Lusty Feminist Wife: Mishti ki masti (Scene 9)

[Paty@123]

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Scene 11: The Bitter Medicine

I was in shock from seeing both of them being used like that. The sounds of their absolute humiliation were still echoing in my ears. My brain was not used to such indecency, and that too happening right in my own house, right in front of me.

As the white bedsheet dropped to the floor, exposing Shweta Bhabhi's massive, milk-swollen breasts and thick waist, she took a step toward me.

I scrambled backward on the bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Don't come near me," I stammered, raising my hands defensively. "I don't know you."

I was in fear. No matter how much analytical brain I could muster as an educated corporate guy, the physical reality of these impulsive, shameless people was completely beyond me. They were operating on a level of filth I couldn't comprehend.

Shweta stopped, resting her hands on her wide hips. She looked at me with a mix of amusement and pity.

I couldn't hold it back anymore. I looked at her naked, sweaty body and just asked her the same question again.

"Why? Why Bhabhi?" my voice cracked. "You have such a loving husband. Amit does everything for you. You also have a family, a beautiful baby boy. Why go to such lengths to do this? Why let that old, disgusting politician treat you like garbage?"

Shweta Bhabhi let out a dark, throaty smile. She didn't try to cover herself. Instead, she spread her legs slightly. I looked down and saw she was dripping. Her inner thighs were slick with sweat and the fluids from her brutal session with Charan Singh. But looking closely, I realized her body was still twitching with unsatisfied arousal. She was leaking, wet and heavy, but her breathing told me a different story.

She didn't finish. The politician had used her violently for his own pleasure, pumped his lust into her, and left her hanging.

"You think this is about love, Shubhankar?" Shweta sneered, her big eyes flashing. "Amit is a good man, yes. But I want power, to decide my own fate, my future, my body whichever way I like it. So I say no to your male patriarchy, your traditions, your way of living. Women have spent years playing the perfect Sati Savitri, the quiet wife, making food and smiling for society. And for what? Out there, men like Charan Singh, men who run this city, beg on their knees just to touch me. They pay in lakhs for an hour of my time. They worship my body. Why should I lock my youth in a kitchen when I can rule over powerful men? This isn't just sex, Shubhankar. This is absolute control. I own them the moment I drop my clothes."

She cupped her heavy, lactating breasts, squeezing them until a drop of milk appeared on her dark nipples and she licked it herself looking at me.

Before I could say anything else, the bedroom door swung open wider.

A moment later, Mishti came in.

She had cleaned herself up quickly with a wet towel, but her face told the whole story of her afternoon. Her makeup was all over the place. Her dark eyeliner was smudged down her cheeks, and her expensive red lipstick was wiped completely outside her lip line from the rough pounding she had taken.

Yet, despite looking completely ruined, Mishti was all smiling. She was bubbly, practically bouncing on her toes, high on the adrenaline and the dirty money.

She was still completely naked. She walked right past me, her curvy hips swaying, and came up behind Shweta Bhabhi. Mishti wrapped her arms around Shweta’s thick waist and hugged her tightly from behind, resting her chin on Shweta's shoulder. Her breasts pressed against Shweta's broad, sweaty back.

"Oh, Shubhankar," Mishti giggled, looking at me sitting frozen on the bed. "She wants you badly. Can't you see she is desperate for you?"

Mishti kissed Shweta's cheek affectionately. "Shweta bhabhi, why don't you get close to him? He is just acting shy."

Shweta Bhabhi sighed, leaning back into Mishti's embrace. "He is still adjusting to our ways, Mishti," she said softly, her eyes locked onto mine like a predator watching a trapped rabbit.

Mishti let go of Shweta and walked over to my side of the bed. She leaned over me. I could smell the heavy scent of sex and sweat radiating from her skin. She reached out and started caressing my head, running her fingers through my hair like I was a pet dog.

"The only way is to adjust to our lifestyle, Shona," Mishti whispered, looking deep into my eyes. "The sooner the better. Fighting it will only hurt you."

Then, to assert her complete dominance, she reached down. Her hand slipped over my trousers, and she grabbed my cock firmly through the fabric. I stiffened, my breath catching in my throat. Mishti just laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. She squeezed once, let go, and walked away towards the door.

"Bhabhi, please use our attached bathroom," Mishti said casually, picking up her clothes from the floor. "You can clean inside. I need to change."

"Thanks, sweetie," Shweta replied.

Mishti walked out, leaving the bedroom door shut. Shweta Bhabhi turned and walked inside our attached bathroom, turning on the light but leaving the bathroom door half open.

I heard the sound of the shower turning on.

I was sitting on the bed, looking at the half-open bathroom door, observing the steam starting to rise. My entire analytical brain was screaming at me. The facts were laid out bare.

Both of them are now complete sluts. There was no fixing this. There was no recovery for my marriage. There was no going back to the days of holding hands and watching movies. The Mishti I married was dead and buried under the weight of Yash and his VIP clients. And traditional revenge—shouting, crying, or fighting—was useless.

But as I listened to the water hitting Shweta Bhabhi's voluptuous body, something snapped in me. Perhaps it was my absolute, no-way-out situation. If I ran, they would ruin me with fake domestic violence cases. If I stayed and did nothing, I would die of a heart attack from the stress.

I started thinking like an engineer. Cold, calculated, logical.

Plan 1: I secretly record them and leak it to the media or the security officer. I immediately discarded it. They were sleeping with MLAs like Charan Singh. They had money and muscle. If a video leaked, they would instantly know it was me. The security officer would probably hand me over to Sangram, and I would not be alive to see the next sunrise. So this was not the plan I would take up.

Plan 2: What if something happened to Yash and Sangram? The VIPs wouldn't come to the safe house.

But to take them out, I needed to know their routines. Where they hide their money. Who else is above them. I needed to get inside the syndicate. I needed more information about them.

And the only two people who had that information were the two sluts currently running my house.

I looked at the bathroom door. Shweta Bhabhi was humming a song under the shower. She liked me because I was quiet. She liked me because I was a simple, sober guy, good at keeping secrets. If I gave her what she wanted, she would open her mouth about Yash.

I had to swallow my pride. I had to swallow my disgust. I had to become the very thing I hated to destroy them from the inside.

I stood up from the bed.

My legs were shaking slightly, but I forced my spine straight. I pushed my fears and my morality deep down into a dark box in my mind and locked it.

I walked slowly towards the attached bathroom and pushed the half-open door wide open.

Shweta Bhabhi was standing under the warm water. Her massive, heavy breasts were slick with soap, her dark nipples pointing straight out. She was running her hands over her thick waist, washing away the filth of the politician.

She stopped when she saw me standing in the doorway. Her big, expressive eyes widened in surprise.

I didn't say a word. I reached up and unbuttoned my shirt, slipping it off my shoulders and dropping it onto the wet floor. Then, I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers fall.

I started stripping right in front of her.

A slow, incredibly wicked smile spread across Shweta Bhabhi's face to her absolute delight. Her eyes raked over my body as I stepped out of my clothes, completely exposing myself to my best friend's wife.

"I knew you were a smart boy, Shubhankar," she purred over the sound of the falling water, reaching out a wet, soapy hand towards me. "Come here. Let Bhabhi wash you."

I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water hit my skin, ready to play the dirtiest game of my life.

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[tomdickharry2024]

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[ashuezy2]

Scene 12: The Planned Desire

One second later, I forgot who I was. I let myself go with Shweta Bhabhi. I got lost in her wild desire. I gave everything I had. I knew I must do it perfectly. So later that day, when I talk to her, I can get some information from her. At least I thought I knew women a little. It was a simple plan. I prayed to God for it to work. I wanted to know about Yash and Sangram – who are these people?

I walked in slowly, one step at a time. Hot water from the shower fell on my shoulders. It washed away my last doubts. The bathroom was full of thick white steam. I looked at her standing there, fully naked. Her big breasts, full of milk, were wet with soap and water.

"I want you," I said. My voice was deeper and rougher than usual.

Shweta's big eyes got wider. A naughty, happy smile came on her wet face. "Finally," she whispered, taking a small step towards me. "I was waiting for the real man to show up."

"I want to suck your breasts," I said straight, looking at her dark nipples. "They are so big. You always tease me, putting them in my face, dropping your pallu, leaving your blouse open. Now I can't stop."

"I wanted you, Shubhankar," she laughed softly. Her voice shook with excitement as she touched my wet chest. "I wanted to see how long you could stay a good boy before you break."

"Let me taste them under the shower," I said strongly. I stepped close to her, pushing her soft body between me and the cold wall.

"Taste them," she said, bending her back and pushing her big chest forward. "They are leaking just for you."

I did not wait. I bent down and took her heavy right breast in my mouth. I sucked hard, my lips around her dark area. The sweet, warm milk mixed with the hot shower water.

"Ahhh... yes, Shubhankar!" Shweta cried softly. Her hands grabbed my wet hair. "Oh my god, you are so hungry..."

"You made me hungry, Bhabhi," I said against her wet skin. I moved to her left breast, biting softly on the hard nipple. "You and Mishti, playing your bad games."

"No 'Bhabhi' here," she breathed hard. Her thick legs shook as my hands went down her waist. "Call me Shweta. Tell me what else you want to do to me."

"Shweta," I whispered. I pulled my face up to look in her eyes. They looked lost. "I want to taste everything. I want to show you what a man does when he stops being nice."

"Show me," she begged, fully lost in the moment.

I kissed her hard on the lips. It was our first kiss, and I made it strong. I pushed my tongue deep in her mouth, moving it roughly. I tasted the water, mint, and some old smell from her day. She kissed back with strong desire. Her tongue moved with mine. Her big breasts pressed against my chest with every breath.

While kissing, my hands touched her body. I moved my hands over her slippery, soapy skin. From her thick waist down to her hips. I grabbed her big bottom, squeezing the soft round ass hard. I lifted her a little against the wall.

"Mmph... Shubhankar... your hands..." she moaned in my mouth.

"Am I still the boring, quiet guy?" I asked. I stopped the kiss and gave wet, hot kisses on her jaw and neck.

"No... no..." she gasped, throwing her head back on the wall. "You are wild. You are what I need. Better than Amit. Better than anyone."

Better than Amit, my mind thought coldly. I was planning every move. Every touch on her leg, every suck on her breast was a smart step. I acted like a loving, hot lover. But my brain was cold, watching her reactions, finding what makes her feel strong emotions.

"You are so wet," I whispered. My right hand went lower, past her stomach, between her slippery legs. "Even after he used you for thirty minutes, you are ready for me."

"Forget about him," Shweta breathed hard. Her arms held my neck tight, holding me as my fingers touched her private part. "He was just business, Shubhankar. Just a customer.  I have watched you for years and years. But this... you... this is real desire."

"Is it?" I asked softly. My fingers rubbed her where she liked. "Or am I just another toy for you to control?"

"No! Absolutely Not!" she gasped loudly. Her body bent into my hand. "Oh God, right there... yes! You are different. You watch. You understand my dark side."

"Then let me understand everything," I said. I rubbed faster, kissing her neck deep. "Let me into your world, Shweta."

"I will... ahhh... I will let you in," she moaned. Her voice broke. "I will give you what you want."

"Look at me," I said softly. I stopped my hand for a second to make her want more.

She opened her eyes. They were full of pleasure and the excitement of doing something wrong with her husband's best friend.

"I am going to take care of you, Shweta," I promised. I looked deep in her eyes, telling my lie perfectly. "I will give you control, excitement, everything Amit can't. But you must trust me. No more secrets between us. We share everything now."

"No secrets," she promised without thinking. Her big breasts rubbed my chest as she nodded fast. "I swear. Whatever you want to know. Just please... don't stop. Touch me."

I smiled. It was a real, cold smile hidden in the shower steam. She was fully caught. She was drunk on the wrong act and the body pleasure.

"Your wish is my command," I whispered.

I kissed her again, deep and hot. My hand worked between her legs. I held her against the wet wall as she shook under the hot water. Her loud moans filled the small bathroom. She was giving me everything I needed to break her, and she wanted more.

Now all I needed was to talk to her, hold her hands, take her out.

I turned off the shower tap. The sudden silence in the bathroom was heavy. Shweta was panting, her head resting on my shoulder. I grabbed a large, soft towel from the rack and wrapped it carefully around her naked body, covering her big breasts and thick hips. I took another towel for myself and tied it around my waist.

"Come," I said softly, playing the caring lover. I held her warm hand. "Let's sit outside."

We walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I looked towards the slightly open door to the living room. Mishti was out there, watching TV with the volume down, giving us our privacy. She really thought she had completely corrupted me. She thought I was finally part of their dirty game.

I made Shweta sit on the edge of the bed. I sat right next to her. I kept holding her hands, rubbing my thumb gently over her knuckles. She looked at me with totally relaxed, trusting eyes. The post climax glow made her look completely innocent, even after everything she had just done.

"That was amazing, Shubhankar," she whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder again. "I knew you had this fire inside you."

"I only showed it because I feel safe with you," I lied smoothly. I kissed her forehead. "But... I am also a little scared, Shweta. You have to understand. I am a simple guy. This whole thing... the MLA, the money... it scares me."

"Don't be silly," she smiled, patting my chest. "You don't need to be scared. We are fully protected."

"Protected by who?" I asked, putting genuine worry in my voice. "By Yash? He is just a gym guy. What if Charan Singh gets angry one day and sends his goons? What if the security officer raid this flat? This is my house, Shweta. If something goes wrong, Mishti and I will go to jail."

Shweta laughed a soft, arrogant laugh. It was the laugh of a woman who thought she was untouchable.

"Shubhankar, you are so innocent," she said, looking up at me. "Yash is not just a gym guy. He is a manager. He works for someone very big. Have you heard of Malik?"

I shook my head slowly, filing the name away in my brain. Malik.

"Malik runs a huge network," Shweta explained proudly, spilling her secrets exactly like I wanted. "He owns clubs, farmhouses, and he provides 'entertainment' to lot of politicians and businessmen. Yash just handles this one small area. He finds safe houses like yours, family societies where the security officer never check."

"But what about the MLA?" I pushed further, acting terrified. "Politicians are dangerous."

Shweta leaned closer and whispered in my ear like it was a fun piece of gossip. "They are dangerous, but Malik is smarter. You think Charan Singh just comes here for fun? Every time a VIP visits, Yash records them. Hidden cameras. Malik keeps the videos. That is how we get protection. Charan Singh can never touch us, because if he does, his dirty videos with me and Mishti will go to the news channels. We own him."

My blood ran cold. Hidden cameras. My own house was bugged by Yash. My mind raced. I realized that somewhere, probably in a safe place or a hard drive, Malik had videos of my wife being used by these men.

"Wow," I breathed out, faking amazement. "That is... very smart. Where does Malik keep these videos? Does Yash take them?"

"Yes, Yash takes data every week," Shweta said casually, playing with the towel on my waist. "He drops them off at Malik's main office. It's a fake export company 'Global Reach Exports'. Nobody suspects a thing."

Global Reach Exports. I had the address. I had the boss's name. I had the full structure.

"You are so brave, Shweta," I whispered, holding her face in my hands. "I am lucky to have you to guide me. I want to learn everything. I want to be part of this."

"You already are." she smiled, closing her eyes as I kissed her cheek. "We will make so much money together. And we will have so much fun."

I hugged her tight, letting her rest against my chest. She sighed happily, feeling completely safe and loved.

But as I stared over her shoulder at the blank wall of my bedroom, my eyes were dead. My heart was not in it. I had got exactly what I needed. I had swallowed my pride and touched the filth, but I had extracted the poison.

Tomorrow, I would call in sick again. I needed to visit the dark alleys. I needed to find a man who sold untraceable guns. The plan was no longer just a fantasy in my head.

Malik. Yash. Sangram. Charan Singh.

I repeated the names in my mind like a hitlist. They thought they had turned me into a silent, obedient toy. They were about to find out what a real engineer does when he decides to completely dismantle a system.

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