My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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Adaa was awkward since her secret was out

 

Kamla was awkward since her secret was out

 

I was feeling like a king, since I was the secret.

 

A – kamla tum

 

K – memsaab aap

 

Turn of both to look down.

 

V – dekho sharmaane ki zaroorat nahin hai. Agar sab ek doosre ki madad karoge toh maze kar sakte hain warna sab doob jaayenge.

 

K – kya karna hoga saab

 

V – kisi bhi haalat mein kisi ko nahin pata chalna chahiye. Adaa tumhari pagaar 2000 Rs badha degi. Adaa apni sab saheliyon ko Govind ke paas kapde silwaane bhejegi.  Main bhi logon ko bhejkar dukaan chalwa doonga.

 

A – 2 nahin tum 4 hazaar le lo Kamla.

 

Kamla smiled

 

V- Adaa dekh Kamla ke mumme kitne mast hain.

 

A – Kamla hai toh kamaal

 

V – chal aa iska doodh peete hain

 

We both focused on one boob each and sucked her for many a minutes. I had got an ice cube to rub on her choot as well. She was in heaven and after a few minutes worth of attacked cummed once, we continued and soon after cummed twice. She was used to being fucked by richer men, but first time with a woman and that too as hot as Adaa. Was magic.

 

I completed randi registration process with Kamla too

 

Didn’t fuck her since had less time and I wanted to have more rounds with Adaa.  Also chances of Mohammad coming to take his fucked wife back home were also high. Too much risk

 

V – kamla tu aaj ja. Main phone kar doonga

 

K – ji saab. Aap aur Adaa memsaab enjoy karo.

 

V – tujhe bhi ab khoob enjoy karwaayenge dekhti ja

 

She left after getting herself dressed.

 

A – phew, ab kya

 

V – mast rahe, mere paas iski recording hai. Jab dhamki degi, chala diyo.

 

A – tu bahut tez hai

 

I smiled.

 

Adaa went to toilet and I was reading something when the doorbell was pressed.

 

I opened the door it was Mohammad.

 

V – aaiye sir

 

M – Vicky office jaana hai, Adaa ki help chahiye hoti hai

 

V – aaiye toh sahi

 

Mohd walks in.

 

Meanwhile Adaa walks in the living room, still wearing my shirt and freezes.

 

V – Adaa yahan aao, dekho Syed sir aaye hain, zara paani toh laao inke liye

 

Was very awkward momement.

 

To an outsider would have looked that Syed was an outsider and me and Adaa were a couple.

 

She gave her water and I called her to sit beside me. Put my arm around her shoulder.

 

V – thanks Syed sir, Adaa ko kal khaane ke liye bhejne ke liye

 

M – hmmmm

 

V – aaj main office nahin aaunga, tabiyat kharaab lag rahi hai. 

 

M – hmmmm

 

V – Adaa ko yahin chhod jaaiye mera dhyaan rakhne ke liye.

 

M – hmmmmm

 

As I was saying this, I was unbuttoning her shirt, top 3 buttons were off and Mohammad could see lovely boobs of his wife.

 

M – Vicky agar kisi ko pata chala toh

 

V – trust me

 

M – hmmmm

 

V – you like seeing her with me

 

Mohd didn’t answer.

 

V – now? (I pulled her in my lap and one hand moved inside the shirt to play with her boobies)

 

Mohammad’s eyes were locked.

 

As if to prove something to him, Adaa turned and kissed me hard, very hard.

 

Mohammad was a statue.

 

I said “Syed sir aap jaaiye aur team ko boliye ki kaam kare. Wo papers mere paas hain” I told him that his secret is safe with me.

 

V – sir waise toh zaroorat padegi nahin, phir bhi aap Adaa ki panty bra aur ek sexy set kapde de jaaiye. Adaa tum bata do.

 

Adaa was enjoying humiliating him and told him all that she wanted.

 

In due course Mohammad came back with clothes for Adaa and left. You can well imagine how my leave was spent and how Adaa would have taken care.

 

I didn’t let her wear anything. She cooked for me, cleaned the house, sex was flowing like water.  We did it in the kitchen, balcony, on sofa.. multiple rounds.

 

As the sunset and it was time for Mohammad to come, Adaa went to her home with a slight limp in her walk due to excessive anal sex. 

 

In the evening Kamla came to cook dinner. It was a Friday. I was not planning to go to Delhi for obvious reasons. Had planned a long weekend with my new found randis.

 

So as soon as Kamla came, I took off her saree and made him cook in her blouse and petticoat and she got liberal doses of hugs, kisses, boob press from me. As she was warming up to the task she got a call from Govind who asked her to get back asap. Some work related urgency.  She had to leave.

 

As soon as she left, I called Mohammad Syed.

 

V – Hello Syed ji kaise hain

 

M – badiya, aap sunao

 

V – bas main bhi theek hoon, aaj Delhi nahin gaya.

 

M – oh ok.

 

V – Bhabhi kahan hai

 

M – yahin hain

 

V – bulayenge zara, phone speaker mode pe kar dijiye

 

M – ji

 

A – hi Vicky

 

V – Maalik bolo

 

A – ji maalik

 

Mohammad was surprised at first but then understood.

 

V – main Delhi nahin gaya hoon, tere liye. Aaja

 

A – Sach

 

V – Mohammad ji, kya aap Adaa Bhabhi ko mere ghar chhod denge. Weekend pe roti ka intezaam ho jaayega.

 

M – ok

 

As the door bell pressed after a few minutes, I said “door is open, come in”

 

Mohammad comes in with Adaa. 

 

Close the door is the order.

 

I come out to  meet Syeds. They have their mouths open.

 

Reason – I was in birthday suit and my python or anaconda was dangling between my legs.

 

V – Aiye Aiye Syed ji. Thanks. Varna kaun apni wife ko padosi ki help ke liye bhejta hai

 

Adaa was wondering why Mohammad was a cuck.  She didn’t mind but was surprised.

 

V – Adaa chal nangi ho

 

M – main chalta hoon

 

V – itni jaldi kya hai, syed ji (I say with a stern voice)

 

M – ji

 

Adaa gets naked and bends down to suck my cock.  I look in Mohammad’s eyes.

 

V – enjoying Mohammad

 

M – no

 

V – pant dekh lo apni, chhota tambu ban raha hai

 

A – tambu toh chhota hoga hee kyonki bamboo bhi chhota hai

 

I and Adaa laugh.

 

V – aap jaaiye Syed ji. Monday morning ko le jaana. Aur kabhi milne ka man ho toh phone karke aana. Ok

 

M – ji

 

As soon as he left, I pounced on her and for the next 2 days and 3 nights we fucked like rabits. She was fucked not less than 15 times. All types, all places.  Not going into details. Had told Kamla not to come to cook food.

 

Monday morning told Mohammad to take Adaa. What a cuck I thought.

 

Got a few messages from Jasleen but couldn’t chat in detail, Adaa was far sexier and available.

 

Kamla thought I was ignoring her and was getting desperate. Cock touches on her ample ass meant she was longing to hold it though she had seen it briefly.

 

It so happened that I had to go to our Delhi office for some work and while returning on Tuesday, Haryana security officer check post stopped me and asked me to follow them to the local security officer station. I was bewildered.

 

We reached Crime Branch Office in Manesar. I was still puzzled what was going on. 

 

They didn’t touch me but made me sit on a wooden chair and tied my hands and focused a high wattage bulb on my face.

 

3 inspectors – Rajwinder, Amandeep and Jasdeep  were interrogating me.

 

R – kaun hai tu

 

V – ji Vicky (told them my real name)

 

A – jhoot – slap

 

V – yaar maar kyon rahe ho, details check karwa lo

 

J – haath saaf kar rahe hain – slap

 

V – bataoge kyon laaye ho yahan

 

R – slap. Thappad maarne ka man thaa

 

V – I want to talk to my lawyer

 

A – slap. Bada aaya kanoon wala

 

J – kahan raheta hai

 

V – xxx Apartments, Sector 6, Dwarka

 

R – Kya kaam karte ho.

 

V – Engineer hoon, yyyy company mein. Office address .xxx yyyzzzz

 

A – Slap. Jitna poochha hai utna jawaab do.

 

V – bina thappad ke pooch lo yaaron.

 

One constable comes in – saab poori gaadi cheer di, kuchh na mila

 

Three were non plussed and almost in unison said “oh teri yo kaise”

 

V – Yo aise bhaiyon ki galat bande ne dhar laaye.

 

Suddenly hear an authoritative female voice. “Shut-up tu sikhaayega”

 

All others get in attention position and salute her.

 

As the bulb light was focusing on my eyes, couldn’t see her much. 

 

R – Madam ji, kuchh na bol raha

 

“Aise kaise na bol raha” she said and got the lights switched off. It took me time to focus on the female body and finally when I was able to, didn’t want to take my eyes off. She was a bomb. Insignia on shoulders indicated she was Suprintendent of security officer and the badge on her ample bossom indicated her name was Roopa Sharma, SP, Crime Branch, Haryana security officer.

 

She looked hot in the uniform. Her ass was so tightly fit in her trousers and her pigeons were a marvel in themselves straining the best quality buttons to hold the shirt together. She was fair in colour, big eyes, tall, lush full lips, nose not perfect but very presentable. You can say a cross between a Fair Shweta Tiwari and DIG Karnataka D Roopa. Tall and fit as Tiwari with long hair but fair and lush lips like D Roopa.

 

Roopa – tera baap kya karta hai.

 

V – Ministry of Finance, Central Government mein hain

 

Roopa – Goli de raha hai

 

V – Isme kya goli. Government employee hain (I was sounding confident)

 

Roopa – yahan par mera raaj chalta hai. Marwa ke gadwa doongi

 

V – par mam maine kya bigaada hai kisi ka.

 

Roopa – slaps me, information hai, teri gaadi ka make colour aur number ek terrorist group ki car se match hue hain.

 

V – Main aur terrorist. Mam soch ke bolo.

 

Roopa – slaps me

 

Suddenly phone rings, it is from my Dad. A clever Roopa types “am in a meeting, will call you later”

 

I keep silent but smile deep down since clever Roopa doesn’t know many things as yet.

 

Roopa – kya karte ho

 

V – Engineer hoon

 

Roopa – kahan pe

 

V – xxx company mein hoon waise abhi yahan yyyy company mein project implement karne aaya hua hoon

 

Roopa – Qualification

 

V – Engineer from DCE and MBA from FMS

 

Roopa – MBA which batch

 

V – 2012-14

 

Roopa leaves the room with her mobile.

 

V – bhai logon, ye baat main madam ke saamne toh kahe nahin sakta thaa, agar terrorist group jihadiyon wala hai toh bhai mera check kar lo, poore ka poora hai, koi khatna nahin hai.

 

The 3 idiots look at each other and agreed.

 

The door was locked and they did a check on my jewels.

 

R – Oh tere ki, aadmi ka hai ya gadhe ka

 

I smiled.

 

J – madam ji ko bolna padega

 

A – kya ki iska gadhe ka hai

 

All laughed.

 

V - Dekho bhai logon, thoda shak kam hua?

 

R – kya bolna chahata hai

 

V – ab baat yeh hai ki mera number aur car kaise aayi, right?

 

J – aur kya, right

 

V – ek bade kagaz pe meri gaadi ka number likho DL 4C EC xxxx aur doosre pe likkho DL 4C EG xxxx aur door se dekho.

 

It was done and both realized from a distance hard to make out the difference between G and C.

 

J – Baat toh theek kahe raha

 

In parallel, Roopa was finding something about me.

 

Roopa had called one of my batch mates who happened to be her husband’s cousin. His name was Rohan

 

Roopa – Rohan kya haal hai

 

Rohan – theek hai Bhabhi aap batao

 

Roopa – ek baat bata tere batch mein koi Vicky naam ka ladka tha FMS mein

 

Rohan – Vicky !! apna hero kahan mil gaya aapko. Stud hai woh.

 

Roopa – koi tip off mila tha ek car ka, bande ko pakda apne ko FMS ka alumni bata raha hai.

 

Rohan – Bhabhi ek minute hold karo.

 

He sends her a pic of mine and Rohan along with 3 others, and mentions me being at the extreme left.

 

Roopa – gadbad ho gayi, yahi hai.

 

Rohan – sorry bol ke chhod do. Kuch nahin kahega.

 

Roopa – mera kya ukhaad lega

 

Rohan – woh baat bhi hai.

 

Roopa – chal thanks.

 

So by the time Roopa returned, the 3 idiots and I had worked out about 12-13 combinations which in various fonts would have looked like my number from distance in fading light. 

 

Roopa – kya ho raha hai ye.

 

Rajwinder goes to her and whispers about the “jewel check” and also combination of numbers similar looking to mine.

 

Roopa – hmmmm. Phir bhi kaise maan len ki tum jihadi nahin ho.

 

V – mat maano. Aapne papa ko kya message likha tha?

 

Roopa – what ??

 

V – kya message likha thaa?

 

Roopa – Am in a meeting, will call you later.

 

V – kitni der ho gayi likhe hue

 

Roopa – kya bol raha – ghanaa hero ban raha

 

3 idiots were looking at me and then towards Roopa, no one dared spoke with Madam ji like this.

 

V – bata do

 

Roopa – 15 minute pahele.

 

V – hmmmmm. Agle 30 minute mein aapko phone aa jaayega apne super boss ka.

 

She comes and slaps me hard.

 

Roopa – saale yahin marwa doongi

 

V – kya marwaayegi

 

The 3 idiots turned their back and let out suppressed laughter as they got the import of my words. Roopa was still beyond comprehension.

 

Roopa – Chup

 

I kept silent and was biding time. Now let me tell you the reason for my confidence.

 

My dad was working with Ministry of Finance, Government of India as Additional Secretary and was heading Revenue Intelligence wing for some time and had excellent equation with all agencies.  My bro-in-law (jiaji), husband of my first cousin was Joint Director in CBI and had many relatives in influential position.  Another of my Jija ji’s cousin was incharge of Prime Minister’s Security. You can well imagine, how well heeled I was.

 

Considering nature of my dad’s role, we used to follow a routine of calling each other at a fixed time daily. The time would change every month. In case one is in meeting or unable to take a call, a message to be sent but it was a carefully worded message which indicated that I was genuinely in some meeting.  Same applied for mom as well. He knew he had many enemies since he was heading Revenue Intelligence and these were small measures for our safety.  Security chaps in plain clothes was regular feature for us.

 

So as expected within next 20-25 minutes she got a call. It was DIG, Haryana security officer on the other side.

 

Roopa – yes sir

 

…

 

Roopa – sorry sir

 

…

 

Roopa – I am really sorry sir

 

….

 

Roopa – but number same tha

 

….

 

Roopa – sorry sir

 

….

 

Roopa – will do so sir

 

…

 

Roopa – ok sir

 

Roopa – sorry sir

 

 

The call ended.

 

The 3 idiots could make out that my prophecy turned out to be true. They rushed towards me to untie me.

 

I took my phone and called my dad. Told him to be a case of mistaken identity and security officer handled it well.

 

Dad asked me to wait there. He was on way. 

 

After another hour or so, 5-7 cars stopped in front of the security officer station.  Authority sat comfortably with my dad.  He knew his position and how to make good use of it for the country.