Lusty Feminist Wife: Mishti ki masti (Scene 13)

[Astroboy11]

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Is there a reason you insist on needing likes rather than the comments requesting further updates?

[ashuezy2]

Is there a reason you insist on needing likes rather than the comments requesting further updates?

I want to know how many people are actually reading, so to me it is a read count and not a like count.

But just to think - [I read it] - button - makes sense along with like, but since it is not there, I just need minimum 10 readers to continue posting.

[Astroboy11]

I want to know how many people are actually reading, so to me it is a read count and not a like count.

But just to think - [I read it] - button - makes sense along with like, but since it is not there, I just need minimum 10 readers to continue posting.

Fair enough

[ashuezy2]

Scene 13: The Broken Brotherhood

I had a complete plan forming in my head. I was done reacting; it was time to start hunting. I sat on the sofa early in the morning the next day and placed online orders for four Apple AirTags marked for express delivery. I separately ordered keychains and waterproof cases that I could hook under their vehicles. I needed to monitor their exact locations. Where they went, who they met, where they slept. More data meant better decision making. I was no longer just a corporate employee; my mind was working like a military personnel preparing for a covert strike. 

Hours later, the package arrived. I was sitting in my bedroom, silently setting up the trackers on my phone, when the doorbell rang. 

I looked at the hallway. Mishti was in the kitchen. The bell rang again, aggressively. I quickly shoved the AirTags and the cases into my bedroom drawer and walked out. 

I opened the main door, and my heart completely stopped. 

I was shocked. It was Amit. 

Amit had come, but he wasn't alone. He was with Shweta Bhabhi, Yash, and Sangram. 

What was going on?

My mind raced in panic. Was Amit involved all along? No way. Amit is my childhood friend. He is as clueless as I was. But why was he here with these monsters? Shweta Bhabhi stepped inside, wearing a tight, sleeveless dress. She looked at Mishti, who had come out of the kitchen, and smiled that wicked, dirty smile. "It is time," Shweta said simply. 

I stood near the door, completely frozen. I didn't know what to say. I looked at Amit. His face was pale, full of confusion and rising anger. He looked like a man who had been dragged here against his will. 

Yash pushed past me, clapping his hands. "Oye," Yash sneered, pointing at me and looking at Amit. "This is your friend, nah? Come. Today we will show you, real magic. This will be fun."

Sangram cracked his knuckles, closing the main door behind them and locking it. "Yes, I want to see this."

Amit looked at me, his eyes searching for an answer. "Shubhankar? What is happening? Why did Shweta bring me here with these goons?"

Yash laughed loudly, an ugly, grating sound. "Hey Amit, you have no idea. Your innocent, quiet friend here... he was pounding your wife in the shower."

Amit’s face dropped. The color completely drained from his cheeks. "What?" 

I thought, Damn the cameras! He had put them everywhere. The hidden cameras in the bathroom. I had forgotten how deep Malik and Yash’s surveillance went in my own house. 

"Shubhankar?" Amit asked, his voice shaking. He took a step towards me. "Is he telling the truth?"

I just couldn't look at Amit. I looked down at the carpet, my fists clenched at my sides. 

Yash and Sangram were laughing like evil criminals. They were enjoying the destruction of our friendship. 

"Saala(Bastard)," Yash mocked, slapping my shoulder hard. "This person whom we thought was a chutiya(asshole), he was having the time of his life. Sucking on your wife's big tits while you were in your office."

"I don't believe you," Amit shouted, his face turning red. "Shubhankar would never do that! Shweta would never..."

"Bsdk(Cunt), I have everything recorded," Yash interrupted coldly. He pulled out his large smartphone. "See this video on my phone."

Yash held the screen up to Amit's face. I didn't need to look; I knew exactly what was playing. The high-definition footage of me and Shweta naked under the hot water, my mouth on her heavy, milk-swollen breasts, her screaming my name. 

Amit watched the video. His breathing stopped. I saw tears instantly well up in his eyes. His entire world, his marriage, his trust in his best friend—all of it shattered in ten seconds. 

Now I was in deep trouble. Yash not only fucked my wife, he brought clients to my house, he made me shameless, and now my best friend thinks I am actively cheating with his wife for fun. 

"Amit, listen to me!" I shouted, tears of real frustration falling from my eyes. "I didn't want to! They forced me! Look at what they are doing to my house, Amit! They are running a brothel here! I had to survive!" I was crying and explaining to Amit the torture I had to go through, the psychological hell, the threats. But I never explained my plans. I couldn't mention the gun or the trackers. Not with Sangram standing right there. 

"Oh my, little anger," Yash mocked, waving his hand dismissively. "Let me calm you down. Since you have already enjoyed so much with Amit's wife, it is only natural that he gets his chance to be with your wife. Mishti? Right? It is fair, absolutely fair."

Yash turned to my wife, who was leaning against the dining table, enjoying the drama. "Hey Mishti, what say you? Huh? Wanna have fun with your husband's friend?"

Mishti shrugged, a shameless smile on her lips. "I don't mind. He looks stressed. I can relieve him."

"No," Amit backed away, shaking his head wildly. "I am not doing it. These are just your sick tricks. I am not going to do it!"

Shweta Bhabhi walked up to Amit and patted his cheek mockingly. "Oh sweetu, I am giving you permission. Go ahead. Be a man for once."

Amit looked at Shweta like he was looking at a demon. The Sati Savitri facade had completely melted away. 

"Now I know," Amit whispered, his voice cracking with pure heartbreak. "Now I know what kind of women I got married into. Shweta! What is your count? 10 or 50? Since when has this been going on?" He pointed a trembling finger at her stomach. "That baby... Munna... is he even mine at all?"

Shweta laughed, a cold, heartless sound that echoed in the living room. "Maybe... or maybe not."

Amit let out a scream of pure rage and lunged at her. 

"Let's tie both of them up and see," Yash commanded sharply. 

Before Amit could touch Shweta, Sangram grabbed him from behind. I tried to move, but Yash tackled me to the floor. They were too big, too strong. Within minutes, Yash and Sangram had grabbed me and tied me tightly to a wooden dining chair using thick nylon ropes they brought in a bag. 

The same happened with Amit, but he was thrown and tied lying down on his back on the large living room sofa, his arms and legs spread and secured to the heavy wooden legs of the furniture. 

"As I was saying," Yash smirked, dusting his hands. "Mishti has the right to spend time with Amit. Since Shubhankar is a cheat, he cheats on his wife openly."

Shweta stood over Amit, looking down at his tear-stained face. "Go ahead, Mishti," she commanded. "Take him."

Mishti walked over to the sofa. She didn't hesitate. She unzipped Amit's trousers and pulled them down, ignoring his frantic struggles and screams. She stripped off her own top and panties, her breasts bouncing as she climbed completely on top of him. 

"No! Get off me! Shubhankar, help!" Amit cried, fighting against the ropes. 

But biology is a cruel thing. Mishti was a master at this now. She took him fully inside her, grinding her heavy ass down on his trapped hips. She rode him aggressively, leaning forward to smear her sweaty breasts over his face. Amit hated it, he was crying in pure emotional agony, but his body betrayed him under her expert, forceful rhythm. He could not escape her tight grip.

Within ten minutes, with a suppressed, humiliated groan, Amit cummed inside her. He squeezed his eyes shut, sobbing helplessly on my sofa. 

Mishti smiled, climbing off him and wiping herself. "He's quick," she joked to Shweta. 

But Yash wasn't done breaking Amit's mind. 

"Watch this, Amit," Yash said, unbuckling his belt. 

Yash grabbed Shweta Bhabhi right in front of Amit's tear-filled eyes. He didn't even take her to the bedroom. He bent Shweta over the glass center table. Shweta eagerly pulled her dress up, exposing her heavy thighs and round bottom. Yash took her forcefully from behind. 

"This is how wives are meant to be fucked, Amit!" Yash shouted over Shweta's loud, echoing moans. He slapped her ass hard, leaving red handprints. Shweta screamed in pleasure, completely degrading herself in front of her tied-up husband. 

Both me and Amit were left distraught. I was tied to the chair, watching my best friend's soul get crushed into powder. 

I had to do something. I had to end this before Amit lost his mind completely and did something suicidal. 

So I spoke up, making my voice sound completely broken and defeated. "Both me and Amit accept your ways now, Mishti and Shweta. Please spare this torture. We don't need to be tied. You have complete freedom. We won't stop you."

I looked over at Amit. He was crying, his face red with anger, trying desperately to pull and break the thick ropes around his wrists. He was going to get himself killed. 

I caught Amit's eye. I stared deep into his eyes and gave a slow, deliberate tilt of my head. Just a millimeter. A silent message between childhood friends: Stop fighting. Trust me. Play the game.

Amit stopped struggling. He looked at me, his chest heaving. He saw the cold, calculated darkness hiding behind my tears. He understood. 

Amit let his head fall back onto the sofa, forcing his body to go limp. "You have my permission too, Shweta," Amit said, his voice dead. "Do what you want."

Yash replied with an evil, booming laughter. He pulled out of Shweta, zipping up his pants. Sangram and Yash were giving high fives to each other, making filthy jokes about me and Amit being the biggest cuckolds in Delhi. 

"Please untie these ropes of mine," I said quietly, looking at the floor. "I won't run."

Sangram walked over, pulling a knife from his pocket, and sliced the ropes around my wrists and ankles. I stood up slowly, rubbing my bruised skin. 

I walked quietly inside my bedroom. I opened the drawer, took two of the Apple AirTags secured inside their waterproof cases, and slipped them deep into my trouser pockets. 

I walked back out to the living room. Yash was smoking a cigarette, blowing smoke into Amit's face. 

"I need some fresh air," I said, pointing towards the door. "I need to go out for a walk."

Yash looked at me, a victorious smirk on his face. He thought I was running away to cry in the park. He nodded. "Go. Don't do anything stupid."

I walked outside the house to the parking lot. My hands were perfectly steady now. The tears were gone. 

I found Yash's black SUV parked near the visitor section. I pretended to tie my shoelace, reached under the rear bumper, and let the keychain snap onto the metal chassis, completely hidden from view. I walked a few more meters and found Sangram's modified Royal Enfield bike. I stuck the second tracker deep under the seat, attaching it to the dark metal frame. 

They would not know a damn thing. These trackers would easily work for 2 years on their batteries. 

I pulled out my phone and opened the tracking app. Two green dots appeared on my screen, perfectly active. 

Now I would know where Yash lived. I would know his last location before he slept. I also would know where Sangram slept. I had their coordinates. 

Laugh all you want, Yash, I thought, looking at my flat. The hunt has officially begun.

[Paty@123]

Excellent continuation, plz continue and update plz sir

[Astroboy11]

Looking forward to the next update.

[Paty@123]

Waiting for next update

[ashuezy2]

This weekend will add more episodes.

[Paty@123]

Tq sir for information and assurance

[sat200322]

Excellent build up, please continue!

[Curiousbull]

Hunter becomes the hunted. Nice.

[Yours_bear_for]

Bro This is an Amazing Story, I don’t know when you will give next update and I don’t want you to rush things but I have only one request from my side PLEASE GIVE THE STORY A HAPPY ENDING(Please Let the husband win because he already suffered alot)

If you want to discuss any thing related to the story like ideas or plots; I am happy to help you(I am bit of a writer too)

[Paty@123]

Sir, weekend has been over, plz update

[Yours_bear_for]

Hey When can we get an update?

[Paty@123]

Plz update sir

[Yours_bear_for]

Bhai Everyone is eagerly waiting. Please Update?

[Paty@123]

Today is the next Sunday sir, any updates for your stories plz

[ashuezy2]

Got busy and tired with lots of work, this weekend will add more scenes.

[Paty@123]

Welcome

[Yours_bear_for]

Bhai please give big update