Misc. Erotica The Hunt - (A Wife's Adultery Love Story)

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CHAPTER 37 - A CAT AND MOUSE GAME IN A DEAD POET'S SOCIETY

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One thing has been seriously bothering Ashish since last night. He was checking the recordings of his security cameras of the front door and drawing room to erase the footage of the secuirty guard Harsh's incident for obvious reasons. ( described in CHAPTER 29 part 2-4 )


He had already told Javed, the head security guard of this complex, to erase the entire history of that day, and now it was his turn to destroy all the shreds of evidence from his own cameras. But there were no recordings. His cameras are on, but those were not recording anything for the past 4 days. His storage unit can hold footage of the last 45 days.

He checked his storage machine and found it was unplugged. No way HDMI and USB cables just get disconnected on their own. Someone did it manually.

Shilpa did. (mentioned in chapters 10, 12, and  17   )

Ashish is aware that nobody had entered his apartment 4 days ago except Shilpa.

It does not make sense to him. Why would she do that? At first, he concluded that Shilpa and Rahul were planning to rob his apartment. According to her, her husband is jobless, and she is doing the maid job. 
But some things do not add up. There are security guards in the complex, there are other cameras, and those factors are impossible to avoid.

 They are also Mahesh's neighbors; they can't just flee. Without knowing how much money Ashish has in his apartment, it is foolish to plan a robbery.

 One does not give up their house without knowing the actual amount of the loot. 

If robbery isn't the motive, then what is? Judging from past events, Ashish is certain of one thing Rahul, Shilpa's husband, wants her to sleep with him. (Ashish thinks Rahul is Shilpa's husband, he does not know Mahesh is her actual husband.) 

Also, she lied about having a child to get her maid job during the first time they met ( mentioned in CHAPTER 11), and yesterday, she confessed, writhing in sexual heat, that she lied about it. (mentioned in CHAPTER 31, PART 2). 

Ashish remembers her husband Rahul also lied about their non-existent child when he accused Shilpa of the missing cucumber. ( mentioned in CHAPTER 24)

Now that Ashish thinks of that big lie, he gets more suspicious about the odd couple, Rahul and Shilpa, under the circumstance of missing camera footage. Their relationship looked fishy to him from the very beginning. He is in his early 20's, and she is in her late 20's. Once Ashish joins all these bits and pieces of mismatched information, a grey cloud of doubts starts to form on his mental horizon.

Right now, he is impatiently waiting for Shilpa to arrive. He got a collar leash in his hand, and his head is full of sinister ideas to punish Shilpa, his new pet, for disconnecting the cables.

*If she is a pet, then why are you waiting for her at 6:00 am in the morning like a lovesick puppy?* His bored inner self teases him.

*just go away* he shuns his feelings, he is getting fed up with these thoughts. 



The doorbell intervenes in his diabolical plans for Shilpa. He opens the door shortly, wearing a practiced apathy on his face; his grip tightens on the leash, and he is ready to spring upon Shilpa to tear her clothes as soon as he sees her.




He saw her alright, but he could not move. All his diabolical plans vanished just looking at her. She has appeared to him like a morning breeze, looking natural and authentic in that ethnic dress. He can't do those things he had planned when she looks like that. It would be a crime. The only thing he can do to her is to make love.

*What were you planning again? lovesick puppy indeed !!!* His inner god mocks him.

Shilpa's heart skips witnessing his stunned gaze; those are soft and full of awe.

Her graceful irradiance makes Ashish let the collar leash go. It drops on the floor, but neither bothered to look at it. They are in a different zone now.

She is expectant, and he is willing.

Ashish sweeps Shilpa off her feet, scooping her up in his arms. They speak no words to each other; there was no need for that. They let their feelings for each other take over their respective minds. 
They look at each other lovingly as Ashish carries her toward his bedroom. Shilpa, secured inside Ashish's arms cradle, leans against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and it sang to her until they reached his bedroom.

Shilpa finds her feet on the ground again. Ashish is standing behind her. Trembling in anticipation, Shilpa exposes her neck, gathering her hair on one side of her shoulder, inviting Ashish, letting go of her transparent dupatta.

 Ashish looks at her eager side face and accepts the invitation; his lips glide along her bare shoulders from edge to edge. She shivers, and he gets intoxicated by the fragrance of her flowy hair. He starts taking off each of her ornaments, pearl necklace, and earrings.

He does not touch her mangalsutra; he leaves it alone. 
 
To his surprise, Shilpa unburdens herself of her mangalsutra on her own. The corner of their eyes met briefly, and a wordless communication took place. This is their first time, and she wants him to take her in the bed as just a woman, not a married woman. She is just Shilpa right now, not Mrs.Dixit.

After watching Shilpa getting rid of her wedding ring, Ashish slowly pulls the chain behind her dress; the compelling sound of her zipper sliding down fills the small space between them. 

Shilpa's cheek burns as the kurti abandons her body, exposing her slender back to Ashish. He plants gentle kisses on her back, savoring the little tremors he is getting in return; his fingers run vertically along her spine, making Shilpa bend her wings backward in sensation. He stops at her hips, letting her feel the intimacy between them; his fingers crawl forward and pull down Kurti's bottom.

Ashish Kneels and removes the dress lifting her ankle. He slowly gets up, grazing his fingers from the tendons of her ankles, along with the delicacy of her calves, dipping his tips on the back of her knees, admiring her shapely thighs, creating pink furrows on the spheres of her voluminous ass. 

His hands stay on her hips momentarily; he gauges her expression silently. Shilpa's lips quiver as she feels his fingers count her ribs.

 Suddenly those were on her breasts. Shilpa gasps and his wicked fingers unclasp her bra. Their mouth met, his large hands engulf her supple blossoms, their tongue dwell feverishly, he fondles her tits, and she moans inside his mouth.

 He catches her nipples inside his fingers, and she entraps his lower lips between her teeth. Passion explodes. He chuckles in a rich and deep voice; her cheeks burn.

Soon they were on his bed, kissing each other, exploring each other's bodies in a wild craze. The rest of their clothes joined the heap.

Humming inside Ashish's mouth, Shilpa suspects that when she is alone, she will cherish and long for the flavor of his soft yet firm texture against her lips.

His hands are caressing her tits, making her writhe under his body, his lips start to kiss every inch of her body, her armpit gets wet from the tip of his tongue, so does her deep navel, his hot tongue and lips are everywhere, and those end up between her legs. 

Her cunt is aching, and she finds her moist folds begin to get explored by his wicked tongue. Shilpa's raspy voice filled the room; his mouth was commanding on her demanding pussy. Her cheeks flushed, her clit throbbed like a heartbeat, and his two long fingers entered her needy slit. His other hand crawls upward and claims her undulating tits while she feeds him all her honeyed goodness, moaning his name.

A dark snicker escapes his mouth, listening to his name on her lips, and he readies her cunt with his fingers and mouth so that he can hear more of it.

"Ashish...." She pleads; she needs him inside of her now; she needs him bad; his tongue is lapping her engorged labia, and she can feel his nose breathing on her asshole.

He doesn't disappoint her; he doesn't plan to tease her yesterday. Shilpa feels the breeze on her exposed vulva as Ashish retrieves his mouth. Shilpa squirms, watching his veiny hard cock swinging from side to side as he adjusts his knees to position himself between her thighs. Lust took over her senses.

He holds his thick cock and rubs it on her soaking wet opening. Shilpa whimpers in heat, getting further stimulation, "Mmmmm...."

Then she feels it, the steady pulse of his blood-thumping cockhead inside her slit. She lets out a sharp cry and rolls her head backward, closing her eyes. she wanted this to happen; she has been dreaming of it, and now, it is finally taking place.




The massive cock starts to disappear inside her soaking slit, filling her up inch by inch. Ashish grunts, her pussy is tighter than he imagined, and that does not stop her inner walls from greedily pulling him inside her boiling cave.

The pressure inside her pussy is immense, so does the sexual itch, and it only increases. Shilpa looks down and gasps. Only half of his cock is in, and yet she feels she can't take it anymore.

Ashish eases her pressure by rubbing her clit, watching her struggle to adjust around his girth. Shilpa starts mewling in response. Ashish leans forward, pins her body holding her armpit, and slowly rocks his hips. The air crackles around them.

Ashish hears her gentle moans as he increases his tempo coaxing her relaxed passage. Everything synchronized, everything's intensity increased gradually - the speed of his thrusts, the bed creaking, and the decibel of Shilpa's moaning, like a perfect exponential curve. Her shaking opulent tits was a visual feast ,Ashish leans forward to suck those alluring milky wonders eliciting purrs of pleasure from throat.

Feeling the veins of his cock going back and forth against her pussy walls, Shilpa listens to her own singing closing her eyes, giving in to the sheer hedonistic pleasure.



Ashish watches her face from above, her eyes closed; he can tell her mind isn't here anymore; she is visiting the place where women go when they are in pure sensual bliss. Men are forbidden there, they are only allowed to carry women there like a ferryman swimming in the same river of carnal pleasure, but they will never get to visit that shrine.

Shilpa's breathing escalates; she trashes her head, she fidgets to make a fist, she starts to wiggle, and her cunt muscles shudder around Ashish's onslaught. Ashish expected this, and that's why he has been pinning her down from the beginning. Shilpa feels hot, her face radiant once she starts cumming, moaning harmoniously.



Ashish decelerates his pumping and replaces it with slow and long thrusts once Shilpa's orgasm fades. She opens her eyes. Their gaze locked. He smiles at her, and she smiles back, blushing.

 His strokes are different. Shilpa feels the change; his cock is sinking deep, awakening new needs, hitting unknown spots. Shilpa grows wild, her pussy becomes untamable, her moans more feminine.



Ashish looks downwards and can see his cock is glistening, her pussy is weeping, and the shine she is giving his cock is scandalous. 

He lowers his body, releasing her armpits; she immediately encircles those around his neck, pulling him closer. 

They engage in a passionate kiss, and he gets to push all of his lengths inside her pussy. They can feel each other's hunger in that kiss, and Ashish rolls his hips, rearranging her insides forever with his throbbing cock. 
Shilpa wails breaking the kiss, and Ashish feels a series of rapid muscle contraction around his manhood accompanied by a cuntal gush pushing out his cock. He immediately penetrates her which leads Her pussy to rupture and her vulva spurts out a squirt soaking dampening her skin . Ashish holds her face and starts to pound her rapidly. Shilpa starts to sob in ecstasy, looking into his eyes; her thoughts get registered on her face.




 Every thrust inside her stretched pussy elicits lustful moans from her mouth; she can feel her cunt is hugging his cock like a long-lost lover, lubing it, nourishing it, crying on it.

She does not know how long it continued; she lost track of time, she lost count of how many times she came, she was in a state of perpetual pleasure; she does not know how long those smoldering eyes of her lover witnessed her 'O' face or how long their temple was brushing against each other.





Her head is swimming; she is connected to him on a deeper level than ever, emotionally and physically. It scares her; it fills her with joy; it soothes her and makes her feel guilty.

Ashish grunts with a final thrust, and Shilpa feels ropes after ropes of warm thick seeds shooting onto her inner walls, filling her womb. 



A calm satisfaction envelopes her face, and her body gets thrilled. She holds his face and showers it with kisses. He collapsed onto her, letting her carry the weight of his heavy muscles and then roll over, holding her.

They talk again by locking their lips. They stay silent for a while, letting the excitement calm down and reading their own feelings inside. She loves it; she loves nestling inside his arms, secured and satisfied. 
Ashish loves it more than he imagined he would, his cum sipping out of her pussy, his one hand under her body and another squeezing her ass. This feels perfect with each thought.

Once the euphoria of nerve-shattering copulation starts to subside, Shilpa starts to feel guilty and sad. She is happy, yet she is sad. Her fingers explore his broad chest, inhaling his bodily musk, and she could not help but think that in the end, this all will go away, she will betray him, she will accuse him of sexual assault once she gets the new camera. It makes her depressed. 

She is here to trap him; that is her objective, but now she feels like crying thinking about it, and she starts crying.

"Hey, what is it?" Ashish asks with utmost concern.

Shilpa just cocooned herself more tightly around his body, hiding her face.

"Did I hurt you?" Ashish asks again; he is alarmed. He does not like her sadness. Her sadness changed the entire dynamic of their interaction and fueled this relationship; before that, it was just sleazy acts and mindless flirting with each other. ( described in CHAPTER 25)

"Just hold me ." She requests, and he does.

They lay there listening to each other breathing, wearing each other's scent, it was satisfying, but they were way too much attracted to each other.

 They couldn't control themselves. After a while, their hands started to roam on each other's body, his chest was bitten, her ass was squeezed, his ears were licked, her tits were smashed, his cock poked her pussy, and her pussy agreed that they should get further acquainted.

They again start making love; this time, Shilpa sits on his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist, forming a lotus. This is Shilpa's favorite position. (mentioned in Chapter 32,part 5)

She is happy and surprised that he remembers it. Upclose and intimate, they fuck each other's brains out, attentive to their needs. Shilpa has to show she is no pillow queen. 

It was a coordinated dance; he let her ride him, suckling on her firm boobs, their fingers interlocked with each other, each expressed how they were feeling pressing each other's knuckle, the degree of intensity varied depending upon whether they were doing a slow salsa or a rock concert. 



She was occasionally drenching his lap during her several releases; he savored her blushing face, slightly ashamed from enjoying too much of him. He joined her in the mid-way, holding her plump ass cheeks firmly. 

He impales her earnestly. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling his passion inside her oozing womanhood, wounding his neck with soft bites and back with her nails. 

They were sweaty and covered with each other's juices at the end. Once again, they stayed in each other's arms, wordless letting their feelings rule. 
She is so happy right now, here in his strong arms and the way he is looking at her makes her feel she belongs here in his warm embrace. Her exuberance makes her feel that she can confess everything about the conspiracy she and Mahesh cooked for him. She can see love in his eyes; he looks mesmerized, equally happy as she. He will forgive her if she comes clean right now, but it was a naive thought, and she let it go with a sigh. 
*I am just being stupid and imagining things about his damn eyes. Remember what he did to Harsh? He is not the forgiving type* She scolds herself.

Again, they made love in the shower. Washing each other's bodies was an excuse for streamy foreplay. Ashish particularly loved the look of disbelief on her face when she made her cum back to back, rubbing her g spot. She returned the favor sinking her knees on the floor to give his cock a good time. They burned for each other under the shower's cold water during their lovemaking. She was delicate, and he was gentle as a lover.

Now Ashish is watching her dominating his Kitchen. Shilpa is wearing one of Ashish's tshirt; it is big for her. She looks funny and adorable. He asked her to rest and wanted to make the breakfast himself, but she insisted.

He likes how feisty she is. Shilpa wanted to do something for him; he had made her extremely happy, considering how bad things were in her life right now.

 He made her forget about her woes. They were playful during the cooking; they laughed at each other's jokes but were very aware of their sexual attraction, the underlying current of electricity perpetually flowing between them; they could never be just friends.

They were talking, and the conversation ended like this :

"I don't like beaches. there are sands everywhere." Ashish complains.

"I love it. The endless horizon calls me." Shilpa lets him know.

"I love mountains. I like the cold. The silence entices me." He informs.

"Let's eat." She is done preparing the breakfast.

They carry each other's plates to the dining area. Ashish took his seat, and Shilpa was about to take hers.

Ashish makes a teasing sound with his tongue and pats his lap.

She blushes and sits on his lap.

Their expressions change once they find each other this intimate. Her luscious ass is meant to sit on his thick cock.

Ashish loves to feed her; he did it yesterday, and he likes taking care of her this way. Now it is becoming a routine.

Shilpa is a big girl, she can eat herself, but there is something sweet and intimate about his gesture. She likes it cause he likes to do it.

"You know, on a second thought, I would love to see you in a bikini on a beach." He grins, having her on his lap.

"Don't worry; I will help you get it up in the wilderness of a snowy mountain." She giggles, flirting back.

Their soul flirts with each other in the background.
Ashish * I would love to take an evening stroll on the sand and bring you your beloved horizon * 

Shilpa * I would love to spend the night with you under a blanket on some obscure hilltop* 

Neither could speak it out loud, and they averted their eyes from each other in uneasiness and were fully aware that either of them was holding something back. 

They start with an apple. As she takes a bite from his hand, enveloping her arms around him, his thumb brushes her nipple over the shirt.

 The game is on again. They can't stay apart. Needless to say, it was the best breakfast Shilpa had ever had in her life; she ate and got devoured.
Soon her loud moans echoed through the hall.

After breakfast, Ashish puts her tired body in his spare bedroom ( mentioned in CHAPTER 11); the other one is still messy from their lovemaking. He left her for a few minutes and returned in front of her wearing his suit, ready to go to work.

*Where does he find his stamina after all these?* She wonders, feeling the exhaustion in her bones.

He sits beside her; she looks so beautiful and content right now.

"You are not going to your house right now. I want you to rest here." He says with a commanding tone, letting her know it is not up for discussion. He wants her to rest.

Surprisingly Shilpa finds herself not protesting, and in fact, she is glad that he cares. She nods in a drowsy voice," Ok." 

"Here, take this." He places a prepaid gift card beside her pillow after mentioning the amount.

Like she wanted to cook breakfast for him, he wanted to do something for her.

"What for?" She murmurs.

"Do some shopping. I like your dressing sense and would love to see more of it." He confesses, slightly embarrassed for letting his feelings out like this. This goes against his pride. He is used to giving gifts to his fuckmates (mentioned in CHAPTER 9) , but this is different, and he is afraid of that feeling.

All those times, he wanted them to be happy; this time, he wanted both him and her to be happy.

Shilpa notices the uneasiness in his voice; like him, she loves to tease him," Am I your mistress now?" with a touch of bitterness.

He is at a loss for words; these feelings he feels for her are new to him. The last time he felt like this was for Rekha, but these feelings are much stronger this time.

He does not respond to her remark," I will send a car. You can avail it whenever you wake up from your rest."

He got up and was about to go.

Shilpa realizes she should not have pushed him with the 'mistress' issue. She is married, and it is unfair for her to ask him to label their new relationship.

She holds his hand without putting any real strength, she has none left for now, but that slight touch was enough. 

Ashish turns around; she pulls his hand weakly, urging him to come closer with her eyes. 

Once he did, she planted a kiss on his lips, murmuring, "Stay for a while." Her voice was dripping honey, soothing and inviting. He stayed without any saying words. 

Their fingers were interlocked, and Ashish was caressing her hair as he watched her fall asleep on his bed sitting there. His heart aches, looking at her content face. So beautiful; he is proud of himself right now for making her feel this way.

He has been thinking about asking her about the disconnected cables for a while, but he never got the chance.

 After their first round of lovemaking, Ashish thought about bringing that up, but he felt it would be cheap to discuss that after having sex as if he was holding the discussion just to have sex with her. 

Then Shilpa started crying for some unknown reasons, and he avoided doing or asking anything that would make her sad.

He keeps on staring at her divine face; it is at peace. He wishes that he was a poet of some sort so he could write down poetry about her and read it to her aloud.

 He wants to, but a simple case of the missing camera footage is bugging him.

 Camera is a great invention of the human race, an ingenious piece of engineering, and that is interfering with what poetry stands for ---- passion, beauty, romance, love.....the things we stay alive for.

He sighs, looking at her mehendi-painted hands; she decorates herself for his shake, and now he wants more of her. She was right, he thought; a mistress status isn't enough for him as well.

He retrieves his hand from her grasp and takes out his pen from his pocket. Taking a piece of paper out of his wallet, he writes down an address # Meet me at 2 pm here for a lunch date#

He rereads the note and crushes the note inside his fist.

He writes a new note #Meet me at this address for lunch# ommitting the word 'date' from the previous one. He puts the note under the weight of his front door key for her access.

*Coward* his inner self sneers at him as he gets confused with his feelings for the nth time. Shilpa said it first, and that word still haunts him. ( mentioned in CHAPTER 25, PART 2 )

He gets agitated by his own thoughts and leaves the room. The camera issue starts to bug him again, tearing through his poetic world. He determines he needs to kill that bug.

He goes to his study room where the camera storage system is; he carries a recording camera. 

He got several as he is used make sex tapes with permission from his partners. (mentioned in chapter 25 and chapter 26). 

He places it in a hidden area, thinking she will visit her crime scene if she has done it, now that he would not be in his penthouse.

A cat and mouse game begins.






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