Thriller The Impact of Lust (Completed)

[Samshree]

Episode 30 (last)

Deepa was feeding her bedridden husband when Arun walked in. Gowranga lay helpless on the bed, his spine though not broken was badly damaged. He could at best sit, standing would have caused great pain to him. Not that he could have stood in the first place. His left leg was amputated at the knee and his right leg was mangled badly. Even his right hand was affected, he had only limited movements in that. Only his left hand was fully functional. All this was the work of Arun who had arranged the accident that had caused all of this. It was sheer luck that Gowranga was alive at all. Gowranga looked at who was just recently his chief henchman with a mixture of fear and pure hatred. Gowranga hated the man who had usurped his gang and with it all his power, wealth and influence. But at the same time, he was deeply fearful of Arun. He knew that Arun could snuff out his life anytime if he so wished. Through Deepa, Arun had got the details of all the people who were in power and influence who were on the take from Gowranga. With Gowranga being disabled they gladly continued to receive their payments through Arun. Men without ethics or morals certainly won’t have any sense of loyalty. There were two men in Gowranga’s gang who were loyal to him and spoke up for their boss. Arun saw to it that they were eliminated. After that no one dared question Arun’s authority.

 
“Has he finished eating?” Arun asked as he walked in.
“Yes, just now,” Deepa said as he held a glass of water for her husband to drink.
Arun looked at Gowranga with a mocking smile. “I have no pity seeing you like this,” he spat out his words. “My brother was so very loyal to you. He was the reason you made so much of money and had so much control over your gang and yet you chose to do nothing about his murder. I got my revenge on my own and now all that belongs to you belongs to me.”
 
With that he pulled Deepa, who had just gotten up after giving water to her husband, into his embrace. He kissed her deeply while mauling her body with his hands. Deepa too hugged her lover tightly. In the beginning she had been hesitant to display her passion for her lover in front of her disabled husband but now she had got used to it. Gowranga looked at the kissing lovers with great resentment, pain and anger but cursed his own helplessness in being unable to do anything about it. He could see them exchange tongues in the open-mouthed wet kiss they were engaging in. Till he had seen his wife with Arun he had never ever thought that his wife was capable of such wild passion. He realised that he had mistreated and neglected his wife as he sought his sexual gratification through whoever was his current mistress at that time. Now Arun was taking care of her needs and Arun took perverse pleasure in doing it in front of him.  Arun soon undressed Deepa fully till she stood there fully naked in front of him. Gowranga could see the efforts his wife had taken to look alluring for her lover in the last few months. She had slimmed down a bit and looked much more sexier. She had never bothered to do it for him Gowranga thought with bitterness.
 
“Get down in front baby and suck my cock,” Arun commanded.
Without a moment’s hesitation Deepa knelt in front of him and unbuckled and pulled down her lover’s pants and underwear. His long snake was only half erect. Deepa soon rectified it by stroking his cock and bringing it to full attention. Arun looked at Gowranga sneeringly as Deepa kissed and licked his erection. Gowranga tried as much as possible to look away but his eyes kept getting drawn back to the sight of his wife of nearly twenty years pleasuring her lover as if he had some sort of latent masochistic tendencies.
 
“Take it in your mouth. Tell your husband how much you like it,” Arun whispered to her.
Deepa too had resentment had how her husband had treated her all these years. It was as if she was just a vessel to bear him his children and that she was not worth anything else. He had disrespected her, humiliated her and now it was her turn. She took a big mouthful of his cock and coated it with her saliva. She sucked him with relish, all the while stroking him.
 
“Look at how big his cock is,” She told her husband. “When it enters my pussy, I see heaven. He fucks like a real man, not like you with your puny cock which is absolutely worthless.”
 
“You whore. You slut,” Gowranga snarled in impotent anger but both Arun and Deepa just laughed at him. That made Gowranga angrier.
 
Arun got fully naked too and pulled Deepa right to Gowranga’s bed. He made her bend down and hold on to the bed and thrust her buttocks out back to him. Arun shoved his cock into her wet cunt till it was completely buried inside her quim.
“Uffhh..” She gasped at the force of his trust. Her eyes were locked on to her husband’s eyes. He could not avert his eyes like a rat which was frozen at the glare of a snake.
“Hunngg… hunngg… hunggg…,” she groaned as her body swayed front at back at the force of the thrusts from Arun’s hips.
 
“Pull down his pyjamas,” Arun ordered Deepa.
Gowranga tried to prevent Deepa from doing that with his only one hand he could still use but he lacked the strength to prevent his wife from doing what Arun asked of her. He felt great humiliation because when his pyjamas were pulled down it exposed his small cock that was in full erection. He felt shame, anger and jealousy but he could not prevent this physiological reaction in his body. Both Arun and Deepa laughed with derision at the sight of his puny pecker getting fully hard at seeing his wife getting fucked right in front of him.
 
“Put his hand on his cock,” Arun told Deepa. Though Gowranga resisted Deepa pulled his hand to his cock. He refused to hold it.
“Watch him fuck me, you like it I know,” Deepa told her husband huskily. “Ahhh… his cock is so good .. yesss…”
Seeing the lustful expression on his wife’s face kept arousing Gowranga’s own feelings. When Deepa completely ignored him and concentrated only on enjoying the intense fucking by her lover Gowranga too started stroking his cock almost in an absentminded manner. This was the new reality of Gowranga’s life.
 
Dharana and his bosses were having a serious conversation with the state security officer chief.
“He has grown too powerful,” The Commissioner was telling the state chief. “Soon he would wipe out all the other gangs and be the sole person controlling all criminal activities. It would become harder to stop or control him then.”
 
The security officer chief looked at his men pensively. He was aware what his men were proposing but in these times of pressure from the human rights commission it not so easy to get the approval from the home ministry which incidentally comes directly under the Chief Minister.
 
“Is there any other way to curb his growing influence,” he asked, “maybe go after his men and imprison them on some of the many charges against them?”
 
The city commissioner then spoke. “You know very well sir that the charges would be difficult to prove and won’t stick. They will be out in no time. Anyway, it would only be a temporary solution, we need a permanent one.”
 
The security officer Chief sighed. He had only another two more years of service to go and public and media fallout on any perceived illegal security officer encounter death would have some serious ramifications but there was no putting off some things.
 
“Okay, I’ll speak to the CM about this and get back to you.” The influence of this Arun character was more within the current opposition ranks. If as all intelligence reports suggest the opposition would form the next government then the CM would be more amenable to agree to eliminate this criminal.
 
Mounika was lying face down on the big table on her husband’s study room. Her saree was pulled up over her hips and her legs spread wide on the ground. Prakash had his big cock in her pussy and he was pummelling her cunt with speed and force. Though the door to the study was locked and the room was quite sound proof she still tried to control her moaning. Her servants were in the kitchen and it was unlikely they would hear any sounds. Prakash was a frequent visitor to her home as the confirmed future son in law of the family so his presence here was not likely to cause any suspicions. In his previous visits they had only secretly kissed or groped briefly or on one or two occasions their feet playing footsie under the table during lunch or dinner. Today was the first time that they were having sex in her home. Her husband was overseas, her son in the office and Sandhya out with her friends. So, this was a golden opportunity for Prakash to fulfil his dream of fucking Mounika in her home.
 
“Hngg.. hngg.. hngg… faster darling .. hngg… faster,” Mounika moaned as her future son in law’s huge manhood pushed deep into her feminine treasure rapidly. She was equally aroused as he was in having this illicit tryst right in her husband’s study. This was where her husband would go through some of his important business matters when he was home. He would be totally oblivious that his wife had been getting her pussy drilled by his son in law on the very table he was using.
 
Her blouse was open at the front and her bra had been loosened. Her firm breast was pressed against the cool dark brown mahogany wood of her husband’s study table. As her body was pushed up and down by the force of his fucking her nipples rubbed against the smooth surface of the table. This also enhanced the pleasure she was getting.  He had been fucking her for over ten minutes and she had already had an orgasm. Prakash turned her around to make her sit on the edge of the table. He now plunged his cock back into her pussy. She half leaned back with her weight held back from falling by her hands around his neck. She wrapped her long shapely legs around his waist as he started fucking her again. Prakash leaned forward to suck on her nipples as his hips moved with piston like rapidity. They enjoyed another fifteen minutes of increasing pleasure caused by the churning together of their love tools. Her whimpers and groans were slowly getting louder. Her muscles started tightening, her nerves started jangling. Her thighs tightened around his waist. She frantically sought his lips with hers. She started spasming in a crunching wave of orgasmic pleasure and her squeezing pussy muscles milked the potent life fluid that gushed out from her lover’s cock in voluminous spurts. The photo of her husband on the wall looked upon the spent bodies of his wife and his son in law with a benign smile.
 
The most trusted aide to Maheswara, the leader of the opposition and the likely next Chief Minister was briefing his leader.
 
“I gave you the recording of recording of that rich playboy, Prakash having sex with Rakesh’s wife Lekha and Yogeshvar’s wife Premawathi earlier didn’t I boss. He is continuing to have sex with both of them and they didn’t stop after that day. It was no one time sex with them.”
 
“Is he still having sex with both of them at the same time?” Maheswara asked.
“No chief, he is fucking them both but separately. Rakesh’s wife is getting careless and that could be a problem. The elections are getting too close.”
 
“These rich bitches with their itchy cunts can be useful sometimes but they can also cause great headaches,” Maheswara thought with irritation. Having the video of the wife of one of the leaders of the main coalition having adulterous sex would be useful he had thought in keeping the party in line after he comes to power. Bonus was also having the video of the wife of a very prominent businessman. They could use that as leverage if ever needed.
 
“That poor stupid bastard Rakesh is stuck with such a lecherous wife. We had to get rid of that Vinod because of the potential problem her affair could cause,” Maheswara said.
 
The aide was astounded at the foresight of his chief. He had already decided that he needed the coalition of Rakesh’s party if his chief was sure to become the state Chief Minister. He had therefore asked him to arrange for the surveillance of all the prominent members of the coalition party. Nothing should go wrong he had surmised. That’s when they discovered the affair between the noted criminal Vinod and Lekha. If the news of the affair leaked out it would damage the coalition party badly and consequently hurt the chances of their own party. Moreover, the man involved, Vinod was the chief lieutenant of Balveer who had close ties to the present Chief Minister. This was doubly bad news hence the decision for the assassination of Vinod. Through their sources the aide had come to know of death of Bogan and Vinod’s involvement in it. They had learnt how Arun had lusted for revenge but got no help from his boss Gowranga. So, the aide contacted Arun anonymously and had financed the assassination. The had subsequently been gratified at how fast Arun’s power grew and had now brought him to their side for use in the future. They had hoped that with Vinod’s death Lekha would cease all illicit sexual activities but they have been proved wrong. She had tasted the pleasures of the forbidden fruit and now she was longing for more. She had chosen that young buck and is going to his place to have sex and with a greater frequency than she did with Vinod. If she was more discrete then it would not have been so much of a problem but she was getting careless. Maybe because the fuck service provided by Prakash was so good.
 
“Shall we get this Prakash killed like Vinod,” The aide asked Maheswara.
“No, that would be dangerous. He is the son of a very powerful and prominent family. That would cause us a lot of problems.”
“Then what do we do?” The aide asked.
“Solve the core problem,” Maheswara replied.
“What exactly does that mean?” The aide asked puzzled.
“Get rid of Lekha and make it look like an accident.”
The aide just nodded.
 
ACP Dharana’s boss got the go ahead from the security officer Chief. They were to get Arun in an encounter. They planned the encounter meticulously.
 
Arun was briefing his men. They were to kill a woman called Lekhashree and they were to make it look like an accident. He would also be with them.
 
The next day Arun and two of his men set out to follow Lekha. Unknown to them a team of six security officermen, all experts with the gun were following. Who was going to succeed would only be known after how the events of the day fallout. (It’s left to the readers to decide).

The End

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