A Banana Muffin Saga

[Aavesh9]

its seem writer has put so much effort in to this story ,giving update from many years

i will read this story

and thank you

thank you bro

Can't agree more Sir. YLTS never stops our readers from amazement...simply brilliant! As informed, I haven't read the chapters that were not published by YLTS and my only task is copy-paste. I read it once posted as well.

I believe it would be a best thing if the respectful readers conveys what they feel or felt after reading this beautiful masterpiece here by posting their thoughts...that would be a best thing that we could do, I think...

Continue reading Sir!

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Dying for the next installment

Of course Sir... posting the next one ... good reading Sir!

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Chapter-59



It took a while for Tanvi to regain her normalcy since they reached home from Upendra's house, she felt as if she was walking on edge. The number of errors that she committed and the open-ended situations that lay in front of her life made it extremely uneasy for the young mother to think rationally. By late evening that day and once they finished a silent dinner, she made her children to sleep quickly. After that, she gave some excuse to Sanjoth and went to walk to the mini-jungle outside her apartment. It was then she felt a bit of comfort as she sat on the single seater recliner with a hot tea in hand.


Tanvi's brain started reminiscing about the events that happened to her during the last six months. All of those started and ended with the loose command of decisions from her own end. Almost half an hour later, once she finished her tea, she felt better than she felt earlier that day at Upendra's house. Her face didn't mask the resolutions she shortlisted however her eyes carried the doubt of the possible outcomes that could bring if she went with what she decided.

Tanvi walked back to her home and couldn't find Sanjoth inside.

Then she heard footsteps outside and prepared herself to meet her husband for a clear confrontation.

"Beti, you inside?", the voice of the older woman from upstairs caught her off guard. She did not expect Safiya to arrive at this time.

"Ji, yes, please come in", Tanvi stood and opened the door to the large woman. The moment she recognized the voice, Tanvi felt herself getting heated up.

"Thank you Tanvi, can we talk?"

"Ji, yes, please, let me get you a tea"

"Oh no need beti, we just finished dinner"

"Let me get you one, as I also need it", Tanvi went to the kitchen to prepare tea for both. Deep inside, she wasn't sure how or what to talk with the older woman. She was bitter at what Safiya did with her husband and yet at the same time, she was on edge to know if Safiya knew about what happened between Kurramji and herself.

Tanvi sensed Safiya joining her in the kitchen and handed over the tea.

"Thank you, Beti"

A moment of silence came in between the two women. Both failed to open the subjects they had in their respective thoughts.

"Beti, please, let me apologise for what I did", Safiya started without meeting Tanvi's eyes.

"Saiyaji, that..."

"No Beti, I need to do this. Please allow me to speak", Safiya spoke with a low voice. "Beti, when you all came here, I was the happiest person in the world as I felt being blessed with a family that I never had or probably will never have also", Safiya paused.

Tanvi noticed that the older woman's eyes were moist.

"So, when we came close to each other, my happiness knew no limits. It was like I never wanted to let go of all four of you, children made everyday of mine the happiest. But then, something happened that shouldn't have happened. It just destroyed the love between us and now I see it started to destroy our lives as well. Not only mine, and I am so worried about yours. It shouldn't have been this way, and I have no one to blame other than me"

"Safiyaji, I can understand. But as you said, it happened and now I feel there is no way out"

"No Beti, there is. That's why I came to talk to you"

Tanvi looked at the older woman who casted her gaze straight to her eyes with tears filled.

"Beti, I will leave tomorrow for a wedding in my family that is happening in our hometown. It is outstation and a bit far from here. I am leaving Khurramji here because I feel at this point, I need a small break from all of this"

"But then, will Khurramji be alone here?", Tanvi asked automatically with too many rays of thoughts spraying inside her head. Being alone with the mad old man was not something she wished for and wanted to avoid at all cost.

"Yes Beti, I will return after two weeks. Possibly, by that time I would be able to make up my mind on few things that I would need to do in my life, and with the situation that we are in, it is for better"

Tanvi noted that the older woman was deliberately avoiding any direct reference to the cheating sex that happened with Sanjoth, and was glad that there wasn't any direct reference to it, as well as her own encounter with Khurram.

"Thank you for the Tea and, I hope one day you can forgive me. I never intended things to happen this way, and if you cannot forgive, I can understand. Take care and if you are in need of anything, Khurramji is here. He will be happy to help you", Safiya conveyed the last statement with a stress and a look to Tanvi that made her heart to skip a beat, not a good one though.

"Ji, sure. Enjoy the wedding and come back safe Safiyaji"

After the older woman left her home, Tanvi sensed that she was sweating, and she was suddenly unwell. "Two weeks!", her brain muttered repeatedly as stood in the kitchen till she heard and saw Sanjoth walking in.

She was prepared for him. 

"Sanju", Tanvi started and stopped when she saw his face. He was crying or cried. His face carried and showed the weight of remorse that he carried. 

"Tanvi, please don't. Can I talk first, please?"

Tanvi nodded instead of responding.

"See Tanvi, I don't know where to start. But, I am sorry, I am really sorry for what happened yesterday at Upendraji's house. Honestly, when I saw you like that, all my control left me and I just fell into that bad situation in the most irresponsible way. I know I insulted you many times already and yesterday was the worst because I forgot where I was and with whom I was and ended up doing things that I should've never done", he paused for a moment to check his wife's reaction. As he couldn't find any animosity on her face, he started to feel better.

Tanvi on the other hand was worried and scared that Sanjoth would've seen the video of her infidelity and was about to scream and curse her. But as it didn't happen, she understood that Upendra didn't take action on it, yet!

"But Tanvi, one thing I am unable to understand is why I got so worked up when I saw you, my wife, parading in such clothes, showing your skin to others, especially to Upendraji...like I said before, I am not understanding my own feelings when I imagine you with other men, let it be Khurramji or Upendraji or someone else. That was the trigger that killed me yesterday night", he paused again.

"Why is that Sanju? I cannot understand it either. You got excited when I took Khurramji's name during sex. And I noticed how much you got worked up when I stood and paraded in a bikini in front of Upendraji as well. In fact, that is a big confusion and also my worry on what exactly is happening to our marriage as well"

"I don't know Tanvi, I really don't know", Sanjoth's eyes teared up and his voice distorted. "I was at Mehtaji's house just now. They are having a gathering. And as Mehtaji and Abhijeet explained, they are going to shoot an introductory scene for an upcoming movie. It's not sleazy, just an adult movie with a bit of erotic element to it. They asked me if I would like to join the shoot, and then I came home more confused"

"What do you mean, more confused?", she had to ask as it suddenly piqued her curiosity as well.

"Well, see Tanvi, when I heard the storyline, I thought of you and me. My brain is so fucked up that I could think of anyone but you"

"Okay so, what is it then?", she asked.

"It's like a husband watching his wife helpless when she is stripped for a photoshoot"

"What!", her voice rose with sudden anger.

"Please, please listen. It's not a bad video or anything, the story is about a wife who is forced to strip to a semi-naked state because husband owes money to some bad people. Husband is made to watch when the bad guys come home and as he is unable to pay, ask his wife to compensate", he paused again and tried his best to conceal his growing erection. 

But Tanvi saw it. Instead of getting a shock, she felt her heart beating hard...really hard with a dirty thrill. Tanvi's brain fought really hard to suppress what she was feeling inside, she pictured herself as the poor wife forced by some molesters while her wimp of a husband watched helplessly. She was already cursing herself for what happened at Upendra's house, but as she heard her husband, for seriously unknown reasons, her brain pinched her stomach with a jolt...transporting that blow to her throbbing crotch. She knew this was depraved...and any sensible woman would scream at her husband just for mentioning such words, but...words that came out of her were completely opposite...

"Why would they be doing it? I mean, of course for money, but why are you so excited about it and why are you telling me this?", she couldn't stop her curiosity. 

"Sorry Tanvi, when I was there, they were getting dressed up and were preparing for the shoot. It's like, there need to be two women, wife and husband's sister. Mimi was there, if you remember her. But, the lady who was to be the wife couldn't make it. When I reached and heard the story, maybe because I showed interest, Mehtaji asked if you and me would like to join the shoot...like husband and wife, with Mimi acting as my sister"

"What the hell Sanju!!!"

"Sorry sorry Tanvi, I am so sorry. I didn't commit anything. As they asked, the most rational thing that came to my mind was to come and ask you"

"And, now you are here. Apologizing for yesterday and expecting that I would forgive and the very next moment asking me to do something this bad! How could you Sanju? I mean...how could you??", with a menacing tone, Tanvi seethed at her husband. 

"I know, I know Tanvi, I admit that I'm silly and stupid and of course not worthy of being a good husband to you. But...but you see, I am unable to understand what is happening with me. It wasn't like this before, trust me when I say this. I never had such bad thinking till I saw you in the gym working out with Khurramji. That was the trigger I think. The images of you with that old man created too many complications inside my head and each day passed by, that imagination gave way to all these situations. And now, when Mehtaji and Abhi asked me and explained about this photo shoot, I was literally imagining you in front of the camera with me helplessly begging them not to do it to my wife and ended up allowing it to happen. Tanvi, I am so sorry...I don't know why I am like this now", Sanjoth sobbed and tears came out of his eyes non-stop.

"Okay. I can understand a little bit. But Sanju, tell me one thing straight", she snapped.

Sanjoth watched his wife closely and tried his level best to control himself.

"Do you, I mean, really, do you wish to watch me having sex with other men? With Khurramji, Upendraji, Mehtaji and Abhi? Is that what you want from me? Because, if yes, then I think you need some consulting help from a professional as this is not normal and I am your wife for God's sake!", she seethed and tried to control her anger. Yet, she felt a wetness that started deep inside her and her thighs pressed against each other with a desperate try to stop that itch...to her horror, the wetness had creeped out and was smothering her thigh-joints!

"I dont know Tanvi"

"What the hell Sanju? How can you say that you don't know? You are my husband, and father of our children. If you cannot make up your mind, then where does that leave me?"

"Tanvi, I am literally a mess right now. I get excited at the very thought of you with any other men. And yet, I can't bear the thought of you having sex with anyone else as well. I don't know...that's the truth Tanvi"

"Okay so, let me ask you this. If I go now to Mehtaji and Abhi to participate in that photo shoot, will that make you happy?"

"I think so"

"What damn answer is this Sanju???", Tanvi's voice rose to a high pitch.

"I mean yes, it would. But again, I don't want you to get naked or have sex with them. That's not what I want"

"Ok. So, we are clear that you don't want me to have sex with others. But, you want me to partake in that sleazy photo shoot so you get excited, is it?"

"In a way, yes. But again, this is just a photo shoot with no vulgarity. That's what they said".

"What do you mean by that? If I strip in front of them, do you think it would stop only with me stripping? If a man finds a woman wilfully stripping, do you think any force could stop the inevitable? No, to me, it won't stop there. It would never happen the way we think. It would lead to something bad and we could end up in an extremely bad situation in our life. Look, we are a family with two children and our life is going well. Now, just with your need to explore such cheap thrills would definitely destroy this...destroy us...and I don't want to be part of it. No, it's a firm NO Sanju...'Da'me!!", Tanvi made her point clear.

"I know Tanvi, do you think I never had these thoughts? I did...and possibly as you said, I need some advice and help. But, I am sure that even if it goes away now, I would end up in the same situation later in life. I am so sure of it Tanvi"

"Right. If you recall, I acted like a slut for Khurramji just like how you wanted to. Then what happened? You just succumbed into your thrill later that night", she paused and continued with anger clearly conveyed in her tone. "Then yesterday, when I thought you were happy with that sort of role-play, you left me to have sex with another woman right when I was there...and you have no problem with it at all...", she paused again. "So, even if you assure nothing dirty would happen at this dirty photo shoot, how can I believe you?", Tanvi kept her thighs pressed to control her wetness and also heard her voice to come clean with her husband.

"I know, I know...it happened. I am the one to blame Tanvi, I am. But I don't know how to come out of this fantasy. And yes, I assure you that I will get some consultation. But, for tonight, can you come with me? I will be there and will ensure that things won't go out of hand"

"Sanju, before I answer. I want to tell you something"

"Yes, anything Tanvi"

"No Sanju, it's not anything. Yesterday night at Upendraji's house, something happened with me as well"

"What! What happened? You got hurt?", Sanjoth got concerned suddenly when he saw Tanvi tearing up and sobbing.

"No Sanju, I didn't get hurt. But, I cheated you"

"What the hell? What did you do?", it was his turn to raise his voice.

"Sanju, please, don't shout. I had sex with Hansaji"

"What!!!"

"Yes, it happened. While you were in the Jacuzzi with Upendraji and Maahiji, I was in the living room with Maahiji. She wanted me to pose for her and it did. Then with the alcohol and all that, we ended up having sex on the couch. Then I saw you outside with them"

"My God! See, this is what I said. You are no saint. You acted out like a good wife and turned out to be the slut that you are, and instead you are admonishing me in our relationship", he couldn't let go and continued with a hushed screaming tone.

"Listen Sanju, for once. I am trying here to make you understand the consequences of what you are asking for. And I am afraid that if we go to this photo shoot, you would not be in control and I will end up in doing bad things that we both will regret forever in our lives"

"Okay. So, you are saying if we go to Mehtaji's house and do this session, and you will end up having sex with them? Is that what you are saying?

"No and yes. 'No' means...I don't want to do it. 'Yes' means, if you start losing control of the situation it would push me to go downhill", she tried to explain.

"Tell me what actually happened between you and Hansaji?"

"She took my photos in various stages of undressing and then we ended up on the couch", she stopped explaining too much as she wanted to close the topic quickly.

"Is that all?"

"No, Maahiji took photos and videos of us doing it, on my phone. She then forwarded it to Upendraji, and now he want to blackmail me. That's what I discussed with the three of them when you went to keep the luggage and kids in the car"

"What the Fuck!"

"Yes Sanju, that's the fuck that happened", she continued to sob.

"And, you have all of it in your phone?"

"Yes"

"Show me"

"Sanju, please. No, it's not something you need to see. I am torn since yesterday night after watching you and then whatever happened with me"

"No, I want to see"

Tanvi moved pensively and handed over her phone. She watched her husband's reaction closely and felt glad as she finally opened up her side of the infidelity...but not everything...

"Okay, I see the photos and video. But, this is not you having sex Tanvi. You said you had sex with Maahiji. This video is of both of you kissing and groping each other. Is there something else that is not in the video?", his voice was doubtful and trembling.

"No. This is all that we did. But to me, even kissing is immoral and dirty. I shouldn't have done it. I know I am a bad wife to you. I lost my control when she forced me and it took me a few minutes to gather myself and stop from anything else happening...what I did is equal to having sex Sanju...I am...I am sorry...I really am...it just happened Sanju", Tanvi brokedown. Deep inside a wave of mixed emotion passed through. She was telling downright lies to her husband. She had deleted the video of her sex scene with Maahi, she thanked all the Gods for that but covering her infidelity with her husband was another thing. She knew Sanjoth opened up to her by explaining what and how he felt. It was her, she was now the real bad person in their marriage. Concealing all what she did...all the sleazy activities she engaged with...a painful lump formed in her chest. She thought of telling him everything...but the way he acted when he saw the video ending without any sex scene in it, and the mood swings he showed confused and scared her.

"Okay, what happened has happened. There is nothing we can do about it. I lost myself as well as you too. Not that it is even, but I feel worse now. It's like we both fell into some kind of trap. And trust me, if Upendraji or someone comes back to you with this, we have nothing to worry about. We will deal with it together okay", Sanjoth felt like he was in heaven. All of a sudden, he was not the only one at fault. To him, it was like both did what was not supposed to be done and immediately his conscience became cleared.

"But Sanju, it doesn't make a wrong to be right. And for that very reason, I am saying no to this photo shoot. Let's not do it please"

"Baby, you remember how much I worked up when I was away from you and saw you in the gym with Khurramji? It will be the same like that. No one will do anything bad and if something happens, I will be there as well. Let's do it please...I would do anything you ask after this. Please let's do this", in a moment, his brain went to work. The real reason was something else altogether.

Earlier when Sanjoth went out of the house to gather his thoughts, Mehta called him and showed the video of his sex with Maahi the previous night. Upendra shared it with his friend. Along with it, a preposition was given. To bring Tanvi for the photo shoot. With a big argument, Sanjoth had to concede as otherwise the video was to be shared with his wife and online and the threat of it's outcome was absolute destruction of his life. He wasn't aware that Tanvi had caught him in action already. Somehow, they agreed to have Tanvi as a participant of the shoot, because both Mehta and Abhijeet knew she was not the one to go for a full blown sexual shoot which they intended to do while on it. And thus, Sanjoth was pushed into a corner to oblige.

During his discussion with his wife, he came to know that Tanvi knew what he did, the only option was to confess and then coax her to agree to the photo shoot.

"Please Tanvi, do it for me. It will be the last thing that I ask of you", he begged a little.

"So, you mean, if I do this tonight, you will stop all the nonsense that is in your head? Is that what you are saying? Then what about you agreeing to counsel?", Tanvi got a bit confused.

"Yes and yes, I will stop all this and from next week I will start seeking help, that's for sure. I have decided on it earlier and now you stressing on it gives me more confidence"

Tanvi thought for a moment, playing the scenarios and everything else. On one hand, with this photo shoot, she could get things cleared with her husband. And the rest, with Khurramji and Upendraji, she was confident that she could confront and sort the issues by herself. As long as Sanjoth was out of the picture, she felt that she was confident enough to address and solve the rest. 

"Okay, I agree. But one thing, I am ready to strip to a minimum. If anything goes in the wrong direction, I will walk out and you deal with it", she updated with a firm tone.

Sanjoth got exhilarated. His face suddenly brightened. "Yes, absolutely darling, I will be there with you for sure".

"Let me change a bit then", Tanvi went to the bedroom.

With a jittery heart, Sanjoth waited in the living room. He had seen Mimi at Mehta's house earlier. When they explained the scene to him, he was desperate to see the young girl stripping. His imagination was wild as he walked back to his home to convince his wife. He wanted to do it...badly. 

Tanvi picked a frock from her earlier days. One of the dresses that she stopped wearing after her first pregnancy. It was an orange floral skirt that reached to her knees and left her legs bare and on top, she had a simple white shirt with a zip in the back. The shirt was of thin material that showed the red colored bra she wore and opened to a V-neck that showed some cleavage but not obscenely. While she was changing, Tanvi put on a matching red colored panty, a sort of lingerie but a simple panty and when she saw a bit of her vaginal hair that sprouted out,  She remembered how much she was aware of it the previous night when she wore the lingerie. She did a quick trim at the sprouting black hair and, with trim, her vagina was concealed properly with no hair protruding from her crotch.

"You look amazing Tanvi, I remember this dress", Sanjoth took a moment to appreciate how beautiful his wife looked. She was so alluringly exotic, he knew it. The fair skin of her shapely legs were meant for showing off. It perplexed his thoughts that why does he feel lust towards other women when his wife was so good looking...but again, that thought waved off just like it came in.

"Well, thank you. And Sanju, one last time. Do you really want to do this?"

"Yes and yes baby, I want to. Trust me, whatever I said and promised remains"

"And if it doesn't?", Tanvi wanted to be playful for once and at the same time serious.

"If I go back on my word or fail to be your husband, I will never trouble you on such things and I will take help to be the man you married. I will not trouble you ever, it's a promise", he uttered with added sincerity to his tone.

"Okay. If it is such a promise, I will support you forever", Tanvi felt elevated and at the same time the tingle inside her womanhood started to become more prominent.




A bit later:

Tanvi noticed her heartbeat increasing as both husband and wife reached Mehta's house. She doubted immediately if her decision was right as she walked into the living room.

There were three men and one girl seated and sipping cocktails and beers. 

"Welcome Tanvi!", a very delighted exclaim came from Mehta.

"Come in Tanvi Didi", added both Abhijeet and Mimi together. 

"Hi, do you remember me Tanvi Didi?", a broadly smiling Faiz came forward to meet the couple.

In an off-way, none of them greeted or acknowledged Sanjoth, Tanvi noted. She shook her hands with everyone and specifically she noticed Mehta Senior holding her plan more than needed. She felt a bit uncomfortable but consoled herself that nothing could go wrong with Sanjoth being with her.

"Have a drink Tanvi", Mehta offered a beer.

"Not now Mehtaji, it's very late"

"Common, have a Beer at least Tanvi", Mehta handed a cold beer to her. 

Reluctantly, Tanvi took it and took one gulp. It gave some much needed assurance. She looked at Mimi who seemed like she was in the zone and was enjoying the company. Wishing she didn't come, she tried to showcase a presentable face to everyone. 

"Tanvi Didi, please don't feel uncomfortable okay. We are just going to shoot some photos. Your face says you are too worried about all this", Abhijeet came to join her with his drink in hand.

"Oh no no Abhi, I am okay. Only thing is, such a photoshoot never happened with me before and so, some doubts, that's all", Tanvi smiled and replied.

The radiance from her smile was more than enough for the smitten young man. For a moment, everyone seemed to be at ease as well.

"Remember our last photo session Didi?", Abhi hushed his voice with a naughty smile on his face, reminiscing their previous encounter.

For a moment, Tanvi was horrified and disoriented. Then she saw the pun. She smiled and nudged his elbow and replied "it should remain our secret my dear Abhi", she returned his playful talk.

"See Didi, let me brief you a bit okay. What we are trying tonight is to recreate a scene for a potential adult movie but instead of shooting such a movie, given that we are pros for shooting Boudoir, this will not involve any hard stuff", Abhi made Tanvi sit next to Mimi and Faiz.

Tanvi sat next to Mimi and listened while Abhi continued.

"So, first things first, and some ground rules. Otherwise, we all would get confused while this progress and any unwanted situations comes up, okay?", he paused and saw everyone followed.

"Sanjoth Sir is a bank manager who fell into hard times and due to his financial loss in business, and had to borrow money from a loan shark. Now, he has been dodging the collection guys for quite some time and now they are pissed, like really pissed because despite numerous warnings, he had not paid them back. Tonight, they arrive at his home with definitive intention to collect and find he doesn't carry any money to pay. So, the decision was made from his woman. However, to their surprise his wife and his sister are both at home and decide to get their overdue payment", he stopped explaining the scenario.

"Well, isn't this a very cheeky situation Abhi?", Tanvj laughed out as the beer made her comfortable. "And is that all? I mean, the women pay the goons and they leave?"

"Oh, no no Tanvi Didi, it isn't like that. The women also don't carry such a huge sum of money and they know very well the situation of Sanjoth Sir already. So, they are forced to offer themselves to the goons. In other words, the guys want the payback by 'using' his women...both his sister and his wife", he smiled uncomfortably to check Tanvi's response.

Tanvi was shocked, literally. She couldn't put her finger into it correctly. 

"So Abhi, you mean, both of us, I mean me and Mimi are to entertain the goons? Like how?"

"Well, the loan shark guys reached home. Ask money to Sanjoth Sir. He denies. Then they act on him rudely and ask for payment in another form. Like using his women"

"You mean, you guys...I mean "three of you" would do something bad to me and Mimi?", Tanvi was incredulous.

A look of absolute hopeless disbelief came on Tanvi's face!

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Posting Sir! We shall gain some momentum in 2026!

Wow! Miracles really do happen!!

Welcome welcome welcome back Aavesh sir! 

Your return with YLTS posts have really lit up the forum! God bless

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thank you for the update

[Aavesh9]

Wow! Miracles really do happen!!

Welcome welcome welcome back Aavesh sir! 

Your return with YLTS posts have really lit up the forum! God bless

Please Sir, 

Honestly, I am a messenger...and glad to be one...also apologies once again. I thought as many of us having the weekend, let me share a major chapter to lighten up the short holidays.

Enjoy Sir!


And to everyone else joining here...best wishes!

[Aavesh9]

thank you for the update

Sure Sir...enjoy Chapter-60!

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-60



"So Abhi, you mean, both of us, me and Mimi are to entertain the goons? Like how?"

"Well, the loan shark guys reached home. Asks Sanjoth Sir to return their money but he refuses because he doesn't have it. Then they act on him rudely and ask for payment in another form. Like using his women"

"You mean, you guys?...I mean "three of you" would do something bad to me and Mimi?", Tanvi was incredulous.

A look of absolute hopeless disbelief came on Tanvi's face!


"Well, in a real shoot, yes. That movie will be shot by someone else with some explicit dictation of the entire storyline. But, what we are doing here tonight is, also being a major Boudoir film and photo specialist, they wanted us to create an initial pre-photoshoot to understand the feasibility of their project. So, we are mock-creating the scenario with this photo session", he smiled broadly.

"Aha..okay. For a moment, I was worried and confused. Thanks Abhi, now I understand that you will be taking photos with this storyline as background? But nothing vulgar, yes?", she asked pensively even though she was almost sure of his answer.

"Tanvi Didi, let me be honest with you and in all earnesty, we are not third-rate film makers shooting any dirty stuff. You can be assured of it. We all are going to be part of this and we capture a couple of photos to project the sensuality of both women...I mean Mimi, and you, Didi", and he paused..."and not vulgar". After explaining, Abhijeet looked up at the mesmerising green irisi's of the hot bodied mother next to him. Despite his craving to hold her in his arms, he fought against it and he did his best to hide the real reason for this so-called photoshoot.

"I see, so nothing bad, right?", Tanvi asked again.

"Oh Tanvi, you are worrying too much. Let's start this and go with the flow okay", Mehta stood up.

"Ji, okay", she replied in a low voice as the decision was made. "Sanju...Kids?", Tanvi asked her husband.

"They are sound sleeping, I have the app to check, all okay there", Sanjoth sprang to attention. He was already on his second scotch and was eyeing Mimi all through the conversation between his wife and Abhijeet. 

"Okay, so let's start this then", Mehta smiled and announced.

"Didi, it's okay...you feel like this because it's your first time doing a photoshoot; I've done this a hundred times and there's nothing to worry about, okay?" Mimi nudged Tanvi's elbow and half-whispered into her ear.

Hearing Mimi, she felt a bit better, but looking at Mehta, a shiver ran from her toes to spine, his eyes were not of an admirer instead he clearly conveyed the stance of a perpetrator watching his helpless prey. Tanvi had half-mind to rush and return back home but her legs remained unmoving.

"Okay, we shall take this as phase by phase. First, our dresses. We need to change our roles. Tanvi and Mimi, yours are in the bedroom and we'll change by the time you finish okay", Mehta updated.

"But Mehtaji, what is wrong with this dress?", Tanvi was a bit perplexed.

"Ah, Tanvi, you are so naive. See, this is a situation. In fact, a bad situation for Sanjoth. But, it's a huge bonus for us...I mean, the goons or as per the script, we are the money sharks. As we are going to take advantage of his wife and sister, they are home and need to dress appropriately but in a different way, ok?", with that explanation, he dismissed her additional questions.

"Come Didi", Mimi pulled Tanvi and walked to the bedroom.

"Oh my!", Tanvi was shocked and surprised when she saw what was hung for them to wear.

There were four dresses. First one was a black mid thigh length single housecoat with spaghetti straps and ample amount of neck and cleavage area open. Second one was a light pink colored frock type dress that was similar to the one Tanvi was wearing but it was too short at the thighs, more like a mini-skirt that hardly reached mid-thigh. Third one was a crop top tee-shirt with a denim short, which was indeed very short reaching up to upper mid-thigh and the last one was a two piece, zebra-lined black and white body suit that had a strapless bra, hardly a bra that too and a short that was meant to project everything rather than conseal. With those, there were multiple choices of bras and panties, most of them see through and lingerie types. She knew the moment all these were meant to yield a different result in the so called "photoshoot" and immediately felt a pinch inside her vagina but decided to stop anything unwanted from happening.

"Didi, why don't you try that body-suit type of inners and then tee-shirt with denim shorts?", an innocent voice of Mimi came behind her.

Tanvi was visibly horrified at the suggestion from the young girl. But then, she knew she had worn even sleazier ones while she went to gym with Khurramji. Though it didn't bother her, she didn't want to let loose in front of all the men waiting for them, at least not in the given subset. 

"Oh God, No!", she replied in a hostile yet rebuking manner.

"Why not Didi?", Mimi was surprised in fact because she thought Tanvi would be more welcoming to wear such clothes, given her young age. "You know what? I never met or saw a woman, even a girl of my age who comes close to your beauty. Last time I saw you was at the Latex Show night and honestly no one believed when we said you were married and had kids. Your body is killing me, Didi...I think all the running and good eating has given a gift by God to you...so why not flaunt it and make the guys go crazy tonight?", Mimi smiled affectionately.

"Hmm...Mimi, see, first of all, thank you for these nice words. Second, as you correctly said, I am a wife, and a mother. There are certain limits in life that one shouldn't cross", as she said, her own voice countered deep inside her head stating every single indecent and illicit activity that she performed all by herself. She winced at the thought of all the wrong things she did behind her husband's back.

"Oh common Didi, tonight it's only us. There is no one who will tell you. Plus, your husband is here as well. Do you think he will let anything happen to you if anyone behaves badly?"

"Yah'right!", the word came out from Tanvi's mouth and she gulped it. "Well, he is the reason why I agreed to do this. Otherwise it would never happen. And no Mimi, I am not for this. The gown looks okay even though it shows a lot of skin", Tanvi concluded.

"Mmm, okay. What about this? I shall wear the Denim and tee. Why don't you wear the bodysuit inside and then the gown over it? That would be perfect. Common Didi, you can do this at least", Mimi made a pouting face that brought a laugh to Tanvi.

"Okay, that's okay...I think", still with doubts in her head, Tanvi agreed to Mimi's suggestion.

"Alright, here we go!", as she announced, Mimi stripped one by one and stood stark naked in front of a bewildered Tanvi.

"What's wrong Didi? It's only two of us, common now, change-change quickly", Mimi chided as she started wearing the shorts.

Tanvi removed her skirt first and top, and turned away from the young girl from shame. But at the same time, she recalled how firm Mimi looked, her nipples were brown with smaller sized breasts and her vagina was shaved or waxed. The triangle between her legs simmered as if she was wet. Once she was out of clothes, she turned to pick the inner and stopped suddenly.

Mimi looked at Tanvi with bulged eyes and gawked mouth. 

Tanvi quickly picked the Zebra lined body-short and covered her womanhood quickly. It was then she picked the top of the same and wore it through her head, she gasped, almost loud...there were no straps, material was elastic and the moment it covered her breasts, she wished she hadn't worn it. It made her breasts push upwards, and her breasts stood firm giving it an extra size. Worst was the material itself...the apparel tightened over her breasts like an elastic cloth making her nipples pointed in an obscene manner. "I shouldn't wear this inner wear, it just makes my breasts even bigger", Tanvi thought.

"Didi, can I tell you one thing?", Mimi almost whispered.

"Yes, sure", Tanvi pulled the black gown over her head while replying.

"I told you this before, you are a bomb Tanvi Didi. I mean no disrespect, but as I saw you naked now, I have to say that you are flawless in every angle. Your skin tone is not like any that we see around everyday, your body shape is so perfect that now I feel so awkward to go out with you. And then your attitude, nothing to add but I say, you are the best!", Mimi's face conveyed that she was true to what she said.

Tanvi's face reddened with embarrassment and failed to reply. 

"What I am saying is, if anyone saw you like this...I mean naked, trust me, let it be a man or woman, that person would not let you go without having sex. Again, no disrespect, but I want to have you, like right now", Mimi couldn't stop her carnal thrill and as an outspoken person she was, she wanted to share her thoughts and convey what she really felt.

"Oh God, Mimi! You should stop saying such things. I am not that kind of a bomb or anything. I am a simple woman who got blessed with some good genes I think, that's all", Tanvi didn't want to make any comment on the 'sex' part.

"So Didi, tell me, tell me, how many guys have you had in your life? I mean, no offense to Sanjoth Sir, but tell me...I was so curious now since I met you", Mimi came closer and helped Tanvi to put the buttons of the gown that ran from her midriff to mid-thigh. 

It was then Tanvi noticed how odd the gown she was wearing was. It was a type of satin material that clung to her figure like a second skin. As it had spaghetti straps on shoulders, her upper body seemed semi-naked aready. Then it started where her breasts started and an open v showing a bit of cleavage. The zebra bra was the culprit, it's elasticity made her breasts to group together and gave a very prominent view of her cleavage and thus showcasing a good amount of her breasts along with the hardened points of her nipples. Lower down, the gown ended right above her knees exposing her fair legs.

"Mimi!!"

"Don't 'Mimi' me Didi, tell me, tell me, please", Mimi came further close to her making Tanvi a bit uncomfortable with her proximity.

"Nothing like that happened Mimi", Tanvi replied to stop the conversation. 

"Ooh, you don't want to tell me, huh? Please na, Tanvi Didi, tell me some spice", Mimi started behaving like a kid.

"Yaar Mimi, seriously I never had such relationships before marriage. There were a couple of guys who chased me, but in college and college, I was fully engaged in my athletics and studies, these flings and funny businesses were not for me, seriously", Tanvi smiled and reassured Mimi. As she did, Tanvi had to adjust the bra because she started to feel suffocated with the way it held her breasts, especially when she noticed how her nipples started to grow as both bra and gown were thin materials, which aided her body's responses.

"Hmm...okay...I am not buying but okay. Here, let me help", Mimi suddenly held both of Tanvi's breasts from below so that she could adjust the bra properly. 

For a moment, Tanvi was shocked but controlled her expression as touching and helping were part of women business. It seemed awkward as she didn't know Mimi closely.

"Put those Sandals as we are supposed to be at 'home' remember?", Mimi laughed.

"Oh yes, okay, thank you Mimi, and I think this is not the first time you pose for such photoshoots?", the image of Mimi being pounded by the old Mehtaji with him calling 'Tanvi' was too vivid in Tanvi's head.

"Well, can't say for the first time. There were a few times I did, in fact, we all did. But with a storyline in place, first time"

"Oh okay, how was it earlier?"

"Are you excited Didi or afraid of what might happen?"

"Yes, Mimi, this is first time for me, you know"

"That is why I am here Didi", Mimi put her hand to hold Tanvi's elbow, "you have nothing to worry, no one will do anything that you don't want to okay, even though sometimes I feel out of place, Abhi and Mehtaji helped me always, plus Faiz is always there for me"

"Now it's time, let's go Didi", Mimi pulled Tanvi and walked out. While she followed the young girl, she took a good look at Mimi who was cladded in the crop top-tee with a denim short. She wondered why this was termed as a tee, as Mimi's entire back was open with her tee-shirt 'if one could call that' looping at her neck with a thin tie-in line at the back. Worse was the denim shorts. It was cut so high on the sides that more than half of her butt-cheeks spilled out sideways...to Tanvi, it looked more like a denim bikini, rather than a short bottom.

Once out of the bedroom and standing in the living room, for a brief moment, Tanvi felt out of place. The entire living room setup was changed. There was one large couch, a large three seater and one single-seater. The living room background was made to look like a dining room. Lights were changed to white bright illumination, and photography equipment all around and three cameras on stand with one more in Abhijeet hand. But the biggest change was the men themselves! 

All of them including Sanjoth were dressed differently, in a very off-way that Tanvi failed to put her finger into the logic. Everyone was in formals, with exceptions. Mehta had a suit with a blazer, Abhijeet and Faiz were in formal pants and shirt, and her husband was in house shorts and a half torn tee shirt. But her thoughts were taken away with the surprised words that came from all of them.

"Wow, Tanvi, you really look hot, or I have to say, too tasty", Mehta stated like he owned her.

"Seriously...WOW, Tanvi Didi, I didn't expect you to be this good looking. Never saw you in such an attire, already beautiful but this dress brings more suppleness to your skin tone", Abhijeet added.

"Can't agree more Abhi, Didi is seriously good looking", Faiz also chided.

"Tha-thanks but I don't know if this is okay, Mimi helped", Tanvi mumbled a few words.

"Oh really? Every time when you have Tanvi Didi, how is that no one wants me?", though playfully said, Tanvi noted the resentment in Mimi's statement.

"Common my dear, you are the star here, no one thinks that you are inferior to our Tanvi...you are equally or more attractive girl, you already know it", Mehta made the room comfortable. 

"Okay then, let's not waste more time Abhi. Explain the scene to all", Mehta concluded.

"Okay, perfect", Abhijeet started. "I am detailing this specifically to Tanvi Didi and Sanjoth Sir", he paused to ensure everyone present had their attention to him. "So, Dad is the loan shark. Me and Faiz are his minions. Sanjoth Sir is the one who took money from 'us' and both you and Mimi are his family", he paused.

"So, how would this work?", Tanvi had to ask because she was a bit confused.

"Sure, I shall explain", Abhijeet replied with a smile. "We are here to catch Sanjoth Sir as he has been avoiding us and not paid the dues. So, we reach his home and threaten him by using his family as leverage"

"What do you mean by leveraging family?", Tanvi couldn't hide her curiosity.

"We will start with verbal threats at first and his responses will be captured. Then we update him that because he is unable to pay the dues to us, we will take it in any other form that is deemed necessary"

"So, what do you mean by that? Molest both the women?"

"Yes and no. In the final version of that movie, yes there will be molestation in a hard way. 'No' because,  for now, for today, we are doing a preliminary shoot that could involve some manhandling but not to any extreme", Abhijeet updated.

"Okay, so if I understand correctly, you all would be molesting us in a mild way...is it?", she asked again to clarify.

"Yes and No. Yes means, our 'Boss' will start testing the waters and it will be captured and then if the shoot goes as we expected, there will be some grabbing and forceful gestures"

"What! I mean what do you mean by 'grabbing'?", Tanvi was suddenly concerned.

"As this involves threat and humiliation, some physical proximity will be there", his voice was very professional. 

"But...but why? And what do you mean by proximity?", Tanvi wasn't convinced  at all and guessed where the whole so-called 'Photoshoot' was going to end with.

"Tanvi, let me tell you clearly so you understand better. Once we start, there will be some physical contact between everyone, because we, as money lenders, need some assurance in some form. As Sanjoth failed to pay, you both will be out of payment. Meaning, we will ask for money, and you don't have any, so we take advantage of two beautiful women from his family for our entertainment. And while doing it, we will grope and touch both of you and force you to do the photoshoot as we want to. But again, if you are concerned about 'extreme' meaning 'sex', then no. That is not what will happen", he paused and grinned and continued "Unless if you want us to", Mehta explained in his heavy voice. "Clear? Can we go ahead?"

"Well...definitely not okay Mehtaji. What about Sanju? Is this okay?", Tanvi noticed a bulge in his groin and realized the scene was exactly what he wanted to see or happen. Having his wife with other men. Yet, she wanted his assurance.

"Yes, yes Tanvi, I was already explained about this and I am okay. Nothing bad here, we all are adults and we all know what this is about, so this is okay with me", Sanjoth squirmed where he sat and he got a side glance from Mehta ensuring that he agreed to whatever was to happen. Deep inside, he was already in a sexually elevated state the moment he found his wife and Mimi walking into the living room clad in hot slutty attires.

"Okay, in that case, let's do this Mehtaji. But one thing, I will stop the moment I feel anything silly happening, okay", Tanvi felt a heavy weight forming inside her chest as she agreed.

"Okay, so, one more time explaining this, we start and then go with the flow. There will be three breaks in the session. We have five cameras setup around us and so, no need to have anyone specific to be the cameraman. But, as the storyline involves a photo shoot, I will carry one camera to show that I am capturing pictures okay", Abhijeet announced as he started.

"Sanjoth Sir, please come to this side and wait for us to call and you come to greet us. Tanvi Didi and Mimi, come to the other side where the camera doesn't capture you. Wait for a few minutes and when you see us throwing and destroying a few things in this room and then you both enter with surprise and shock. Then we take it from there, okay"

Without waiting for any feedback, Abhijeet and Faiz started moving the couches, table and other furniture. Within minutes, the layout changed again. There were two couches as before, but the large TV was replaced by an old vintage looking one and the glass table was replaced by a wooden one. In addition to it, a large leather single seater recliner was also added. Tanvi watched all the activities in utter fascination. With few adjustments to the various cameras around, Abhijeet announced it was time.

Sanjoth walked and stood on the side that was marked for him. Tanvi watched the entire process and squeezed her thighs a bit to control the wetness that was now getting larger deep inside her cavern. The skin-shor wasn't helping much, she sensed the material getting damp.

"Sanjoth! Come out!", the heavy voice of Mehta made everyone jump, especially Tanvi, when she noticed the authoritative tone of the old man. "Where's that asshole?", Mehta grumbled and entered the scene with Abhijeet and Faiz behind him with stern faces. 

Sanjoth walked into the marked area into the living room with a pensive looking face.

"Oh! So you were inside, and hiding from us, huh? Come closer you dumb fuck, I want to take a good look at you", Mehta snapped loudly and it made Sanjoth to be further sullen.

"Sorry Mehtaji, I am in no shape to pay the money back. That's why I was not picking your phone calls", Sanjoth replied meekly.

"Oh! That's convenient. Isn't it so kids?", Mehta turned to his two young companions and made a scowl.

"Ji Saab, he is trying to run away with your money", Faiz updated.

"No no Mehtaji, I am not...and I will not run away. All I need is a bit more time. Please allow me some time", Sanjoth's voice became weaker.

"Ha! Look at his audacity! He still has the guts to ask me more MORE time!", Mehta shouted and made Sanjoth seriously nervous. Even though it was just an act, he recognized the inner meaning of the words from the old man.

"Mehtaji, please. Help me, I will return to your money and interest in next three months"

"Boys!", Mehta shouted.

The very moment the word was uttered, both Faiz and Abhijeet sprang to action. They moved around the room and started kicking and breaking the furniture including the old TV set. 

Tanvi watched with horror and bewilderment at the scene that played out. It was completely opposite of what she expected to happen. All three men performed like this was happening in real life. Suddenly, she felt fear creeping through her feet to head.

Sanjoth also was confused and shocked at what happened in a few minutes. The entire atmosphere changed into real seriousness. His face showed it and as he looked at Tanvi, he saw helplessness written all over.

"So! What do you say now, Sanjoth? You have my money??", Mehta sneered at the man of the house.

"Saab, please stop this. I will pay...I will pay...give me one month at least...please", Sanjoth started begging (to Tanvi, her husband seemed not to be acting anymore, he was literally taking the character to heart, his voice was such, and she saw his eyes moistened with tears).

"Sorry Sanjoth! I have been patient with you all this time. It's not one year, or two years, it has been six years that you crossed your promise to return my funds. Now, tonight...here...right here...everything that you OWN is MINE", Mehta yelled back with a ferocity that shocked Tanvi. She had never seen the old man in such mode nor anyone else to that fact. She felt her legs trembling with fear, genuine fear of what was about to happen.

A moment later, Tanvi saw Mehta kicking Sanjoth on his shoulder (mild push, but it looked very real from Sanjoth's face), and her husband fell sideways to the floor.

"Come here, Slut!", Mehta looked at Mimi in a shouting voice.

Tanvi saw a Mimi showing with a fear-stricken expression walking towards Mehta, whose face carried only lust...nothing else. She also felt fear creeping up like a shot of electricity thinking if he would do something bad to Mimi...and to her!

"Yes", Mimi whispered to Mehta Senior.

"Yes, SIR", the old man barked back.

"Yes Sir", Mimi repeated in a meek voice and fearful expression on her face.

"Come closer girl, what's your name?", the old man asked in a mean voice.

"Mimi, I am his sister", Mimi's voice was meek.

"Oh, so that hot piece would be this Bastard's wife then?", Mehta smirked and looked at a dejected looking Sanjoth and his two wingmen.

"So-Sanjoth, you are so blessed to have such beautiful pets in your home. I have to say "Thank you" for NOT paying me back...I can now enjoy these beautiful 'ASSETS' to compensate for my money", Mehta let out a laugh that made Tanvi shiver with fear.

"What is happening...Oh-God, did Mehtaji actually mean what he said? Is that what he is going to do? Have sex with me and Mimi as repayment? Was he allowed to do this? Did Sanju agree to let him have me?", though she wanted to ask all the great questions in her head, but when she looked at the old and other young men and Mimi, all her thoughts vanished in a second.

Mehta was seated in the single seater couch and had Mimi on his lap. Mimi was squirming and protesting with quiet words while looking at her brother 'Sanjoth' with pleading whimpers.

"Would you look at this hot piece, boys?", Mehta snorted as he squeezed both of Mimi's small sized breasts into his hands, making her yelp with pain and cry with fear.

"Please...don't do anything to me...please, Sir", Mimi cried at the molesting man as his two young companions stood next to them watching her closely. 

"Take her and teach her what I need from her, you assholes", Mehta Senior grumbled.

With shocked eyes, Tanvi saw Mimi being dragged away from his lap to the floor where the young men started to remove her flimsy tee and denim shorts. Within seconds, Mimi sat on the floor, naked, and sobbing loudly. Though her hands covered her chest, it was very much evident that she was unclothed already halfway. As she watched the three young people, her face turned white when Faiz "who was Mimi's blood" squeezing her smaller breasts and pinching her nipples to make her howl and sob. At the same time, she heard Abhijeet telling her to oblige and listen to the Boss and she would be left harmfree. However, while explaining to the crying young girl, Abhijeeet was in the process of taking some vulgar gropes over her exposed skin.

"You there, Wife-Slut, come to me", Tanvi jolted when she saw and heard Mehta Senior looking at her and calling.

"No, not me", though automatically, her womanly defenses responded with defiance. 

"This is why I like married ones...they have the fire in them...come to me NOW, or else your silly husband will get my wrath...boys", as the old man shouted back, Faiz walked towards Sanjoth and mock-kicked him in his belly. 

Sanjoth made a yelp of pain and cried out. "Mehtaji, I promise to make the payment next week...promise...please leave my wife out of this...please"

"So, you are OK with us taking care of your sweet Sister, yes?", Mehta sneered back.

"No, Sir...please, just...give me...one week"

"Slut, I asked you to come here. Why are you still standing there?", the old man ignored Sanjoth and looked at Tanvi with an angry face.

"Ji...yes", as the words came out in a whisper, Tanvi saw herself walking forward to where Mehta was seated and came to a stop when she reached within arm's distance.

At her side, Abhijeet was forcing Mimi's hands to open and display her breasts. 

"Nice...smooth", Tanvi jumped when she felt the coarse palm of Mehta moving up her knees...and reaching the back of her lower thigh.

"Please...no...not her", Sanjoth cried from where he lay.

"Beta, help this slut to remove this nasty covering she has on her", Tanvi heard Mehtaji ordering Faiz to help remove her dress.

"No", she shouted

"NO?", she heard the old man yelling.

"No", her answer was firm as she stood.

"Okay, Beta, then help that wimp", another order that was immediately followed by Faiz going back to Sanjoth and kicking him...hard...as it seemed...but the voice she heard from husband told another story.

"Okay ok...I am here", she had to submit.

"Okay, then, you remove your dress then", Mehta ordered.

Tanvi was at a fix. Then she remembered the safe word "STOP", she shouted.

"STOP"

Everyone stopped.

"What happened Beti? Too much?", the mean old man was far gone. Mehta stood up and smiled with a warm face.

"Ji...I think we should stop...I...I don't like this at all", Tanvi informed with a serious face.

"Arrey Beti...don't be so serious about this. We are just rehearsing a script. That's all. And if they likes it, a firm order will come to us, and trust me, you, Sanjoth and everyone will benefit of it"

"But...but, I don’t want any Mehtaji, and this...it's too vulgar", she replied and pointed at Mimi who was still on the floor with a grin on her face and her breasts covered with hands.

"Don't worry Tanvi Didi, we do such stuff usually. It's not new to anyone here..except you, because this is the first time...relax...go with the flow", Abhijeet came and patted Tanvi's naked shoulder, making her wince and jolt.

"Okay, so, next scene will be, Boss will ask to start shooting the video of degrading Sanjoth Sir's family, and will call in the Sister-in-Law, 'Tanvi Didi, it's you', and order her to sit on his lap. Then, he will ask you to sit the same way Mimi did. When it happens, Mimi and Sanju Sir need to protest...both asking Dad to stop. The money lender will not stop at anything, he will try to grope and remove the clothes, and at one point, both of you give in. There we make a cut, that's all", Abhijeet explained the scene in a simple way.

"You mean, I have to take off my dress?", Tanvi looked at him with disbelief.

"Yes, a little"

"No, I can't do it", Tanvi paused and looked at her husband. "Sanju, this is not what I agreed to do. I won't take off my dress", Tanvi replied fiercely.

"Didi, don't worry, I will help...just go with the flow, nothing will happen to us", Mimi backed her as she stood next to her, her hands covering her chest.

"Go with it Tanvi, I am here...it's just fun", Sanju made a smiling face that did not convince her at all.

"Okay, then let's roll", Mehta announced loudly.

"Boys, start the video, I want to capture every second of these two sluts succumbing to me", the old man's next words went into her head like sharp pins.

"Come here, little girl, let me see you up close", Mehta pulled Mimi by her thigh and made her sit on his lap, once again, same scene, but this time Tanvi was super close to the action.

Mimi sat with her legs straddling the old man, facing him, hands covering her chest. Tanvi stood next to the odd couple with both Faiz and Abhijeet beside her.

"Common now, give this old man some sweet"

As Mimi sat defiantly, Mehta barked. "Fucking slut, if you don't do what I say, your Brother will die in front of you. Now, give me some sweet, bitch", another bark.

With shocked eyes, Tanvi saw the younger girl caving in. Mimi moved her head forward, and placed a peck on Mehta's lips.

"Slut, I want sweet...not bits of sugar"

Biding to Mehta's request, Mimi opened her mouth with anger and unwillingness on her face, and locked it against the old man's thick lips. Within the next seconds, Tanvi saw the old man moving his hips up and down, in slow grinding movements. Even though it seemed like an involuntary action from Mehta but to Tanvi, it looked like Mimi was actually grinding her pussy on Mehta's hard-on, doing it all by her own. It wasn't a surprise as she had seen how she wobbled up and down over Mehta's penis on the night of the masked theme party.

The noises of their co-mingling oratory activities filled the room, forcing everyone around to a state of erotic elevation. Sanjoth's eyes were glue-struck on Mimi's lithe body that was more exposed than covered. As they watched the cameras capturing everything, Tanvi saw Mehta's hands moving towards Mimi's hindsight. The movement wasn't slow...it was quick, hard and focused. He caught the lower sides of her denim shorts and pulled it up high up to her waist. It was then Tanvi realized that her Denim-short was elastic. Within seconds, Mimi was grinding on the old man with her bottom looking like a thong, exposed...her ass was completely visible to everyone.

Mimi squirmed and cried 'no' by hitting Mehta on his shoulders and chest to show her protest. But, the man held her shorts tight...up...

"Pleeeese, Sir...Please don't do this to me", Mimi finally cried loudly.

"Look at this girl, she's really a slut, boys. She wants this more than we do", Mehta shouted around and deepened his kiss on Mimi.

"Sir, please...stop this...I am not a slut", Mimi shrugged a bit hard this time.

As Tanvi watched the odd couple, she saw Mehta reaching further down to clutch Mimi's upper glutes and crushing her into his hug. With mock resistance, Mimi tried to shrug off but acted like she was losing her battle. The next moment, Tanvi gasped when Mehta used one of his hands to pull the upper part of the now thong to her upper back making the elastic material disappear into the ass-crevice of the young girl, still squirming into his kiss. Mehta's other meaty hand squished her naked ass-cheeks like a dough letting him continue the molesting.

Mimi buckled on the old man's lap.

Mehta stole a look at Tanvi who was standing behind the girl over his legs and decided to give a real show. It was evident to him that Tanvi was glued to the mock-situation they created. Plus, the only way to bring her to that ridge of finality was to use another female in front of her eyes and show her how it could turn out once Mehta gets his chance with Tanvi. With that resolution, Mehta pulled Mimi's ass-cheeks wide, not too wide, but wide enough for Tanvi to see the young girl's glistening wet womanhood, and with that thong like string, even a bit of her brown hole was presented as well.

Mimi groaned with mock-sobs but her body betrayed all that verbal act. Her hips buckled and her folded legs and feet squirmed against Mehta's thighs, clearly indicating how much she was enjoying his manhandling.

"You Bastard! Tell me...what should I do with this Sister-Slut? Shall I do it here? right now? and then my boys? look at your Sister, you asshole...look at this girl...her ass is begging to be taken...see how she is bouncing on me? With this girl in your house, why did you fail to make my payment, you bloody asshole!!", Mehta angrily shouted at a crestfallen Sanjoth (whose eyes were glued at Mimi's half upturned pussy).

Hearing no response from Sanjoth, Mehta looked at him and smirked. "This asshole is a real fucker...My Luck!", the old man thought and took another peek at Tanvi.

"No Sir, please don't do anything to me Sir...I am a poor girl...please", Mimi let out a few words of mock-despair between her sobs. But her hips bounced slowly as Mehta kept squishing and spreading her ass. 

"I think you need a bit of coaching", Mehta said loudly but Tanvi clearly saw his fingers almost lingering over Mimi's wet vaginal lips. "BOYS! all yours!!"

To Tanvi's surprise, Mehta suddenly let Mimi be free from his kiss and groping. The next moment, her entire body stood paralyzed when she heard Mehta's next statement.

"NOW, I want to know the taste of the woman of this house, come here Wife-Slut!", with another bark, Mehta pushed Mimi to stand aside and moved her to his side by beckoning Tanvi to sit on his lap.

As she stood deliberating, her eyes widened with horror when she saw Mehta removing his clothes and sitting back wearing only his underwear. She was in another shock when her eyes fell on his bulge...the very same thing that she took inside her mouth...the very same shaft that deposited it's pungent liquid that she drank last time. It was erect...a big tent stood up at his groin.

"Come now, don't be shy. Your asshole husband wouldn't say a thing...move it, Slut", Mehta yelled with a face full of anger.

Tanvi had no option but to do it. With trembling legs, she took a few steps and slowly sat over the thighs of the old man, facing him...looking at his lust-filled eyes.

"Finally, you are one hot Bitch, aren't you?", she heard Mehta cursing and winced at the choice of his words.

"Mimi, help your Sister-in-Law", Mehta barked again.

Tanvi looked at Mimi and found her younger companion crying and approaching behind her to drag her dress from her legs and pulling it up to her hips, then up to her torso, freeing her body to be half-naked in a few seconds.

"No..noo", Tanvi heard her voice loud and clear but it failed to come out of her mouth.

But within the next few seconds, Mimi, helped by Faiz and Abhijeet, pulled her dress up her shoulder, and head. Tanvi sat stunned wearing her zebra top and less than flimsy skin short, on the lap of the lecherous old man.

"Mehtaji, please don't do this to us", Sanjoth whimpered in a low voice.

"Forget that stupid husband. He is a wimp. Now, you...if I knew what you were hiding behind this dress, I would have started with you. Look at this woman, boys...we are in for a treat of our lifetime", Mehta was actually spilling what he felt and was in awe, totally mind-blown and it was how everyone else felt as well. He just couldn't figure out where to look over Tanvi, and where to start. She was angelic, her green eyes stared deep into his black ones. 

Challenging him...that's what Mehta felt.

Sanjoth looked at his wife with shocked thrill. It was something beyond his imagination. His beautiful and full bodied wife sitting half-naked on an old man...any moment, he was to witness her being fucked...by someone other than him...possibly someone did already...he was sure of it. He caught his breath and squeezed his hard penis inside what he wore. He just couldn't figure out why it was so hard when his lawful wife, mother of his children was sitting over a strange old man like a woman who lost all her inhibitions...while in reality, it was him...he was the one who lost his mind to devilish cravings.

Abhijeet and Faiz stood with their mouth's wide open as they looked at the flawless skin and the shape of Tanvi's body...there wasn't even an inch of extra fat anywhere...Tanvi was flawless...all her running, and gym had already moulded her into an exotic creature...meant for primal pleasures...

Mimi stood next to Tanvi holding her dress lost in wonderment thinking how a woman could look so beautiful and erotic, even with everything important covered...

Mehta was the one who was beyond words...the soft skin of Tanvi's legs rested on him like a cushion...the breasts were full and ripe like two soft balls that was ready for squishing...his eyes noticed how much her nipples were protruding outside the bra she had on her...with every breaths that she took in, Tanvi's breasts heaved and nipples hardened beyond it's confines.

With a grin, Mehta kept both his hands on Tanvi's naked thighs.

"STOP", Tanvi yelled with a jolt.

No one moved.

She felt his hands gripping her thighs harder than the first time. She wanted to get up and run, but for some reason, she sat...remained on top of Mehta's thighs...with embarrassment, she realized the familiar wetness building inside her sinful cunt was almost about to spill out of her tight panty...

"Now, where were we? Just like this silly girl did, give this old man some sugar" Mehta asked in a commanding voice.

"No...no...Mehtaji...please no", Sanjoth acted.

"No...I can't...I won't...please don't", Tanvi heard her voice replying. She wondered what happened to the 'safe' word.

"Boys...you know what to do" 

Both Faiz and Abhijeet pulled Sanjoth up and placed a hammer blow to his stomach.

"No...no...please...no", Tanvi's eyes watered.

"Then, give me some sweet, sugar"

With extreme discomfort, Tanvi moved herself forward. Moving  towards Mehta, she brushed her lips on his thick lips...just a peck...and withdrew immediately. 

She was lost.

"Shit, you are really something, come here", she heard a whisper from Mehta and gasped when he caught her waist and pulled her against him, hard. The moment she felt herself getting crushed against his naked upper body, Mehta covered her mouth by opening his lips as wide as he could...and kissed...hard...dominating...her breasts hammered against the old man's body. She felt her nipples alerting her with evil pleasure. She had no option other than resting her hands on his shoulders to push him away...nothing happened like she wished...he kept his grip on her waist...pulling her against him...harder by each passing second...her nipples screamed at her...her cunt oscillated inside her panty to open up and release what it held.

Tanvi felt all her defensive mechanism fading out...she sat helplessly lost in the old man's embrace and his forceful kiss...her steely hard nipples crumbling against his hard and hairy chest...her lips captured the warmth and moistness of mouth...her eyes closed...his hands moved...dangerously downward...leaving her hips...she felt his tongue moving and opening her closed lips...without protest, her lips parted...slowly...his hands reached the waistband of her zebra panty...his tongue parted her lips and moved inside...his hands hooked at her waistband...while her tongue touched the slick boneless tongue of the old man...a moan left her mouth without her knowledge...Mehta pushed her panty's waistband down...slow...and his tongue darted further unto her mouth...the glorious sensations inside her cunt turned into a fierce wave...her lips closed in and captured the old man's tongue that started to move in and out of her mouth as if he was literally fucking her with his tongue...her cunt trembled and her panty started soaking with the liquid that started to seep out...slowly....but she felt it the liquid moving out...slowly finding it's way through her clutched vaginal lips...his hand felt like they owned her...her tongue moved danced inside her mouth it's own accord. She noticed that Mehta was no longer playing the part. He was really trying to coax her into doing something unholy...and her body was dangerously responding back...

Everyone behind the couple noticed the mild movement of Tanvi's body...leaning further into Mehta's embrace. They all  stood spellbound as the scene unfolded in slow motion...

Mimi was blinded with lust.

Abhijeet couldn't stop from kneading his penis.

Faiz felt like he was about to explode.

Sanjoth was speechless as he watched his wife succumbing to the old man...just like how he imagined it...the fair skin of her supple body was intoxicating...his wife...with another man...his deepest secret wish becoming a reality...any moment...his breaths became laboured...

Mehta had Tanvi's panty almost down to a level where her butt-crack was about to be displayed...

Tanvi was lost in pleasure. The mouth and tongue that invaded her was taking her to places of pleasure that she had been craving for...a long time...the sleaziest reality that she dreaded to happen with Khurramji was happening with another man...right there...right then...

Tanvi realized that her skin was exposed more than she ever intended to. Four pairs of eyes watching her. The thrill of exposing her nakedity going to become true any moment. Her pulse raised to another level as her tongue battled against the old man's. His kiss became harder and her return kiss became furious. Moans came out from her, silently at first, audible now. Her hands were no longer pushing him away, instead she caught his neck with both hands in a display of carnal need. From the deepest corner of her brain, she heard her voice asking her to let go...

Mehta's head was spinning in literal sense. He pulled away from the kiss slowly and clamped his mouth to her lower neck, almost close to the start of her chest. As the zebra-pattern bra was strapless, her shoulders were exposed along with a good amount of cleavage visible. The thrilling part to the old man was how her breasts, her two soft muscles crushed onto his chest when her head rested on his shoulder...he clearly felt how hard her nipples were as the bra was such thin material...and when he pulled her short, the touch of her glute-skin was more than he could chew...he felt like he was enjoying a woman for the first time in his life!

Tanvi gasped and in reflex, her head fell forward with her forehead resting on Mehta's left shoulder.

Sanjoth was unable to take even a single breath. In front of him, less than two or three feet away was his own wife, the same person whom he was married to for the past many years, with her nakedity exposed to a level of obscenity or even worse than he could find words to explain. His devilish fetish dreams of his wife being taken by an old man happen in real-time...and he was witnessing it. He felt like his cock would erupt the next moment. Though he imagined Tanvi cheating him with Khurram or Upendra, it was the least that he worried about...Mehta was equally qualified...a vile old man, kissing his wife in front of her husband, with an audience to watch her cheating him..."Ooohh-ssshiiitt", his cock jolted hard inside his boxer.

Tanvi's state was not any less better. If the lip-lock with Mehta killed her rational mindset, pulling her zebra skin-short and exposing her chastity to everyone made an impact on her subconscious mind, almost allowing the sleaze to happen. But, it was his sloppy kiss to her exposed neck that made her forget everything. Mehta was tactful enough to vacuum his lips on her tender skin and lick the skin inside his mouth's vacuum with his saliva...every time he licked with his tongue, everyone behind her saw her whole body buckling...with the best part being (or worst for Tanvi) her thighs spreading wider on Mehta's legs, making her ass-clefts to be more visible and pronounced to a stunned onlookers.

Mehta made one more push on her waistband...

"STOPPP!!!", Tanvi screamed and jumped up from Mehta's lap and stood panting, gasping, and angry.

"Mehtaji! I didn't expect this from you", she almost screamed.

"Sorry...Beti...so sorry...I just...just got lost...sorry", Mehta stood up.

Through the corner of her eyes, Tanvi noticed how much his cock had bulged...engorged...her cunt was almost breaking, she felt it...though she was fully aware of the cock in front, as she once measured it in full, it was menacing. Tanvi almost choked to find words.

"No, Mehtaji. This has crossed all limits. I thought this to be a nice gathering...and you guys turned it into something bad", she seethed.

"Tanvi, it's okay, I am here", Sanjoth came forward.

"So? Don't you see what just happened now? I am your wife, your legally married wife, for God's sake"

"Beti, nothing happened...I was just lost for a moment...please...afterall I am a man too...but, we don't mean any harm", Mehta apologised...but his penis remains erect. Even in such an agitated state, Tanvi was a vision of sexuality. Her breasts heaved up and down with each breath...he saw the wet spot at her groin and grinned knowingly...

She caught that look, and hee cheeks reddened immediately. 

"Exactly my point, Mehtaji. You all are men, and anything and everything that's done with women is OK, yes? I am sorry, that I am DONE here. Are you coming, Sanju?", she grabbed her dress from a stunned Mimi and wore it back.

Suddenly the atmosphere changed. Everyone was serious. 

Mimi also wore her top back onto her body.

"Listen, Didi, we are good people, please stay", Mimi held Tanvi's arm in a comforting manner.

"I don't know about you Mimi, but I am done. Are you coming?", Tanvi asked again, looking at her husband.

"Let him stay for the night, Beti. We know you are upset, and I apologise one more time. You can stay as well, we will appreciate it", Mehta tried his luck last time.

"Sorry Mehtaji, I prefer not to. You stay Sanju, if you want to but I am going home", with a furious tone, and not acknowledging anyone else, Tanvi walked out of Mehta's house.

"God! What just happened?", Mimi asked with a playful tone.

"Sometimes she's just like that", Sanjoth's voice was a bit angered too. He had forgotten the fact that his wife was literally going to be fucked, or bangd in front of him, with or without his and her consent. He couldn't get that point clear in his head.

"What the hell just happened!", Tanvi bit her lips as she climbed the steps to her home. She ran into the toilet and took a moment after removing her frock. She was indeed a vision...there was no doubt about it. She looked at her reflection in the zebra striped bra and the flimsy panty...she saw the red imprints of Mehta's hands where he held her thighs and waist. On her fair skin, the marks seem like a stamp of her infidelity. When she removed her panty, her face flushed with the realization that she had in fact, creamed when the old man kissed and molested her.

Though with much discomfort of her body cheating herself, and the way she felt unsatisfied after such a steamy encounter...Tanvi forced herself to sleep.


At Sanjoth's home:

Next day morning, Tanvi woke up to her snoring husband in the guest room. She cursed herself for everything and started her daily chores at home.

"Tanvi, you okay?", she was startled when Sanjoth came to the living room and asked.

"Yes...No, I mean, I am not, Sanju"

"Okay", he replied to himself and sat with a coffee mug.

Tanvi came with hers and sat opposite.

"What was all that yesterday, Sanju? How could you let that happen? To me...your wife?", her voice carried her anger.

"What do you mean? You are the one who asked for it", his voice was full of malice.

"What the hell! You told....in fact, you almost begged me to go there, even though I didn't want to. And, then, all those so-called acting...really? It was so clear that it wasn't any pre-shoot like how they said. They were about to bang me there...and you just allowed it...with your 'acting', didn't you?"

"What should have I done? You sat on top of Mehtaji and was literally asking to be fucked...you didn't care for the world...even with me there", he seethed back.

"What the hell, Sanju!"

"Don't Sanju me, Tanvi. I saw you very well. After seeing you like that, I am now convinced about what you have done with Khurramji. So, don't put this on my head, okay"

"My God! What are you blabbering...how many times should I tell you that nothing happened between me and Khurramji or even with anyone else??? It's you who cheated our marriage...with that whore from your office, then with Safiyaji...and God knows who else with...don't deny it...I saw with my own eyes what you did with Safiyaji at the gym and also what you did with Maahiji at their home"

"Goodness woman, you need to stop. That just happened once, and I never did that again", he lied through his teeth.

"Regardless of what you are doing now. You cheated on our marriage. That's a fact", she replied in a serious tone. "The rest all are your own dirty fantasy"

"And, were you far behind? You prodded your sluttish body to Upendraji also"

"My God! SANJU! it was YOU who took me to their home and asked me to wear those things to show your wife off...Did I ask you to take me there? If it was you, for Godsake!", she was visibly shaken by her husband's interpretation of the events.

"Tanvi, let's get the facts right, ok. I asked you to go, yes...but was it me who paraded half-naked in front of Upendraji? Was it me who sat on Mehtaji's lap and grinded on top of that man asking to be fucked? Was it me who went to the gym everyday and spent time alone with Khurramji, and doing God knows what? No...it was all you...so, when I called you a slut or whore, it's because you are one", his screaming voice echoed in their entire house.

"GOODNESS, SANJUUU!!!, KIDS!!!", Tanvi stood up, dropping her coffee mug, and it shattered on the floor...she didn't give any attention to it. "Sanju...did you see me having sex with any of these people who you named just now? NO! On the same note, did I see you having sex with multiple women? Yes! I saw what you did with Sharda too....I DID, WITH MY OWN EYES!!", she took a deep pause and the moment she raised her voice, Sanjoth sat down...defenseless. "So, Sanju, now you tell me...who cheated our marriage? Me or You?

"I have nothing to say, you are a slut, Tanvi. Go, do whatever you want to. I think it's better that I am no longer in the picture...it would help, right?", he altered the conversation again.

"NO, SANJU. You just can't turn this bad picture on me again. I just can't believe that, only because you asked, I followed you blind...even to the point that I acted like a 'slut' in bed with you...ON OUR OWN BED...just so you get a damn erection...so, yes...in one way, it's better that you are not in the picture...BECAUSE, I CAN'T ACT LIKE HOW YOU DO...AND I AM NOT A SLUT!!!", she screamed and seethed.

"Whatever you say", Sanjoth mumbled to show his rage and retribution. He walked out from the living room to change clothes to the office. He needed an escape. He was very well aware that everything that his wife screamed was true...he had to think...of something...

Tanvi cleaned up the floor immersed in her thoughts when Sharda came for daily cleaning. She quickly tried to send her away by saying no more cleaning needed in the house.

Sharda! her maid was persistent. She had her own agenda with Tanvi. She pressed...till Tanvi unwillingly agreed to clean the house the next day.



Sanjoth's office:

Sitting at his seat, Sanjoth heaved with a sort of regretful suffocation. Already lost in thoughts of how bad he fell into the mess that he created himself, he couldn't figure out a way to come clean with his Wife. Few times, questions about his own children came into his head....the evil seed of doubt. Desperate to find flaws in his wife, his thoughts were clouded with everything that went on and went wrong. One moment, he wanted to feel Safiya's body, the next second, blood rushed through his penis veins when he recalled how much he enjoyed the vaginal insides of Maahi, the moment after the images of how he held Sharda in his arms with her sultry whimpers made his half-jolt on where he sat, and then at a reachable distance in his office...the woman with whom he have been having a long-time affair, looking at that lady, Sanjoth was almost about to spill his sperm...without even any stimulus...he found himself hitting his head...till a phone call came.

"Khurramji", he muttered the name out loud when he saw the name on his phone screen.

"Yes, Sanjoth. It's me, Khurram", the familiar gruff voice came through the earpiece...making him shudder suddenly.

"Ji, Khurramji...how can I help?", Sanjoth knew his question was silly, but he had to make small talk.

"Sanju, there is something that we have to discuss...don't we? I am here in the Cafe next to your office. Come down, i have booked a spot for you"

"Ji...okay", he replied meekly and walked out of the office.

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-61:




Sanjoth's Coffee-Time:


When he walked and entered the Cafe, he saw the large presence of Khurram at one corner. When he took a few steps forward, he stopped automatically. There were two more men sitting next to Khurram.

"Upendraji...Mehtaji", Sanjoth heard himself whispering the names.

Three men sat relaxed, and waited till the sullen looking younger man to reach their table.

"Have a seat Sanjoth", Upendra played the perfect host.

"Ji, thank you", he replied in a meek voice.

"Have your Coffee, Sanju. We got much to discuss", Khurram pushed the Coffee cup.

"Thank you Khurramji", another meek reply.

"Okay, let's me come to why we called you here", Khurram started and found the nervous man leaning forward on his elbows. "Look, Sanjoth, we like you. But, we like our wives more but more than that, it's you who likes them more than we do as we found out recently. I hope you get where I am going with this, yes?", Khurram paused.

Sanjoth shivered and nodded with shit-scared face.

"Right. So, Sanjoth, I am not trying to portray that we are good people. That, we are not. But, we have not seen anyone who is worse than us, till we met you", Khurram paused again to make sure Sanjoth was getting the weight of his words in full. "And now, we would like to show you a few things first. Upendra, show him"

With a dirty grin, Upendra opened his phone and handed it over to Sanjoth.

The moment he saw what was on the screen, Sanjoth's face turned into ghostly white. It was the clip where he was slapping Maahi's ass followed by his cock sliding in and out of her. There was no view of Upendra in it. With freight running all through his body, Sanjoth recalled the time when Upendra left him with Maahi in the Jacuzzi tub. 

Before he could open his mouth, he saw Khurram extending his hand with his phone. With dread, and increase fear of what he was going to see, Sanjoth took the phone...it was exactly what he thought of...his own image of sliding in and out of the large sized Safiya in the Sauna...for a fraction of a second, his focus slid to check their joints where the video captured perfectly how his penis glistened with her dense froth.

"To top all of this, I've got something more my friend", Mehta gruffed as he extended his phone to a completely dazed younger man.

In an auto-reflex, Sanjoth took the phone from the third old-man and grimaced when he saw his own cock being gulped and sucked by Sharda. His body jolted with the recollection of the one event that he had concealed from himself. Few days earlier, when he was caught by his wife while groping the maid, Sharda at his kitchen, he left off to gym and found Sharda walking in, and engaged in a fellatio by her. He thought that no one knew except the two...but now, he was looking at proof. 

"Slide to next one", he heard Mehta's voice again and slid the screen. His breath got caught in throat. It was him...grinding his manhood, underneath his underwear, against Mimi's buttocks. She was half-naked with her upper body exposed...breasts dangling in mid-air. Both having beer in their hands...drunk...dry humping...and then he saw him keeping the beer bottle aside and moving his hands forward to take hold of her breasts...both moaning and in a salivating embrace.

He had to close the video and sat back in the chair as if life had gone out of his body.

"What do you want?", somehow he gathered the last bit of energy in him, and looked at all three men who were intently watching his reactions.

"Well, very good question, Sanjoth", Upendra replied.

"Right, now you know what you did. And, you know how bad this could be to your life as you are living now, yes?", Mehta asked.

"Yes", Sanjoth's reply was so low that he himself couldn't heard his voice.

"Now, now, don't be so dejected. Afterall, we are bad people, remember? But you are the worst", Khurram added.

"What do you want?", Sanjoth repeated the question again with a voice that was lower than earlier.

Half hour later, his office staff saw a very dejected and troubled looking Sanjoth walking in and slumping on his chair. Though, worried about him, they left him as was, because he wasn’t a good people person at office. Still, someone was there who took an interest in him.

"You okay, Sanjoth?", the soft, female voice came that made Sanjoth lift his head from desk.

"Yes, yes, just a headache", he dismissed her.

"Okay, why don't you take the rest of the day off then, we don't have anything major happening here, you know", she wanted to comfort him.

"Yes, better I do that", he replied, and with a thanking nod, left the office.

The moment he sat in his chair, his phone buzzed.



Sanjoth, Safiya and ...

"Safiyaji", he muttered as he saw Safiya's number blinking on phone screen.

"Sanju, are you okay?", her concerned voice came.

Sanjoth couldn't bear the weight of what he was carrying. He sobbed. Safiya listened and with soft voices, tried to comfort him.

"Sanju, situation here is bad. I am told to move out of my home, and honestly I don't know what to do", Safiya's vocie broke as well.

"Oh God. Sorry...I don't even know where to start. I just screwed up a lot of lives Safiyaji", he continued sobbing.

"Easy...easy...what happened has happened Sanju, there is nothing that anyone can do to change the past. You need to get a grip, okay", she pacified him. 

"Yes, true. But, but, I don't know what to do"

"Look, Sanju, I am old enough to make my life's choices. What I made of such liberty, is why I am now in this situation. No denying of this fact. The only thing, I can do is to give Khurramji some space for sometime"

"Yeah", he whimpered.

"That's why I called you"

"What can I do, Safiyaji?"

"I got a call from Maahi just now and she told me what happened. She has been given an ultimatum too. So, we are going away to one of her family's farmhouse to spend a week or two there...or maybe less...not decided. There is nothing else that we can do here, you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I do"

"That's why I called. Khurramji didn't tell me anything...and Upendra also same stance towards Maahi. That's why, I thought of checking with you to know what happened...do you know what exactly made them to ask us to move out of the house? Any idea?", her voice was controlled yet anxious.

"No, Safiyaji. I don't", he lied...he knew exactly why all of this was happening.

"Ya'khuda...I don’t know what to do", she muttered to herself, but he heard.

"Safiyaji, if I may ask. Can I join both of you for this two weeks?"

"What? You want to join us?", Safiya's voice seemed shocked and excited at same time.

At Safiya's side of the call, Khurram smiled wickedly at his Begum because the call was kept on speaker and the conversation with Sanjoth was loud and clear to the old man.

"Yes please. I promise, I will not behave bad. It's just that, I need a bit of time away from Tanvi, and I think after all what she went through, she would also prefer to get some time without me around. May I join you both?", he asked again...almost begging.

"Sure...I don't see any other reason. But, please...you need to make sure that Tanvi doesn't know that we are together. Otherwise, you know how bad it would turn out for all of us eventually, promise?", Safiya was in fact silently sobbing next to the widely grinning Khurram watching her intently.

"Yes, I will go home now and when are we leaving?"

"I will leave now, and you can reach there tomorrow morning. Be with Tanvi, and try to help her through okay, that's all what you can do at this time", she comforted.

Disconnecting the phone, Safiya sneered at hee husband with teary eyes. "You...you are really a very bad human, Khurramji", Safiya broke into a hysterical cry as soon as the phone was closed.

"I know...how come you didn't knew till now, Begum?", Khurram sipped his tea and repleid casually.

"You...you promised this would never happen in our life after what happened to Mehtaji's wife"

"And what exactly have I done now?", his voice was hard.

"You know it very well...Khurramji, I am begging you once again. Please stop all this what you are doing with Tanvi. That girl is so innocent, and have two small children with her. It will be the end of her life, Khurramji. Why can't you understand it? For you, it would only be a physical thing...a craving for that girl...but for her, it's going to cost her life. You saw already, how Sanjoth is feeling now...right? Do we need the same situation like last time you did all of this?", she asked again.

"Well, consider this as a repayment of my debt for last time", he barked back.

"Ya'khuda...how can I make some sense to you? I am your wife Khurraji, do you remember that? You made me do all those bad things long back, and after Mehtaji's wife killed herself, you promised it would never happen in this life. And now, you are repeating it again...Khurramji, why? Why in ,.''s name you want this?", Safiya cried and gasped on the sofa.

"Begum, I told you before and repeating it again. If you don't want to follow what I am asking you to do, using the evidence that I have of you and Sanjoth, I will kill all the birds with just one shot. If not, I will give everyone their own breathing space. It's your call...pack your bags and leave", Khurram replied in cold, menacing tone that made her shiver with fear. 

With no option left, Safiya did what she was told.

Hearing the calling bell, Tanvi opened the door to a sombre looking Safiya.

"Safiyaji, you going somewhere?"

"Yes, Beti. I have a marriage in my family and will be away for next two weeks"

"Oh, so Khurramji not going with you?", though it was a simple question, there were too many underlying meaning that both realised. Tanvi was scared that Khurram when alone, would try something...and Safiya was sad that she knew something would happen to the young and innocent mother.

"Yes, he is not. He don't like my relaitives"

"Take care and enjoy the wedding at least, Safiyaji"

"Sure Beti...and listen, I am sorry for everything. I know I broke your heart, and trust me, I will not do anything to harm you", when she said if, Safiya winced because she was literally going to do the opposite of what she just promised.

With that explanation, the older woman left, and Tanvi was alone. With questions looming above her head, Tanvi engaged herself to get the dinner and the rest ready for her family.




Sanjoth & Tanvi:


Even after the last night's eventful turn at Mehta's house, Tanvi was not willing to leave her life to misery. Despite all what happened, and whatever happening around her, it was the positive mindset that kept her lightyears apart from her husband. She still found a ray of hope to become the family there were...once...she was set to work towards that goal, even if that means role-play or a bit of sleaze to satisfy her husband.

Then she heard Sanjoth's footsteps walking in and was surprised to see him back earlier than usual.

"Everything okay?", she asked for the sake of asking.

"You should know better?", he replied with a retort.

"Listen, Sanju. I asked because of my concern. Nothing else. And, if you want to start a fight again, please don't", she replied and closed the kitchen door.

Next day morning, Tanvi woke up to some rustling sounds in her bedroom.

"Are you going somewhere?", she asked Sanjoth, who was already dressed and closing his travel bag.

"Yes, I decided that we both need a bit of time alone to cool off this problem that we have now and for next two weeks, I'lI will be away", he replied without looking at her and their kids sleeping next to her.

"Why, Sanju? It's you who don't want to listen and talk. Stay with us, and let's work this out together"

"Together?, No Tanvi. Things have crossed lots of boundaries recently that I think we need some time off"

"And, you decided it without discussing it with me?"

"There's nothing to discuss, Tanvi. I am leaving, and in the meantime, you think to yourself", without waiting for her answer, he simply walked out of the bedroom and their house.

Tanvi sat on her bed absolutely stunned and shocked, she felt like crying, but held. This wasn’t the time to feel sorry for herself. She had more important things in life than handling Sanjoth's stupid logic. She started with cooking for kids and then saw Sharda coming in. Though with discomfort, Tanvi allowed the maid to get in and clean up the house.

A bit later, once the kids left for study, she saw Sharda standing in the kitchen and crying. 

"Are you okay, Sharda? What happened?", worriedly, Tanvi asked the maid.

"Didi, first of all, I am so sorry for all the bad things that happened because of me", Sharda sobbed.

"It's alright Sharda, I told you not to worry about all that. Is there anything else that's worrying you? Kids? Dattu? Or his Mother maybe?", Tanvi was genuinely worried for her maid.

"Thank you Didi, you are an angel. I know very well about what I did, and what I asked last time. It all started that night, when you came looking for me to Basti, to Protimaji's house. Since then, she has been forcing me to take you there...she is a bad, very bad woman, that Protimaji", Sharda washed all her tears out.

"Oh my God. Look Sharda, I told you then, and now also...I am not such a woman who would do something like what Protima asked me to. Okay. So, if there is anything other than that, let me know, and if I can help, I will", Tanvi was suddenly tense when she thought of the fateful night when she was almost dragged into prostitution.

"Didi, now she is asking me one thing. Please listen...and you are the only one who can help me...and I was thinking so much about it...how to ask"

"What is it, Sharda?", Tanvi was restless.

"Didi, next week, the Basti people are celebrating our annual Devi Puja. For that day, usually by evening, women have to conduct Puja, this happens at Protimaji's house. She is asking me to take you there that night, and participate in the Puja", Sharda looked sideways to check Tanvi's reaction.

A horrified Tanvi exclaimed..."What! No...no way I am coming there and taking part in anything such. It's your Basti and your Celebration...I have nothing to do with it"

"Didi, please listen. That night, Women at Basti are regarded as Devis and men will pay their respects to us. All we have to do is sit there, and accept their gifts and show our blessings, that's all", Sharda made it very convincing.

"And, nothing else?"

"Nothing else Didi. Please...help me by coming there and Protima will help me back for this"

"No, I cannot do it, Sharda", Tanvi's answer was firm.

"Didi, please...think of my Children...Dattu doesn't care if we live or die, that's why I had to service Protimaji. If this happens, then I am free from her clutches...help me", Sharda begged during her cries.

"Still, I cannot. Sharda, if the work is finished, you can go. I cannot help you in this mess", Tanvi nodded her unacceptable and moved aside to show her maid the way outside.

With nothing more to ask, a dejected and angered Sharda went out of Tanvi's apartment.

Around afternoon, when she was about to have lunch, Tanvi heard a commotion outside her home, at the parking lot. Then she heard loud noises nearing her apartment. Within seconds, there were arguments and shouting outside at the small veranda. To check what it was, Tanvi opened her door and peeked outside.

"There she is! The whore of this place. All my wife asked for some help, and this rich woman didn't want to help...afterall, we are poor. She don't even consider us as humans, bitch!!!", it was Dattu, standing outside her locked house grille seething venom, and Harilal, the security guard trying to pull him away.

The two men stood almost fighting, as Dattu continued spitting more venom on a perplexed looking Tanvi.

"What is happening here, Harilal?", the loud and heavy sound of Khurram resonated in the small confined area. They all saw him descending down through the steps like an amazon warrior. The moment Khurram walked in and joined, Dattu went quiet.

The next moment, Tanvi gasped when she looked at Khurram, using his muscular arms, folding Dattu like a paper, and pushing the frail man out to the parking lot. With one bark, he kicked the Milkman out and asked Harilal not to allow Dattu inside their apartment complex anymore. Once the situation got controlled, Khurram walked back where Tanvi stood behind her house grille.

"No thank you for saviour, Beti?", he smiled at Tanvi and asked.

"Oh...sorry...thank you Khurramji...if you wouldn't have done it, I don't know what that Dattu would have done today", she was genuinely thankful to the old man.

"You can offer me a good Coffee then", he smirked.

"Oh sure...yes, yes. Please come in", without having any doubts, Tanvi opened the door to the vile old man.

It was only when she reached the Kitchen and started heating water for Coffee that she realized what she just did. 



Safiya was not at home!


Sanjoth was not at home!


Children were away at their study!


"I am totally alone with Khurramji! Uw'nante'kamisama!! My-God!!...Tanvi's brain froze when that single cognitive affirmation of her reality. That truth detonated inside her head, shaking her entire substance. It forced millions of pores on her skin to open up and shudder with horror and the next second, every last of her hair-follicles stood erect and landed a hard punch into her stomach. She felt herself lurching from that visceral blow in her gut that immediately turned her horror into a kinetic shock, a volcanic tsumami of dread that left her cold and shaking!

She was alone...all alone...absolutely alone...with no living soul except...Khurramji...less than few feet away...

During that few moments of hallowed silence, the suffocating fact coiled around her throat like a cold serpent; squeezing the last ounce of air from her chest...

Tanvi saw the light in her eyes fading out due to the menacing scourge she underwent!

Her lips opened to scream...except the wish in her head to cry for help...no voice came out of the young mother!

She felt a demonic presence behind her!

Tanvi failed to sense anything other than the numbing chill that consumed her, leaving her standing helpless and shivering to that intimidating cold terror...! 

[Nobita]

Very nice brother ...please update

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Very nice brother ...please update

Yes Sir, coming for weekend.

Hope what we all anticipated is finally arriving...

[Nobita]

Waiting bro

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There is a heavy pause-point expressed by YLTS before the next chapter. I am copy-pasting it as-as...

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Words to my dear readers...if you would still be interested to know more of what I am jotting...

Zeh'n mein ek kha'mosh dar'aar hai jo poori hasti ko do'neem kar rahi hai. Ro'oh munja'mid nahi, pathar ho gayi hai. Mere hifaa'zati hisa'ar ab r'aakh ban kar meri hi aankhon mein chu'ph rahe hain; qayamat ne das'tak nahi di, woh zeher ban kar meri rag'oun mein utar aayi hai...


Is qadd'e'aadam sa'ailab se larna gun'aah hai. Honi ki talwar ne meri rud'aad likh di hai. Meri har koshish, har tad'beer, ab mere hi badan mein utarne wala ek neza hai. Main khu'dh hi apne qatal ka au'zaar ban gayi hoon!


Ye barf'aani tila meri rooh ki khaal utaar dega. Is than'dak ke neeche mera naam, meri sadi'yon ki nish'aaniyan, aur mera har naq'sh... sab kuch be'naam matti ho jayega. Koi nish'aan'e'paa nahi bachega, sirf ek gehra, than'da sa'nnata...


Jab maut ka ye bh'ojh meri pasli'yon ko reza'reza kar de aur saans gale mein patthar ban jaye, toh ai'khuda...Sirf ek su'ee ke nakay barabar roshni ka qatra bhej de! Meri tadapti hui rooh ko us ek kiran ki bh'eek chahiye...ta'akey is an'dhaire mein dum todne se pehle, main apni hi tab'aahi ko dekh kar ek aa'khri, muk'ammal ch'eekh maar sak'oon!

Try to be humble...and believe in sharing your empathy (more than love)...this worlds needs empathy more than anything else!

Wish you all the very best!

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Chapter-62



"No thank you for saviour, Beti?", he smiled at Tanvi and asked.

"Oh...sorry...thank you Khurramji...if you wouldn't have done it, I don't know what that Dattu would have done today", she was genuinely thankful to the old man.

"You can offer me a good Coffee then", he smirked.

"Oh sure...yes, yes. Please come in", without having any doubts, Tanvi opened the door to the vile old man.

It was only when she reached the Kitchen and started heating water for Coffee that she realized what she just did. 

Safiya was not at home!

Sanjoth was not at home!

Children were away at college!

It was only when she reached the Kitchen and started heating water for Coffee that she realized what she just did. 

Safiyaji was not at home!

Sanjoth was not at home!

Children were away at their study!

"I am totally alone with Khurramji! Uw'nante'kamisama!! My-God!!...Tanvi's brain froze when that single cognitive affirmation of her reality. That truth detonated inside her head, shaking her entire substance. It forced millions of pores on her skin to open up and shudder with horror and the next second, every last of her hair-follicles stood erect and landed a hard punch into her stomach. She felt herself lurching from that visceral blow in her gut that immediately turned her horror into a kinetic shock, a volcanic tsumami of dread that left her cold and shaking!

She was alone...all alone...absolutely alone...with no living soul except...Khurramji...less than a few feet away...

During those few moments of hallowed silence, the suffocating fact coiled around her throat like a cold serpent; squeezing the last ounce of air from her chest...

Tanvi saw the light in her eyes fading out due to the menacing scourge she underwent!

Her lips opened to scream...except the wish in her head to cry for help...no voice came out of the young mother!

She felt a demonic presence behind her!

Tanvi failed to sense anything other than the numbing chill that consumed her, leaving her standing helpless and shivering to that intimidating cold terror...! 


She was all alone with the one person whom she never wanted to be alone with...never...but there she was...with the same man whom she loathed and was scared of, making Coffee...for him. While immersed in her thoughts, she failed to notice Khurram walking into her Kitchen and standing behind her.

Tanvi was dressed in a white legging, and a light pink Kurti that reached to her hips, but not covering her bottom, the top reached mid-way upto her ass. Though it was her house dress, it was way too provocative. To any man, the view was simply eroric, her pink colored panty visible through the white leggings, exposing the full structure of her perfectly shaped buttocks, and her Kurti reaching and concealing half of her cheeks, made it sexier than any normal clothes. Her slender frame, and shapely body was literally begging for attention...that's how any male eye would perceive while looking at the way she was dressed.

"Nice"

"Huh! What!!", Tanvi was startled at the voice that came behind her and almost slipped the handle of the hot water tumbler. 

It took few seconds for her to rationalise what was happening. Once her head cleared, she felt her knees shivering at the thought of what happened the last time she was alone with Khurram in the very same Kitchen.

"I said...nice", Khurram repeated with his lips curved wickedly.

Tanvi noticed his eyes were on her legs when he muttered the word 'nice'.

"I will bring the Coffee to you Khurramji, please go and sit"

"Oh, don't bother. I am here to claim what you promised last time. Not for Coffee"

"Uh...please, Khurramji, you are my Father's age and I respect you. Please, let's not talk about things that doesn't suit our relationship"

"And, what kind of relationship do we have, Tanvi? I am NOT your Father"

"I mean, Khurramji, you know what I mean"

"No, Tanvi. I don't know what you meant"

"Khurramji, please. I respect you. Please don't make me regret inviting you for this Coffee, please"

"OK. In that case, tell me, Tanvi. Do you remember what you promised last time when we were here?"

"No, I don't", her voice was defiant.

"Well, that's not good. Let me remind you then. You promised to suck me off the next time and properly, by your own"

"Khurramji! Please...you shouldn't say such things. Please", her voice changed to a begging tone.

"I always remember promises. And, now, I am here to claim it"

"God...Khurramji...I am a married woman with Kids. What kind of sadistic mind you have to ask such vulgar things to a married woman, especially when you are a married person yourself? Do you think this is a civilized conversation?"

"Civilized or not, I want to get the promise fulfilled, right now", as he said, he pulled his top off and flexed his hairless bronze upper body. 

"Khurramji! Pleeeese", she almost begged in real.

"Now, I am giving you two choices here, Tanvi. First, you do what you promised by yourself...or Second, I make you do it. Your choice", his voice was steel cold and created a bolt of shudder through her spine.

"Look, Tanvi. I am not a rapist. But, I don't mind forcing myself on you, because you are begging for it. You may not see it, but I see it clearly...very clearly. So, be a good girl, remove those unwanted clothes and start what you promised last time"

"Oh-God! Khurramji! This is not some joke that you are doing with me. We are respectfully married people and such things are not something you ask from a shop and buy. Please stop this nonsense", her voice was stronger suddenly as she wasn’t intimidated much.

"Well, okay. In that case, let's make this clear between us. You are a woman, and I am a man. Not related. Your body needs something, and my body needs the same as well. So, I asked clearly if you can give what I need, and so, you can have what you need from me. Nothing more, nothing less. If you recall, your husband knows such things better than you do, because he gives and takes what he wants...with or without permission...mostly without. But, am I like Sanjoth? No. I am not, because I ask before taking anything forcibly. He took something from me...my wife...without my permission...but, I am not like him...I asked his permission, and he granted it...and you made a promise as well...now, be the nice woman that you are, and give me what I want...because you gave me that word...clear?"

Tanvi stood spellbound and shocked beyond recovery. What she heard, to a normal person, made sense. But, she wasn’t such a normal person who could find such a flawed logic and bide by it. Yet, despite everything she said and thoughts of repulsion at the old man's words, she hated the fact that her body, her venomous womanhood was betraying her. A mild, but painful itch inside her pussy was so alarming that she thought she'd pass out from suffocation.

"I understand Khurramji. For that, I beg you my apologies. But, please, leave me out of it and you need to go, now", she replied clearly, even though the naked display of the large man started creating unwanted irritation inside her lower belly. She was being made aware of his physical dominance with each passing second, and it was totally not helping her. She felt herself moving towards his direction. The craving of carnal debauchery overwhelmed her rationality.

"I don't care any of what you are telling me, Tanvi. I am here, and right now, I want your promise to be fulfilled...no more of your expert explanations. Go on, remove your top and get to it", his voice was harder than before and his gaze was focused on her breasts that were starting to move heavily up and down with her heavy breaths.

He knew...

She was breaking...slowly...but yes...she was...

He clearly saw and knew it...

"Khurramji, please...you can't do this to me", Tanvi realized the fact that the bad old man was not going away without having his way with her. With no one to aid...no one to shout for help...no one...she was all alone...she felt her feet moving, yet she remained where she was.

"Okay, I will make you a deal then, Tanvi", he paused and saw her eyes widening with expectation. 

"Let's say, you use all your oral skills on me, and make me cum in five, or let's say ten minutes. If yes, then that's it. I will never ever come into your life again", he paused and saw her almost agreeing...then he added the clause..."but if not, and you cannot make me cum within ten minutes, you lose what you are wearing now, and continue to make me cum. What do you say? Fair deal?", his face was clear and eyes clean with no other intentions. 

Tanvi's brain deliberated fast...like a super speed train...blazing it's various routes to find the right one. But she couldn't...

"No, you can't...no"

"Tanvi, I am going to wait for you in the bedroom. You've got two minutes to decide. If I see you not coming, then I return back here and take what I want, with your consent or without", he replied and picking up his top, he walked into her bedroom and disappeared from her viewpoint.

"What should I do? Whom should I call? Oh-God...what should I do?", as questions crowded in her head, she heard the familiar grunt from her bedroom...an indicator that her time was up.

With no resolution in front of her, Tanvi walked into the bedroom.

"What should I do? Should I run out of my house? Should I call security officer? God! What a mess I am in! If I go inside, he would definitely have sex with me...and that thing...Oh-that-thing!", her mind wandered all over the place...it was clear to her that she was a mess. But her legs moved forward like attracted by a magnet...a large magnet.

Her feet went cold when she saw what was waiting for her inside.

Khurram was lying spread and splayed on her marital bed like a conqueror. He had nothing on him. Naked...stark naked. He was halfway up over her bed with his hips resting at it's bottom edge, and legs kept wide spread. The shaft looked like a large hammer wood...erect and pointed up like a weapon that was about to fire. Below it's majestic size, his heavy scrotum hung down like two large brown bags. The bronze and hairless skin of the large man created a perfect picture of sleaze...in fact, Tanvi was reminiscing the view, comparing it to the first time she took a glance at his large bulge when she went to his home while he was sick.

"What are you waiting for, Tanvi?"

Khurram's heavy voice fell on her like a sudden electric jolt, pushing her out of her reverie.

"I...I...We shouldn't do this Khurramji. This is...not...right...we shouldn't", her whispers countered her body's movements. She was walking forward to where the old man laid, waiting like a hungry animal.

"Get down and start sucking me Tanvi, you got five...sorry, ten minutes to make me cum. That's our deal, yes?"

"Ye...Yes", another coarse whimper came out from her. 

Tanvi felt her knees as she reached closer to the naked monstrosity. Khurram widened the angle of his folded legs to allow her space. With tears clogging her eyes, Tanvi knelt on her shins, her Kurti stretched up exposing her pink panty covered bottom. Her hesitation was evident, but Khurram noticed her inhaling the musk from his groin. She was breaking...he tried his best not to make any comments that would stop her.

"Easy...take it in your hands, and then I will start the timer", his voice was less louder...more like coaxing her.

With trembling hands, shivering body, torn expression, defiant stance, Tanvi's hands moved. She kept her left palm on the powerful right thigh of the old man. His body felt cold...her skin was hot. With her right hand, she touched the underside of his shaft.

"Oh", an exclamation came out from her when her touch made his penis jump and jolt. When she entered the room, the pungent odour of the old man was the one that hit her the most. When she encountered his magnitude a few days ago, it wasn't what bothered her. But now, as she knelt between his open legs, and moved herself to it's close proximity, the odour and enormity hit her. It seemed like a dagger that was about to tear her into pieces...it was when she touched his penis that Tanvi realized how large and menacing it really was. She simply couldn't stop comparing with the other male organs that she held and sucked earlier. Those were nothing compared to what she had in front of her at that moment. Her eyes were glued over the old man's cock that pulsed with each breath he took. With shivering fingers, she caught the base of Khurram's penis.

"It's huge", it was the first time she heard her voice inside her head since Khurram walked into her home.

Tanvi was perplexed and shocked that despite her long fingers, she wasn't able to hold it properly. The girth of his tool made her palm seem way too tiny. 

Khurram controlled a satisfied groan and watched the woman of his carnal dreams finally succumbing. He allowed her to adjust to the fact that she was no longer in control of the situation. He was fascinated with the emotions on Tanvi's face. She had a horror stricken expression mixed with rapt focus on his rock hard erection.

"Hold it properly, Tanvi, and you know what to do", he grunted with a tone of distaste.

Hearing his voice, Tanvi shuddered as her grip at the base of his cock tightened. She made an effort to hold it over it's diameter but failed. Recalling what he asked, her small hand pulled the velvety skin upwards it's length. Her knees felt the cold floor that transpired to her vertebrae. Plus, the silence inside the house made her breaths sound like drum-beats. Once her hand pushed his cock-skin to go up, her wonderment reached another level that the length of his shaft was never ending. Once her hand reached at it's crown, she lingered and looked at the enormity of the mushroom head. Dark purple, bulbous and rounded like a hammer-head, much wider than where she was holding. Tanvi couldn't believe that it was the very same tool that the old man forced into her mouth a few days earlier. "How did I swallow this before, so huge", she heard her voice again inside her head.

"Use both hands", the grunting voice from Khurram took her out of her stupor.

Without thinking, Tanvi leaned forward to rest both her elbows on the massive upper thighs of the old man, and caught his shaft with both her palms. Despite the fright, she was torn in three ways. First, she was afraid of what the menacing giant would do to her if she didn't do what he asked of her. Second, her moral thoughts took upperhand when she thought of who she really was, a wife, a mother, who was about to cheat her life, especially succumbing to the old man's ask. And third and final, she was thrilled beyond her morality, she was finally holding the tool that was deeply embedded in her mind from the day she took the first sneak glance at it, when the cock pulsed and jerked with every pull she made on it, drops of carnal heat seeped from her panty covered womanhood.

"You got one more minute"

A reminder. Tanvi froze as she wantonly looked at the majestic pole that made both her palms look like kid's arms. She had to do something to make him cum. 

"Otherwise", as the thought came in, she gulped and sweat formed all over her forehead.

Khurram was in heaven and nowhere close to eruption. He relaxes back and thinks of how to manipulate the young wife further. A vicious smile formed on his face with that thought.

"Stop"

Tanvi shivered when she heard his grunt. Her hands came to a stop, but she held on to the shaft as of waiting.

"Remove your top, Tanvi"

"No, no Khurramji, please, you cannot do this to me. I will do everything to make this happen, but please", she cried as tears came out of her.

"Either you do it yourself, as promised or I do it for you, your choice, Tanvi"

Tanvi knew what fate held for her when she walked inside her bedroom. But, she had to try and she failed again. With a whimper, she pulled her Kurti up. Khurram watched in absolute fascination as the supple nakedness came visible, hardly a foot away from him. He knew he had to be patient...very much patient if he had to break the young mother. He sat, and watched.

Tanvi sat back once again without her top. Her bra was the only apparel that covered her modesty. Even though it was a normal bra, her breasts hung and heaved with perspiration as her hands moved again.

"You better do it quickly, Tanvi. Otherwise you will lose one more of your clothes in the next few minutes", he reminded.

Tanvi had no option but to redouble her efforts. As she tried moving her hands faster, her bra covered breasts slightly brushed against his knees. She had to ignore the rising tension that her nipples produced with each of such mild grazings. More than everything else, Tanvi was panicking as she crouched half-naked. She was scared beyond anything she ever felt. Kids were away and it took a long time to reach home, Sanjoth was away and had no idea when he would return, and most importantly, Safiyaji was also away from home. She was slowly grasping the enormity of the trap she was in.

"Two minutes more, Tanvi", Khurram growled as he noticed it was almost ten minutes that Tanvi started stroking him and he was confidently erect with every drop of blood pumping onto his erectile.

"What to do???", Tanvi heard her voice screaming to find alternatives, anything...and unfortunately she couldn't figure any way out. Her hands were already hurting, but she had to conceal it from the sex-crazed old man.

"Last minute", he reminded again.

Tanvi shivered and trembled at his words. The inevitable was approaching. Her brain raced to find something, anything...for leverage...with absolute nothing to help her out, her last minute ran out.

"Remove your bra, Tanvi"

"Oh-God, Khurramji, please...you can't do this to me. I am a wife, a mother and I cannot do this with you anymore, please"

"Tanvi, you agreed. You promised"

"Yes, I did...I made a mistake, sorry, I am so sorry Khurramji", as she cried with tears, her hands still clutched his shaft hard, and s drop of translucent drop of precum appeared on top of his penis...his pee-slit expanded a bit to secrete that one drop out of it's narrow opening...

"Tanvi, I will give you one last chance, but it will be the last five minutes that you have. Do whatever you need to, but if you don't, then you will give me your bra"

She had nothing left to say, other than whimpering agreement.

"Maybe if you sit properly, it would be of help", he suggested.

The moment she heard it, Tanvi stood up a bit because her knees were killing her and reluctantly, she sat on her marital bed, to the right side of Khurram's naked thighs. Her white legging covered leg slightly brushed against him and she was suddenly aware of how heavy he felt. As she looked away from his eyes, she felt a bit better as she was holding longer under the sharp scrutiny of his eyes. With another whimper, she started pulling his penis-skin up and down his base to upwards and down. 

A deep groan came out from Khurram from the pleasure he received from the small hands. 

As she heard it, Tanvi felt better all of a sudden. She was getting close to her freedom. It was then, she noticed the transparent liquid on top of the deep purple penis-head. When she pulled and pushed the skin over his gloriously large appendage, the liquid became bigger and it finally spilled...the large drop changed it's course downwards to smear over her palms. Suddenly, she got more leverage. Her palms were slightly wet.

"Why don't you add something more to your hands?", he asked.

"Huh", she couldn't figure out what he was saying.

"Use your spit on it. It will help you to make me cum faster"

"Ugh...no", she couldn't imagine herself engaging in the sinful act and the very thought of using her saliva made her think she would vomit. Worst that happened since she sat next to Khurram was the body heat that transpired between them, and adding to it was the heavy, pungent and masculine stench of his genitals. Each time her slick palms reached the top of his mushroom head, it brought more precum outwards. As she faced away from the bad old man, her eyes were struck at the pee-slit that expanded and clamped back with her every upward movement.

Tanvi failed to clock the time.

Khurram didn't. She was already up within five minutes.

"Your time's up, Tanvi. Remove your top", he growled...it was too close to her. 

Tanvi jolted up from where she sat. But, she couldn't. Perplexed, she turned to find Khurram holding her hips with both his hands yet her hold on his shaft remained.

"Khurramji, pleeeese...I beg you. This is not right, I...I cannot do this...you have to understand, I am married and this already crossed so many lines of absurdity...please", she whimpered sns sobbed but both of them kept their holds rigid and tight.

"Tanvi, ok. Let me tell you one more time and this will be the last time. Your married life and as a Mother is already gone forever, and it will remain so if I wishto. Still, despite you agreeing to make me cum, you are not doing it. I am insulted and angry, of course as I have the right. But, again, I am willing to take your request. I will allow you to keep your clothes, if...only if you make me cum...that is...now as you failed three times already, you have to suck me off. Take me in your sweet little mouth and make me cum. If you do it, then I will walk out of here. Otherwise, I will do it my own way"

"Oh-God...pleeese...don't do anything to me...I will...I will", Tanvi didn't realize what she was agreeing to. All she wanted was to get rid of the bad old man from her house...from her life.

"Okay then, sit comfortably and start your service", with another deep grunt, he laid back. But, his right hand still remained on her hips as a warning. A gasp left from her mouth along with wetness forming inside, because unconsciously, she had geared up to do what he asked. 

"So big", she heard her voice as she held the thick appendage with both her hands and made it stand upright...making it look straight at her face. The distance between her mouth and the shaft was hardly a few inches. Her mind started to play tricks as it brought the images of all other male digits that she encountered so far and compared those with the monster that pulsed inside her palms at that moment.

"Move it, Tanvi. Spit on it...I don't have all the time in the world to get going", Khurram grumbled as his penis jolted suddenly and Tanvi had to clutch it hard to stop. The translucent precum was now oozing and spreading over her thin fingers, coating her, making her hands shimmer.

She was suddenly shocked when she saw the cock starting to pulse. She squeezed her thighs together to control her clenching wet pussy, and without her acknowledgement, carnal desire built up like a firecracker. She wanted to stop, but failed as she was caught up in his dirty spell. Tanvi strained her neck forward...to make her head stay above the entire length and leaned slowly. "Good that I tied my hair", a wicked thought came inside her head. Her eyes stayed locked over the large, and swollen cock-head as her entire body felt that she was at the tool's mercy. With discomfort, repulsion, and dreamy willingness, she parted her lips and let a thick drizzle of her drool dropped over the top of his precum coated mushroom-crown. Even before she could take a moment to check the result, her saliva started to spread over the curvature of his penis-head and rolled downwards to coat her both fists.

Tanvi found her hands gliding up and down easier, faster along with the vulgar sloshing sounds that came due to the less friction between his cock skin and her palms. She pumped faster, to finish it. But, along with that thought, the inhuman itch that she felt from her pussy maddened her consciousness.

“See?, it's better now, isn't it?”, Khurram asked with his broken gasps. 

An acknowledgement moan came from her in reply. She was fidgeting where she sat as her hand worked on his cock. "I just want to finish this and be done with you", she heard her voice replying to Khurram inside her head. No voice came out as she tried to move faster over and over the oversized penis. Tanvi saw her holy wedding ring glistening and covered with her saliva and his precum. She couldn't figure out if the act of cheating on her marriage or the fact of holding such a man-tool made her head burn with remorse and thrill. "Oh-God, I shouldn’t be doing this", despite that thought, her hands never left his cock. She continued to pull the skin up and down, even circling around it's massive width a few times. Her pussy wasn't keeping quiet at all, adding to her misery, she felt herself becoming wetter by every passing moment. Without any additional encouragement, and no longer thinking rationally, Tanvi leaned further towards the dark purple cock-head and spit another large dribble, adding more leverage. She felt the heat of her saliva spreading all over fingers and lubing up his penis further, along with the noises of their co-mingled muscles increasing and filling the bedroom.

"Yes, do it more, Tanvi. You are a quick learner", Khurram chuckled in a low voice along with a long satisfied grunt. Tanvi felt his grip on her small waist hardening...creating pin-pricks inside her wet pussy.

She wanted to say "No", but his coarse talks and her heavy arousal stopped her from replying. “Why is this making me so much turn-on? What the hell is wrong with me? Oh-God-help!", another silent voice came into her head.

Khurram's hand on her waist moved a bit forward, and slowly caressed her naked navel. She shuddered at the warmth and the mild pressure his touch delivered. She felt like the solid barrier that she built on her marriage was getting destroyed...slowly...but yes...he was toppling and obliterating every bit of her final defenses. Tanvi wanted to push his hand away, but as his large fingers started sliding around her taut navel, the pretense of animosity started wavering off. All of a sudden, it was her dripping and desperate pussy that claimed control.

Her thoughts got interrupted by a strange tugging sensation at her waist. She was so engaged in the up and down motion over his monolith that she failed to realize what was happening. It was Khurram, using both his hands, holding the waistband of her white legging, pulling it down, tugging to remove it from her body. Her pink panty's waistband was outside a little, giving him another high...

Tanvi failed to respond for a moment as her pussy twitched with arousal and her hands filling with the throbbing shaft.

“Stop, no. I...I am doing what you asked” her voice was broken, yet husky with desire that Khurram noticed immediately. “I already agree to do this Khurramji, please don't do anything bad to me"

"Of course, maybe you didn't realize it...time has gone up from what we agreed. Your promise was to remove one piece of dress if you miss the time. And now, you don't want to remove your bra, and you haven't made me cum till now, I think it's fair to remove one more piece of your dress...leggings it shall be", he grumbled and Tanvi couldn't look at his face. Instead, she tried to shift back on her knees, and he stopped immediately by grabbing her waist.

"Pleeeeese Khurraji, I am begging you. I will make you cum...just a few more minutes, please", her eyes teared up with suffocation of failure.

"Okay, in that case, use your mouth", his retort was straight...brutal...and hit the core of her simple heart.

Tanvi froze as her ears picked up the suggestion from the disgustful old man. She wasn't able to digest the fact that she sucked the tool that she held already a few days ago. It felt alien...and unholy, an insult to her integrity, something that she couldn't just let go, despite her pussy screaming for something it was desperate for.

Khurram's eyes focused on his young companion. He was well aware that breaking her was not going to be an easy task, and all the work he laid out to make this happen was not going to be wasted. Yet, he wanted to push her to the limits, so that she blossomed out from protective shell. "You really want me to cum, right? If yes, exposing your naked body will help, that's the only way"

"Please...I can't do that...I am already doing this Khurramji, please...I don't want to destroy my marriage, please"

"You keep on chanting the same thing over and over, Tanvi. Look, I gave you a choice already. Either you allow me to remove these leggings, or you suck me off, either of them will help", his voice was stern and gave her no room for any other choice.

Tanvi realized the losing battle. And, all of it had to do with the filthy cock that she held. It was just freaking huge, proudly menacing, and for some reason, she knew that sucking it would trigger the cum that he was desperate for and also answer the call of her sinful pussy. She felt arousal kicking in through every nerve endings of her body, pricking her nipples that were now harder than stones, strained inside her bra and the dam that was ebbing to release between her legs.

Her thoughts jumped when she heard a low chuckle from the old man.

"That's right, Tanvi. Knead both of it together", Khurram grunted.

Unknowingly, immersed in her thoughts, Tanvi gasped with shock when she saw her hands squeezing and stroking his massive balls. She couldn't remember when she left his shaft and started tugging and rubbing his testicles. The skin was slick with her saliva, but massive. Just like he asked, she moved both her fists to knead and smother the round balls like a plaything.

"Suck me, Tanvi", another statement. To Khurram's surprise, there was no answer from the young woman this time. And, adding to his surprise, he looked down at his shaft.

Tanvi's brain dropped the rational side of it. The next moment, she saw herself closing the distance between what she held in her hands and her mouth that dripped with drool. 

"Aargh", a croaking groan, came out of Khurram.

Tanvi's parted lips wrapped over the large, swollen head of his penis. It's salty flavour hit her sweet buds and the smell of his precum and her saliva went deep into her nose and head. Then the size of the head filled her mouth's cavity. In less than a few seconds, Tanvi breathed through her nose, with his penis-head fully lodged inside her hot mouth. If she turned back, she would see the triumphant look on the devilish old man. Another groan from him proved to her that she was giving him the prize that he had dreamt for quite a long time.

Once she gave in, Tanvi scooted her hips a bit more on the bed, making her upper body to rest mid-way over Khurram's lower body, over his belly, and the left side of her body cushioning firmly against his naked right side. There was no more pretense or push-backs. She pulled back a little from his cock-head, and parting her lips further, to it's maximum stretch, Khurram felt her hungrily swallowing and gulping his mushroom head, with a little of his length entering inside her mouth. Khurram groaned when he felt her tongue moving around his tool. To Tanvi, it didn't feel like she submitted, instead, it was a test that she was taking. She had to make sure his eruption was finite. Her eyes were closed and clamped tight and her actions lost in the humiliation and lust as her head moved up and down, gaining momentum with each passing moment, as if she was trying to guide his cock to enter her deep...deeper...deepest part of her mouth. 

Her pussy clenched and unclenched in sporadic oscillations. Khurram in parallel was managing her naked back all over, from her neck to her legging waistband, with both his hands. It was soft, erotic, and sensual movements. He deliberately avoided opening her bra clamp, as they were bound to a promise. Every move that his fingers made on her fair and taut skin, her entire back and pussy fired up. Every time, his hands reached her waistband, she would open her mouth wider, to take more of him along with a jerk from her folded body, making her half upturned hips and ass to jerk and jolt.

By this time, Tanvi had lost all the conscious effort to stop herself. She was guiding herself to suck more and more of his magnitude. It was an unconscious response to her suppressed carnal hunger. An answer given to her predicament. She recalled how Dattu's cock felt inside her mouth, how easy she was able to suck it full, and in comparison to what held currently, she couldn't do anything much other than sucking as Khurram's cock was stuffed to the brim of what her throat could take inside of it.

"Move your hands like your are making your favorite Banana Muffin dough, Tanvi"

Hearing his words, she put in all her efforts to her sleazed activity.

Khurram recognized the pattern clearly. He moved his right hand to trace down the legging waistband while his left hand kneaded and massaged her shoulder blades, sides of her breasts and lower back. He saw her soaked pink panty through the white leggings. It was so clear...the wet spot at her crotch was not small, almost her entire groin was clearly wet. The moment his fingers trailed over that area, she jolted and made her lower back ride higher up, allowing him complete access. Khurram even doubted that if she was silently asking him to take over or not, then he realized it as the wanton actions of the woman who was possessed and lost control of her sexual frustrations and cravings.

A second later, his middle finger traced the outline of her pussy over the white legging.

"Aannghh...mm...nnnoo..ghmm", carnal moans and gasps left Tanvi's throat between the tiny gaps between her stretched lips and his cock. Inside her head, she saw a firecracker lightening and bursting the very moment the old man's finger created it's electric spark. She wanted him to stop touching her, but it felt good...it was like a balm to her wounded soul.

Khurram sat up in his elbows looking down at the woman who seemed to be lost and possessed by her own demons.

Tanvi bobbed herself up and down on the old man's cock to gulp the maximum possible limit that her body allowed. She had a long tongue that she always kept hidden, in past, her college friends used to tease her about it. But now, her subconscious realized it's true purpose. Her tongue lapped inside the mouth's cavity squishing his cock all around it's girth, it moved over his penis like a serpent. She had never done oral servicing by her will, other than to Sanjoth. The other three were forced on her...the visions of Abhijeet's cock entering entering and exiting along with his cum-exchange with Sharda made her hips jerk involuntarily against the alien finger. The image of Mehta's penis pumping it's seed into her gullet made her whimper with increased lust. It was the thought of Dattu, her milkman's dirty cock spilling and she licking and slurping his tool and cumming inside her mouth made her wiggle her hips and grind her cunt against the thick finger. "Dattu", that name alone made her cunt spew some more of it's toxic grease outwards and the image of her milkman's frail unconscious figure lying in the dark, on her corridor, the way she sucked his dark penis into her mouth, it's dirty musk, it's filthy smell, and the way how it felt inside her mouth, how she licked and rolled her tongue all over his low-life penis and scrotum, how much her saliva coated Dattu's cock, and the way it propelled it's contents, all of those sleazy images created punishing edge to what she was doing with the old man.

Khurram remained passive and slowly increased the momentum on Tanvi's pussy. He was fascinated by the response he received. She was voluntarily thrusting her hips to meet his finger. He wanted to pull her legging and panty down and punish her pussy just like she craved for. Yet, he maintained his finger movements. He used his other hand to rest on her head that was furiously bobbing up and down on his cock, all by herself. With that going, he other hand rested on her ass-cheeks with it's middle finger pressed and lodged deep against the wet crevice of her pussy. 

Tanvi was close...very close...her body recognized it. The images of her sleazy activities vanished and focused on how she serviced Dattu remained in front of closed eyes while performing her current activity. She was well aware of the old man's hands and what his finger was doing to her. Yet, she sucked his magnitude. For reasons unknown to her, Tanvi wanted to gulp more of the penis that she could hold inside, but her throat stopped, she gagged, choked, yet she continued suckling and licking on the stone-hard shaft. Drool spilled out of her mouth, coating the large specimen, she was no longer holding his phallus, instead, she was squeezing both his balls with her hands. One after other, one against another, rolling, holding, smothering with her saliva. Her hips started to wobble up and down in the most carnal manner against his hand and finger. She wanted it more than him. During those hellish moments, she failed to recognize how her lower body responded against the old man.

Khurram moved his middle finger forward, down, further than she would ever allow in her normal mindset, to reach and touch the core of her womanhood.

It happened!

His middle-finger tip pressed on her clitoris!!

Tanvi gasped and screamed through her wrapped lips and mouth!!!

Khurram kept the pressure on her clit through her legging...through her panty...Hard...Right over her engorged clit muscle. Using his thumb, he pressed into the area where her asshole was. Both his fingers dug...deep...into her two married crevices...

Tanvi's thoughts were wrecked. The pleasure points that she protected with her life were tarnished, destroyed as Khurram pulled the life out of her semi-conscious body. She felt her pussy caving in, her hips curving upwards to match his finger thrusts, and Khurram watched the magnificent arch of her lower back curving into the most delicious manner that made his mouth water, and the only thing he wanted at that moment was to pull her up and dip his mouth into her holes. Instead, he wiggled his thumb against her anal area and middle-finger over her clitoris...jamming against her two most critical and sensitive points...making sure he was delivering what she was voicelessly begging for.

It was the moment of truth.

Tanvi's bowel and abdomen contracted.

Khurram felt the burn from his testicles, at the same time.

"Aargggh, yess, milk it Tanvi...milk me...aaaarggh!!!", Khurram barked like an animal with his hips lurched up and down matching the sucking that the poor mother delivered at his command.

"Mmm...aaghh", Tanvi screamed through her clenched lips on the thick and slimy cock as her fiery cunt started to spew, her thigh muscles squeezed and pressured as his fingers kneaded and punishingly pressed on her most sensitive muscle was way too much that anyone ever did to her...similar to her female lover, but this time, it was forceful in a way that her body surrendered completely, the old man was delivering exactly what her body was begging for...

In a lightning movement, Khurram sat up and pulled Tanvi from his cock. Even before the bewildered Tanvi could react, using his free, left hand, he caught her neck and brought her face to his mouth. Her hips thrusted back and forth where the old man still kept his hand firm...fingers kneading her pleasure points...

Tanvi was unprepared for what happened next. 

Khurram, briefly looking into her confusion, lurched forward, and captured her saliva dripping mouth, in a rough, yet passionate kiss. He held her neck from behind, forcing her face into the kiss, while maintaining his hold on her lower bottom intact, and in fact, increasing the massage on her pulsing clit. The rest of his right palm held her ass-cheeks in a way that she couldn't make even a tiny move from the constricted way she kneeled on her bed. Her legs squirmed against each other, squeezing her cunt walls to propel it's contents and his muscular thighs gave the comfort that her pussy was desperately calling for.

Tanvi felt like she was drugged, overwhelmed by the sudden aggression, towards a man whom she loathed and wanted nothing to do with. Yet, the indifference of her rational mind and subconscious were completely opposite. Her arms moved automatically, dbanging over the giant, old man's naked and sweaty shoulders. Her lips parted within his mouth's hold, and long tongue darted into his cavern. Khurram felt her slippery tongue stroking his mouth's insides, teasing, tantalising, coaxing and wrestling to take control. She moaned against the wretched, old man. Her mind was unable to resist the pleasure she was about to receive any moment that her brain registered to be released any moment to happen. Her nipples thrusted and gruelled against the hairless, and powerful chest creating the sparks that she never felt in her married sex life. It was completely a different experience than what she ever felt from her husband. The tingling and sinful desire that was welled up all this while inside her that overpowered the last restrain of her denying mind. Even though she felt that tiny spark of denial, her pussy overtook that last ray of normalcy...the greed, the lust, and the fire inside her cascaded a veil of carnal release. She heard the vulgar, squishing noises from her pussy filling the room, and responding to it, her tongue slipped further into Khurram's mouth, her hands wrestled against his shoulders, her breasts crushed against his wide chest, and her hips moved up, down and around the grip of his right hand, especially his thumb and middle finger. Without her knowledge, she was using her long tongue to dart deeper into his mouth, caressing, fighting, and finally succumbing...

Their bodies joined into the obscene kiss as both gave in to the filthy, dirty and taboo lust. Her bra covered breasts crushed against his chest. She felt a huge relief when her hardened nipples were replied with some sort of friction, and with that feeling, her hands moved all over his neck, shoulders, and face moving the obscenity into a passionate embrace...like long lost lovers meeting after a lifetime. 

Tanvi moved her right hand away from Khurram's shoulder and caught his slick penis. Without his ask, she pumped it up and down, matching the feverish kiss, and the momentum that he placed on her cunt.

Tanvi felt the familiar sharp pain inside her cunt!

Khurram sensed the heat of her palm moving away from his testicles!

"Aaaah...right...aaah!!!", Tanvi screeched by pulling away from the kiss and her entire body came to a freezing halt, with only her legs and hips jerking and thrusting against Khurram's dirty ministrations.

Her frozen body started to jerk with sporadic, massive jolts of electric pulses that took over her consciousness. Khurram pinched her clitoris and pushed his thumb into her vaginal opening, and without her knowledge a small portion of his thick thumb wedged between her wet and welcoming cunt, through her pink panty. The pressure made her brain go blank, as her pussy released torrent after torrent of her orgamic fluids through the confines created by Khurram's thumb and panty, the extreme pleasure was from her clit, that he squished and pinched between his middle and index fingers. Moans became screams, and screams turned into screeches. Her eyes remained shut, overpowered by her carnal lust of otgasmic bliss.

"Ouuuh...hmph...aaaah", Tanvi couldn't control even a single muscle in her body, except her tongue that was locked into his kiss, and her cunt locked agaisnt his fingers, her entire system was focused on the release of her lifetime.

"AARGGHH", the loud groan made her snap her eyes open. She was now bent in the same place where she was before the dirty kiss. She saw with glee that the penis-slit was pulsing and jerking like crazy. He was cumming...without Khurram asking, she plunged herself into his cock, taking him deep inside her mouth, once again, without him forcing her, filling her lust with his cock, as if a conquering queen, she sucked hard...using both hands, she pulled his cock skin down...sucked up...then again...again...Khurram still maintained the pressure on her cunt, she was not done cumming...he knew it...and he wanted her to go through the maximum pleasure release...as it was vital to his laid out plans...yet the pressure from his groin was way too much to ignore. His eyes closed, his throat grunted...

Tanvi's eyes were closed, she didn't want the world to see what her cheating mouth was doing. She wanted to taste the flavour of the foul seed from the dirty old man's cock. Her hips bucked hard as her cunt continued to release the sinful orgasm, and her mouth slowly focused over his over-swollen cock-head, as she prepared herself to wait was about to release. Her tongue never stopped wriggling over his entire bloated cock-head. Her throat continued to clench over his massive size that was forcing it's entry. It was her gullet that stopped her from gagging out.

Finally, with a long and loud grunt, Khurram held Tanvi's head from above as his organ started spurting out it's first, thick and gooey load of cum, filling her entire mouth with it's first torrent.

Tanvi's brain was locked inside the most foul and dirty place from where she failed to realize that Khurram was squishing her clit between his thumb and middle finger. An action that made her head go blank, and she felt a blanket of blackness overpowering her, taking over. She gulped the thick, and saltish flavoured liquid filling inside her mouth, she felt his dense sperm bolting and moving past her throat, her tonsils and finally getting deposited inside her intestine. A memory etched in her brain...forever. 

Then she passed out.

Khurram looked his spurting cock slipping out of the young woman's lips and her head falling onto his right thigh...blacking out in her action. His cock continued to spray. From the angle Tanvi lay on his leg, his next torrents sprayed over her upturned backside. Thrilled beyond his imagination and plans, Khurram took hold of his cock and milked by pointing the rest of his spurts to coat her exposed back. Within next few minutes, he squeezed out his entire load...each one powerful than previous, thick, smokey, and greyish cum sprayed and plastered all through the naked skin of Tanvi, from the back of her neck, through her shoulder blades, through her small back, till her waistband...to his surprise, few drops got deposited on her upturned ass, over her leggings. With a satisfied groan, he smiled at the semi-naked beauty lying face down next to him, and his smile broaded when he noticed the mild jerks of her hips...she was still in her blissful eruption. 

Khurram moved very slowly to stretch backwards and pulled out his mobile phone that he kept to record their session which he couldn't and dismissed it regretfully. But, this was better. With a vile smile, he opened the camera app, and took a good picture of the young mother, who had passed out and resting herself on his muscular thigh, and the most erotic scene was his cock, still in it's majestic size, resting peacefully and spent on her left shoulder with her entire backside covered in the numerous dollop of his cum. Once he was satisfied with the photos, he kept it aside and slowly pushed her away from his leg and laid her face down of the bed, and while looking down, he saw the naked and fair skin of her back, gleaming in a mix of sweat and his cum, shining in off-white, creamy and thick, along with transparent petals of her sweat. He didn't wanted to disturb her sleep, as he knew, if he did that, the whole episode would have turned into most devastating results. He walked into the toilet and slowly cleaned himself, without making much noise. Once done, he came out naked, with a wicked grin. 

He was ready for second round, and this was the one he wanted to happen, all the while since he first met her.

Suddenly, her phone rang a reminder call. It was in the living room, but the faint noise made her open her eyes from the blissful orgasmic stupor.

She felt flushed, and confused, and horny beyond all reason. She was fully aware of what she did with Khurram…

Her eyes slowly focused on reality. Her eyes snapped open with horror when she saw the vile old man, standing in front of her in all his naked glory. His pendulum dangling down like a reminder of her infidelity. Her face dropped with shame and remorse, but her eyes stationed on his appendage that hung downwards like a serpent, waiting for it's prey.

"Now, you are ready", a growl.

"Oh-My-God! Oh-God!! You! You...You...GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!", Tanvi screamed furiously as she stood up on her feet, still feeling her knees not having enough power to keep her steady. 

Khurram remained unmoving, with the nasty grin as he looked at her heaving breasts that her bra hardly concealed hwr wobbling breasts and her wasted look with his cum and saliva smothered all over chin and mouth. "No, I want this to be complete...now...and you are going to give me what I want, Tanvi", he growled back.

"Kids! Oh-God! My Kids! They are here!", the thought of her children arriving from college rushed into her head as her mobile reminder kept on buzzing from living room.

"Pleeeeese Khurramji, I beg of you. Please leave. My kids will be here any moment, and you can't be here...not like this", she had to blurt everything she felt.

"No!", his answer was brutal and stance was defiant to her pleas.

A honk from the auto-driver who brought her kids back home made her shudder with shock. There was nothing left to talk, no more time. Otherwise the kids would rush inside. Without taking another moment to argue with the crazed old man, she took her Kurti from floor where she dropped it earlier, and wore it swiftly over her head and ran out to the parking lot, without looking back. If she did, she would've seen the wicked smirk on Khurram's face.

"Mommy!!", both her kids jumped out of the Auto and ran towards her. As she took their bags and started walking back, she heard the auto driver saying something. She turned back to check what it was.

"Madam, you were working, maybe cooking?", the auto driver had a sleazy smile when he asked again.

"Hmm, no, I wasn't. Why?", Tanvi was perplexed. 

"No, you are full of sweat. I just thought you might have been busy cooking when we came" his reply was further sleazy as he looked at the hot bodies woman. His eyes roamed over her breasts as the Kurti was tight, and through her white legging covered legs, shapely and erotically tantalising. He was reminiscing the one scene that he got last time when he entered her house. That view itself was enough for him to shag off countless times imagining how she would look naked.

"Hmm...no...but thank you for asking. I need to go", she replied and turned back to her home.

"If you need anything, please call me, Madamji", he just reminded as she walked away. "I will taste you one day, for sure", words came out of his mouth without him realising that he was talking loud.

As Tanvi entered her home, she was relieved to see her bedroom door closed. Her kids had gone to their room to freshen up. While thinking about what the Auto driver said, she felt dirty, all over. The backside of her Kurti was not feeling good. She had to freshen up...remove the dirty old man from her thoughts...from her life. With that thought, she opened the doors and entered.

Tanvi froze!

Khurram was standing right where she left him! With the same smirk on his face!! The only difference was, he was dressed.

"Khurramji!!! You need to go...now!!", she tried to soften her voice, but she was serious.

"Well, ok. I will go. But, now as you failed to deliver your promise, I need you at the Gym, once you settle your kids"

"No! Never! It was my mistake, I am not going to allow this to happen again! No. I will not!", she grunted with anger.

"Okay, if that's the case, then I will better call that silly husband of yours, Sanjoth and show this to him. Let him decide on what to do next", as he replied with a smug smile, he opened his phone and showed the picture of her head on his thigh, with his giant penis resting over her shoulder blade, along with the cum deposit spread all over her naked back.

Tanvi looked at the phone screen with horror-struck eyes. As sharp pinch of pain shot up from her spine to her head. It hit her to core, making her paralized without any rational response coming forth.

"You...you...you can't do this to me. No...you can't", tears swelled up into her eyes as her reality was no longer how she imagined it to be. She was a adultress now, a cheating woman, a wife with no morality, a mother with no honor. She looked at the proof of her sleaziness to it's entirety. The image created millions of thorns to pierce her torn heart.

"I didn't do anything, Tanvi. You did. It was you who sucked me off. It was you who made me cum like this. And, trust me, if you are not at the Gym later today, I will not stop from showing this to Sanjoth, and possibly others too"

"Khurramji, pleeeease...I...I made a mistake. I admit it, I was lost in the moment and I did things that no sane woman would do. I am sorry...but please, please don't make this more harder than it is...please leave now...I beg you", she sobbed and sat on the edge of her bed.

'Wear that last one of the special gym dress that you have, you agreed, and I leave", Khurram was defiant.

"Ok...okay...I will...but, please go", with broken words and sobs, she replied with dreadful agreement.

"Alright, I will wait. Oh, and Tanvi, change your top", with a devious laugh, Khurram walked out.

Tanvi heaved with relief when the man whom she loathed, left her alone. Her head swarmed with all kinds of thoughts, including suicide. The shame of what she did, the weight of cheating, and finally the fact that how much her body responded to her carnal call, made her vision go blur. Gathering her thoughts, she stood up and looked at the man-sized mirror on one of her wardrobe door. She saw a completely wasted woman, whom she couldn't recognize, looking back at her. Slowly, she turned sideways, then backwards, and tilted her head back to check her backside...the view from Khurram's phone...

"Oh God-No!", a muffled gasp came from her when she looked her upper back. The Kurti seemed like, it was drenched with sweat, when it was not. It was the cum deposit of Khurram that smeared all through, from her shoulder blades till her lower back...she then realized why the Auto driver commented her being sweaty. 

Shame!

Remorse!!

Suffocation!!!

More than the three emotions, it was the image of her naked back smeared with the old man's cum that made her knees lose their balance. The weight of what she did, forced her to cry. Then she cried, nothing was normal anymore, she knew it. She had succumbed to her lust, finally. And she had to pay for that one error...the error of her lifetime. 

She pulled her Kurti out and ran into the bathroom to dip into an empty bucket. It felt heavy...with his fluids. The stench filled the small toilet within seconds. Tanvi was lost suddenly, the masculine odour of his semen created an itch inside her womanhood. Despite the need to remove her thoughts from what she did, her brain brought forth the images and the feel on his inhuman sized penis diving in and out of her mouth. The flavour of his cum came outside throught her gullet. She gulped it back, but it overwhelmed her consciousness. Within next few seconds, she removed her bra, her leggings, and her panty to throw into the same bucket with water, but the toilet witnessed her jumping into a cold shower with her hands frigging her pointed nipples and cunt, furiously. Her eyes were clamped shut, her body wobbled like she was getting fucked while standing, and her fingers worked in and out of her hairy pussy, like she was posessed by a demon. Her body wanted a release...desperately...her taste buds brought forth the flavour of his cum again and again into her mouth, she gulped and recalled how much her cunt loved the attention that Khurram delivered. Her closed head brought images of the old man using his obnoxiously large fingers to squeeze inside her rectum and pussy. It was that moment...the moment Khurram's thumb pressed at her vaginal entrance...that was the same moment she replayed again and again while her fingers dug deep inside her womanhood to churn out what it was supposed to propel. 

"Aaaaahmmm...daa'me...mmm", a deep, long moan came out from her as cold water washed from head to toe and her cunt released it...the gooey cum spilled out of her pussy through her fingess and the water washed away through her legs as her body jolted and jerked through the powerful orgasm she delivered onto herself.

Once done, a long and deep gasp of relief came out of Tanvi's lungs. She blinked to clear her eyes as the shower clogged her vision. It took a minute for her to realise what she did. Her knees gave away. She crouched under the shower, crying her heart out. After few minutes, the thought of her children helped her to bring some sort of normalcy. She tried her best to brush away any other ray of sleazinges from overpowering her activities. Once the kids were fed, and left to play, her mind brought her back to her reality.

Tanvi sat with her coffee in hand and heaved by thinking what to do next. As the children were out of house, she got the much needed 'alone' time to gather her thoughts. By this time, she had reached the conclusion of what she did. Though, full of remorse, for losing her grounds and falling prey to the vile old man's bidding, she wasn’t a lost soul. The fact that her body betrayed her was the hard part that she had to digest. Yet, deep inside, she knew that it was inevitable. She was to blame, and only one to blame, Tanvi was fully aware of it as well. Her thoughts wandered on what she ahd to do next. That was the challenge she had in front of her to address.

Tanvi picked her phone and dialled.

"Hi Tanvi! Long time, I thought you completely forgot me", the bubbly voice of Sylvie made Tanvi to heave with relief. 

Tanvi couldn't reply, sobs of remorse hit her like a tidal wave. She cried. 

"Hey, Tanvi, Madam, I mean...what happened? Tell me, Tanvi...Oh-God, shall I come over? Are you okay?", multiple questions came from a very much concerned Sylvie.

"Yeah, Yes, I am fine...I mean, no...I am not, Sylvie", Tanvi continued to sob.

"But, tell me please, Tanvi. You need to tell me what happened, I am here for you, anything...please tell", Sylvie also felt sad suddenly for the poor, crying woman, her friend.

"Sylvie, I...I did a bad thing, I mean, I did lots of bad things recently, and...and I don't know my life anymore", Tanvi paused.

"Understood, but Tanvi, please...stop worrying for a moment and tell me...tell me everything, please, I am here for you, always", Sylvie pacified her friend.

"Yes, I know. That's why I wanted to talk with you", Tanvi paused again and spilled everything to her friend, her guardian. She started from the day she started living in the Complex, meeting Khurram and Safiya, how they took her under their wings, Sanjoth's infidelity and his interactions with his office flings, other women, with Safiya, with Maahi, what she did with Abhijeet, the night of masked encounter, her naked night out with Dattu where almost had her, Sharda's proposal, their night at Upendra's mansion, what she did with Hansa and how it reached Upendra, her encounters with Khurram at the gym, her fights with Sanjoth, her sleazy thoughts and actions that finally culminated in the unholy activity happened earlier that day with Khurram. Finally, she broke down completely, sobbing hard into the phone, to Sylvie who was dumbstruck after hearing all the incidents.

"Okay, my-God...you went through all os this alone...goodness..look Tanvi, I can come to you right now. You are not alone. I also was part of your issues, and I want to make it right for you"

"No, no, Sylvie, you don't need to. I will manage somehow. I have to. I brought this mess all by myself, and I will have to find a way through, even if it means I die coming out", her sobs were mild but tears fell out of her eyes.

"No Tanvi, you should never talk like this. You will...we will come out of this tangle. Now, as I understand, Khurram has your photo, and we don't know with who all he shared it. We need to stop him from doing that okay, that's the first thing to do. All the rest, we can discuss in person, I will come over, okay, don't think of doing anything that we will regret", Sylvie added the words carefully.

"Yes, it makes sense. Thank you Sylvie", Tanvi relaxed after a long time.

"I will start from here next week and, I will be there. I want to come right now, but things here are haywire after my . Let me settle things here"!

"No, Sylvie. Don't come today. I need to gather my thoughts. Let me handle this for now, and I will call you afterwards. I am glad that you are with me, that's all it matters"

"Alright, and Tanvi, please remove any unwanted thoughts, okay. We will find a way out of this, I promise", Sylive made one more effort to support her friend before disconnecting the call.

Tanvi felt better. Her head felt less clouded than prior to her call with Sylvie. However, the fact of she being in a mess still lingered. Her brain worked a bit better than before as she made up her mind on how to handle Khurram. She walked into her wardrobe and took out the one package from Upendra's shop that was never opened.

She gasped with shock when she pulled the contents. Tanvi held it in her hands as if it was dirt. More she looked at it, more she knew why Khurram asked her to wear it. 

In her hands, there hung two piece of apparel. It wasn't a gym wear. It was pure lingerie, that too, one of the most vulgar one that she ever saw in her life. It was a black set of bra and panty, if she could call it that. Both were a set of strings. The bra was just a string, neck-tie setup, but the areas where the nipples were supposed to be, there were hole, two clear holes that would in fact expose her nipples, and as the rest being strings, it would just be there on her...only for viewing...no purpose. Worse was the panty, it was again string type, thinner than a G-String, and with a long slit that would clearly make her entire pussy to be exposed through the slit.

Tanvi felt a heavy pain at her groin with each moment she spent holding and looking at it.

Khurram's intentions were clear to her now. He wanted her at his mercy, at the gym, to do anything that he wished to do to her. Like an absolute plaything on his hands. The more she thought of it, the more she got angry and sad. She wished that she never allowed herself to fall into her lustful cravings, as all her wrongdoings finally ended up with her falling right into the vile old man's trap. Tanvi couldn't find a solution to her mess, but after her call with Sylvie, she felt a ray of hope. There would be something she can do to fix this at least, to some extend.

Finally, once she was ready to meet her fate, she called in Sharda and asked her to be at home till she finished her gym. Sharda, in her subdued mode, couldn't engage with Tanvi to explore the matter she wanted to, and remained at Tanvi's home. 

Tanvi walked with brisk steps...with a heart that was beating out of her chest with every step she took forward. 

The moment of her final denouncement was reaching it's destination...

She felt the merciless intensity of the most primitive heat starting to burn her soul...