach and breasts. Each spasm of his body released another hot stream until he was spent, collapsing beside her, utterly satisfied.

 



Shipra lay there, completely drained, her body limp from the intensity of her release. She barely registered the sticky warmth covering her as she fought to catch her breath.

Patode slumped onto the bed beside her, his chest still heaving with each breath. "Well, that was something different," he said after a few moments of silence, still catching his breath. " I never thought it would work like that. Have you ever done anything like that before? mean, non-penetrative sex or whatever you'd call it?"

Shipra, still recovering herself, let out a soft chuckle. "No.. but it worked," she said, her voice steadying as she caught her breath.

"Yeah, it did' Patode agreed, turning onto his side to face her. "But we could've done it the right way. You could've had a longer, stronger climax." His voice carried a teasing undertone as his eyes roamed over her disheveled, still flushed body.

"You wish," Shipra said mockingly as she looked down her body. "You have caused a mess Patode," Shipra expression turned a little disgusted.

Patode laughed, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Next time, let me cum in one of your holes-it'll be less messy and way more satisfying for both of us," he joked, sliding his fingers teasingly between her legs, grazing over the damp fabric of her panties. "And for the record, your mess is no less." He flashed a smirk, clearly amused by her discomfort.

Shipra swatted his hand away, narrowing her eyes at him. "Enough. You've had your fun, Patode. Consider this a bonus for agreeing to our arrangement."

Patode let out a groan of mock protest, but his smile remained as he propped himself up on one elbow. "l'm spent, Shipra. I think I'll just stay the night-it's late already." His tone was casual, but his gaze was sharp as it lingered on her. "Besides, we still have to discuss my rewards... you know, for each critical work I accomplish for you."

"Not now, Patode. I’m too tired to entertain your games any further," Shipra replied, standing up from the bed and grabbing a tissue to clean herself. "You need to leave. If you want to spend the night, go to Namrata’s room. I don’t trust you enough to let you sleep here." Her voice was firm as she wiped herself, making it clear she wasn’t in the mood for more of his playful manipulation.

Patode stretched, letting out a long yawn as he tried to appeal to her. "I won’t do anything, Shipra. I’m too tired for that anyway. Satisfying two horny women is quite exhaustive" he teased Shipra with a naughty smile. "Just tell me what will I get for the funds I am getting you tomorrow, then I'll sleep peacefully without disturbing you. I promise," Patode cajoled Shipra, shifting, his tone becoming more persuasive

"I haven't decided it yet, Patode" Shipra turned back facing him still busy wiping herself ignoring his cheeky remark.

A smug grin curled at Patode’s lips. "Well, I have a suggestion," he said, his voice low and teasing.

"No," Shipra cut him off, not even bothering to let him finish.

"You haven’t even heard what I was going to say," Patode’s tone shifted, a hint of annoyance creeping in.

"I already know, I don’t need to hear what’s on your dirty mind," Shipra shot back, still focused on wiping herself clean.

"And what would that be?" Patode asked, deciding to play along, his voice laced with amusement.

"Nothing good," she replied, her tone now tinged with sarcasm as she moved toward her closet to grab some clothes.

Patode’s eyes followed her as she moved across the room, not ready to let the moment go. "If you guess what I’m thinking, I’ll leave," he suggested, still grinning.

Shipra let out an exasperated sigh. "Enough of your games, Patode. You’re just eager to fuck me. Another conquest to add to your list, right?"

Patode’s grin faded slightly as he realized her irritation was growing. "Wrong," he replied, his tone suddenly more serious. "Despite the crude things I say during our... encounters, I respect your decisions. I won’t push you into anything you don’t want."

Shipra paused, finally turning to face him, her brow raised in surprise at the change in his tone.

"I won’t deny that I want you—badly," Patode admitted, his voice calm and steady. "I’d love nothing more than to fuck you senseless, and I won’t pretend otherwise. But I’d never do it without your consent. What I respect about you, Shipra, is your control. You don’t let your urges rule you. Unlike Namrata, who lets her desires dictate her actions, you’re different. More mature, more in control." He locked eyes with her, his tone shifting from playful to sincere. "I admire that in a woman. And, to be blunt, knowing that a married women is willingly choosing me over her husband for her physical needs and is letting me do unspeakable things to her without any hesitation or pressure gives me a rush of otherworldly pleasure which cannot be described"

Patode had seamlessly slipped back into his manipulative ways, carefully flattering Shipra by placing her on a moral pedestal above Namrata. By praising Shipra’s strength and moral superiority over Namrata, he was carefully gaining her trust. His calculated flattery was designed to make her feel valued, not just as a woman, but as someone more mature and in control than the impulsive Namrata. This comparison, though seemingly innocent, was meant to stroke Shipra’s ego, feeding her a sense of superiority and pride.

And it worked. Shipra couldn’t help but feel a swell of satisfaction at Patode’s preference for her over Namrata and his honesty about how desperately his desires her.  The fact that he admired her control, that he saw her as someone more refined and composed, filled her with a quiet pride. Like many women, she was susceptible to comparison, and being placed above Namrata in Patode’s eyes felt like a win.

As much as she tried to remain guarded, Shipra found herself lowering her defenses, lulled by Patode’s carefully crafted compliments.

"So, what do you have on your mind?" Shipra asked, unwittingly falling into Patode’s wordplay.

"First, join me in bed," he said smoothly, "and no need to put on your night dress. You look amazing in just that panty, and trust me, it’ll be more comfortable that way."

Shipra shot him an unpleasant look at his suggestion, her irritation barely concealed.

"Relax, Shipra ma’am," Patode quickly reassured, sensing her discomfort. "Like I said, I’ll do nothing you don’t want. Look—" he grabbed a few pillows and placed them in the middle of the bed, creating a clear divide. "See? It’s like sleeping in separate beds. You can trust me."

After a brief pause, Shipra sighed, "Fine," dropping her night dress with a hint of reluctance. She made her way to the bed, her mind torn between exhaustion and wariness.

"That’s the spirit," Patode chuckled, clearly satisfied with himself. But as Shipra closed onto the bed, his tone shifted, becoming more serious. "Now, about my reward for securing such a massive fund for you tomorrow—I’m going to need something more than just casual foreplay and blowjobs, Shipra. I need more freedom."

Shipra’s expression darkened. She sat softly on the edge of the bed, keeping a deliberate distance between them. "I cannot be Namrata, Patode. Being a married woman, and your boss I’ve already given you more than enough freedom, more than I probably should have. Be content with what you have. Don’t get greedy. Respect my boundaries and my pace. I don’t want to be consumed by this, not too much and not too fast," she said, her voice serious, leaving no room for argument while tying her hair into a bun ready to call it a night.

Patode, however, wasn’t easily swayed. He leaned in slightly, keeping his tone persuasive but not pushy. "I’m not asking for that kind of freedom, Shipra. I’m content with the limits you’ve set and like I said I prefer you to do it with me willingly. What I’m asking for is a different kind of freedom—the freedom to do all of this with you whenever and wherever I want. I don’t want to be restricted by time or place."

Shipra’s eyes narrowed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "You mean, you want us to do all this whenever and wherever you wish?" she shot back, incredulous. "Have you lost your mind, Patode? Don’t you remember our very first rule—secrecy? What if someone finds out? You might walk away unscathed, but my reputation, my character, will be utterly destroyed. And what if Alok finds out?" Her voice rose with anger and disbelief, her body stiffening as she stood at the edge of the bed. "You want to ruin my life?"

Patode raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his tone calming as he tried to defuse her rising fury. "Hold on, Shipra. Slow down. Let me explain myself," he said, trying to regain control of the situation.

He paused for a moment, choosing his next words carefully. "What I’m asking for isn’t reckless. I’m not talking about flaunting this in public or being careless like lovers. I know the risks and what will I gain ruining all the fun?" Patode questioned making Shipra calm down a little. He continued, "I understand how delicate your situation is. But there are times when I can’t wait for the perfect moment or place. We’ve already crossed boundaries, Shipra. You need to trust me. I’m asking for freedom in controlled situations, where there’s no risk—just more spontaneity, more flexibility. You’re always so guarded, so careful. Sometimes, I just want to break free from that. With you around me all day, I don't think I can control my urges. I'll need little something to blow my steam."

Shipra went silent, processing his words, the weight of his request pressing on her. She knew the risks, but Patode had a way of making his arguments sound almost reasonable, even when they pushed her beyond her comfort zone. But this—this was dangerous territory, and Shipra wasn’t sure if she could afford to gamble any more than she already had.

"I'm not sure, Patode... Let me sleep on it," Shipra replied, her tone hesitant and unconvinced. "I'm too tired to deal with your freedom request and all its consequences right now. Behave yourself through the night—no funny business—and I'll think about it." She pulled the bedsheet over her and turned away from him, feigning sleep to avoid further discussion.

"I'll take that as a yes. Good night, ma'am," Patode chuckled, satisfied with how the night had unfolded. He slumped onto the mattress, a smug grin on his face, confident that his manipulative charm was working. 

Not part of Narration - 

Just you wait, Shipra. I'll seduce you to the point where you'll agree to all my demands. Soon enough, I'll turn you even sluttier than Namrata.

Meanwhile, Shipra lay with her back to him, physically exhausted but mentally restless. Her mind raced with thoughts of what had transpired and what might come next. She knew how hard it was for her to keep Patode, and her own desires, in check. But with Patode gaining more ground with each day, eroding her resolve bit by bit she was not sure how long she can keep it up. The prospect of giving him more freedom, of losing control, weighed heavily on her.

Even as fatigue threatened to pull her under, Shipra couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at her. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep him at bay, nor how long she could restrain her own urges. These thoughts swirled in her mind until, finally, exhaustion won over, and she drifted into a restless sleep.

End of Chapter 21: Actions and Consequences : Part 2 

[damien123456]

awesome update bro put more gif and i am waiting for next update eagerly don't make us wait too long

[Luca Modric]

Very nice update...

[qazmlp]

Simply Superb

[Dhanapal]

Wow, now what needed is Patode should manipulate Shipra into cheating Alok as fun, Patode should tie her Mangalsutra to his dick and phoning Alok while having sex, Make cheating as an enjoyable affair.

[Samuraj]

Congratulations my friend, you are getting better and better, you are doing a great job moving the story along. Try to get Shipra to turn things in her favor and dominate and not let the rotten Patode screw her. Give her help.

[xboard1986]

This is amazing

[shake chilli]

Thanks dear

[Bigil]

Wow, excellent update

[Johnnythedevil]

Wonderful update

[maharsha25]

Hi Suraj. I came back to read your update after weeks and it was truly satisfying. Shipra is such a precious slut that she needs time to be a complete whore. I understand why you take time with your narration. I'm more interested in Mr Toppo being able to fuck her now since Patode does not seem like her kind of man. An ugly old man with a huge big black dick is her man though and that man is Mr Toppo. I can't wait to see how toppo would defile degrade and literally make her a complete fucking slut. I know its a long way to go till toppo really gets a chance to fuck Shipra since Patode has not yet fucked her. I would say let Shipra get involved in some sexual activity in every chapter and it would be really great if you provide two chapters in one update or whatever is comfortable for you. However, you shouldn't be wavered by criticism thrown at you as you have rightly done all this while. You must continue with your narration the way you feel like, unwavered. Even though a bit slow, it is one of the best plots on the Internet. The gift definitely help us imagine the scenes better so that's surely a good addition. I must congratulate you for putting such an effort every week for our pleasure. We dont know how to thank you for that but you are doing everyone a great service by bringing forth such narration every single week. Thank you Suraj ! You are the boss !