30-08-2021, 09:47 PM
Episode 24
There was a deep discussion going on between DCP Paul, ACP Dharana and Inspector Vajendra.
“Are you sure about this?” DCP asked his two subordinate officers.
“Yes sir, we are pretty sure. There’s something going on between Arun and Gowranga’s wife,” Dharana replied.
“Okay but can you say that with absolute certainty?”
“If you put it that way we can never be one hundred percent certain unless we can actually confirm seeing Arun and Gowranga’s wife engaging in sexual activity but apart from that all indications are that they have become sexually intimate.”
“You can get cybercrime to pull out the records of conversation or messages between the two of them can’t you? Asked Paul.
“I’ll need your authorisation on that sir,” replied Inspector Vajendra.
“Okay, I’ll see that you get it.”
“How did you come upon this information?” DCP asked.
It was Dharana’s turn to elaborate on how they stumbled on to this piece of news. “I have ordered surveillance of Arun’s activities for sometimes now sir.”
DCP Paul looked at him in puzzlement. Why had Arun on his own had become so important that someone was detailed to track just his activities rather than the activities of the whole crime organisation.
Understanding the look on his superior officer’s face Dharana hastened to explain. “I have a hunch that it was Arun who masterminded the killing of Vinod and hijacking the drug deal from Balveer.”
“That’s interesting go on.”
“All this indicated that Arun’s ambitions were much more than to just be a henchman for Gowranga, so I decided that we needed to keep an eye on him as something seemed to be brewing.”
“Were you of the opinion that Arun wanted to take over from Gowranga?” Asked Paul.
“Yes sir, that was my thinking.”
“That could turn out both ways if it was true. Either it would happen smoothly without much of a power struggle or it could turn out to be a bloody mess,” DCP Paul thought out aloud.
“Exactly sir, that’s what I thought too.” ACP Dharana thought process had been the same as that of his boss.
“I felt we had not paid adequate attention to him. If as I thought he had masterminded both Vinod’s death and the heist then he was way smarter than what we had given credit for.”
“And it looks like you were right weren’t you,” DCP Paul said with a wry smile.
Dharana smiled in return. “But even I didn’t expect this development between Gowranga’s wife and Arun.”
“What is the woman’s name?”
Dharana referred to his notes to confirm before replying. “Deepa sir. Arun must be wanting to use her to get to Gowranga because I don’t think he would have been attracted to her otherwise.”
“Why? Is she ugly or anything like that?”
“No sir you can’t say that. She must have been a fairly good-looking woman in her younger years but now she has become a little plumb and her looks has faded somewhat in her late thirties but she is what you would say just okay.”
“This Arun is younger isn’t he,” mused DCP Paul aloud.
“That’s true, If, he just wanted sex he could have easily got better looking and younger women. I think he plans to use her to get to Gowranga.”
“Continue what you are doing. Maybe we can cripple the gang and at the same time get Vinod’s killers as a bonus.
After further discussion between them both Dharana and Vajendra saluted DCP Paul and left.
“He did what?” Prema said as she felt a stirring in her loin.
“What did you tell him about me? He was so direct and bold,” Lekha exclaimed having still not got over what Prakash had done.
“Nothing much. Just that you were very much like me, a frustrated housewife who longs for a thick and long piece of meat to take us to rapture. In return he can feast on your body the way he did on mine.”
“I nearly died in fright. That rascal could have got me into a lot of trouble,” Lekha shuddered recalling the events of that evening. Her husband was lying in bed beside her in a drunken stupor, snoring loudly. He was in no position to listen to his wife’s conversation with Prema.
“Did you hold his cock when he pressed your hand on his groin?” Prema asked completely ignoring Lekha’s complaints.
“What I am saying what are you asking,” Lekha grumbled at her friend.
“Forget that, nothing went wrong did it? Now how did his cock feel when you squeezed it?”
Lekha recollected how his erect flesh felt in her fingers. She shuddered again thinking back about that but this time in arousal rather than fear. “God he was big,” was what she blurted out.
“He was, wasn’t he,” Lekha could imagine her friend leering as she said this. “You should see it up and live, ready for action. Just the sight can make your pussy leak.”
A sexually well packed man was not something new to Lekha. Vinod too was like that but she also remembered what ecstasy that big pole gave her and listening to Prema, Prakash was also of the same breed.
“He told me that you and he had a fantastic time in your cottage. He said you two did it three times. What stamina he must have.”
“Stamina and skill, that’s my Prakash. He leaves a tingling feeling in your cunt even after he has pulls out his sweet pole,” Prema laughed throatily.
“You enjoyed it a lot didn’t you?” Lekha said as her fingers slid down her body to her pussy.
Prema enjoyed making Lekha hot. She must make Lekha a slave to illicit sexual pleasures. If as expected her husband becomes a minister in the next state government then having a minister’s wife under her control could be useful both to her and her husband. They could use that to increase their own wealth. Everyone ultimately had their own selfish motive. One of the prime weaknesses for people in power seems to be sex. These sexual machinations had a dual purpose, one was personal pleasure and the other using that to achieve power or wealth.
“Lekha he is an animal in bed. He will fulfil all your fantasies you can be sure about that.”
Prema smiled as she heard a small moan escape from Lekha’s lips. She must be fingering her cunt now thinking of Prakash she thought to herself. I have to get her together with Prakash as soon as possible but first I have to set up a hidden camera to record everything she decided. It has to be set up well. It has to clearly show Lekha’s face as her lips are wrapped around Prakash’s thick tool. It should show her pussy totally being stretched by that massive girth of his love pole. Most importantly it should show Lekha’s expression as his cock ploughs into her. That agony like ecstasy expression would unmistakably show whoever was watching that the woman getting fucked completely under the control of her lover. Imagine if it was known that the woman being fucked by her lover was a minister’s wife, the video itself would be worth a lot of money. But her interest was not in such small stakes.
“I’ve planned for us to get together with Prakash for the coming week. Another thing when you come, come in a saree. You attire and make up should show that you are a married woman.”
Lekha was a bit puzzled by this. “I don’t quite get you Prema.”
“I mean you have to have your mangalsutra on, don’t take it off and leave it at home. Make sure you have vermillion on the parting of your hair, toe rings … basically the works.”
“Why Prema, why all this?”
“He is into married women (in a way literally Prema thought with a laugh, he liked to push his cock into willing married women), he gets inspired when he fucks women like us.”
Actually, Prakash did not request or expect anything like that but Prema wanted to establish what type of women is fornicating with a man in the video.
“Okay Prema,” Lekha said a little apprehensively,” Would it be safe Prema. He won’t blabber about us anywhere would he?”
“Be cool girl, he comes from a very big family. He would want his affairs to be discreet too, so don’t worry.”
“Okay I trust you Prema. You know best.”
“That the spirit, you know I’ll be there for you. Also be ready to suck for a long time till your jaw aches.”
Lekha felt a little shiver run through her on hearing this. “Why? Can he last a long time?”
“Oh boy can he … I sucked and sucked and all it did was get his cock to become bigger than it already was but he showed no sign of coming.”
Lekha started frigging herself faster. “Don’t worry .. I’ll manage.” Her voice came in gasps now. A man with huge sexual stamina and capacity was not new to Lekha, her departed lover Vinod was of the same ilk.
Prema was sure now that Lekha was fingering herself and by her gasping it seems she was very close to her orgasm. Now to just push her over the edge.
“When he shoves his cock in your pussy it would feel like he is slamming into your stomach and you’ll see stars. He’ll hump you till you come two or three times before he shoots his load into you.”
“Ahhmmm…..” This time Lekha groan was quite loud. Prema smiled at hearing her friend enjoy her self-induced orgasm.
“I missed you darling … muah..” Mounika gave a big wet kiss through the phone.
“Likewise, here baby, muah..” Prakash kissed back.
“It’s already passed two sweetheart. Have to sleep now and be fresh for you tomorrow my love. I can’t wait to be in your arms again,” Mounika said huskily.
“I can’t wait too. I can’t believe I’m going to have you the whole day tomorrow,” Prakash said.
“Yes, I know,” Mounika said happily,” We’ve not made love for more than a week and I need you badly. A few hours are not going to be enough so I’ve given an excuse at home that I’m occupied the whole day tomorrow.
“Thank you baby, a few hours are not enough for me too, I’ve been yearning for you too much.”
“My poor baby, I’ve starved you for too long,” Mounika cooed lovingly. She was blissfully unaware that her young lover’s needs had been taken care off by another horny rich housewife. “I must really make it up to him, do anything he asks,” she said to herself.
“Mounika, my voluptuous sex goddess, I have another rule for tomorrow.”
“What is it?” She asked excitedly. She knew it would be something arousing.
“Once we are in my Condo there won’t be any clothes on us for the whole day. We will be completely naked till we leave my place.”
Mounika blushed red on hearing this. “I’ve never done anything like this Prakash, not even with my husband. I don’t know if I could remain like that the whole day, I’ll feel too shy.”
“Nothing to be shy between the two of us. I’ll be naked too … and you will have a task.”
“What task?”
“Whenever you see my cock getting erect it would be your task to see that my erection come down and let me tell you it would stand up at least five or six times tomorrow.”
Good god, what a virile animal he is and what stamina he has got she thought as her body trembled in excitement and anticipation. He had literally promised her that he will fuck her at least five to six times tomorrow. She had never had sex that many times in a day in all her married life. The most her husband had made love to her in a night was three times when they were newly married. That too that had happened only once.
“You are terrible you know that, I don’t think I can manage so many times.”
“Yes, you can darling, each time we fuck it would be heaven, I promise you,” Prakash whispered throatily.
Mounikla had a good sleep that night, her dreams filled with images of she and Prakash thrashing around naked in his bed. The dream of that night became a reality the next day.
There was a deep discussion going on between DCP Paul, ACP Dharana and Inspector Vajendra.
“Are you sure about this?” DCP asked his two subordinate officers.
“Yes sir, we are pretty sure. There’s something going on between Arun and Gowranga’s wife,” Dharana replied.
“Okay but can you say that with absolute certainty?”
“If you put it that way we can never be one hundred percent certain unless we can actually confirm seeing Arun and Gowranga’s wife engaging in sexual activity but apart from that all indications are that they have become sexually intimate.”
“You can get cybercrime to pull out the records of conversation or messages between the two of them can’t you? Asked Paul.
“I’ll need your authorisation on that sir,” replied Inspector Vajendra.
“Okay, I’ll see that you get it.”
“How did you come upon this information?” DCP asked.
It was Dharana’s turn to elaborate on how they stumbled on to this piece of news. “I have ordered surveillance of Arun’s activities for sometimes now sir.”
DCP Paul looked at him in puzzlement. Why had Arun on his own had become so important that someone was detailed to track just his activities rather than the activities of the whole crime organisation.
Understanding the look on his superior officer’s face Dharana hastened to explain. “I have a hunch that it was Arun who masterminded the killing of Vinod and hijacking the drug deal from Balveer.”
“That’s interesting go on.”
“All this indicated that Arun’s ambitions were much more than to just be a henchman for Gowranga, so I decided that we needed to keep an eye on him as something seemed to be brewing.”
“Were you of the opinion that Arun wanted to take over from Gowranga?” Asked Paul.
“Yes sir, that was my thinking.”
“That could turn out both ways if it was true. Either it would happen smoothly without much of a power struggle or it could turn out to be a bloody mess,” DCP Paul thought out aloud.
“Exactly sir, that’s what I thought too.” ACP Dharana thought process had been the same as that of his boss.
“I felt we had not paid adequate attention to him. If as I thought he had masterminded both Vinod’s death and the heist then he was way smarter than what we had given credit for.”
“And it looks like you were right weren’t you,” DCP Paul said with a wry smile.
Dharana smiled in return. “But even I didn’t expect this development between Gowranga’s wife and Arun.”
“What is the woman’s name?”
Dharana referred to his notes to confirm before replying. “Deepa sir. Arun must be wanting to use her to get to Gowranga because I don’t think he would have been attracted to her otherwise.”
“Why? Is she ugly or anything like that?”
“No sir you can’t say that. She must have been a fairly good-looking woman in her younger years but now she has become a little plumb and her looks has faded somewhat in her late thirties but she is what you would say just okay.”
“This Arun is younger isn’t he,” mused DCP Paul aloud.
“That’s true, If, he just wanted sex he could have easily got better looking and younger women. I think he plans to use her to get to Gowranga.”
“Continue what you are doing. Maybe we can cripple the gang and at the same time get Vinod’s killers as a bonus.
After further discussion between them both Dharana and Vajendra saluted DCP Paul and left.
“He did what?” Prema said as she felt a stirring in her loin.
“What did you tell him about me? He was so direct and bold,” Lekha exclaimed having still not got over what Prakash had done.
“Nothing much. Just that you were very much like me, a frustrated housewife who longs for a thick and long piece of meat to take us to rapture. In return he can feast on your body the way he did on mine.”
“I nearly died in fright. That rascal could have got me into a lot of trouble,” Lekha shuddered recalling the events of that evening. Her husband was lying in bed beside her in a drunken stupor, snoring loudly. He was in no position to listen to his wife’s conversation with Prema.
“Did you hold his cock when he pressed your hand on his groin?” Prema asked completely ignoring Lekha’s complaints.
“What I am saying what are you asking,” Lekha grumbled at her friend.
“Forget that, nothing went wrong did it? Now how did his cock feel when you squeezed it?”
Lekha recollected how his erect flesh felt in her fingers. She shuddered again thinking back about that but this time in arousal rather than fear. “God he was big,” was what she blurted out.
“He was, wasn’t he,” Lekha could imagine her friend leering as she said this. “You should see it up and live, ready for action. Just the sight can make your pussy leak.”
A sexually well packed man was not something new to Lekha. Vinod too was like that but she also remembered what ecstasy that big pole gave her and listening to Prema, Prakash was also of the same breed.
“He told me that you and he had a fantastic time in your cottage. He said you two did it three times. What stamina he must have.”
“Stamina and skill, that’s my Prakash. He leaves a tingling feeling in your cunt even after he has pulls out his sweet pole,” Prema laughed throatily.
“You enjoyed it a lot didn’t you?” Lekha said as her fingers slid down her body to her pussy.
Prema enjoyed making Lekha hot. She must make Lekha a slave to illicit sexual pleasures. If as expected her husband becomes a minister in the next state government then having a minister’s wife under her control could be useful both to her and her husband. They could use that to increase their own wealth. Everyone ultimately had their own selfish motive. One of the prime weaknesses for people in power seems to be sex. These sexual machinations had a dual purpose, one was personal pleasure and the other using that to achieve power or wealth.
“Lekha he is an animal in bed. He will fulfil all your fantasies you can be sure about that.”
Prema smiled as she heard a small moan escape from Lekha’s lips. She must be fingering her cunt now thinking of Prakash she thought to herself. I have to get her together with Prakash as soon as possible but first I have to set up a hidden camera to record everything she decided. It has to be set up well. It has to clearly show Lekha’s face as her lips are wrapped around Prakash’s thick tool. It should show her pussy totally being stretched by that massive girth of his love pole. Most importantly it should show Lekha’s expression as his cock ploughs into her. That agony like ecstasy expression would unmistakably show whoever was watching that the woman getting fucked completely under the control of her lover. Imagine if it was known that the woman being fucked by her lover was a minister’s wife, the video itself would be worth a lot of money. But her interest was not in such small stakes.
“I’ve planned for us to get together with Prakash for the coming week. Another thing when you come, come in a saree. You attire and make up should show that you are a married woman.”
Lekha was a bit puzzled by this. “I don’t quite get you Prema.”
“I mean you have to have your mangalsutra on, don’t take it off and leave it at home. Make sure you have vermillion on the parting of your hair, toe rings … basically the works.”
“Why Prema, why all this?”
“He is into married women (in a way literally Prema thought with a laugh, he liked to push his cock into willing married women), he gets inspired when he fucks women like us.”
Actually, Prakash did not request or expect anything like that but Prema wanted to establish what type of women is fornicating with a man in the video.
“Okay Prema,” Lekha said a little apprehensively,” Would it be safe Prema. He won’t blabber about us anywhere would he?”
“Be cool girl, he comes from a very big family. He would want his affairs to be discreet too, so don’t worry.”
“Okay I trust you Prema. You know best.”
“That the spirit, you know I’ll be there for you. Also be ready to suck for a long time till your jaw aches.”
Lekha felt a little shiver run through her on hearing this. “Why? Can he last a long time?”
“Oh boy can he … I sucked and sucked and all it did was get his cock to become bigger than it already was but he showed no sign of coming.”
Lekha started frigging herself faster. “Don’t worry .. I’ll manage.” Her voice came in gasps now. A man with huge sexual stamina and capacity was not new to Lekha, her departed lover Vinod was of the same ilk.
Prema was sure now that Lekha was fingering herself and by her gasping it seems she was very close to her orgasm. Now to just push her over the edge.
“When he shoves his cock in your pussy it would feel like he is slamming into your stomach and you’ll see stars. He’ll hump you till you come two or three times before he shoots his load into you.”
“Ahhmmm…..” This time Lekha groan was quite loud. Prema smiled at hearing her friend enjoy her self-induced orgasm.
“I missed you darling … muah..” Mounika gave a big wet kiss through the phone.
“Likewise, here baby, muah..” Prakash kissed back.
“It’s already passed two sweetheart. Have to sleep now and be fresh for you tomorrow my love. I can’t wait to be in your arms again,” Mounika said huskily.
“I can’t wait too. I can’t believe I’m going to have you the whole day tomorrow,” Prakash said.
“Yes, I know,” Mounika said happily,” We’ve not made love for more than a week and I need you badly. A few hours are not going to be enough so I’ve given an excuse at home that I’m occupied the whole day tomorrow.
“Thank you baby, a few hours are not enough for me too, I’ve been yearning for you too much.”
“My poor baby, I’ve starved you for too long,” Mounika cooed lovingly. She was blissfully unaware that her young lover’s needs had been taken care off by another horny rich housewife. “I must really make it up to him, do anything he asks,” she said to herself.
“Mounika, my voluptuous sex goddess, I have another rule for tomorrow.”
“What is it?” She asked excitedly. She knew it would be something arousing.
“Once we are in my Condo there won’t be any clothes on us for the whole day. We will be completely naked till we leave my place.”
Mounika blushed red on hearing this. “I’ve never done anything like this Prakash, not even with my husband. I don’t know if I could remain like that the whole day, I’ll feel too shy.”
“Nothing to be shy between the two of us. I’ll be naked too … and you will have a task.”
“What task?”
“Whenever you see my cock getting erect it would be your task to see that my erection come down and let me tell you it would stand up at least five or six times tomorrow.”
Good god, what a virile animal he is and what stamina he has got she thought as her body trembled in excitement and anticipation. He had literally promised her that he will fuck her at least five to six times tomorrow. She had never had sex that many times in a day in all her married life. The most her husband had made love to her in a night was three times when they were newly married. That too that had happened only once.
“You are terrible you know that, I don’t think I can manage so many times.”
“Yes, you can darling, each time we fuck it would be heaven, I promise you,” Prakash whispered throatily.
Mounikla had a good sleep that night, her dreams filled with images of she and Prakash thrashing around naked in his bed. The dream of that night became a reality the next day.
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