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

[Devilmaycry]

CHAPTER 40- What do you call a tavern of blackbirds?

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(The autowala has trapped Mahesh out of the blue. He threatened Mahesh that he would expose his secret to Ashish if  Mahesh do not let him sleep with Shilpa. Now he is following Ashish with Mahesh sitting in the back seat of his Auto.)


I observe Mahesh in the rearview mirror while sitting inside the Auto. He is devastated by how he got trapped, and now he is following her lover. The irony of it. He is a man caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea.

 He is indecisive, but I am not. I am certain that I am gonna win. I am gonna fuck Shilpa at the end. Nothing can stop me, not her lover nor even her husband. I will destroy Mahesh and that handsome lover of Shilpa as well. My victory is inevitable and fated. I am her destiny. 

Mahesh and I tailed Ashish riding our Auto until he reached the restaurant. Mahesh was visibly angry and worried as he saw his wife walking alongside his rival, holding hands. 
I don't blame him. He has reasons to be worried. Together Ashish and Shilpa looked like a solved puzzle- something that puts one's mind at ease. I am not one of them. I am indifferent to how good they look together.

 The aggravated husband began to communicate with me. He told me how much he loathes this clandestine courtship of his wife, how much he detests Ashish, and I encouraged him. 

I cannot fulfil my agenda without the disgruntled husband. I have agendas ..... grave agendas. I will fulfil those through his pain and resentment.

 I want Mahesh to be as angry as possible to make a deal with my colleague and me. Yes, I am thinking about double penetration, perhaps a gang bang. My colleague is in the transporting profession as well.

Now we are hiding in a long, stilt parking lot where Ashish has parked his car. The stilt parking lot is on the ground floor of the building and is covered by at least an 8 ft tall ceiling. It is open on two sides, and the other two sides act as walls. There are multiple rows full of  Numerous cars. It took Mahesh a considerable amount of time to locate Ashish's car.

 We picked a good hiding spot behind some unused dust-covered vehicles and waited for the adulterous couple. During our stake-out Mahesh recieved some lascivious confessions from Shilpa via texts. His face was bloodless, and I am not exaggerating. I have driven enough bloodless faces to their destination. Everyday life is a draining routine. 
He started whining, moaning like a bitch, boring me out of my mind by complaining about the sorry state of his marriage and the horrendous things he would do to solve his problems.
 I told him that I could help him. All he needs to do is just say 'yes' to my proposal. I told him that we didn't need to fight. I smiled at him purposely, and he looked terrified hearing that.

A familiar mellifluous voice hits Mahesh's ear. His wife's voice. It ususally brings joy to his ears, sometimes annoyance, but right now, it is only offering deep, aching heartaches. It has been like this for a couple of days.

"Vibe with me." Ashish encourages Shilpa with a smile on his face, twirling her body like that of a ballerina by using her hand.

Shilpa is giggling. Staying low, Mahesh sees in disbelief his ravishing wife gleefully pirouette in the parking lot.

*Her acting is good. She is fooling Ashish. Dancing is a nice touch* Mahesh consoles himself.
Cavorting in the deserted parking lot, Shilpa sails away from Ashish and lightly collides against a large round pillar.

They have reached Ashish's car. Pivoting against his drive with his leg, Ashish beguilingly stares at a joyous Shilpa who is now resting against the column.

"Come here." His voice sounds playful. Catching her lower lips, Shilpa nods her head from side to side, defying her lover's call.

Ashish gently repeats, "Come here." Shilpa's upper lip curls up, and she stays rooted in her place, her eyebrows knitted.

Staring at her soft puckish lips, Ashish again summons her maintaining his calm cadence, "Come  .", this time with his fingers.

His voice is like silk rolling over coarse sand. Her heart flaps, looking at his extended elbow and warm, loving profile above.

 It took every ounce of willpower from her not to run into the embrace of her charming lover. She remained at her place and noticed the gradual change in his expressions. 

His eyes are impenetrable now, his magnificent sculpture rigid. The covered parking lot has no light of its own but plenty of ambient sunlight pouring in from outside. He starts walking towards her, kissed by shadow and light. 

Shilpa's breasts swell, gawking at his leoline stride, controlled and full of authority. Her sex aches between her legs in anticipation, unable to determine anything from his inscrutable countenance.

*What is he upto?* Shilpa fantasizes about various erotic graphic possibilities.

Mahesh gulps, watching his wife's body forming an 'S' against the pillar, her proud breasts tossing in rhythm and protruding ass resting on the concrete wearing that peachy pink A-line dress, hands encircling the plastered column behind. 

*Is she not wearing any bra? That can't be true* A horrific thought lurks in Mahesh's mind.

I give him a dirty smile. Mahesh shivered.

His bully is marching toward his trembling wife like a stealthy animal. Mahesh swears he can hear Shilpa's excited deep breathing. Ashish stops a heartbeat away from Shilpa. 

Shilpa expects him to pounce on her, but no such move comes from him. He is towering over her and looking down into her buttered chocolate coloured eyes.

She lifts her hand timidly. He does not flinch. Her fingers land tenderly on his basalt jaw. 

Still, he does not move. Encouraged, her fingers explore upto his curved cheekbones. He stays still. Emboldened, Shilpa glides her fingers along with the prominence of his nose, his thick scythed eyebrows, and gradually the softness of his coiffed back brushed hair. 

Her nipples stiffened. She closes the gap between them. Those mere inches are unacceptable for her now. The familiar musk of his body is maddening her. Her hands are wildly feeling, massaging his Spartan shoulders and sometimes grabbing his mane above his neck.

*He is mineeeeeee*The buttered chocolate in her eyes melts as she roars inside and lunges to conquer his lips with her pouty yearnings.

Mahesh watched the whole episode with wide eyes. His wife is kissing his bully boss, rival, and archenemy with utter ferocity. She claims his lips with hers like it is the most desired thing in the world. It was a deep and lingering kiss.

Mahesh's heart clenches, listening to the wet smooching sound floating inside the silence of the parking lot. They are loud and shameless. He can clearly see their tongue dwelling, saliva flowing.

"Mmmphhh", A muffled moan came out of Shilpa's mouth. Mahesh feels a tightening in his chest. The moaning tarried, accompanied by her huffs and puffs.

For him, it felt the wet kiss was going on for eons and for them, it was too short once she broke it, panting hard. Their foreheads are resting against each other.

 Each's breathing on the other's face makes both of their blood dance. So much passion between them, so much unspoken words. They want to talk and sort things out, but the only way they know how to communicate is like this, talking will open pandora's box.

Ashish holds her flushed face from both sides, lifting it; she is shaking. 

"So beautiful" His voice is filled with wonder as he runs his thumbs on her chiselled cheekbones; she closes her eyes in bliss, melting away.

"So fucking beautiful." He curses, and his teeth grind against each other, drinking from the fountain of her magnificence.

Her crescent eyebrows arch up in contentment, and her face gets bedazzled with a serene smile listening to the polarising thoughts she is inspiring in him.

She twinkles open her late October eyes, and her fingers brush his newborn stubble; he hasn't got to shave today. He was busy making love to her.
"You should keep a trimmed beard." Her voice is husky.

"Fuck the beard.....*sighing*  What am I going to do with you?" His voice trembles, afraid of her yielding stare. Those are screaming - do anything, I don't care.
She is his muse, and what a terrifyingly brave muse she is.

"You asking for my opinion?" She murmurs, "hmmmm ....Democracy is of the beard, by the beard, for the beard." her puffy lips carelessly move, and her fingers rub on his flinty jaw.
He bursts out in laughter, and she joins him with a carefree giggle.

A thousand spears attack Mahesh's ears at once. He wishes he could unsee these things. It is painful to see his wife sharing light moments with his worst enemy.

I squeeze his shoulder. I can see he is beginning to reconsider my indecent proposal. I am waiting for a counter-proposal from him. I can sense he will come up with a plan which would mutually benefit us both.

Meanwhile, We both keep on witnessing his wife's live infidelity.

Ashish turns her towards the direction where Mahesh and his companion are hiding. 

Mahesh sees Ashish is busy with something on her upper back. The suspense was over quickly once it became evident he was unzipping Shilpa's dress. The upper portion of Shilpa's A-line dress is loosely hugging her body,  kept together by a hook mechanism on her back and the elastic around her waist, but the chain inbetween that single hook and the elastic band is completely unzipped.

Mahesh averts his eyes once he sees his bully's large mitts crawling over Shilpa's big tits under her dress. Evidently, now he is certain that his bully was parading his wife without a bra in the restaurant.

"Ummpphh..mpphh" A moan of ecstasy draws Mahesh's attention towards them again.

Mahesh gulps, noticing how beefy his bully's hands are, and those are pawing his wife's breasts right now.

Shilpa whines in frustration. Ashish chuckles, looking down at her from behind. His fingers are gingerly circling Shilpa's areolas keeping her wanton but not providing what she craves. She pouts at him, and he becomes merciful, cruelly merciful, and callously begins to caress her underboob.

Things do not improve much for Shilpa. The tantalizingly slow and light brushing is driving her crazy.

"What?" Ashish grins at her.

Mahesh can't hear what they are talking about right now. These abhorrent duos are whispering to his utter distress.

Then he clearly gets to hear -"Show me" from Ashish.

It shook Mahesh to the core when Shilpa's hands came up to assist his bully's hands. Something died in him looking at the sight of his wife teaching his worst enemy how to fondle her tits for her maximum pleasure.

"This is how you like it?" Ashish teases her.

Mahesh could not hear again. They have resumed that annoying husky whispering.

He only sees Shilpa blushing violently, and her lips move to give his bully an answer.

Then he sees something weird, his archenemy's lips come down, kissing his wife's forehead gently. They are not talking but sharing a lukewarm gaze. Mahesh can't make out why; he does not have time to think about it; he is more concerned about how his nemesis is working on his wife's bountiful tits.

It is a frightening sight. Their hands move in sync over her opulent tits as she guides him, moaning faintly. Once her pleasure becomes unbearable, her hands fall from the supple slopes of her boobs to her sides. Her blushing deepens, and moans become lewder.

Mahesh observes Ashish saying something in his wife's ear. His chest feels a sharp pang watching Ashish nibbling on her ear, and then his pointy tongue slithers inside her auditory canal, making her whimper.

He hears that shameful whimper.

"ufffff..."

It was full of lust. The squeezing on his wife's sumptuous tits has escalated, and his bully's hand motions are more rapid and innovative than she taught him.
Mahesh watched him asking her something again, but Shilpa did not give him an answer.

Shilpa bites her lips and stays mum, her face visibly encapturing the rapture she is feeling over her mammary glands right now.

Mahesh looks at his own hands and could not help but compare them to Ashish. He flusters, looking back at the massive hirsute hands of his bully under his wife's ruffled dress. 
Those are busy cupping Shilpa's lovely tits. His wife is a well-endowed woman, yet his tyrannical boss can cover all of her milky glory under his enormous palm.

" you are so strong..." Shilpa could not help but praise him, writhing in pleasure as if she was forced to.

Mahesh's balls shrink in humiliation at Shilpa's loud compliment.

"I know. Now answer my question." Ashish matches her volume.

"Ahhhh...goddd...yessss." A raspy moan fills the deserted parking lot. Ashish has clearly done something different, which Mahesh can't see or guess under her dress on her boobs. Ashish's face beams with delight, and Shilpa reddens.

Mahesh gulps *He is making her confess something? What is she confessing to?*

His(Ashish) smug lips come to his wife's ear again, and judging by the closely held eyebrows, Mahesh deduces it to be another question.
Shilpa's cheek flushes in embarrassing pink at the question.

A car enters the parking lot. Shilpa darts her eyes, but Ashish does not stop. Hidden behind the pillar, he changes the pattern of his kneading on her breasts. Shilpa puts a hand on her lips. Her lover's strong hands are relentless, and he knows better than her how to extract pleasure for her from her own spongy tits.

She realizes he is not going to stop despite the sounds of the cars, and she stops caring, leaving her security upto him and drowning herself in pleasure.

Mahesh is horrified by the thought of other people finding his wife in this state. She looks so vulnerable, her eyes glazed. He is already feeling the humiliation of the autowala sitting beside him and ogling everything that his marriage is going through. 

Now he has opened the camera and zoomed onto them to get a closer look at what's happening under Shilpa's dress.

Thankfully those people did not come to where this racy occurrence taking place and left soon.

By this time, his wife's condition has worsened. She is mewling and saying something to Ashish. 

Mahesh cringes in shame *Is she begging? No way she is too proud to beg*

He notices Ashish's face. It is the look Ashish gives him (Mahesh) when he( Ashish) humiliates him in the office. He forces him( Mahesh) to submit to his despicable will that look. Now his wife is becoming a victim of that look, and she submits with filthy moans sharing an uncanny bond with her husband unknowingly. 

This unsettles Mahesh.

Ashish sternly nods his head and asks her something again. Shilpa glances away, biting her lips and refraining from answering.

On the zoomed camera, Mahesh watches Ashish's fingers pulling Shilpa's nipples, and she moans in ecstasy, followed by another affirmative confession,"yesss..uffffffff....".
 
*Not her nipples* Mahesh begs inside, but Ashish does not stop even after she concedes and continues the subjugation of Shilpa's engorged nipples.

She nods her head up and down while shame dances on her vivacious face. Clearly, whatever he made her confess is embarrassing for her.

Ashish keeps working on her nipples, and she is throwing her head on his wide shoulder. Her lips are parted, eyes closed, and she is seemingly in a delirious state. Her legs trout away, unable to handle the erotic torture.

"Where you going?" Ashish pulls her onto him, grabbing all of her round tits, making tickles of excitement build inside her sweltering vulva.

Mahesh had never seen her this much out of control. Never has he witnessed those particular shades of red on her cheeks nor listened to those various lewd moans from her. Moreover, he had never seen her this aroused.

*She is not that aroused. Yes, she is aroused but not that much. This must be her part of the act. Is it, though?* Mahesh doubts his judgements.

Sitting beside him, I can see Mahesh is cooking up a plan in his mind. He has to. He is close to asking for my help. He can't stand those obscene sounds coming out of Shilpa's mouth, those wicked hands of his wife's lover on her tits constantly pawing, mauling, fondling, pinching, pulling, groping.

 He is the king of those two snowy mountains now, and both of his subjects are happy.

On the screen, Mahesh notices a sudden change in Shilpa's demeanour. Her body is wavering, her eyes filled with new degrees of lust, her face glowing, and her purrs are stronger.
He curiously looked up at them, and his jaw dropped. Ashish is moving his hips, slowly grinding against her plump ass.

Shilpa immediately gives her confession, "Yes.. yes... yes.."


Ashish turns her towards him and lifts her up. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist, hiking up her dress and exposing her wide bubble butt to Mahesh. The hotwife-slut hip chain dazzling on the fats of her rear, shaming their marriage. 

Mahesh pales, knowing she isn't wearing any panty, and maybe she wasn't joking about wearing the panty as a mask on her face.

That thought emasculates Mahesh knowing someone made her wife do that, and he could not stop him.

 Ashish holds her by her voluminous hanging butt and carries her towards his car while Shilpa munches on his thick lips above. 

In mid-way, Ashish stops as if he is posing for Mahesh's hidden camera while kissing his wife earnestly. He even spreads his wife's thick ass cheeks further as if just to give Mahesh a better view .
 Mahesh groans inwardly and notices he is fucking his wife's asshole with that damnable butt plug, and her glistening womanhood is gasping below, trickling down wetness on his shirt. Ashish smiles as Shilpa kisses him all over his face, showering him with feverish affection as he rotates the butt plug inside her anal cavity.

I notice that my colleague has stealthily joined us from the corner of my eyes. He grins at me, and I wink at him. I called him when Mahesh was busy earlier. My colleague is hiding behind another car. I don't alert Mahesh about my gang bang plan. He might get spooked by it. 

Ashish carefully places Shilpa's legs on the ground and lands a firm smack on her luscious rump, eliciting a horny from her throat.

"Turn around", He commands, and Shilpa does. A  portion of his car's bonnet was directly getting heat from the scorching sun. He pushes her body in that direction and bends her upper torso until her nipples stay just millimetres away from that heated metal.

"Stay like this, please and try not to burn yourself when I fuck you." He teases her. Shilpa flinches, looking at the overheated bonnet.

 Her body squirms in fear as her undulating boobs get steamed by the evaporating air from below. She does not want to imagine what would happen if he pressed her boobs against this blistering hot metal, but she trusts him. *He will not do any harm to my body*

Spreading her legs, she waits to be mounted by him facing danger right below her erect nipples.

We all watch silently as Ashish unzips his pants. 

Mahesh digs his claws on his skin, looking at his behemoth cock.Mahesh shakes in horror, thinking if that thing goes inside his wife's pussy, he can never please her again. His cock was jutting outwards, proudly, immense and thick.

 It was long and incredibly girthy across the length of it. Mahesh feels light-headed looking at his pouch is big, carrying two enormous testicles inside. It all hung there, uncompromising, intimidating and ballsy.

A few feet away, his wife just spread her legs even further, bending over the bonnet, her pussy lips swollen, heavy with the weight of her lust.

 Ashish comes forward and slaps his meaty cock on her soaked womanhood. Shilpa moans shamelessly in pure carnal itch and rolls her plump ass outwardly. The hotwife-slut engraved hip chain rolling over her ass globes. Mahesh helplessly watches her pussy, clenching out strings of pearly juices in anticipation, and her fingers come down to pat her overcharged mound.

He can not watch anymore; he looks away after seeing Ashish rubbing his giant cockhead along her pulsating nether lips.

"Please fuck me, Ashish, please, don't tease anymore." Shilpa pleads in a rhapsodic voice.

That's when he accepts my indecent proposal finally. I knew he would come up with a plan. He had been thinking about it all along.

"Make him stop, Please. She is yours tonight if you make him stop. Please make him stop. I will do anything you want. Anything." Mahesh pleads in a hushed voice (in Hindi). Pain drips from his voice; his request is sincere.


 He can not let Ashish fuck his wife. He just can't. He hates him from the depth of his soul.

Shilpa is still begging in a sultry voice as Ashish continues to beat his large thick shaft on her spasming opening while verbally teasing her.

The autowala gets up and shouts at Ashish and Shilpa (in hindi), "Hey, what's this non-sense, huh?!!! This is not something you do in public. Don't you have any shame?"

I watch the autowala keeping my distance. No, I am not the autowala.

 I am a nightmare for some. For others, a saviour I come. My hand's cold and bleak. It's the warm hearts they seek.

Shilpa springs on her feet immediately, but Ashish does not move an inch. He slams his car in a fury like a starved predator and roars, "Fuck..Damn you." His hunt just got interrupted. He had his prey just right there, writhing in front of him, begging to be slaughtered. He stalked her for hours today, preparing her for this moment, and now it is ruined.

Even the autowala got scared. Ashish looks intimidating right now, but the autowala got genuine lust for Shilpa, and he needs Mahesh's cooperation to roll things smoothly.

 Moreover, he needs Shilpa horny tonight. He can't let this hung hunk please her pussy right now. Although he can't go into an all-out fight with Ashish either. Cause Ashish is his bargaining chip. If he loses the fistfight, Mahesh will get exposed.No Mahesh means no sophisticated pussy. Also, If Mahesh somehow refuses to pimp out his wife to him, he needs Ashish for his payback.

Shilpa can not afford a fight. If a fight breaks out, her identity will get exposed to Ashish.

Shilpa places her hand on Ashish's aching enraged thudding heart, urging him to let go and just with the touch, she calms him down. He looks at her softly, amazed by how much power she has over him. She is with the day-slave collar around her neck, yet he is her big bad wolf on a tight leash. 

She murmurs, "Let's go." They go inside the car. Ashish puts his depraved dick inside his pants and gives Shilpa his suit from the back seat so that she can cover herself. Her dress is a mess. Then they get out of the parking lot.

The autowala keeps shouting at them from behind, showing his manliness to make a good impression on Shilpa cause he is bedding her tonight.

Mahesh was waiting for this moment, planning it in his head . The autowala laughs, looking at the departing car, and yells(In Hindi), "That bitch is mine tonight."

Then he feels it. Sharp, blunt blinding pain at the back of his head and something wet running down his face. He feels it again and then again. He drops to the floor without even having a chance to scream. 
Before blacking out, he sees Mahesh standing over him with a blood-dripping crowbar in his hand.

What do you call a tavern of blackbirds? A crowbar

 He can feel someone dragging his body, but he can't move; he can't feel his limbs, he tries to speak, but nothing comes out. He is phasing in and out of his senses.

A distant voice hits his ears," You want me to call you from his phone?"

He loses his senses again.

He wakes up listening to, "Oh my god ....Indra  he is alive... oh god, what's gonna happen now?"

The autowala sees a man towering over his body, his vision is blurred, but he can recognize that it's a security officer uniform.

"Help me.....He hit me." He screams, but nothing comes out, only wheezing sounds. 

I get up so does my colleague. We both approach the autowala.

In his delirious state, the autowala recognize my colleague.

He inquires, "What was my sin?"

The Devil grins, "The list is long, but for starters...*chuckling*..  for being a voyeur."

My cold hands touch his faintly beating warm heart. I took him in my cold embrace and gave his body eternal rest with a chilling kiss on his cheek. 

I will return tonight for two more warm hearts teeming with joy. Stay tuned.