Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[xboard1986]

Yaat
Bahut time h abhi

[MeeraKrish99]

Excellent narration. Waiting eagerly for next episode

[frankiezaad]

Nice story keep going

[frankiezaad]

Nice story keep going

[frankiezaad]

Nice plz update asap

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro...

[Vishal Ramana]

Superb writing

[hotandluking]

What is with people asking for complete submission,complete submission?
Once it is done,what is there left in the story?
She does whatever he asks,goes to whomever he sends her to......it becomes boring and monotonous.
When there is no conflict/guilt/hesitation in the mind of the adulterer,sex is just a mechanical act,isnt it?
And the less said the better about silly BDSM fantasies.

[exbiixossip2]

next update sriya
come fast

[Umavictor32]

What is with people asking for complete submission,complete submission?
Once it is done,what is there left in the story?
She does whatever he asks,goes to whomever he sends her to......it becomes boring and monotonous.
When there is no conflict/guilt/hesitation in the mind of the adulterer,sex is just a mechanical act,isnt it?
And the less said the better about silly BDSM fantasies.

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Now a days, except money all other things after a point of time people will get bored... How long u will keep on extending a thing... It had been a long time we are seeing her reluctance... Now we wish to see submission... And being a woman i can understand men mindset. They like to see a reluctant woman gets submissive and behave like a slut... So there is nothing wrong in wishing to see shipra submissive
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[Umavictor32]

Waiting for next update

[kallu420]

Amazing story, hats off bro for the effort and the ability to develop characters and story.

[jroy1984]

When can we expect the next update?

[nusrattashnim]

Next update on Tuesday

When can we expect the next update?

The day of the update is finally here.

[damien123456]

waiting for the update bro don't fail us today put the update before mid night i mean put it before 9 in the night

[Hornytamilan23]

Today is Tuesday... Rocket is ready to launch with enough fuel

[Suraj76626]

The next update in dropping in few hours.

[Umavictor32]

The next update in dropping in few hours.

Whenever suraj post a poster, surely that week update would be a blast

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 34: Embracing the Forbidden

"No, not this weekend, Toppo," Patode said firmly, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he maneuvered his car toward the bus stand. His voice over the call carried a heavy mix of cunning calculation and a trace of bitter nostalgia. "It’s too early for it. Plan it for the weekend after next. That will give me enough time to break her properly. We don’t want a repeat of what happened with Rakhi, do we?"

 

There was a momentary silence on the other end, followed by Toppo’s angry response. "Rakhi ran off only because of that hot-headed fool, Bhiva. If it weren't for him, we’d still be enjoying her. Such a nubile, obedient little bitch she was..." His voice trailed into a low growl, thick with resentment. "Good thing you got Bhiva out of our way this time. I just hope the bastard gets picked up by the cops and put down for good. We’ve wrung all the use we could from that arrogant little shit."

 

Patode chuckled darkly, a crooked smirk curling on his lips. "Careful, Toppo. Don’t let your hatred make you reckless. If he gets caught and opens his mouth, we’ll all have a noose around our necks. But you’re right about one thing—Bhiva’s outlived his usefulness. It’s better he disappears... quietly. But for now, let the things settle a little and focus on satiating our lust through the finest fuck toy we've trapped yet—our slutty little MILF, Shipra."

 

Toppo laughed, his tone thick with lust and malice. "Oh, Bhau, I can barely wait. I want to fuck her right in front of that pathetic wimp, Alok. Watching him break while we ruin her will be the sweetest treat. And these videos you keep sending—man, they’re making it worse. I’m getting desperate!"

 

Patode’s smile widened, predatory and pleased. "Just two more weeks, Toppo. Hold on a little longer. You’ll get your reward—and trust me, it’ll be worth every second of the wait."

 

"Thanks, Bhau," Toppo replied eagerly, his excitement palpable. Then, dropping his voice slightly, he asked, "And bhau, did you get the package I sent?"

 

Patode let out a low, amused chuckle. "Yes, I received it. Don’t worry. These two weeks will give me enough time to get her well-accustomed with them. You know I always deliver."

 

Toppo laughed wickedly on the other end. "That’s what I like to hear. I'll start setting up everything for the second next weekend then."

 

"Good," Patode said, pleased. "Make sure everything’s perfect. Let's make this office getaway a wild and memorable fuckfest."

 

With that, he ended the call, tossing his phone onto the passenger seat just as he pulled into the curb near the bus stop. As he parked, his phone buzzed again—a new message from Shipra flashed across the screen:

 

> "Will reach the bus stand in five minutes."

 

Patode leaned back in his seat, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he rubbed himself through his pants, feeling the slow burn of anticipation ignite within him.

 

"It’s time for some real action, my boy," he muttered to himself, his voice thick with excitement as he quickly typed back:

 

> "I’m waiting just outside."

 

He hit send and settled back, eyes scanning the sidewalk eagerly, waiting for his prey to walk right into his trap.

 

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"Bro, did you hear about that incident in Ambruj?" Vaibhav asked, his voice low and tinged with concern. "The murder happened at the very dhaba where Chetan had just been appointed as manager. Can you believe that? Talk about bad luck. Poor guy—he really needs to get his stars checked by an astrologer or something."

 

Alok’s eyes widened in shock. "Wait, what? I saw something about a murder of that political goon on the news yesterday, but I didn’t know it was the same place Chetan joined. That’s insane. Did you talk to him? Is he okay?"

 

"Yeah, I spoke to him last night," Vaibhav replied, flipping through his notes from the previous lecture absentmindedly. "He was picked up by the security officer for questioning—routine stuff, thankfully—but they let him go once they figured out he had nothing to do with it. Still, the whole thing shook him up. And now that the dhaba’s sealed off for investigation, the job turned out to be a dead end anyway. Poor guy travelled all the way there for nothing."

 

"Damn," Alok muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "He really can’t catch a break. And to think, he had three attempts left—he shouldn’t have given up."

 

Vaibhav glanced sideways at him. "Well, nothing can be done about it, but I am more concerned about you Alok—this is your final attempt, remember? No more room for doubt or distractions. You’ve gotta get your act together, bro. Unlike me and Chetan, it's do or die for you. Now that you have spent two days with Shipra bhabhi... destressing, it’s time to pour everything into this."

 

Alok chuckled weakly, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Yeah. You’re right. I’ve got to give it my all now. Honestly, this whole preparation journey hasn’t just drained me—it almost wrecked things with Shipra. Can you believe I even started suspecting her of cheating on me with some colleague from her office?"

 

"What! Seriously?" Vaibhav looked at him, half in disbelief. "Come on, man. That doesn’t sound like you."

 

Alok let out a bitter laugh. "I know. It sounds stupid now, but in the moment, with all the stress, the distance, the silence... my mind started going places. Thank God, Shipra’s understanding. She remained calm even when I was being a paranoid idiot. Any other woman would’ve walked away."

 

"Come on, bro," Vaibhav said, breaking into a laugh, though his tone still carried some sincerity. "Why would Shipra bhabhi cheat on a future IAS officer for some small-time village guy? You’re seriously overthinking. You’re losing your mind, man."

 

He paused, then added with a mischievous grin, "Maybe all that teasing from Chetan about his own mess of a love life got into your head. You’re letting his cynicism rub off on you." He leaned in slightly, his tone shifting to something more serious, though the playful glint remained in his eyes.  

 

"Listen, unless this colleague of hers is some silver-tongued Casanova—some smooth operator who knows all the right things to say—or, hell, blessed with… ahem… considerable large tool between his legs, then I really don’t think you’ve got much to worry about." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, women can be drawn to charm, sweet talk and, well, size—let’s not pretend otherwise—but not when they already have something real waiting for them at home. A connection like that doesn’t just vanish because of some cheap seducing act from a village stud."  

 

His expression sobered slightly, and he fixed his friend with a knowing look. "That said… you have been taking care of her, right? Not just physically—though, yeah, that matters—but more importantly, emotionally. Because if you’ve been neglecting either, then, that's your real problem. And in that case… well, maybe that village stud will get lucky."

 

He nudged Alok lightly with his elbow, giving him a teasing wink.

 

"Shut up, man," Alok snapped, clearly not amused. There was no humour in his tone, only a sharp, defensive edge—but underneath it lurked something heavier. A quiet unease. Because the truth was, he had let things slip with Shipra—not just recently, but over the years. The passion had dulled, the conversations had grown shorter, and the distance between them had stretched just enough for doubt to creep in.  

 

And now, every joke, every insinuation about another man, hit too close to home. It wasn’t just suspicion gnawing at him—it was guilt and insecurity. The fear that if she was pulling away, he might have already given her reasons to.  

 

His jaw tightened. The thought alone was enough to make his stomach twist.

 

"Alright, alright," Vaibhav said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Just messing with you, bro. Don’t take it to heart. I know Shipra. She’s solid. You’ve got nothing to be insecure about."

 

Alok leaned back slightly, a sigh escaping him. His eyes dropped to the floor as if trying to find clarity in the tiles. "Yeah… maybe you’re right. Maybe, it’s just all the stress. Chetan’s constant jokes, my own insecurities... it’s like it crept into my head and started planting doubts."

 

"Exactly, bro," Vaibhav said, giving him a light nudge. "Leave all that behind now. The only thing we need to think about is those mains. It’s now or never."

 

He raised his fist, and Alok met it with his own.

 

"Yeah," Alok nodded with quiet determination. "Let’s focus on that."

 

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Thud!

 

The car door slammed shut as Patode settled into the driver's seat, his gaze lingering on Shipra sitting beside him. The trunk was loaded with her luggage, but his attention was fixed solely on her. She sat with quiet poise in the passenger seat, framed by the evening light pouring through the windshield. Her yellow chikankari kurti hugged her frame delicately, and the white leggings clung to her legs like they were stitched onto her skin.

 

Patode’s gaze shamelessly wandered, unrestrained, tracing the graceful line of her neck, the gentle rise of her chest, and the way the soft fabric clung to each curve of her body and shifted with every slight movement she made. His eyes lingered with a boldness that bordered on reverence—and Shipra was well aware of it.

 

"What?" Shipra asked, her voice flustered as she turned toward him, cheeks tinged with a hint of rose. She crossed her legs defensively, as if trying to shield herself from the heat in his stare.

 

Patode simply smiled, the corner of his mouth lifting in quiet amusement. "Nothing," he said, his voice warm and low. "You just look... stunning."

 

He turned the key, and the engine came alive beneath them. But even with the vehicle in motion, his eyes kept stealing glances at her profile.

 

"Welcome back to Ambruj," he continued, shifting gears smoothly. “I hope the journey was as exciting as I was desperate for you to return. It's good to finally have you all to myself." His lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.

 

Shipra felt her cheeks flush. "Yeah, it's good to be back," she replied, her voice softer than she intended. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, deliberately avoiding his gaze. "You didn't have to come pick me up personally, Patode. You could've sent Bahadur."

 

The suggestion was a flimsy attempt at deflection-a way to mask the restless anticipation coiling inside her. But Patode wasn't fooled.

 

"Absolutely not," he said, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel as he pulled onto the road. "My favourite slut deserves all the attention in the world." The word slut rolled off his tongue with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine. "Besides," he added, his voice dropping to a rough whisper, "waiting for you was making me desperate."

 

To emphasize his point, his hand slid onto her thigh, his grip firm, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh with deliberate pressure.

 

Shipra's breath hitched. She glanced down, her gaze flickering toward the unmistakable bulge straining against his trousers. "I can see your desperation growing, Patode," she murmured, her voice a mix of shyness and barely restrained excitement.

 

His laugh was dark, hungry. "It's been like this ever since you sent those pictures this morning." His fingers inched higher, tracing the seam of her leggings where the fabric stretched taut over her thighs. "I can't wait to get you to my place."

 

Then, without warning, his hand slid between her legs, his fingertips pressing against the damp heat of her through the thin material.

 

"Patode-!" Shipra gasped, her body jerking in surprise. Her hands flew to his wrist, but her grip was weak, her resistance half-hearted. "Someone might see-can't you control yourself for a few more minutes?"

 

Her protest was undercut by the breathless tremor in her voice, the way her thighs instinctively parted just a fraction more.

 

Patode's fingers didn't stop. "You should've thought about that before wearing these tight little slutty leggings," he growled, his voice thick with lust. His touch grew bolder, his fingers tracing slow, maddening circles over her clothed slit. "Fuck, Shipra- these legs, these thighs, that perfect fucking ass... If it were up to me, I'd rip this flimsy thing off you and fuck you right now in the back seat."

 

Shipra whimpered, her head falling back against the seat as his touch grew more insistent. Her fingers dug into his forearm, not to push him away, but to anchor herself as pleasure sparked under his skilled fingers.

 

“Oh God....Patode…” she whispered, her voice trembling—not with fear, but with need.

 

He leaned closer, his words brushing against her ear like a secret. “Just a little longer slut. We’ll be there soon.”

 

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"Good evening, my dear Shrutika. How’s the field posting treating you?" Vikrant’s voice crackled through the video call; his mischievous smile unmistakable even on the screen. There was a teasing undertone in his voice, laced with sarcasm—an obvious jab at her decision to accept Ambruj as her first field assignment.

 

Shrutika rolled her eyes, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. She was seated at her cluttered desk, surrounded by stacks of files, half-filled case reports, and coffee-stained paperwork. The ceiling fan above did little to ease the oppressive heat. Her khaki uniform clung to her skin, the day’s chaos and fatigue written across her face.

 

"Shut up, Vikrant," she snapped, her voice carrying the edge of frustration. "I’m really not in the mood for your jokes right now."

 

Vikrant’s smirk faded, replaced by a softer, more understanding expression. He leaned closer to the camera, his voice mellowing. "Alright, alright. No need to get all cranky, Shruti. I called to check on you, that’s all. With this whole Saad Hussain situation, I figured the pressure must be getting insane. Do you want me to come down for a few days? Help you out a bit?"

 

Shrutika exhaled deeply, slumping into her chair. The tension in her shoulders was evident. "Sorry, Vikrant. I know you’re just trying to help," she said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "It’s just… this fieldwork—real ground-level investigation—it’s all so new to me. The theories from the academy don’t prepare you for the smell of blood, the gruesome visuals, the faces of fear-stricken people, the politics behind every lead."

 

She looked away for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "I’m trying to keep up, but this case... it’s more than just murder. It’s disrupted everything I had planned. I can’t walk away from the investigation, but at the same time, I’m losing sight of why I even came here in the first place."

 

There was a pause before Vikrant spoke again. His voice was calm, deliberate. "Listen, Shruti. Everything will fall into place—just not all at once. Right now, your focus has to be on Saad’s murder. This is high-profile. If you mess it up, the department won’t hesitate to pull you out of Ambruj. And we both know how much that will cost you."

 

He paused, letting his words sink in. "As for your original purpose... don’t forget you have a golden chance here. Use this investigation as your cover. Work through the system. The government machinery is in your hands—use it wisely. You told me once you were willing to compromise on morals for the greater good. If this is that moment, then so be it, babes. Just don’t lose your grip."

 

Shrutika looked back at the screen, the weight of his words pressing against her chest. The weariness didn’t vanish, but something in her gaze steadied. She gave a slow nod.

 

"You’re right. I just need to play it smart."

 

"You’ve always been smart, Shrutika. I have no doubt you’ll handle it," Vikrant said warmly, his smile softening into genuine reassurance. For a brief moment, the teasing mask dropped, revealing the man who believed in her strength unconditionally.

 

But the seriousness didn’t last long.

 

"Now," he added with a sly grin, his voice dipping into a flirtatious drawl, "why don’t you wrap up that mountain of paperwork, head back to your hotel, and let me relieve some of that stress over a nice, steamy video call? Your husband’s dying for a glimpse of his sexy wife under that uniform."

 

Shrutika burst out laughing, shaking her head at his sudden switch in tone. "Oh, so the honourable District Magistrate is getting horny now, isn't he?" she replied with mock disbelief, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Don’t tell me staring at your secretary’s cleavage and her ass all day hasn’t satisfied you enough. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how she bats her lashes at you, breaches your private space and misses no chance of being extra nice around you."

 

Vikrant feigned offense, placing a hand on his chest. "Oh, come on now. She's just an employee, a helping hand, who gets extra chirpy to avoid a transfer. She’s not even in the same league as you, Shruti. You, my love, are fire in uniform." He chuckled, wagging his eyebrows for effect.

 

"Hmm, is that so?" Shrutika raised an eyebrow, pretending to have an epiphany. "Maybe I should get myself a toy boy here in Ambruj. A helping Hand... To relieve a little field stress. You know, for balance."

 

"By all means," Vikrant said with a smirk and a shrug, clearly enjoying the game. "I’m a modern, open-minded man. As long as I get a full report afterward, I’m good." He winked devilishly.

 

Shrutika narrowed her eyes at the screen, leaning closer. "Oh, I know why you’d love that—so you can justify being extra nice to that bitch. Dream on, Mister. I don’t care if you’re the District Magistrate. I own your ass. Remember that." Her voice was mock-serious, but her eyes sparkled with affection.

 

"Yes, ma’am. Completely at your mercy," Vikrant saluted playfully. Then his tone shifted, settling into concern again. "Jokes aside, Shruti, seriously—don’t overdo it. Go back to the hotel. Get out of that sweat-drenched uniform, take a cold shower, and freshen up. And then we can talk about the case, discuss your future plans… all of it. But only after you rest."

 

Shrutika gave a tired smile, her features softening as the exhaustion crept back in. "Yeah… you’re right. I need a break. My head’s spinning. Cold shower, strong coffee, and a bit of quiet are exactly what I need." She looked at him for a beat longer, her expression touched with affection.

 

"I’ll call you once I’m back," she said gently, reaching for the call button.

 

"I’ll be waiting," Vikrant replied, his voice calm and steady.

 

With a final nod, Shrutika ended the call and sat back in her chair for a moment, letting the silence of the office settle around her. The chaos of the day still buzzed in the background, but somewhere amid the noise, Vikrant’s words echoed—reassuring, grounding.

 

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[eslx1212]

Looks like Suraj has worked full throttle on this. Can't wait.