Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[Suraj76626]

Hi Suraj,

The Xfactor is that, it's an adultery. Wife cheating his husband despite having a child. Bring that into the play. May be A phone call while fucking, yet she chooses to attend the call, as well as riding the hot rod.

The story is progressing in that direction only bro

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 28: Part 2: You're all mine

When standing at a crossroads, torn between two choices, human nature often gravitates toward the path of least resistance. It’s the easier road, seemingly less fraught with obstacles and immediate pain, yet it often leads to unforeseen consequences—a detour into regret, compromise, or even self-destruction. The harder road, though daunting and filled with temporary struggles, promises a destination of integrity and long-term fulfillment, if only one can muster the strength to walk it.

Shipra found herself in such a similar dilemma, her mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions and desires. In the last few weeks, she had felt trapped in an unrelenting cycle of indecision, paralyzed by the weight of the choices before her. Her husband, Alok, the one person she wished could provide strength and guidance, had long since become emotionally distant. His indifference to her inner turmoil left Shipra feeling isolated, her cries for support unheard. This absence of a safety net made her vulnerable—vulnerable to Namrata's relentless goading, vulnerable to Patode's unapologetic and overpowering sexual advances, and vulnerable to the growing storm within herself.

Now, in the haze of intoxication, her defenses were at their weakest. Patode's calculated seduction and Namrata's brazen provocation had cornered her, leaving her with little room to resist. The vile display of unbridled lust before her—a scene so raw, so shamelessly deliberate—pushed her to her emotional limits. The flames of jealousy burned bright, fueled by Namrata’s taunts and her own buried cravings. Her mind, already fragile from weeks of torment, buckled under the unbearable weight of the decision she’d been postponing.

And in that moment, everything inside Shipra broke. The constricting shackles of morality and obligation snapped under the crushing pressure. Her trembling lips parted as the words tore from her soul—a desperate, anguished cry that echoed through the room.

"I WANT TO BE FREE!"

The declaration was both a surrender and a release. In that instant, she gave up the fight against herself. She chose the easy way out.

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"That's more like it, Shipra. Woman like you should not settle for mediocrity in life. You deserve freedom to fulfill all your desires," Patode murmured, his voice low and velvety as he broke the kiss, the lingering heat between them crackling like an unspoken promise. His eyes, dark and intense, bore into hers as he cupped her face gently, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles on her cheeks. "I know it wasn't easy," he continued, his words laced with a soothing, almost hypnotic cadence. "But believe me, you're doing nothing wrong. You don’t have to wrestle with desires and duties anymore."

His hand moved to her chin, lifting it slightly so her gaze was forced to meet his. The shift in his demeanor was subtle but undeniable, the tenderness in his tone giving way to an undercurrent of dominance. "All you have to do now," he said, his voice firm yet enticing, "is put your trust in me, and be free. Free from the guilt, the doubts, the struggles. From hereon, there’s no turning back."

Patode’s fingers tightened just enough to assert his control as his voice dropped to a commanding timbre. "From this moment onward, you’re mine—not just for tonight, Shipra, but for as long as I desire. Are we clear?"

Shipra’s breath hitched as his words enveloped her, leaving no room for uncertainty. Her resolve, battered and worn, finally gave way under the sheer weight of his authority and the allure of the release he promised. The last remnants of her resistance crumbled, and with a trembling nod, she surrendered fully, silently affirming her consent.

Patode’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk as he stepped back, giving her space but never relinquishing the intensity of his gaze. "Now," he said, his voice regaining its customary arrogance, tinged with an edge that sent a shiver cascading down her spine. "Prove it to me. Show me that you’re truly mine."

His words hung in the air like a challenge, heavy with anticipation. The room seemed to hold its breath as Shipra stood before him, trembling yet resolute, her heart pounding with the realization that there is no going back now. This was her new reality, one where she had willingly surrendered to a force she couldn’t resist—and one she no longer wanted to.

He turned away slowly, his movements deliberate and unhurried, before making his way back to the couch. Lowering himself onto the plush cushions, he leaned back, one arm dbangd casually over the top of the sofa, his muscular sweaty body exhibiting aura of supremacy while his cock erect in its full glory kept twitching clearly signal its arrousal. Namrata nestled beside him, a wicked smile playing on her lips as her gaze locked onto Shipra, her eyes gleaming with both amusement and challenge.

"Strip naked and crawl to me. Prove your complete submission," Patode continued, his words as much a command as they were an invitation. His piercing stare remained fixed on Shipra, watching her with a predator’s patience, waiting for her to make the next move. Beside him, Namrata adjusted herself provocatively, one leg crossed over the other, her posture a display of smug confidence as if she already knew how this moment would unfold.

Shipra stood frozen, her heart pounding as her gaze darted nervously between Patode and Namrata. Her fingers fidgeted with her skirt, trembling as she grappled with the weight of the moment. Her face burned crimson, a blend of embarrassment and shame coloring her every movement.

Patode leaned back into the couch, his lips curving into a smirk, but it was Namrata who broke the silence. "What are you ashamed of, Shipra?" Namrata teased, her voice light and playful as she shifted onto her knees. She skidded across the cushions toward Patode with a feline grace, her movements deliberately provocative. "Both of us have already seen you naked, haven’t we? And honestly, it’s unfair for you to stay clothed while the two of us are bare, don’t you think?"

Namrata’s body loomed over Patode’s lap, her chest tantalizingly close to his face. The swell of her breasts hung enticingly, the curve of her spine accentuating her shameless display. She leaned into him, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke, her voice a soft, mocking whisper. "I told you, Patode. She’ll always hold back. She doesn’t have it in her to give you the pleasure of complete surrender—not like I can. She's can never be like me."

Her words were loud enough to reach Shipra, each syllable a taunt designed to pierce her resolve. Namrata’s eyes flicked to Shipra, issuing an unspoken challenge, her smirk widening as she turned her head down towards Patode's cock and with calculated precision, she let a thick string of saliva drip from her lips onto his cock. The obscene sound of her spitting echoed in the room as she wrapped her hand around his shaft smearing her saliva all over it and began stroking it with a deliberate slowness, that was almost cruel in its intensity.

"If you’re not going to make a move, Shipra," Namrata said, her voice dripping with condescension as her hand worked up and down Patode’s length, "I’ll milk him dry right here and now. There’ll be nothing left for you."

The challenge in Namrata’s tone was unmistakable, a sharp jab meant to provoke. Her smirk grew as she continued her deliberate, teasing strokes, her eyes never leaving Shipra’s. The tension in the room thickened, the air heavy with lust and anticipation. All eyes were on Shipra, waiting for her to decide whether she would retreat into her shame—or rise to the challenge Namrata had so brazenly laid before her.

A sharp pang of jealousy surged through Shipra, cutting through her hesitation like a blade. The taunts, the smug look on Namrata's face, and the weight of her own suppressed desires ignited a fire within her—a need not only to quench her arrousal but to prove her worth to Patode. Her eyes narrowed with determination as she exhaled deeply, her decision crystallizing in an instant.

In one swift, deliberate motion, Shipra grasped the hem of her top and peeled it off over her head, tossing it aside without a second thought. Her hands moved with the same confident urgency to the waistband of her skirt, shimmying it down her hips and letting it pool at her feet. She stepped out of it, standing tall in nothing but her matching white lace bra and panties. The once-visible shame and embarrassment in her eyes had evaporated, replaced by a steady, resolute gaze. Without pausing her eyes fixed on Patode, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slipping it down and letting it fall. In the same practiced motion, she unhooked her bra and let it slide off her shoulders, casting it aside with finality.



Now, she stood fully bare, her naked form illuminated in stark contrast to the confidence radiating from her stance. Vulnerability and strength coexisted in her posture, a silent declaration that she was no longer bound by fear or hesitation.

Namrata paused mid-stroke, momentarily caught off guard, her smug smirk faltering as she watched Shipra transform before her eyes. The room fell into a brief, charged silence, the only sounds the rhythmic thud of Patode's heartbeat and the faint rustling of discarded clothing.

Slowly, seductively, Shipra dropped to her knees, her movements deliberate and feline. Her hands pressed against the cool floor as she lowered herself onto all fours, her posture exuding a mixture of submission and defiance. She began crawling towards Patode with an almost hypnotic grace, each motion calculated, her eyes locked on him. This was no mere act of obedience; it was a declaration, a silent plea to prove her worth.

As she closed the distance, the room seemed to shrink, the tension between them palpable. Reaching Patode, she straightened onto her knees, her hands gliding up to rest on his thighs. Her voice, calm yet sharp, cut through the air like a whip. "You're right Namrata I can never be like you. I’m not that easy to open my legs to anyone and everyone," she said, her tone carrying an edge of defiance and sarcasm. Her gaze locked onto Namrata’s, refusing to waver. "And something hard to grasp will always have greater value than something that’s freely available."

Namrata’s lips parted, a mix of indignation and intrigue flickering across her face. Patode, leaning back on the couch, tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes lighting up with interest. His lips curled into a faint smirk, amused by the sudden shift in the dynamic, as though relishing the tension sparking between the two women.

"Big words, Shipra," Namrata fired back, her smirk returning as she quickly composed herself, her voice dripping with playful derision. "But you haven't stripped fully have you? You're are still clinging to that last shred of modesty." She leaned forward slightly, her eyes flicked pointedly to the mangalsutra hanging around Shipra’s neck, the sacred thread glinting faintly in the dim light. 

The words landed with precision, a masterstroke of provocation. Shipra’s hand instinctively shot up to clutch the mangalsutra, her fingers curling tightly around the symbol of her marriage. A faint flicker of hesitation returned to her eyes, a ripple of guilt crossing her face as Namrata’s taunt hit its mark.

Shipra remained frozen, caught between defiance and doubt, her grip on the necklace tightening as though it were the last tether to a life she was not ready to leave behind. Patode, observing the exchange with a calm, calculating gaze, remained unmoved. He showed no interest in intervening, his silence deliberate as he allowed Namrata to press further. He leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed, almost as if enjoying the unfolding scene. Yet his eyes betrayed his intent—they were sharp, focused, waiting for the precise moment to strike.

Namrata wasn’t just playing a game for Patode’s pleasure tonight; she had a deeper, more personal goal. She wanted to see Shipra unravel, to cast aside her inhibitions and lose herself completely in the moment. It wasn’t simply about loyalty to Patode or even the twisted pleasure of control—it was about vindicating her own beliefs and the unknown jealousy within towards Shipra's married life she has been harboring .

For Namrata, marriage had always been a prison, a societal construct designed to bind women in chains of duty, expectation, and self-sacrifice. The vows, the fidelity, the lifelong commitment—it all felt like an elaborate trap, stripping women of their autonomy and boxing them into roles that served everyone but themselves. To Namrata, Shipra was the embodiment of that system—a woman shackled by her responsibilities, torn between duty and desire, suffocating under the weight of her own guilt. Namrata wanted to break her, not out of malice, but to prove her point: that the so-called sanctity of marriage was nothing but an illusion.

And tonight, the perfect storm had brewed. The jealousy flickering in Shipra’s eyes, the simmering frustration, the growing boldness—it all pointed to one thing: Shipra was on the verge of breaking free. Namrata felt the thrill of it, a heady rush of power and vindication. She wanted to push Shipra over the edge, to make her surrender not just to Patode but to herself—to the primal, untamed desires that society had forced her to suppress.

Namrata wasn’t finished—not by a long shot. She leaned back against the couch, her posture an effortless display of dominance and sensuality. Her fingers danced idly along Patode’s chest, her nails grazing his skin with just enough pressure to tease, leaving faint trails in their wake. Her eyes, sharp and piercing, stayed locked onto Shipra with the intensity of a predator closing in on its prey.

"Haha..." Namrata’s laugh was low and throaty, filled with condescension and amusement. "You think just stripping and acting like a slut makes you bold, Shipra? What are we—college girls, trying to outdo each other in some childish dare?" Her tone dripped with mockery, and her words cut through the charged atmosphere like a blade.

Her attention shifted to Patode as she tilted her head toward him, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Is this all you wanted from her, Patode? A half-hearted attempt at seduction? Is this enough to prove her worth?" Namrata’s voice was playful, yet there was an edge to it—a challenge wrapped in jest. Her gaze flickered back to Shipra, her smirk widening as she delivered her next barb.

"She’s still wearing her mangalsutra, Patode," Namrata said, her words slow and deliberate, emphasizing every syllable. "Still clinging to her unsatisfied marriage, still holding on to the chains that bind her. Tell me, does that look like true surrender to you?" She raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of amusement and disdain as if daring Shipra to prove her wrong.

Namrata adjusted her position slightly, arching her back and letting her body press closer to Patode. Her movements were calculated, designed to heighten the tension in the room. "You see, Shipra," she continued, her tone dripping with faux sympathy, "it isn’t just about taking off your clothes. It’s about stripping away everything—your doubts, your fears, your so-called obligations. Until you do that, you’ll always be tethered to something holding you back."

The venom in her words was tempered by the allure of her tone, creating a maddening blend of provocation and persuasion. Namrata’s eyes bore into Shipra’s, unrelenting and challenging.

Patode broke the tense silence with a voice calm yet laden with an undeniable command, every word slicing through Shipra's defenses with precision. "She's not wrong, Shipra," he began, his tone measured but firm. "What you've done so far is bold-admirably so. But boldness without conviction? It's not enough." 

Before Shipra could utter a word, Patode's hand shot out with startling precision, swatting hers away from the mangalsutra. In one swift, deliberate motion, his fingers curled around the delicate chain that rested against her collarbone. He yanked it sharply, his intent unmistakable—to break the symbol of her marital bond, to strip her of the pretense she clung to. The abrupt pull forced Shipra to lean forward, her breath catching in her throat as his dark, penetrating gaze locked onto hers. The intensity in his eyes was chilling, a potent mix of control, disdain, and something deeper—something primal.

Shipra's gasp broke the silence, her hand instinctively shooting up to clutch at his wrist, her fingers trembling as they tried to shield the fragile chain from his grip. Her heart raced, each beat loud and frantic in her chest.

"Please, Patode," she pleaded, her tone desperate, a mix of fear and surrender. "Don’t… please don’t do this." Her grip on his wrist tightened as though she could physically stop him, but there was no denying his strength, his unyielding determination.

She took a shuddering breath, her voice cracking under the weight of her vulnerability. "Let me remove it," she implored, her words a fragile offering. "I’ll take it off myself. Then we can go to the bedroom… and you can have me however you want. I’ll be yours—completely, Patode."

"No Shipra with this around your neck you can never be completely mine. This," Patode roared, paying no heed to Shipra's pleas he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerously low whisper as he held the mangalsutra between them, "is your last shackle. A symbol of the lies you tell yourself, the commitment you cling to while claiming to be mine. And this is the key to your freedom as well. Do you really want to be free, Shipra? Because I know exactly how to set you free."

Patode leaned back slightly, his grip on the mangalsutra tightening. He gave a sharp tug, forcing Shipra to rise further onto the couch to keep the chain from snapping. Her right knee slid up onto the couch for balance, her body leaning forward as though being pulled inexorably toward him. "Today I am going to break the illusion this chain represents—the fake sense of commitment that’s holding you back, chaining you to a unsatisfied burdened life you want freedom from. If you truly want to be free, Shipra. If you don't want me to break this chain binding you, you’ll need to face some hard truths. About your marriage. About us. And most importantly, about who you really are when you’re with me."

The room seemed to grow heavier, the charged silence amplifying the weight of his challenge. Shipra’s breath hitched, her body tense under his grip, her gaze flickering with a mix of defiance and vulnerability.

Patode pulled Shipra closer, his breath brushing against her skin, his voice dropping to a whisper that was sharp enough to cut. "Are you up for it Shipra? Or will you keep holding back, torn between your desires and your so-called duties? Will you let yourself remain trapped, proving Namrata right all along or make her eat her words?"

Namrata shifted a little closer, her movements slow and deliberate. Her laughter was soft but carried an unmistakable edge of mockery. She began, her voice a dangerous blend of sweetness and venom. "She doesn’t have it in her to face her truth. She'll never agree to it Patode. She’s been living in denial for too long, hiding behind her mangalsutra and pretending everything is fine in her life. Forget about her mangalsutra. Let her be. Let us head to the bedroom I'll do whatever you want." As she spoke, Namrata's movements became bolder. She slipped onto her knees on the couch, her lithe body bending at the waist. Her actions were deliberate, meant to provoke, to humiliate, to dominate. With an almost theatrical grace, she reached for Patode's cock and without breaking eye contact with Shipra she began blowing him slowly in a teasing way.

Her words and action were like gasoline on a fire. Shipra’s gaze flicked to Namrata, and the haze of uncertainty in her eyes gave way to a steely determination. Namrata's taunts had done their job, pushing Shipra to a point of no return, forcing her to confront the game Patode had orchestrated—and to play it on his terms.

She inhaled deeply, steadying herself, and when she finally spoke, her voice was low but firm "I am not backing out. I’m ready to face my truth. I’m ready to be free."

Patode's lips curled into a smirk his piercing gaze lingered on Shipra as he broke the thick tension in the room with a deep, deliberate breath. His voice cut through the silence, calm yet imbued with authority, as he addressed her.

"Alright let's settle this Shipra," he began, his tone measured but commanding, "7 questions," he declared drawing attention from both the women.

"You’re going to answer seven questions," Patode continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Seven truths. No lies, no holding back, no more hesitation Shipra. These answers will set you free from the final shackle that mangalsutra around your neck represents."

He paused, letting his words sink in, before stepping back slightly and gesturing toward the hallway that led to the bedroom. "If you make it through all seven, truthfully and unapologetically, your surrender will be complete."

Shipra felt her pulse quicken as Patode leaned in, his presence an intoxicating mix of dominance and seduction. His other hand, deliberate and confident, slid between her thighs, sending a shiver racing up her spine. She gasped softly as his middle finger trailed over her slick slit, teasing and testing her resolve. Her breath caught in her throat when he slipped a finger inside her, the intimate intrusion igniting a firestorm of sensations that she could no longer ignore.

Patode’s smirk deepened, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a predatory intensity. His voice, now a husky whisper, was laden with promises that made her toes curl. “Then,” he said, his words slow and deliberate, “I will fuck the new liberated Shipra. And believe me, it’ll be the best sex you’ve ever had. You’ll finally understand what it means to surrender—to abandon every inhibition, to embrace your darkest desires. To let go completely.”

Shipra's lips parted, the raw intensity of his words leaving her breathless. Her chest rose and fell with the rhythm of her quickened breathing, and though the flicker of hesitation in her eyes was unmistakable, it was drowned by the undeniable pull of intrigue and arousal.

"Understand this, Shipra," he murmured, his tone dark and commanding, yet intimate. "This isn't about me. It's about you. Your freedom. Your liberation. For too long, you've been living in lies-about your marriage, your desires, your fears. Tonight, you have a choice: face them head-on or remain trapped forever. But know this-if you can't confront them now, you never will."

Shipra swallowed hard, her throat constricting under the weight of his words. Her gaze darted briefly to Namrata, whose eyes were fixed on her as she alternated between giving Patode a blowjob and handjob, watching the exchange with a sly, mocking smile. The taunting presence of Namrata only fueled the turmoil within Shipra, stoking the flames of jealousy and determination that had been building inside her all evening. Her inebriated state, heightened by the relentless provocations from both Patode and Namrata, merged with the overpowering heat of her own arousal, creating a potent cocktail that shattered her inhibitions.

Continued to the next post....

[Dilbar420]

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[Suraj76626]

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Tell me my friend where should I add the gifs in the above update?
Have you even read it? There is no sexual act in the above update. If you can't bear to read it or imagine it then better watch some porn instead of reading erotica.

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 28: Part 2: Continued.....

"The first question," Patode’s voice reverberated through the silent hall, deep and resonant, breaking Shipra's revere. His hands tightened around the mangalsutra, his dark eyes fixed on Shipra, who remained frozen at his mercy.

He paused, letting the weight of his statement hang in the air before continuing, his voice dropping to a measured, almost menacing calm. "When you tied the knot with Alok, as you both walked around the sacred fire, he vowed to take care of you in every way—financially, emotionally, sexually. Those promises were meant to bind you together, to give you security, love, and fulfillment."

Patode’s gaze never wavered, his eyes probing hers, searching for the truth she had tried to bury. "And yet," he said, his words slow and deliberate, "despite having a wife as beautiful, intelligent, and desirable as you—a woman for whom men would gladly kill—he has failed. Alok has failed you, Shipra, in every way that matters."

The silence that followed was suffocating. Shipra felt her throat tighten, her breath hitching as Patode’s words carved into her like a blade.

"He has become a pathetic excuse for a husband," Patode continued, his voice hardening, "a wimp who lives off his wife's income while contributing nothing to your life, to this marriage. He has failed to be your partner, your support, your lover. Emotionally, he has left you stranded, without the care or connection you deserve. And sexually..."

Patode's tone becoming firmer, his presence now almost suffocating. "Sexually, he has failed to awaken the passion within you, the fire that burns deep in your soul. He has left you yearning, unsatisfied, untouched in the ways a husband should never neglect."

Shipra’s lips parted, but no words came. Her heart pounded in her chest as the truth she had tried to ignore was laid bare before her, every word cutting deeper than the last.

"Tell me, Shipra," Patode said, his voice softening into an almost intimate whisper, "isn’t this correct? Isn’t this the truth you’ve been too afraid to admit, even to yourself?"

His question hung in the air, heavy with implication, and Shipra felt her defenses crumbling under the weight of it. Her mind raced, memories flashing through her—a marriage that had begun with hope but had devolved into emptiness, a husband who had taken her for granted, a life that had felt increasingly hollow.

Her throat constricted as she fought to find her voice, to confront the storm of emotions raging within her. The silence stretched, but Patode didn’t press. He simply stood there, waiting, his piercing gaze holding her captive, as if daring her to finally face the truth.

The silence grew oppressive, wrapping around Shipra like a vice. Patode’s words echoed in her mind, each syllable pulling at threads she had desperately tried to keep intact. She had spent years convincing herself that things were "good enough," but now, standing under the weight of his scrutiny, those defenses crumbled like sandcastles against an unforgiving tide.

"Alok is a wimp, and she knows it," Namrata's voice rang out from below, sharp and cutting. "She’s complained to me a thousand times about how pathetic he is in bed," she added, her tone dripping with mockery.

Namrata’s gaze flicked up to Shipra, her words laced with a challenge. "Be honest, Shipra. That’s the only way," she pressed, her voice insistent, pushing Shipra further toward the edge.

Shipra shoulders sagged under the weight of the truth, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. Her lips trembled as she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, raw with emotion. "Yes... it's true."

"Louder," Patode roared with authority.

"Yes... Yes he has failed... It's true," Shipra blurted out unable to control her emotions. Her eyes teared up as she continued, her voice cracking. "I told myself it would get better... that if I just worked harder, if I gave more of myself, maybe he would change. Maybe we could find what we lost."

"But you couldn’t," Patode interjected, his voice gentle but firm, like a blade wrapped in silk. "Because it wasn’t yours to fix. He broke the vows, Shipra. He made the choice to live in complacency while you burned yourself out trying to keep the pieces together."

"Look at me," he continued, his voice low and intimate. "This isn’t about blaming yourself or wallowing in regret. It’s about what comes next. The question now isn’t what Alok failed to give you—it’s what you’re willing to give yourself. Are you ready to take control of your life? To claim the freedom and fulfillment you’ve always deserved?"

Shipra stared at him, her breath hitching as his words sank in. For the first time in what felt like years, she felt something stir within her—a spark, faint but undeniable. It was a spark of defiance, of determination, of something she had nearly forgotten: hope.

She swallowed hard, her voice steadier now as she replied. "I don’t know if I’m ready... but I think I want to be."

Patode's lips curled into a slow, approving smile, his gaze steady and unwavering as it held hers. "That’s all it takes, Shipra," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "The courage to want more. To believe you deserve better. The rest... will follow."

He tugged gently on the chain, drawing Shipra forward until their faces were just inches apart. The gesture was silent but commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. Patode leaned in, pressing a soft yet deliberate kiss to her lips, a fleeting moment of intimacy that carried an unspoken dominance.

 

Pulling back slightly, his gaze locked onto hers, his voice steady and edged with a mix of encouragement and challenge. "You’re doing well," he said, his words both a reassurance and a provocation. "But we’re just getting started. Six more questions to go."

Patode wiped her tears, his voice low and intimate. "From this moment on, you’re my responsibility, Shipra," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. "As long as you are here, I promise to take care of you—to meet every need you have, whether spoken or unspoken."

His words were like balm on an open wound, easing the sting of her pain and replacing it with a burgeoning sense of security. Shipra nodded, her lips parting as if to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, her silent affirmation carried the weight of her surrender and the burgeoning affection she couldn’t yet name.

Patode eased his grip, again putting a measured distance between them, his gaze never leaving hers. The air in the room grew heavy once again, the anticipation palpable. "Now," he said firmly, "we move to the second question."

He began, his words sharp and precise, cutting through the stillness like a blade. "The other day, when your dignity hung in the balance at the hands of those two vile brats—tell me, Shipra, who was the one who stepped in to save you?"

His words struck her like a blow, dragging her back to that harrowing moment. The memory surfaced unbidden: the leering faces, the humiliating jeers, the cold, suffocating fear as she realized the fragility of her safety. And then, the sudden intervention that had pulled her back from the brink, restoring her dignity when she thought all was lost.

Patode’s voice deepened, his tone laced with quiet intensity. "Do you realize what could have happened if that video had leaked? Have you truly considered the devastation it would have brought upon your life, your reputation? And yet..." He paused, his expression darkening. "Where was Alok during all of this? The man who vowed to protect you, to shield you from harm? Where was he when you needed him the most?"

Shipra’s breath hitched, the sting of his words intertwining with the bitter truth she had long avoided.

"It was his duty, Shipra," Patode continued, his voice soft but firm, each word deliberate and piercing. "As your husband, as a man, it was his responsibility to stand by you, to ensure your safety. But he failed. Instead, he has cast you aside, leaving you to fend for yourself in this godforsaken place. Tell me, Shipra, isn’t it true? Hasn’t Alok forsaken his duties—not just as a husband, but as a man?"

Shipra’s throat tightened as she struggled to respond. The weight of the question bore down on her, exposing wounds she had tried to hide. She thought of Alok—his apathy, his absence, his failure to stand up for her when she needed him the most. The truth was undeniable, yet voicing it felt like ripping open an old scar.

Her lips trembled as she finally broke the silence, her voice a mere whisper, laden with pain and reluctant acceptance. "It was you who saved me, Patode… not Alok and I can’t thank you enough for protecting my dignity when he couldn't." Her words faltered but carried the weight of her gratitude and despair.

Patode face lit up with confidence and arrogance. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek, an almost paternal gesture that carried a possessive undertone. "You don’t have to thank me, Shipra," he replied, his voice filled with quiet satisfaction. "Under my care you are safe and I wouldn’t let anyone even think of hurting you." His words were steady, his tone imbued with a superiority that left no room for doubt.

Meanwhile, down below, Namrata was reveling in the moment, her sly grin widening as she took in every word of Alok’s character assassination. Her amusement was palpable, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and malice as she continued her slow, teasing ministrations on Patode. Her movements were calculated, deliberate, designed to draw out his pleasure while adding to the charged atmosphere in the room.

"I know the truth isn’t pretty, Shipra," Patode said, his voice softening slightly as he attempted to ease the tension that hung heavily between them. "But believe me, embracing it will open new doors for you. And you’ll thank me for it." His tone carried a calculated blend of reassurance and authority, coaxing her to accept the harsh reality he was presenting.

He shifted slightly, his gaze bore into hers with an unsettling mix of confidence and determination. "Let us continue," he said, his voice steady and deliberate. "For the third question, Shipra. Tell me have I ever mistreated you, disrespected your wishes or forced you?" He remained silent letting his words sink in and continued, "During our first encounter on that Sunday night, it was because of this very mangalsutra," he said, gesturing towards the mangalsutra. "You wanted me to stop, and I did, out of respect for your boundaries. Next time, you wanted me to pull out, even though I could have cummed inside you, but I respected your wish and did as you asked." His voice grew firmer, each word carefully chosen to reinforce his argument.

"And today, once again, it is you who wants to break free," he continued, his gaze never leaving hers. "It is you who wants to surrender to me, to give you the pleasures you have been denied all these years in your marriage. And I am here, ready to care for your needs, to give you everything you have longed for but never received."

Patode’s voice took on a sharper edge as he drove his point home. "Alok, on the other hand, has failed you yet again. He has failed to uphold the vow of treating you as his equal and honoring your wishes. Instead, he has taken decisions without considering you, forced responsibilities onto you, and left you to bear the weight of them alone. Tell me, Shipra," he pressed, his eyes narrowing slightly, "isn’t that the truth? Isn’t it true that Alok has abandoned his duty, leaving you unfulfilled and unsupported?"

Patode's words struck a deep chord within Shipra, each syllable peeling away layers of denial she had carefully constructed over the years. Memories flooded her mind—Alok quitting his job without consulting her, pressuring her into accepting a promotion she wasn’t ready for, making decisions that affected them both without ever seeking her input. Time and again, he had taken the reins, leaving her to shoulder the consequences, all while expecting her silent compliance.

For years, she had convinced herself that his choices were for the good of their family, burying her own doubts and reservations in the name of harmony. But deep down, a nagging truth had always lingered—Alok had never truly treated her as an equal partner. And now, Patode had zeroed in on that sore spot with precision, exposing the wound she had refused to acknowledge.

Unlike the previous questions, where guilt and hesitation had clouded her responses, this time was different. The truth was undeniable, and for the first time, she felt no shame in admitting it. Her eyes, which once wavered with uncertainty, now burned with a mix of anguish and clarity.

The words spilled from her lips before she could stop them, raw and unfiltered. "Yes, Patode. Yes," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Alok has broken his vow to support me. He’s failed to treat me as his equal in this marriage, and he’s ignored my wishes time and again."

Her voice rose slightly, filled with years of pent-up frustration and pain. "He made decisions without me, for me, as though I had no say, no agency. And I let him… I let him because I thought it was what a good wife should do." Her chest heaved as the weight of her admission settled over her, her anguish laid bare.

"That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you for years, Shipra," Namrata interjected, her tone was smooth, almost soothing, but carried an unmistakable edge of manipulation. "Alok is just like every other patriarchal man—set in his ways, blind to your needs. He will never understand your wishes, your dreams, or the depth of your desires."

She pulled up slightly, her eyes narrowing as she pressed her point further. "If you keep burying your desires and ignoring your own needs, Shipra, you’ll always remain unfulfilled—both mentally and physically. Alok has proven time and again that he is controlling and inconsiderate."

Namrata’s voice softened, becoming almost hypnotic as she leaned closer to Patode, leaving no opportunity to tarnish Alok’s image or their relationship. "Let it all go today. Break free from the chains that bind you to a man who has failed to see your worth. Let Patode give you the peace of mind and the physical pleasure you’ve been craving. You deserve to feel alive, to be truly free, Shipra."

Shipra remained quiet, her mind a whirlwind of chaos and confusion. The truth she had avoided for so long was now laid bare, leaving her feeling exposed, vulnerable, and utterly lost. Her inner turmoil was evident, and Patode, ever perceptive, recognized the moment for what it was—an opportunity he could exploit to drive Shipra into complete submission.

With a cunning smile, he released his grip on the mangalsutra, letting it fall back against her chest. He slid his hands to her waist, pulling her into his embrace with a calculated intimacy. "You don’t have to feel so low, Shipra," he murmured, his voice smooth and velvety, the words wrapping around her like a comforting shroud. "Deep down, you already knew all of this. We’ve only helped you confront the reality you’ve been running from. The tough part is over, Shipra. Now, all that’s left is for you to embrace your new reality."

His words, gentle yet commanding, seemed to seep into her vulnerable mind, dissolving her resistance. Shipra straightened her posture, the weight on her shoulders lifting slightly as she pulled herself together. A flicker of determination crossed her face, and she looked Patode in the eye. "I’m ready for the next question, Patode," she declared, her voice steady despite the storm within her.

Patode’s grin widened, his satisfaction barely concealed. "Alright, Shipra," he began, his tone taking on a measured, persuasive cadence. "Then tell me this—is it right to bury your desires and live an unsatisfied life? To continuously adjust and compromise in a relationship that leaves you feeling hollow? Or do you think it’s healthier—better—to vent your feelings, to embrace your desires, even just once in a while?"

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, his gaze locked on hers, pushing her further into the space he was carefully crafting for her.

Shipra’s eyes flickered with a mix of hesitation and clarity as Patode’s words sank in. Deep inside, she knew he was right. The constant suppression of her desires, the endless compromises, and the façade of a perfect marriage had taken their toll. She had been running on empty for far too long, and now, for the first time, she felt an opportunity to release the burden she carried. Her lips parted, her voice soft yet resolute as she responded.

"You’re right, Patode," she said, her tone steady. "Burying my desires, living an unsatisfied life—it’s not healthy. I’ve been compromising for so long, forgetting what it feels like to want, to need, to feel alive." She paused, her gaze dropping for a moment before meeting his again. "Maybe it is time for me to vent, to let go of the frustration that’s been suffocating me."

"And do you know what the best part is?" Namrata chimed in with a sly smile tugging at her lips. "It will only help your marriage. Venting your frustrations here, with Patode, will keep your dissatisfaction from spilling over into your life with Alok. You can keep supporting your family, bearing all the responsibilities with help of Patode and fulfilling your needs on the way."

Shipra’s mind raced as she absorbed Namrata’s words. For years, she had believed that loyalty meant enduring silently, but now a different perspective was being laid out before her—one that promised both freedom and preservation of the life she had built. Slowly, she nodded, her resolve strengthening. "Maybe you’re right," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe this is what I need—for myself and for my duties."

Patode’s smile deepened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he saw Shipra stepping further into the path he had laid out for her. Namrata, too, watched with a knowing smirk, pleased that her calculated words had done their work. The tension in the room shifted, anticipation building as Shipra began to embrace the new reality they had carefully crafted for her.

"Halfway through, Shipra. Now comes the surrender," Patode declared, his voice dripping with authority and a commanding edge that left no room for doubt. In one swift, confident motion, he grabbed her by her round, supple ass, his hands gripping her firmly. As he stood, he used the momentum to push Shipra back onto the couch, his movements calculated and dominant.

Now towering over her, his imposing figure exuded a raw, primal energy that filled the room. Shipra looked up at him, her breath hitching as his dominant aura enveloped her completely. Patode leaned forward, his hands trailing down her thighs, spreading them wide. The intimacy of his touch was overwhelming, and when he placed his thick, veined cock between her parted thighs, she could feel the heat radiating from him, the power he was about to unleash.

"Fifth question, Shipra," Patode growled, his tone now dripping with arrogant lust. He grasped his cock in his right hand and gently slapped it against her bare pussy, the action drawing a soft, involuntary gasp from her lips. The light contact sent a shiver through her, her resolve faltering as the teasing continued. His movements were deliberate, designed to weaken her defenses and stoke the growing hunger within her.

"It’s quite obvious," he continued, his voice low and tantalizing as he gazed into her eyes, "but I need to hear it from your mouth. In all these years of marriage, I am confident that Alok has never given you the pleasure you’ve experienced with me in just these last two days. Tell me, Shipra, am I or am I not a better lover than him? A better man?" His words were sharp, his confidence unshakable. "An alpha male who understands your needs, who awakens the wild, untamed side of you?"

He leaned closer, the warmth of his breath grazing her skin. "We both know the truth, Shipra. I am the only one who can satisfy you in ways Alok never could. The only one who can fulfill the desires you’ve buried for so long. Tell me—are we not more sexually compatible? Do I not make you feel more alive, more desired than you’ve ever felt before?"

As he spoke, Patode continued to tease her relentlessly, his cock tapping against her slit, the rhythmic motion sending waves of heat coursing through her. Occasionally, he rubbed his entire length along her mound, parting her slick slit, the friction igniting a fire that was impossible to ignore. Shipra’s body betrayed her, her hips instinctively shifting to meet his teasing touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Unable to hold back any longer, she let out a moan that was almost a shout, her voice filled with raw, unfiltered desire. "Yes, Patode!" she cried out, her words tumbling over each other in a desperate confession. "Yes, you are a better lover than Alok. Sex with you is so much more pleasurable, more satisfying. Alok could never compete with your sexual prowess, your skills in bed. You made me orgasm so easily—something I’ve never experienced with him."

Her voice wavered as she added, almost breathlessly, "I can’t get enough of you. Even Namrata, who’s had God knows how many men between her legs, would agree." Shipra turned her gaze toward Namrata, her comment a mixture of taunt and submission, as if seeking validation from her.

Namrata, who had been silently observing with a knowing smirk, let out a soft chuckle, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she broke the silence. "You’re not wrong, Shipra," Namrata began, her tone playful yet firm, as though delivering a secret she had long guarded. "Among the countless partners I’ve been with, not one of them could ever come close to Patode—not in skill, not in stamina, and certainly not in the way he understands a woman’s deepest desires. It’s not just his ability to make you feel things you’ve never felt before, though that’s certainly part of it." She paused, her gaze flickering toward Patode with a glint of admiration, her words carrying a deeper reverence.

"Then, of course, there’s this magnificent monster cock of his," she continued, her voice dipping into a huskier register. "It’s more than just its size, Shipra—though, believe me, its size is something to marvel at. The way it fills you, reaches places inside you that you didn’t even know existed… it’s like he’s unlocking parts of you that have been dormant your entire life. And when he goes deep—so deep it feels like he’s touching your very core, almost reaching your womb—it’s a feeling you can’t put into words. It’s pure ecstasy, addictive in a way I never thought possible."

Her lips curled into a sly grin as she leaned forward slightly, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "That’s why I’ve stayed by his side all this time, Shipra. Not just because of his dominance, his confidence, or his unmatched skills in bed—but because he knows how to truly satisfy a woman, body and soul. And once you’ve tasted that kind of pleasure, nothing else even comes close."

As she spoke, Namrata moved closer to Shipra on the couch, her movements slow and deliberate. Her hand reached out, her fingers grazing Shipra’s full, heaving chest. With a seductive ease, she began caressing Shipra’s breasts, her touch sending shivers through the already charged atmosphere. Her gaze alternated between Patode and Shipra, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she added fuel to the fire.

"Go on, Patode," Namrata purred, her voice low and sultry. "Fire off the sixth question already. I’m getting restless—and I can tell Shipra is too." Her words hung in the air, laced with both anticipation and challenge, as her hand lingered, her touch growing bolder with each passing second.

Patode wasted no time. "Shipra," he began, his tone deep and laden with lust, "we’ve have fucked twice now, and each time, the pleasure you’ve experienced has grown more intense, more satisfying." His words carried the weight of undeniable truth, and the heat in his gaze made Shipra’s pulse quicken.

Her body, already responding to the palpable tension, betrayed her inner turmoil. She nodded slowly, unable to deny the sensations that had overwhelmed her, the longing that had consumed her during their encounters.

Patode leaned in closer, his hand brushing against her cheek, his thumb trailing along her jawline as his voice softened, becoming almost coaxing. "It’s not your desires or your needs that hold you back, Shipra," he said, his eyes locking onto hers with unyielding intensity. "It’s the psychological barrier—the weight of being a married woman—that keeps you from truly setting yourself free. You’ve built walls around yourself, chained by guilt and expectations. But deep down, you know those walls are only hurting you, suffocating the part of you that longs to be liberated."

He paused, letting his words sink in, before continuing with a tone that blended dominance with reassurance. "I want you to confront that truth today, Shipra. To let go of those chains and embrace what you truly want. Confess to me, here and now, that from this very moment, you will give yourself to me completely. No hesitation. No reservations."

His hand moved to her breast, giving it a tight possessive squeezed, as his voice deepened with intent. "Surrender to me, Shipra. Your body, your soul—give them to me willingly and unconditionally. Let go of everything that has held you back and trust me to lead you into a freedom you’ve never known."

Shipra’s breath hitched as his words wrapped around her like a spell, dismantling the barriers she had so carefully constructed. The vulnerability in her eyes was met with the unrelenting confidence in his, a silent yet overpowering force that left her teetering on the edge of surrender. The heat of his touch and the power of his presence overwhelmed her senses, leaving her unable to resist the seductive web he and Namrata had woven around her. Her lips parted, trembling as she finally found the courage—or perhaps the surrender—to speak.

"I…" she began, her voice barely a whisper, laden with vulnerability and a yearning she could no longer deny. Her eyes locked onto his, seeking reassurance even as she gave in. "I surrender, Patode. My body, my soul… everything. It’s yours." Her words carried the weight of a decision that she knew would alter the course of her life, but in that moment, it felt liberating, like shedding a burden she had carried for far too long.

Patode’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk, his aura of dominance growing even stronger. He tightened his grip on her tit, pinching her nipple between his fingers making Shipra moan in both pain and pleasure. Their eyes remained locked in the heated moment ready to devour each other. "You’ve made the right choice, Shipra," he said, his voice a mixture of approval and promise. "From this moment on, you’re mine—completely. I’ll take care of you, fulfill every need and desire you’ve ever suppressed. You’ll never feel neglected or unfulfilled again."

With deliberate, teasing precision, Patode leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. The head of his cock brushed against her swollen, slick folds, parting them slowly. Shipra gasped sharply, her body arching instinctively to meet him, the intense sensation making her toes curl. The sensation of his hot rod ready to stretch her, ignited an overwhelming wave of pleasure that consumed her entirely.

 

Meanwhile, Namrata’s hands roamed over Shipra’s body with knowing expertise, her fingers pinching and teasing the sensitive peaks of her breasts, sending jolts of pleasure through her trembling frame. Shipra’s senses blurred, caught between the delicious pressure of Patode’s cock on her fanny and the intoxicating torment of Namrata’s teasing.

The combined sensations were too much. Her thighs quivered as her body writhed beneath their touch, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Shipra let out a loud, unrestrained moan, the sound echoing in the room like a plea for release. Her hand shot up, clutching the headrest of the couch for support, her fingers digging into the fabric as waves of pleasure threatened to shatter her completely.



Ahhhhhhhh.. Patode

Shipra’s moan was abruptly silenced as Patode’s lips claimed hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring her with an intensity that left her breathless. The kiss was messy, passionate, and demanding, a testament to the fire consuming him. Patode’s self-control wavered; with two naked, stunning women at his mercy, the desire coursing through him was almost unbearable.

Impatience flared in him, and with his free hand he got hold of Namrata sitting beside Shipra. His fingers tangled in Namrata’s hair pulling her closer, eliciting a gasp from her before breaking his kiss with Shipra. Without hesitation, he turned his attention to Namrata, capturing her lips in a fervent, almost primal kiss. His movements were fluid yet commanding, leaving no doubt about his dominance over the moment.

As he kissed Namrata deeply, his hand trailed down her supple body, brushing over her curves with purpose before finding its way between her thighs. His fingers delved into her wetness with practiced skill, drawing soft moans from her lips even as they remained locked with his. The dual sensations sent shivers down Namrata’s spine, her body trembling under his touch.



The scene unfolded into a symphony of desire. Patode alternated between the two women, his kisses growing hungrier with each exchange. His cock teased the entrance of Shipra’s slick heat, brushing against her folds and keeping her on edge. Simultaneously, his fingers moved inside Namrata, curling and stroking in rhythm with his ministrations, coaxing gasps and moans from her lips.



Both women lay utterly surrendered to him, their bodies arching and writhing under his control. Their soft cries of pleasure mingled with the sounds of his heavy breathing, creating an intoxicating melody of raw passion. Patode reveled in the power he held over them, the couch becoming a stage for the escalating sensuality that bound the three of them together in an unrelenting, erotic dance.

Patode stepped back breaking away from them both, his lips curling into a smirk as he took in the breathtaking sight before him. On the couch, two of the most alluring women he’d ever encountered lay completely exposed, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat brought on by the fire he’d ignited within them. Their flushed skin, heaving chests, and parted lips painted a picture of unrestrained desire.

Their legs spread wide, revealing their glistening, swollen cunts, each glimmering and oozing with the evidence of their arousal. The rhythmic rise and fall of their breasts, soft swollen and sensitive, only added to the intoxicating allure. Their eyes, heavy-lidded with hunger and need, met his with unspoken pleas, begging him to continue and give them the release they craved.

Namrata, unable to hold back any longer, broke the silence, her voice trembling with desperation. "Come on, Patode, shoot the last question and let us get this over with," she implored, her tone a mix of frustration and raw need. "I can't resist much longer and neither can Shipra."

Patode let out a deep, throaty chuckle, his arrogance filling the room like a tangible force. Yet, he didn’t move closer. Instead, he crossed his arms and fixed them both with a commanding gaze, his smirk deepening. "Alright," he said slowly, his voice low and edged with a dark authority. "Here’s the final question, Shipra. Answer truthfully, accept what I am offering and your surrender will be absolute. Once you confess the inevitable, you’ll step fully into your new reality—free of the shackles that have bound you for far too long."

Shipra’s body tensed as his words sank in, but she nodded silently, her breath hitching.

Patode took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "In this short time with me, I’ve not only given you the security and support you’ve craved but have also treated you with the respect you deserve. I’ve honored your desires and reawakened the wildness in you. I have given you a glimpse of pleasure you’ve only dreamed about—pleasure your husband, Alok, failed to provide time and again."

His words were cutting, each one laced with truth and a ruthless conviction that sent a shiver down Shipra’s spine. "We’ve already established, through the last six questions, that I am superior to him in every way. I am the alpha male your really deserve, the man who can fulfill the deepest, most hidden parts of your soul. So now, answer me this."

Patode leaned in, his voice dropping to a commanding whisper, each word striking her like a bolt of electricity. "Should I, or should I not, have more right over you than your pathetic husband? Shouldn’t you submit to me, body and soul, without hesitation or shame? If you feel the same then from this day onwards, Shipra, you will totally submit to me and grant me complete, unrestricted access to your body whenever I want, wherever I want and however I want. Every inch of you—every curve, every hole—will belong to me. I will have the unquestionable authority to indulge my desires, no matter how dark, through you and with you."

He straightened, his voice growing louder, almost reverent. "Accept my terms, Shipra. Surrender yourself to me, and I promise to care for you, support you, and fulfill every carnal desire you’ve suppressed for far too long. Confess this to me, and I will take you to heights of pleasure you’ve never dared imagine. Starting tonight, you will truly be set free."

Shipra sat frozen, her body trembling as her mind wrestled with the impossible choice before her. Her instincts screamed for her to pull back, to step away from the dark path she’d ventured down, to reclaim some semblance of her dignity. But her body betrayed her—her skin still tingled from Patode’s touch, and the aching need that coursed through her made resistance feel like an impossible battle. The heat of the moment clouded her judgment, and her emotional vulnerability left her teetering on the brink of surrender.

Patode stood patiently, his smirk unwavering as he watched the war waging within her. He knew the effect he had on her, how her willpower faltered with every passing second. The silence in the room was suffocating, broken only by the sound of Namrata stirring beside her.

Namrata rose gracefully from the couch, her naked body glistening under the dim light. Her movements were deliberate as she approached Patode, her hips swaying seductively. She pressed herself against him, her hands sliding possessively over his chest as she tilted her head up to meet his gaze.

"Well," she purred, her voice dripping with playful malice, "it seems like our dear Shipra is struggling. Typical, isn’t it? She talks a big game, but when it comes to breaking free from her so-called modesty, she falters."

Namrata turned her head slightly, her sharp eyes locking onto Shipra. The smirk on her lips was both taunting and triumphant. "Let’s be honest, Patode," she continued, her tone now mocking. "She loves to pretend, doesn’t she? Playing the role of the devoted, faithful wife, all the while her body betrays her. She’s dripping with desire, aching to be touched, but still clings to this illusion of purity."

She stepped closer to Shipra, her voice dropping to a near whisper, though every word cut like a blade. "I’ll make you a deal, Shipra. If you have the courage to admit the truth, to confess that you’re ready to be Patode’s willing, unconditional slut, I’ll bow to you with respect. I’ll even admit you’re the better woman and will never question your life choices."

Namrata laughed softly, the sound filled with wicked amusement as she leaned back into Patode, her body molding to his. "But I doubt you have it in you. Go ahead, prove me wrong. Break free. Or…" She trailed off, letting her words linger like poison in the air before delivering her final blow.

"If you can’t, don’t worry. I’m more than happy to take your place." She turned to Patode, her hands gliding over his shoulders as she pressed her lips to his ear. "I’ll be your slut, Patode. Willingly. Unconditionally. Whenever and however you want."

The air in the room grew heavier, the tension palpable as Shipra’s mind spiraled. Namrata’s words stung, but they also sparked something deep within her. Pride, humiliation, and raw desire clashed violently as she sat there, her breaths uneven and her body trembling. Her gaze shifted between Namrata and Patode, the weight of the decision pressing down on her like never before. But as the seconds ticked by, the primal ache within her began to drown out the voices of doubt. Her breathing deepened, her body quivering not with hesitation, but with the raw anticipation of release.

Finally, Shipra rose to her feet, her eyes locked onto Patode’s with a smoldering intensity that left no room for doubt. The flush in her cheeks betrayed the tempest of emotions coursing through her—lust, submission, and the undeniable pull of surrender. She stood tall, her breaths coming in short, heated gasps as she took one step closer to him, then another.

Patode’s smirk widened as she approached, his arms still folded, his stance commanding. Namrata watched from the corner of her eye, intrigued and excited as she observed the transformation in Shipra.

Shipra stopped in front of Patode, her body inches from his, her chest rising and falling as she gathered the courage to speak. Her voice, when it finally came, was low but unwavering, dripping with lust and submission. "Take me," she said, her tone filled with raw hunger. "Take me to the bedroom, Patode, and fuck the living hell out of your new slut."

The words hung in the air like a spark igniting an inferno. Patode’s smirk turned into a full, predatory grin, his dominance radiating as he reached out and lifted Shipra by her hips making her wrap her knees around his waist and her arms around her neck. Without speaking another word they both latched on to each other their lips locked in hunger devouring each other.

Namrata, still standing beside them, let out a low chuckle. "Well, well," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "Looks like the slut inside you finally broke free."

Their kiss broke abruptly as Shipra pulled back, her gaze locking onto Namrata's with a look of triumph, her chest heaving from the intensity of the moment. For the first time, she felt a surge of control, as if she had won a battle in their unspoken rivalry. But before she could savor the moment or utter a word, Patode’s hand slid deftly between them, drawing her attention.

His fingers curled possessively around the mangalsutra resting against her chest. With a smirk that oozed dominance, Patode held it up, the gold chain glinting in the dim light as it dangled between them.

"Let’s get rid of this, Shipra," he murmured, his voice a low, coaxing growl. His eyes burned with intent as he began to lift the chain over her head. "You don’t need to wear this with me. My slut should be devoted to me and me alone. No reminders of the pathetic man you once married should remain."

Shipra’s breath hitched as his words sank in, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. But before she could respond, Namrata, who had been standing beside them with a mischievous smile, moved with purpose. She knelt gracefully at Patode’s feet, her slender fingers wrapping around his cock with practiced ease.

Without a word, Namrata positioned his thick, throbbing shaft at the entrance of Shipra’s aching, dripping pussy. Patode, understanding her silent gesture, didn’t give Shipra a moment to react.



In a single, simultaneous motion, he lowered Shipra onto his cock, impaling her with his thick, unyielding length, while pulling the mangalsutra free from around her neck. The sensation of his cock stretching her open was overwhelming, a wave of pleasure crashing over her that left her gasping and clutching at his shoulders for support.

Patode let out a deep, satisfied groan as he buried himself inside her, his hands gripping her hips possessively. With a wicked grin, he held her gaze, raising the mangalsutra for a final moment before turning and throwing it with deliberate precision across the room. The chain landed in the dustbin with a faint metallic clink, the sound ringing like a final declaration of Shipra’s submission.

Shipra’s lips parted, a protest forming in her mind, but it dissolved instantly as Patode began to move. The fullness of him inside her, the way he stretched and filled her aching core, silenced every rational thought. Her body responded instinctively, her hips moving to meet his thrusts as her head fell forward onto Patode's shoulder, a guttural moan escaping her lips.

Namrata stood up watching Patode's cruel display of dominance, her lips curving into a pleased smirk as she grabbed Shipra's tits as she made eye contact with Patode over her shoulder and whispered. "Looks like you finally realized your truth Shipra," Namrata teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

Shipra couldn’t reply. The pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. The loss of her mangalsutra, the symbolic severing of her ties to her husband, no longer mattered. All that existed now was the raw, primal pleasure coursing through her, leaving her utterly at Patode’s mercy.

Patode’s eyes blazed with unleashed lust, a fire ignited by the total and complete surrender of Shipra. But this moment, this night, was only the beginning of her descent into submission—her transformation into his personal slut. The triumph he felt was electric, coursing through his veins as he relished the power he now held over her.

"Let’s take this afterparty to the bedroom, shall we, Shipra?" he said, his voice dripping with authority, though the question was purely rhetorical. Without waiting for an answer, he began moving toward the bedroom, his strong arms holding her steady as his cock remained buried deep inside her, stretching her to the limit with every step.

Shipra clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, her body trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and raw desire. The intensity of the moment left her unable to form coherent thoughts—she could only feel. The fullness of him inside her, the possessive grip of his hands on her thighs, the low hum of his voice in her ear—it was overwhelming in every way.

Behind them, Namrata followed closely, a sly and satisfied smile playing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with intrigue and anticipation as she watched Patode assert his dominance, leading Shipra into what would undoubtedly be an unforgettable night.

"You’re mine, Shipra," Patode murmured his voice low and ominous as they approached the bedroom door, "All mine."

End of Chapter 28: Part 2: You're all mine

[hotandluking]

"You’re mine, Shipra," Patode murmured his voice low and ominous as they approached the bedroom door, "All mine."

Wowww,back with a bang.
Worth the wait,great update.
Only issue is that,we need to wait for at least a week for the next update.
Great writing and hot conversation to go with the sex.
The wait would be frustrating but it is what it is.
Thanks for this great story but we hope the next update would be as soon as possible.

[Luca Modric]

very very nice....

[Victorjohnson]

Superb bro...one suggestion...next update, let shipra say how much she is devoted to patode...

Anyway I am sorry..I never expected u will put update...ur update was fantastic

[qazmlp]

What an amazimng story and jaw dropping ecstasy built up so superbly.
No Suggestions needed. You are your own MASTER.

[nerogolden]

WOW! that was an amazing update! truly a master story teller. The only problem is I cant get enough of your story!! I am impatient for the next update

[damien123456]

You guys are really impatient... try doing yoga.. it will calm your dicks down a little.

[erotichorny71]

Left it exactly at a place where everyone gets excited while reading a story.
Very unfair,please provide the next update soon.

[shail_2012]

Can you write above story in Hinglish or Hindi ?

[shail_2012]

Can you write above story in Hinglish or Hindi ?

[hotandluking]

After giving a banger update and leaving everyone horny,writer to readers about next update: