Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

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CHAPTER 37

Just as Shrutika pulled the door open—still dressed in nothing but her long, oversized T-shirt—her sheepish smile vanished.

“Kodpe?” she blurted, the name slipping out in a mix of shock and humiliation. Her cheeks flushed instantly. She had been prepared for the waiter… not the man she had just replaced as SHO Ambruj.

What was meant to be a playful moment—something her husband Vikrant had dared her into during their video call—had suddenly turned into an embarrassing, vulnerable situation.

“What… what are you doing here?” Shrutika managed, trying to swallow her panic and sound composed. “Weren’t you supposed to leave for your next posting?”

It took Kodpe a second to respond. His eyes had already swept downward, taking in her bare legs before he snapped his gaze back up. He didn’t bother hiding his amusement.

“Should I come in,” he said flatly, “or do you want to have this conversation at the door… like this?”

Shrutika stiffened. The implication wasn’t lost on her. Behind the phone placed on the table, Vikrant was still watching everything, frozen in surprise.

“Oh… right,” she muttered, hesitating for a moment before stepping aside. She wasn’t just embarrassed about her state of dress—letting a male colleague into her room at this hour was risky in itself, especially in a small posting like Ambruj.

“I know it’s late,” Kodpe continued as he brushed past her, completely ignoring the need for an invitation, “but this discussion can’t wait.”

His tone carried authority, but his eyes glittered with something else—something that made Shrutika even more uncomfortable.

Kodpe was everything people whispered about: a textbook example of a power-hungry, well-connected officer who had thrived under the local MLA and Saad Hasan’s patronage. His transfer had come too abruptly for his liking, leaving behind loose ends he desperately needed to tie up.

Pulling her T-shirt lower, Shrutika shut the door and folded her arms.

“Couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?” she said, irritation slowly replacing embarrassment. “If it’s official, we can speak in the station during office hours. Barging into my room at night is unnecessary.”

But Kodpe only smirked faintly, unfazed.

And Vikrant watched in tense silence from the screen—realizing this encounter was about to become far more complicated than either of them had intended.

Taking a seat on the old wooden chair near the bed, Kodpe looked around the room as if inspecting a crime scene. Without looking back at Shrutika he finally spoke very casually. "I won't take much of your time," turning his gaze towards Shrutika. "It seems, you were getting ready for bed ," he added hinting towards Shrutika's skimpy attire and gestured his hand towards the bed, requesting her to have a seat.

"I'm fine," Shrutika bluntly replied, keeping her distance as she stood against the wall opposite to Kodpe.

“Alright then, I’ll come straight to the point,” Kodpe said, shrugging as if brushing aside unnecessary formalities. A tired sigh followed. “My transfer hasn’t been cancelled, so relax—you’re not losing anything. Your request for field experience is still approved.”

He lifted both hands, palms out, a wry smile tugging at his lips, clearly unconvinced by the justification she had given for the transfer.

“But,” he continued, “since everything was rushed, I requested the superiors to let me stay on for a few weeks. I need time to hand over the charge to you… and to close a few unresolved cases.” His voice dipped slightly. “I’m sure you understand what I’m referring to.”

His bluntness hung in the air as he reached into his pocket and smoothly pulled out a packet of cigarettes. In a single practiced motion, he flicked one out and placed it between his lips. Then he leaned forward, extending the packet to Shrutika.

“Thanks, but I don’t smoke,” Shrutika refused with quiet poise. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t smoke in my room either.” She folded her arms, making her boundary unmistakably clear.

Kodpe paused, momentarily thrown off by her certainty.

"No problem," he said at last, though his eyes continued assessing her, as if recalibrating something he had assumed about her.

“And as for your extended stay,” Shrutika went on, her tone steady and almost cool, “thank you for the heads-up. I don’t mind you being here a few more weeks for your… handover.” The faintest emphasis edged the last word. “Just be sure not to meddle in my work, and we’ll be fine.”

Her words weren’t loud, but they echoed with intent. She wanted him to know she wasn’t naïve, wasn’t intimidated, and certainly wasn’t unaware of what his lingering presence might truly mean.

Kodpe didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he studied her with an intensity that bordered on unsettling—quiet, unblinking, evaluating. The room seemed to contract slightly under the weight of the silence.

Then, very slowly, keeping his gaze locked with hers, he removed the unlit cigarette from his lips. Without so much as a flicker of irritation, he tossed it into the dustbin beside him. The gesture was deliberate—almost symbolic.

“No need to get hostile, Shrutika,” he said finally, a small, amused smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “I promise, you won’t even know I’m around. But I’ll be more than glad to help you with anything while I’m here. Official… or unofficial.” He paused, letting the implication settle. “I know this place like the back of my hand. If you ever find yourself in a pinch, I can assist.”

His tone was mild.
His smile was soft.
But the undercurrent beneath both was anything but simple.

And Shrutika felt it—clear as daylight.

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"Oh... fuckkkkk... I can't believe I am actually doing this... God... this is so wrong."

The words tumbled from Shipra's lips in a ragged, panting stream, thick with equal parts raw, unadulterated lust and physical exhaustion. Each syllable was punctuated by a sharp, desperate inhalation, hissing between her clenched teeth as her body performed a depraved and relentless ballet. Her hips pistoned up and down, bouncing on Patode's cock, while her right arm, stretched through the open window, worked with furious intensity in servicing the stranger's rigid thick manhood.

"What's so wrong and unbelievable, Shipra?" Patode questioned mockingly, an arrogant smirk plastering across his face as he relaxed into the passenger seat. He was having the time of his life, a spectator and participant in this well-orchestrated, scandalous erotic tableau, content to let her do all the sweating, straining work. His voice was a lazy, taunting drawl. "Is it the fact that you're now cheating on that wimp of a husband with not just one lover, but also with a total stranger out in the open like a common whore?" He chuckled, a low, vibrating sound she could feel deep inside her. "Or is it that you're loving this depraved cheating act so much that your 'faithful' cunt is creaming all over my dick like never before. And your hips can't stop grinding on my dick and neither your hand giving this lucky creep a handjob."

"Shut the fuck up Patode," Shipra spat in a tone laced with unquenchable lust yet with an hint of rebellion. "And stop acting like an arrogant asshole when you yourself are on the very edge of loosing control," Shipra smirked as she let go of the strangers cock and put both her hands on Patode's sweaty chest and began grinding in deep intense rythm. "I can see right through that smug smile of yours, you cocky pervert. Your cock has been twitching wildly deep inside me. You're about to explode any minute now. Isn't it?" Shipra teased as she upped her tempo. Each movement a calculated act of provocation making Patode groan in both pleasure and effort to delay his ejaculation.

The air grew thick with the sounds of skin on skin, of labored breathing. "Should I slow down?" she taunted, her voice dropping to a venomous, intimate whisper as she paused and glared directly into Patode's eyes. "And save you the embarrassment of nutting prematurely in front of an old man?" She chuckled and with a slow, deliberate movement, she turned her head, her smoldering gaze shifting from Patode's face to the window. 

Her taunt died momentarily on her lips. The stranger outside, surprising both her and Patode, had opened the car door without them noticing. He stood there, ducked slightly to peer into the intimate chaos, a silent, captivated spectator. A faint, appreciative smile played on his lips as he watched, utterly engrossed in the erotic, volatile scene unfolding before him in the confined space of the car.

While stroking his cock, which was by now profusely coated with a slick, glistening layer of precum, he gave Shipra a hungry and deeply creepy smile, his eyes holding a predatory glint. "Don't worry, bitch," he spoke, his voice thick and heavy with naked lust, each word dripping with crude intent. "If your lover here nuts before satisfying you, I will be more than happy to tear that slutty cunt of yours with my fat dick." He paused, letting the vulgar threat hang in the cramped space.

He then moved, inching further inside the cramped cabin with deliberate, unhurried movements. His presence was an intrusion, a violation of the space that had, until a moment ago, belonged only to Shipra and Patode. He cautiously placed his coarse, weathered hands on Shipra's bare back. The contrast was jarring—his rough, wrinkled skin against her soft, smooth flesh. He began to caress her slowly, his touch surprisingly gentle yet utterly violating, all while maintaining that intense, unsettling eye contact with her.

Shipra was taken aback, a jolt of shock running through her. But beneath the shock, in the haze of her already heightened arousal, something else stirred. The sheer audacity of the intrusion, the raw danger of it, was a potent fuel to the fire Patode had ignited. Her curiosity, sharp and undeniable, peaked as her eyes were drawn, almost against her will, to his cock. She had never seen a circumcised one before, let alone one this impressively thick, and so close. It was a bizarre, clinical observation in the midst of such chaos, but it was there.

“What the hell do you think you're doing, you old creep?” Shipra managed to raise her concern, a sense of propriety still lingering somewhere. Her voice was a mix of distress and caution, but it lacked the full force of outrage. She gave him a cold, guarded look and shrugged her shoulder, trying to push his intrusive hand away.

A shameless, condescending smirk played on the old man's lips. He completely ignored her resistance, his hand finding its way back to her back almost instantly, this time sliding lower, his fingers tracing the small strip of her bra before moving up to fidget with its hook. “Don’t act all modest and shy now, darling,” he murmured, his voice an oily, conspiratorial whisper. “Is this not why your lover brought you here? To experience the kink of exhibitionism? To open you up to new, more erotic ways to pleasure? To SHARE you?” He paused, gauging her reaction, his thumb rubbing small circles on her spine. Before she could form a reply, he continued, his tone dropping even lower. “Besides, I’m just appreciating the sexiness of your body. And I can see”—he gestured down with a slight, proud jerk of his chin toward his raging erection, the movement both an offer and a taunt—“your curiosity growing as well. Seeing it so close for the first time… makes a slutty bitch like you wonder, doesn’t it? How different it would really be. How it would feel… inside.”

His words slithered into her mind, bypassing her guard and weaving into the intoxicating mix of arousal and exhibitionist thrill. Shipra didn’t object this time. She let him continue his caress, his rough hand a brand on her skin. Her eyes remained fixed on his cock, her hips beginning to rock again on Patode’s dick, who was lost in a world of impending orgasm, his eyes squeezed shut as he groaned.

“Look at your lover,” the stranger chuckled softly, a knowing sound. “He’s trying so hard to stretch his pleasure, but he’s about to blow. He’s right on the edge.” With a deft, practiced flick of his fingers, he snapped the hook of her bra. Shipra's swollen, sweat-sheened breasts broke free from the confines of the strained fabric, bouncing heavily with the movement.

“Here,” he murmured, his breath warm on her ear. “This will bring him over the edge and out of his misery.”

Shipra gasped, a sharp cry of shock and sudden exposure. But before she could even think to cover herself, Patode’s eyes snapped open. He wasn’t angry at the man’s presumption; he was grateful. He grabbed both her swollen tits, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and squeezed them hard. He lunged forward, latching onto one erect nipple, sucking it into his mouth like a starving man. He alternated between her two breasts, pulling and teasing, drawing loud, keening moans from Shipra—an intoxicating mixture of pain and raw pleasure.

Shipra threw her head back, her eyes squeezing shut as she surrendered completely to the double onslaught. One man’s rough, calloused hand on her back, a silent, waiting presence, and the other, her lover, latched onto her chest while buried deep inside her. Her hands clutched Patode’s shoulders, her nails digging in as she lost herself. Patode groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated need, as he began to pump his cock in frantic, powerful strokes, trying to draw out every last drop of pleasure before the inevitable release. 

“Unggggg," with a shuddering breath that was more a groan, Patode paused, his body tensing up in anticipation of a release. His cock, slick and aching, halted its pistoning inside Shipra's core. The sound was torn from deep within him, a guttural noise of pure, overwhelming sensation. He panted, his breath fogging the already steamed-up windows. 

“I can't hold it much longer, Shipra,” he confessed, his usually controlled voice now laced with a raw urgency, a tremor of failing control.

A sound of pure, primal frustration erupted from Shipra. “Nooo!” It was almost a scream, a desperate wail against the sudden, agonizing emptiness. “Don't you fucking dare leave me on the edge, Patode. Ohh godddd... I am so close.” Her body, still wracked with the echoes of pleasure, refused to accept defeat. She continued to grind her hips , a futile, instinctive attempt to recapture the friction, to chase the fading embers of her climax. 

Patode shook his head slowly, a thin veneer of helplessness in the gesture that was thoroughly betrayed by the slow, cruel smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. “I can’t help it, Shipra,” he said, his voice a low, rough whisper that feigned defeat. “This… this erotic situation,” he paused, letting the words hang in the air, heavy with judgment, “and your total, shameless involvement in it… it’s turned out to be far more stimulating than I ever anticipated.”

Patode wasn’t succumbing to passion; he was an architect executing a plan, his act of frailing stamina was just another tool of manipulation. This was the pivotal moment, the culmination of the unspoken promise he had made to Salim. He was not just defiling Shipra himself; he was crafting the scene, creating the circumstances for the old man’s vicarious thrill. His mission was to shatter any remaining scrap of her dignity, to lower her to a place where the final, most humiliating act would feel almost inevitable.

With a slow, deliberate turn of his head, Patode cast a conspiratorial, colluding wink at the old man. It was a silent flash of complicity between them—a shared acknowledgment that the trap was sprung, the prey was exactly where they wanted her.

“Now,” he murmured, the word drawn out and syrupy with false concern, “if you don’t want me to flood your fertile womb with my seeds…” He let the crude, visceral image bloom in her mind. His eyes glinted with malicious amusement as he delivered the final, impossible choice. “…you better let me pull out.”

“Fuckkkk,” Shipra hissed, the word dripping with venomous dissatisfaction. The threat of a creampie, once a thrilling possibility, was now a stark reality. Panic, sharp and cold, cut through the haze of her lust. She scrambled off his lap with an ungainly haste, a fluid, sensual motion replaced by clumsy desperation.

As she tried to hopped off, Patode, a flicker of his old cunning returning, saw his chance. With a swift, gentle push, he made her lean backwards, her elbows bracing against the cool surface of the front dashboard. His cock, freed from its warm prison, popped out of her pussy with an audible, wet sound, like a champagne cork signifying the end of a celebration. It stood rigid and proud, glistening with their combined moisture, pearly strands of his own pre-cum mingling with the evidence of her arousal.

“Damn,” the strangers voice, rough with awe and undisguised hunger, cut through the silence. “Look at the fucking mess.”
The old creep lurking just inside the gate, stood frozen. His eyes, wide and popping from their sockets, were fixed on the scene before him. He took in everything: Shipra's heaving back, the way her saree was bunched around her waist, and most of all, the vivid, carnal proof of their passion. Shipra's well-fucked pussy, puffy and red, still dripping and oozing with their combined love juices, a glistening trail running down the inside of her thigh was on display for him. His gaze then shifted to Patode, whose cock was creaming from the sensitive tip all the way down to his balls, a monument to the intensity of the moment they had just shared.

In the very next moment a lewd, wet, and frantic sound-the rhythmic, urgent squelch of Patode's fist pumping his own cock shattered the heavy silence in the cabin. His muscles were coiled tight, a growl rumbling in his chest. "Fuck... here it comes," he gritted out, his body seizing with the impending climax. His cock twitched violently in his hand, and with a guttural groan, hot ropes of his thick jizz erupted upwards. It shot straight up, arcing through the stuffy air to land with a soft, warm splash on Shipra's sweaty heaving chest, a pearly ribbon latching onto the skin between her swollen breasts. Another pulse sent a spatter across her chin and lower lip, a few drops clinging to the soft, full curves. 

She remained perfectly still, her eyes flinching a bit but were passionately locked onto the mesmerizing display of his pleasure. But beneath the awe, a flicker of something else resided in her gaze-a subtle, hungry plea, a silent question whispered from the depths of her still-clenching core: And what about me?

"Ohhh...yes," Patode groaned, his voice a whisper of profound satisfaction. His cock, still twitching, kept spurting, the final, weaker streaks painting a milky decoration across the very heart of her desire-her well fucked cunt. The warm fluid dripped down from her slick folds, tracing the tender skin of her inner thighs before finally settling into the dark, mysterious crevices of her ass. "That was fucking mind-blowing... so satisfying," he exhaled loudly, his body slumping bonelessly into the passenger seat, his eyes already fluttering closed in a sated daze.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Sound of a dry, condescending click of the tongue cut through the post-coital haze of the cabin. The old man in lurking at the gate, who had been enjoying the voyeurism till now drew the attention of Shipra and Patode. He shifted his attention from the utterly spent Patode to Shipra, whose body still thrummed with an unfulfilled ache.

"Looks like your lover," he said, the word dripping with sarcasm, "is no better than your lousy husband. Leaving you craving for more." A low, derisive chuckle escaped his thin lips. "That impressive dick of his? All flash and no substance, it seems. Leaving such a fine, eager slut high and dry." His gaze was a physical weight on her, pinning her in place. He gestured vaguely at her still-wet, still-wanting body. "Just look at you. Glossed and ready, but the fire inside isn't out, is it? It's still burning."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that was somehow more demeaning than his laughter. "Maybe you need a new lover. Or perhaps.." he let the word hang in the air, his eyes roaming over her disheveled form with a new, calculating light, "two dicks at a time to keep that itchy, cheating cunt of yours truly satisfied. What do you think, bitch? Is that what it's going to take?" He reached out with a gnarled finger and slowly, deliberately, traced the trail of glistening fluids on her thigh, his touch sending a shiver that was equal parts revulsion and a strange, unwanted thrill through her. He turned her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his. 

"In that case, why don't you give my cock a try?" The proposal was put forth not as a question, but as a logical conclusion. "You're clearly hungry for more, and this way, your curiosity will be answered. You'll finally know how wonderful it would feel to be fucked by a circumcised dick for once. It will be like losing your virginity again, but this time, with the kind of dick all prim and proper cheating housewives LIKE YOU deserve."

As he spoke, his tracing finger changed its course. It slid upwards, with a purpose that was no longer exploratory but demanding. It brushed against her sensitive, slick folds, the contact making her flinch and moan in the same breath. Her body, still humming with Patode's unfulfilled promise, betrayed her. A fresh wave of aching need pulsed through her, a traitorous voice whispering that perhaps, any filling would do.

Shipra stared into the old man's eyes, her mind a battlefield. The word 'no' formed, but got lost in the haze of her arousal. When his finger pressed again, her climax-deprived body moved on its own. Her hips lifted, a pathetic, instinctive buck, chasing the pressure, silently begging his fingers to plunge into the aching void Patode's sudden withdrawal had created. She bit her lower lip, a silent surrender trembling on the edge of becoming reality.

But then, battered and bruised, her senses clawed its way to the surface. She grabbed the old man's bony wrist, her grip tight with a surge of revulsion-fueled strength.

"Don't push your luck, creep." Her voice was a pant, breathless, but she forced steel into it, using the handhold to push his intrusive finger away. She straightened her back, a monumental effort that made her head spin. "Consider yourself lucky we even allowed you to watch," she said, forcing a look of pure disdain onto her face. "But the show's over now." She released his wrist with a dismissive flick, as if touching him had soiled her.

But the old man was unfazed. In a movement so swift it caught her off guard, he snatched her hand. He wasn't trying to fight her; he was redirecting her. He pressed her palm firmly against his raging hardon, throbbed with energy.

"Darling," he croaked, a triumphant little smile playing on his lips, "once you get a feel of my cock stretching that needy cunt of yours, you'll be the one feeling lucky." He gave her wrist a sharp jerk, pulling her closer to him.

He then turned his head, his lecherous gaze landing on Patode, who had been watching the entire exchange with a detached, almost clinical amusement.

"I'm sure your pervert lover here won't mind if we hopped in the back seat and continued the erotic show." He jerked a thumb towards the car. "But this time, for him. That way, he could finally empathize with that clueless cuck husband of yours for once." He let out another rasping laugh. "Hahaha! He can watch from the outside, looking in. See how he likes it."

Shipra fell silent. The words hung in the air, ugly and provocative. She should have been furious, should have spat in his face. But a treacherous part of her mind latched onto the idea. She looked at Patode, a mischievous, vengeful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips despite herself. The image of him, the smug, arrogant Patode, being forced to watch, to feel the same helpless, humiliation he so casually mocks Alok for… it was a delicious, petty thought.

Maybe then he would stop his cruel jokes. Maybe then for once he would understand. And most importantly how would he react?

Her gaze shifted from the old man to Patode, expecting to see a flash of possessive anger, a snarl of masculine outrage. She was waiting for him to put this repulsive intruder in his place.

But the reaction never came.

Patode wasn't angry. He wasn't even amused anymore.

He was simply… aroused.

He tilted his head, a thoughtful frown on his face as he assessed the old man, as if weighing a proposition. 

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“Holy shit…!” Namrata’s voice rang out—high-pitched, startled, yet edged with a loose, tipsy amusement. The words bounced off the walls of her newly shared apartment, louder than she intended, but alcohol had long since dulled her restraint. The evening had begun innocently enough—just two new roommates, Rakhi and Namrata, getting to know each other over drinks, exchanging harmless gossip and laughter.

But as the hours slipped by and the whiskey level in the bottle steadily dropped, so did their guard. Each sip seemed to loosen something unspoken within them—layers of hesitation peeling away, privacy dissolving into the hazy warmth of intoxication. Now they sat on the floor, backs resting lazily against the sofa, legs stretched toward the center table cluttered with glasses, a nearly empty bottle, and an ashtray overflowing with half-smoked cigarette butts. A faint veil of smoke hung in the air, illuminated by the dim yellow light above, giving the room a dreamy, almost surreal quality.

Their conversation had drifted far from casual chatter. What started as girly talks had deepened into something raw and unfiltered. Words came easier now—unguarded, reckless, and honest in a way sobriety rarely allowed. Secrets they had never voiced before slipped out between laughter and long pauses, each revelation met with shock, disbelief, and then another round of drinks.

Rakhi leaned back, her head tilting against the sofa, eyes half-lidded yet gleaming with mischief. Namrata, equally unsteady, stared at her with a mix of curiosity and disbelief, the kind that only comes when boundaries have already been crossed and there’s no turning back.

“You got… knocked up? Seriously?” Namrata’s eyes widened, her disbelief cutting through the haze of alcohol. Even in her drunken state, the revelation hit her like a jolt. For a brief moment, she opened her mouth as if to respond, but no words came out. Whether it was the weight of what Rakhi had just confessed or her own carefree non judgmental nature that held her back from reacting impulsively, even she couldn’t tell.

That pause, however, worked in Rakhi’s favor. Seeing no judgment in Namrata’s expression, only surprise, Rakhi’s tense shoulders eased. A faint, almost relieved smile appeared on her lips.

“Yeah…” Rakhi shrugged lightly, as if trying to downplay the gravity of it. She picked up her glass and finished the remaining drink in one swift motion, placing it back on the table with a soft thud. “You know, Namrata, from the moment I met you, I had this feeling… that you’re not the kind of person who judges. That’s why—” she exhaled deeply, “—that’s why you’re the first person I’ve ever told this to. And honestly… I feel so much lighter right now.”

Namrata’s expression softened. She reached out, taking Rakhi’s hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Hey… thanks for trusting me,” she said warmly, her tone reassuring despite the slur creeping in. “Shit happens. Life gets messy. It doesn’t make you any less of who you are. I can only imagine how confusing and overwhelming it must’ve been back then.”

She paused for a second, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes as curiosity took over. “But… if you don’t mind me asking,” she added with a teasing smile, “out of the two lovers you mentioned earlier… which one was it?”

Rakhi let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t mind at all. I’ve made peace with it,” she said calmly. “It was a different time… I was younger, sexually curious, reckless, trying to prove I was independent, making choices without thinking them through. Just… a foolish phase.”

She leaned back slightly, her tone turning playful, almost conspiratorial. “And let’s not forget—we agreed not to reveal names or get into details about past lovers. Your rule, remember? A smart one, by the way. Made tonight a lot easier.”

Namrata chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“But since you’re curious…” Rakhi continued, her smile widening with a hint of mischief, “I can at least tell you this—it wasn’t either of them.” She paused just long enough to build suspense. “It was… someone else entirely.”

Namrata raised an eyebrow, intrigued. 

“A young guy from the village,” Rakhi said, her voice dropping slightly, as if sharing a secret. “He used to work for them. Rough around the edges, a bit of a troublemaker… the last person anyone would’ve guessed.”

Namrata let out a low whistle, half in shock, half in amusement. “Damn…” she murmured, shaking her head. “Now that… I did not see coming.”

“So,” Rakhi said, closing in with a slow, deliberate lean, her voice dropping into a cocky drawl. “I suppose I can officially call myself the winner of this lewd competition… our little anthology of erotic, foolish, and wildly risky sexcapades.” She raised her empty glass in mock triumph, a self-satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

Namrata didn’t look up right away. She was already moving toward the bottle on the centre table,“Not so fast, Rakhi dear,” she said, her tone light but edged with something darker—something proud and scandalous waiting to unfurl. She emptied the bottle in both of their glasses, making another round of drinks, the ice clinking like tiny bells, “Wait till I tell you the real erotic tale. The one about me and Shipra.”

Rakhi’s smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of curiosity. “Shipra? Your best friend right?”

“The very same.” Namrata turned, leaning against the sofa. “Shipra. She is in banking industry, just like you....but not corporate. But unlike you, she is Married. With a kid.” She let each detail land like a small bomb. Then her voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper. “And I made sure she tasted something her lousy husband could never give her.”

Rakhi’s mouth fell open—just a little, but enough. Her eyes sparkled, wide and hungry. “You’re lying.”

“I never lie about this kind of thing,” Namrata purred, handing her a fresh drink.

“Then go on.” Rakhi settled back, crossing her legs, suddenly the eager student. “Don’t stop now.”

Namrata took a long, slow sip, savoring the burn. “I won't....I'll tell you how she and I got seduced by this village hunk. Sound familiar?” She raised an eyebrow. “Much like your first lover. Coincidentally—just like in your case—he’s also a colleague of my friend. And he has a monster dick.” She laughed, low and filthy. “Maybe they’re the same person. The description matches perfectly. Same swagger. Same big veiny cock. Same stupid grin that makes you melt before he even touches you.”

Rakhi shifted in her seat, swallowing hard. “Go on.”

“Anyway,” Namrata continued, “first he fucked my brains out with little effort. Bent me over a rickety cot in a village guesthouse. I was screaming into a pillow while he split me open like a ripe mango. And after a day or two of this should satisfying sex in which he made me orgasm god knows how many times—I turned into his obedient little slut. He didn’t even have to ask. I offered. I helped him screw my married best friend. Held her hand while he pushed inside her. Told her to shut up and take it. Made her cheat on that useless husband of hers.”

Namrata’s chest heaved slightly, a flush creeping up her neck. “And you know what? I felt like I’d achieved something noble.”

Rakhi burst out laughing, then lightly slapped Namrata’s shoulder. “You’re evil, Namrata. Truly evil.”

“May be...but I did Shipra a favour,” Namrata grinned, unrepentant.

“Anyway continue,” Rakhi urged, leaning forward again. “I’m dying to know—how did you manage all this? The logistics, the lies, the timing? And…” Her voice turned sly. “Did she end up knocked up like me? By this bull of yours?” She chuckled, finding the whole thing wildly entertaining.

Namrata swirled her drink, ice cubes dancing. “No. I hope not. But I am not sure she is very submissive and maybe she'll end up knocked up by the time I return to her. I made sure he totally owned her before I left. Mind and body…” She let the words hang in the air. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s fucking her right now, filling her married cheating cunt with his seeds her right now. While her husband is completely clueless.”

They both laughed—a sharp, wicked sound—and clinked their glasses together. The whiskey was warm going down, but the secrets running between them were hotter.

“So,” Rakhi said, licking her lips, “tell me everything. From the beginning. And don’t leave out a single detail.”

Namrata set her glass down and crossed one leg over the other, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Oh… I won’t.”

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“Well… that was awkward and embarrassing,” Vikrant let out a soft chuckle. On the other end, Shrutika had just shut the door behind her and was walking back toward the bed, her movements quick, almost restless.

“Yeah…” she replied, her tone flat, clearly not sharing his amusement. She picked up her phone and held it up again, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I hope you enjoyed the whole situation. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get dressed before someone else decides to walk in.”

"Come on," Vikrant said, leaning back against his own headboard, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. "It was an amusing situation. Not as exciting as it would have been with the waiter, but entertaining nonetheless."

Shrutika’s eyes narrowed. She grabbed her pajama bottoms from the foot of the bed and yanked them on with sharp, efficient movements. "I am glad you found it entertaining," she said, each word dripping with sarcasm. She let herself fall back onto the mattress with a soft huff, staring at the ceiling for a second before turning her head toward the phone. "A normal husband would have been angry and jealous to find his wife's colleague in her hotel room this late at night… but I married a pervert, it seems."

Vikrant didn’t flinch. If anything, his grin widened. "You mean boring, insecure, and narrow-minded husbands who like to control their wives?" He tilted his head, feigning curiosity. "You want me to be like that?"

“Of course not,” she said quickly, then softened a little. “But… I don’t know. A little possessiveness once in a while wouldn’t hurt. It’s nice to feel wanted in that way.”

"I'll try, but no promises." He winked—slow, deliberate, unapologetic. "I like being a little pervert."

Despite herself, Shrutika felt the corner of her mouth twitch. She suppressed it.

"Anyways," he said, steering the conversation back to solid ground, "what was all that about?"

"I'm not sure." She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her expression shifting into something more thoughtful, more tired. "But that guy gives me the creeps. I'm sure he has some hidden agenda to get his joining postponed." She exhaled sharply, irritation flickering across her face at the mere thought of sharing workspace with Kodpe for the next few weeks.

"Yeah, that must be it," Vikrant agreed, though his tone carried a hint of something else—calculation, maybe. "On the other hand… his stay might be a positive development for you."

Shrutika frowned, propping herself up on one elbow. "And how's that?"

"Being the SHO of Ambruj for the past few years, he must have good links and a solid network." Vikrant’s voice dropped slightly, becoming more serious. "That might come in handy for you—not only to trace your Bhiva guy in Saads’ case, but to get some information helpful for your own personal task."

Shrutika exhaled slowly, considering it. “Hmm… you might be right. Maybe this is one of those unexpected turns that actually helps.” She paused, then added, her voice edged with discomfort, "But I hope I don't require his help. Didn't you see how blatantly he was leering at me? And his double-meaning last words are not lost on me."

Vikrant laughed—a warm, throaty sound. "Haha… you can't blame him. Seeing such a beauty like you, that too in such a revealing dress, can turn any hot-blooded man into a pervert." His voice turned thicker, more teasing. "He seemed to be the type of guy who thinks from his cock."

"Eww." Shrutika wrinkled her nose, genuine disgust flashing across her features. "You're such a vulgar person, Vikrant."

"I'm just stating the facts, Shruti dear," he said, utterly unbothered.

"Keep your facts to yourself." She shook her head, but there was no real heat in it anymore—just exhaustion. Fatigue was beginning to creep in. “I’m done for the day. I’ll grab some dinner and go to sleep. You should do the same.”

There was a brief pause before she added more softly, “Good night. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Vikrant replied, his voice gentler now. “Take care… and lock the door this time.”

She shook her head with a faint smile before ending the call, the room finally falling quiet around her.

END OF CHAPTER 37

I am dissatisfied with the update.. May be i had huge expectation i guess..
Could have been little more big..
Also couldnt find devolopment in story, mainly shipda part... This is my personal opinion...

[damien123456]

Chapter 37 is acceptable, but it does not meet expectations. Mr. Suraj, I would like to suggest that you do not allow Shipra to open her legs wide for Salim in this context, as I believe it would not be beneficial. If she gives him blowjob  and is then interrupted by a call or message just as Salim is about to fuck her, it could disrupt her focus and lead her to firmly refuse and leave the situation. This would raise many questions about how Patode  interacts with Salim and whether Toppo was able to fuck her. Most importantly, it would be an affront to Patode's beliefs regarding his masculinity and sexual prowess. This is my perspective and humble suggestion. However, please write the story as you envision it.

Welcome back, Suraj;

I hope you are well and believe you will soon feel better physically.

[penis.garlic]

Update was lukewarm

Looking forward to Shrutika Journey

Shipra has turned in to whore already

[yuvamuthu]

Good going ... When can we expect next update

[masbsara]

Short update. Big letdown. ??????

[drlund]

Awesome update but need the next one fast
. It was a very long wait

[Apyar]

Thank you for continuing the most amazing story of the site

Eagerly waiting for next update

[slammaster]

Thank you for your first update inna long time chapter 37 keep it going you're doing great getting back to it after so long I'm.sute you must feel great you done some good world building and development I'm.loking how things are going building anticipation and Climax great story very creative

[vk64]

Nice update
Waiting for next update

[slammaster]

It's obviously the author is coming back after a long absence he was on quite the role and I'm sure he didn't expect taking the hiatus from injury now fighting through pain fighting through time away he now has to do something very difficult even more difficult than starting a new story but continuing the same story almost from the beginning but from the halfway point I'm sure he has ideas of directions of where he wanted to go but to me it seems like he's freestyling it most lending it kind of flow naturally
My only request as he gets back into the groove of things is make it explicitly hardcore more degradation more heat more hot fucking and nudes more crazy circumstances more unpredictable predicaments more interfaith more erotic Don't rush but enjoy the moment describe the positions the bodies the thing the clothes everything from the internal turmoil confliction inside to the unspeakable actions going on and the sweat and marks the hotness of it all continue the good work and congratulations for your first update can't wait for more
Soon you'll be back to where you were making them long and action pack hard hitting and just as addictive cheers Hit me up in my DMS for support and to check more thank you

[drlund]

When can we expect next update

[ghost0011]

welcome back and thank you restarting the story. Nice update.

waiting for the next update. please post a big update bro.

[slammaster]

When's the next update?

[slammaster]

This chapter is a masterclass in slow-burn psychological cuckolding, power games, and layered temptation. It intercuts three parallel threads: Shipra’s public car degradation (the main erotic engine), Shrutika’s tense hotel-room power struggle (the slow-burn cop thread), and Namrata’s drunken confession to Rakhi (the backstory bridge that ties everything together). Nothing is random—every line advances the overarching theme of “respectable women” being methodically stripped of control by men who understand their hidden cravings.

[slammaster]

I really like exposing Shipra nude to a stranger it's hot as fuck I like the pussy in full view need more of this more humiliation more degration more voyerism public display everything is going so good full of surprises

[slammaster]

I am dissatisfied with the update.. May be i had huge expectation i guess..
Could have been little more big..
Also couldnt find devolopment in story, mainly shipda part... This is my personal opinion...

It was a master class of an update nothing Is Random everything is connected everything has meaning he's World building and doing a great job showing that he has some more tricks up his sleeves and a lot of different plans it's not one-dimensional it's multi-layered with different tones and different Paces for each scenario and character I say more of this he's truly talented and for an update coming back from an injury he has not missed a step I think it's only going to get a lot better i understand where you're coming from from the long wait but this update is pure gold it's as if he has not left he's not just running into blunt sex he's making it climatic worth it a lot of foreplay a lot of building that only makes the thrill and the reward more rewarding just sit back and relax he has not abandoned anything the threat is more alive than ever very hopeful for a bright future we have nothing to worry about we're in good hands expect the next couple of dates to be mind blowing

[drlund]

Update plz

[Strangerstf]

Excellent update... after long time.. hope you are doing well bro.

Keep up the good work.

[slammaster]

I thought we would have got the update Sunday for sure I hope he's doing well and I'll take too much painkillers cuz they make you drowsy