Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

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Continued from the last post...

"Fuck, Shipra… if I’d known you were going to have a fight with your husband and punish him by bringing me into your bedroom, I would have run all the way to Pune barefoot just to fuck you in your marital bed," Patode growled, his voice thick with raw desire.
 
He leaned closer to the screen, his breath uneven, his pupils dilated with lust. "There's no better place to fuck a married woman than the very bed she shares with her oblivious husband."
 
He exhaled sharply, his fingers gripping the phone as if restraining himself. "Just imagining you there, sprawled out, moaning my name, makes me fucking insane." His jaw tightened, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "I’d have had you screaming so loud, the neighbors would’ve known exactly who you really belong to."
 
His voice dropped lower, more dangerous. "Tell me, Shipra… does the thought turn you on as much as it does me?"

"I don’t know…" Shipra murmured, shifting uncomfortably. Her cheeks burned with a mix of shame and embarrassment. "I think… I think this is a bad idea. Doing something so perverted and taboo here…"

Her voice faltered, betraying the thrill building inside her as she struggled to maintain her composure, but Patode’s words slithered into her mind like a forbidden temptation, making it harder to ignore the heat pooling deep inside her.

"And just to be clear," she added hastily, trying to regain some control, "Neither I am bringing you into my bedroom nor you're going to fuck me on this bed. This is just a..."

She trailed off, fumbling for the right words.

Patode chuckled darkly, his smirk widening. He could sense her growing anticipation, no matter how hard she tried to mask it.

“Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that,” he murmured, his tone a lazy, knowing drawl. “But that day isn't far away when—I’ll be there, in your bedroom, fucking you so hard you would even forget the name of that wimp," he drawled, his voice a low, knowing purr. “But right now?” He tilted his head, watching her reaction with the kind of patience that made her squirm. “Don’t you dare ruin my fun, slut."

His tone turned commanding, laced with that irresistible dominance that had always made her weak.

"You might be too ashamed to say it out loud, but I know the truth," Patode’s voice dripped with dark amusement. "Your slutty little cheating cunt is dripping already at the thought of bringing another man in your bedroom."

He let the words hang for a moment, reveling in the power they held over her.

"To the very bed where that wimp makes fruitless attempts to make love to you, failing, never once giving you the pleasure you truly crave. And why?" He chuckled, the sound low and taunting. "Because he’s a sissy, a weak man to realize the truth—that his wife isn’t some demure, devoted woman. No, Shipra… you’re a slut at heart. A woman made for indulgence, for filth. And he? He’ll never be man enough to handle the kind of desires burning inside you."

Patode’s voice dropped lower, silkier, edged with dominance.

"But I can… and that's what I am going to do right now."

He watched intently as Shipra squirmed at his words, her breath hitching, her body betraying her even as she clung to the last shreds of hesitation. He saw the way her thighs pressed tightly together, as if trying—and failing—to suppress the growing heat pooling between them.

“Now.” His voice came through the screen, smooth yet commanding, leaving no room for defiance. The connection was crystal clear, every syllable wrapping around her like a silk-covered chain. “Get on that fucking bed,” he ordered, his dark eyes locked onto hers through the camera. “And be ready to pleasure your lover in every way he desires.”

She swallowed hard as she watched him lean back on the couch, exuding pure control even from miles away. The pause that followed was deliberate, stretching just long enough to make her squirm. Then came his chuckle—low, wicked, dripping with amusement and something far more dangerous.

“And make sure you do it right, Shipra.” His voice softened, but the authority in it only grew. “Because you’re no longer just a cheating wife.” He tilted his head slightly, his gaze burning through the screen, leaving her feeling exposed despite the distance.

“You’re my filthy little slut.”

The vulgar, obscene remarks. The dominant, arrogant edge in his voice. The lewdly arousing demand. Each word sent a fresh jolt of electricity coursing through Shipra’s veins, igniting a fire deep within her. It was intoxicating, maddening—how easily he could unravel her with nothing more than his voice, his commands. And all of this, just over a video call.

Her breath came in shallow, eager pants as she obeyed, crawling onto the bed with trembling anticipation. She propped the phone against the pillow, ensuring she was perfectly centered in the frame, her body on full display for him. A thrill ran down her spine as she imagined how he must see her—submissive, eager, waiting.

“Perfect.” Patode’s voice was thick with satisfaction, a slow, possessive purr that sent another shiver through her. His dark eyes burned through the screen, drinking in the sight of her like a man on the verge of devouring his favorite meal. "Look at that. All dressed up in such an elegant and seductive dress. Were you expecting a video call from me Shipra?" Patode's gaze tracing every inch of her visible form.

Shipra felt the heat creep up her neck, pooling in her cheeks as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She hadn’t done anything special—at least, not intentionally. Dressed in a simple white sphegetti top and a flowing, knee-length light blue skirt, she had merely opted for comfort. But the way Patode was looking at her made her feel as if she had dressed for seduction itself.

"It's nothing special," she replied softly, the shyness in her voice evident. "This is just how I normally dress at home."

Patode chuckled, low and dark. "Well, it's always going to be special for me, you know why?" he said, his voice thick with desire. "Because no matter what you wear, I get to strip you down, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but you—naked and trembling for me.

Shipra squirmed at his nasty remark, her pulse hammering as she watched the way his gaze lingered on her.

"Make sure to pack something special for me this time," he continued, his tone laced with sinful amusement. "Some sexy dresses that cling to your curves in all the right places… and of course, some skimpy little nighties. After all, you’ll be spending most of your nights at my place, won’t you?"

Shipra's stomach coiled at the way he spoke, so certain, so commanding, sending a surge of anticipation through her.

"Let’s not waste anymore time stating the obvious, it's show time," he said with lust-filled excitement, his eyes glinting and smirk widening, 

Her heart pounded as she heard his next command.

“Tilt back a little, Shipra… and spread those sweet thighs for me,” he instructed, his voice thick with command, eyes dark with desire. His unwavering gaze pinned her in place, making it impossible to look away.

A shiver of anticipation rippled through her body, the air between them charged with unspoken tension. Her breath hitched as she adjusted her position, reclining ever so slightly against the bedrest, the soft fabric of her skirt rose up and brushed against her heated skin as she spread her thighs.



"Good girl," he murmured approvingly, his voice a sinful caress through the screen. "Now… slowly—very slowly—lift that skirt for me," he continued, his tone dripping with sinful delight. "Let me feast my eyes on those thick, smooth thighs… the ones that lead straight to that tight, glistening little love hole that’s aching for me."

Shipra’s pulse hammered in her ears as her fingers grabbed a handful of her skirt. They trembled slightly as she began to move, the weight of his gaze making every inch she revealed feel like an intimate confession.

“Ohhh...Yes, that’s it,” he murmured. “A little more—just like you spread those legs wide for me out in the lawn the other night.”

A delicious ache unfurled inside her, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before obeying, the fabric sliding higher—inch by inch—off her bare, heated skin.

A low, satisfied groan escaped him, his jaw tightening as his hungry gaze devoured her every movement.

“Come closer, slut,” he ordered, his tone both coaxing and demanding, the perfect mix of control and impatience. "Let me see just how shamelessly wet you are for me.” His eyes darkened, lust dripping from every syllable.

By now, Shipra had abandoned any last shred of control. The sheer obscenity of her position, the undeniable filthiness of it all, wrapped around her like a forbidden embrace. And yet, rather than shame, it only fed the fire burning within her. The more he degraded her, the more he took control, the more her arousal deepened.

Without hesitation, she obeyed, lifting her ass a little she shifted closer to the camera. The anticipation in Patode’s gaze was unmistakable, his hunger palpable even through the screen.
 
“Just like I said,” he murmured, his eyes narrowing with dark amusement. “Your panties are completely soaked Shipra, so drenched they’ve turned transparent.” He exhaled sharply, his lips curling into a wicked smirk. “What a filthy, shameless little bitch you are. Dripping and desperate for another man, and on your marital bed, no less.”

A sudden wave of embarrassment crashed over Shipra, and instinctively, she tried to press her thighs together, as if she could somehow reclaim even a sliver of modesty. But Patode wasn’t about to allow that.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he snarled, his voice a sharp, commanding growl that crackled through the speakers. “You don’t get to act on your own, slut. Not until I say so.” His tone was raw, brimming with authority, leaving no room for disobedience. “Until I’ve emptied every last drop of my load, you’ll do exactly what I tell you. Exactly how I tell you. Got it, slut?”

Shipra froze, her body betraying her as a fresh, shameful thrill coursed through her veins. The sheer dominance in his voice sent another wave of heat straight to her core, making her thighs quiver with barely restrained need.

“I asked you something, you cheating bitch,” Patode’s voice boomed through the phone, sharp and commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.

“Yes…” she finally whispered, barely audible, her voice trembling—a quiet confession of the complete control he held over her.

“Good,” Patode smirked, satisfied. He leaned back on the couch, shifting slightly, his hand already moving to fish his cock out of his underwear. “Now, listen carefully. Slip one of those needy little hands inside that filthy, soaked panty of yours and start fingering yourself—nice and slow.” He paused, watching the way her body twitched at his words. “And with the other hand… lift that vulgar top and start playing with those tits. I want a seductive display, Shipra. A slow, filthy, desperate one.”

His gaze never wavered as he leaned back further, his own anticipation reaching its peak. His free hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it lazily as he watched her, his smirk widening. “Go on, I know you desperately want to touch yourself."

Shipra bit down on her lower lip, anticipation and arousal swirling in her darkened eyes. With a slow, deliberate motion, she gathered up her skirt, bunching the fabric around her waist, exposing the damp outline of her white cotton panties. The moment her right hand dipped beneath the waistband, sliding past the thin barrier to seek out the slick heat between her thighs, a soft, breathy moan escaped her lips.

“Unggggg…” The sound was pure, raw pleasure—the involuntary response of a body surrendering to its deepest desires. Her fingers grazed her swollen, aching folds, the sensation sending a shudder through her frame.



Her left hand abandoned her skirt, traveling upward, seeking the heavy swell of her breast. She lifted her top and cupped her tits over the bra, squeezing firmly before her fingers slipped inside and began tracing slow, teasing circles around her nipple, the sensation sending another ripple of pleasure down her spine. Her head tilted back, her lashes fluttering shut as she gave in to the intoxicating mix of her own touch and the sinful thrill of being watched.

Every stroke, every gentle pinch, every wet, obscene sound only heightened the intensity of the moment, making her body tingle with desperate need. The heat of Patode’s gaze through the screen made it all the more intoxicating, knowing he was there, watching, waiting, controlling every movement.

“You’re a natural at this, Shipra,” Patode murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement as he slowly stroked his cock. His eyes remained locked on the screen, drinking in every sinful motion, every obscene sound she made. “Even better than those paid cam whores.”

His smirk widened as he studied her—how eagerly she obeyed, how effortlessly she surrendered to the filth of it all. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you, slut?” His tone was mocking, laced with something possessive, as if peeling back another layer of her depravity.

Shipra didn’t answer. She was too far gone, too lost in the electrifying pleasure coursing through her veins, her body working on instinct alone.

Patode chuckled, the sound wicked and knowing. “Who was it?” he pressed, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Your ex, wasn’t it? Namrata told me all about how depraved you were with him. How much of a desperate little whore you used to be.” He let the words settle, watching for her reaction. “Once a slut, always a slut.”

“Fuck you, Patode,” Shipra snapped at the mention of her ex, her voice filled with both irritation and unchecked arousal. But despite her protest, she never stopped—never even slowed. If anything, his taunts only seemed to fuel the fire burning inside her.

Her head fell back against the pillows, her body writhing under the weight of her own need. “Ohhh… God… hmmmmmm…” she moaned, unable to suppress the desperate sounds spilling from her lips.

Lost in pleasure, she pushed her bra down until her bare breasts were exposed for Patode's eyes to feast on. She squeezed herself greedily, fingers rolling and pinching her hardened nipple with just the right amount of pressure. Meanwhile, below, her right hand worked with frenzied precision—her fingers plunging deeper into her soaked cunt, playing with her clit in frantic, needy circles.

Her hips moved on their own, gliding against the bed, rising slightly with each sharp jolt of pleasure that rippled through her. She was a mess—desperate, breathless, completely lost in the overwhelming heat of the moment. And Patode, watching every second of it, knew he had her exactly where he wanted.

"Enough with the foreplay, Shipra,” Patode’s voice cut through the thick haze of arousal, his tone low and commanding. “It’s time to get down and dirty. Time to go wild.” He leaned forward, his dark eyes blazing with unfiltered hunger.

“Lose the skirt,” he ordered, his voice sharp with expectation. “Then turn around. Get on your knees and bend over—waist down, ass up. I want that sexy, succulent ass of yours staring right at me.” His words dripped with lust, leaving no room for hesitation.

Shipra groaned in frustration. She had been so close—teetering on the edge of release, her body humming with the promise of pleasure. But she knew better than to defy him now. With a shaky breath, she shifted, repositioning herself on her knees. Her fingers fumbled with the knot of her skirt, hurriedly untying it before letting the fabric slip down around her knees in a careless heap on the bed.

But she wasn’t done. Patode hadn’t told her to remove anything else, but the wild and slutty side inside of her made her reach for her top. With a slow, deliberate movement, she peeled it over her head, her bare skin tingling as cool air met heated flesh.

Now, kneeling on the bed, her body was on full display—curvy, deliciously exposed, save for the white cotton panties clinging to her soaked heat and the matching bra barely containing the fullness of her breasts. It was a sight made for sin, and from the way Patode’s breath hitched through the speakers, she knew he was loving every second of it.

The very next moment, Shipra turned around, her breath shallow, her pulse hammering in her ears. Following Patode’s command, she slowly bent at the waist, her movements deliberate, almost hypnotic. Her soaked white panties clung to the curves of her ass, the thin fabric riding up between her soft cheeks, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.


A deep, guttural groan rumbled through the speakers.

“Damn,” Patode exhaled, his voice thick with unrestrained lust. “What a fuckable ass. Tight, round, and thick—just the way I like it.”

Shipra shuddered, her body thrumming with a sinful mix of arousal and shame.

“Now, twerk it for me,” he ordered, his voice dipping into a dangerous growl. “And slap that pretty ass while you're at it.”

Her fingers curled into the sheets for a fleeting moment, hesitation flickering in her mind. But the intoxicating thrill of his control, the wicked obscenity of his demands, had her body responding before she could think twice.

Slowly, she arched her back, pushing her hips higher, her ass swaying in a sensual rhythm. The damp lace of her panties barely covered anything, teasing the way her plump flesh jiggled with every movement.

 
SPANK!

A sharp crack echoed through the room as her palm connected with her own skin. A delicious sting spread through her body, a gasp slipping past her lips before she even realized it.

SPANK! SPANK!

Each slap sent a fresh jolt of heat through her, the sound filling the space between them, reaching Patode through the speakers.

“Fuck,” he groaned, shifting on the very edge of the couch, his grip tightening around his cock. His dark eyes were glued to the screen, drinking in every hypnotic bounce, every tantalizing jiggle.

Patode’s reaction sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through Shipra’s body, her arousal spiking at the raw hunger in his voice. A newfound boldness stirred inside her, pushing aside any lingering hesitation. She could no longer wait for his next command—her own need had grown too intense, too demanding.

Her hands moved on their own, sliding down her trembling thighs, fingers slipping beneath the damp fabric of her panties. A desperate moan escaped her lips as she dipped into her slick heat once again, her body instinctively seeking relief from the unbearable ache.



Patode groaned deeply, his breath ragged, his grip tightening as he watched the filthy display unfold before him.

"That's it, Shipra," he rasped, his voice thick with possession. "A perfect little wife for that wimp, the insatiable, depraved bitch for me. Just the way I like my sluts to be." He let out a low, satisfied groan. "Now, make it filthier… make it hotter. Show me just how deep your depravity runs."

Shipra’s hips bucked against her own touch, her body completely at his mercy even from a distance.



“Peel those panties off that gorgeous ass,” Patode’s voice growled through the speaker, thick with command and temptation. “Slowly. I want to savor every second. And spread those curvy ass cheeks. Let me see your twitching slutty holes."

Down on the mattress, Shipra turned her face towards the camera, watching over her plunged shoulder. Her eyes catching the lens with a smoldering, almost defiant hunger. Her breath trembled as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband, dragging the soaked fabric down inch by inch. The cool air caressed her freshly bared skin, sending a shiver up her spine. The flimsy material slipped past her thighs, pooling on the bed, leaving her exposed, vulnerable—and achingly aware of every inch of herself now on display.



But Patode wasn’t done degrading her. His voice, low and ominous, cracked through the stillness like a whip. “You forgot to spread them. I don’t like repeating myself, Slut.”

A tremor ran through her. Humiliation and desire warred inside her, each feeding the other in a storm of raw sensation. Swallowing hard, her fingers hesitated—then slowly reached back. She dug them into the soft curve of her flesh, parting herself open in trembling obedience, her face flushed with a cocktail of shame and undeniable arousal.

Patode almost came at the sight of her glistening wet pink cunt and her puckered ass hole, his breathless voice almost a growl. "Fuck, look at those tight little holes… so ready, so desperate to be ravaged."



Then, his tone dropped even lower, dripping with sinful amusement.

"Tell me, slut," he murmured, his words wrapping around her like a vice, "if I were there right now, if I climbed onto that bed behind you… would you have stopped me?"

Shipra’s breath hitched, her fingers faltering for a split second.

The filthy question sent another sharp jolt of arousal through her, her body betraying any semblance of self-control. She knew the answer. They both did.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with undeniable need.

"No…"

A slow, wicked chuckle rumbled through the speakers. "I can't hear you bitch," he said, voice sharpening into something more commanding. “Turn around. Look me in the eye. And while you’re at it, lose that useless bra as well. I want you to bare it all for me .”

Without hesitation, Shipra shifted, her movements deliberate and slow. She turned to face the camera, the soft lighting casting delicate shadows over her curves. With a single motion, she slipped the straps of her bra down her shoulders and unclasped it, letting it fall aside.

Reclining once more against the headboard, Shipra’s bare back sank into the mattress as she spread herself out across the bed—exposed, vulnerable, and trembling with anticipation. Her hands resumed pleasuring herself, her face flushed with the sting of shame and the thrill of abandon as she met his gaze through the lens—eyes wide, lips parted, heart pounding like a drum.

“Now…” Patode’s voice lowered to a whispering growl. “Answer me again. If I pressed my cock against that sloppy, wet, married cunt and buried myself deep inside you—right there, right now—would you have resisted?"

"No...," Shipra whimpered again, her lips trembling and mouth dry.

"No what?" Patode growled.

Shipra gasped, her body jolting as waves of pleasure surged through her. The filthy thoughts, the raw truth of what she was feeling—it was all too much to contain.

“Oh godddddd,” she moaned, her voice rising with each breath. “No... I wouldn’t have stopped you… I wouldn’t have resisted… I would’ve begged you to shove that monster cock of yours into my needy cunt, I would have let you fuck me,” she cried out, the confession spilling from her lips like a dam breaking.

Patode’s voice hardened, laced with cruel delight. “And what does that make you, Shipra? Huh?” he growled. “Moaning for another man’s cock in your husband’s home… ready to get defiled on the very bed where you pretend to be his faithful wife… just to keep that greedy, aching cunt of yours stuffed.”

His words were vile, degrading—meant to break her. But instead, they fueled her desire.

Shipra’s moans grew louder, her body trembling, the shame curling into something dark and addictive. “A fucking cheater… an unsatisfied, filthy cheating wife....a bitch in heat… a SLUT,” she sobbed, the words tearing from her throat as she surrendered completely.

“That's right," Patode smirked with satisfaction. "And whose slut are you?” he pressed, his voice turning into a thick, seductive drawl. “Who owns that sinful little body? Who makes you feel like this? Who, Shipra?”

“You… You, Patode,” she gasped, barely able to form words through the rising heat building inside her. “I’m your slut… your toy… You own me. My body… my moans… my cunt—only you can satisfy me. Only you—ahhhh—Patode!” Her body shook as the orgasm built to an unbearable crescendo, and she could barely breathe between the waves of ecstasy.

Then, just as she teetered on the edge, Patode’s voice took on a new cruelty—one meant to completely unmake her.

“Now imagine Alok standing right there,” he said, a slow, sinister smile tugging at his lips. “Watching you—watching his ‘perfect’ wife unravel under another man’s control. Watching you obey every filthy command I give like a shameless whore.”

Shipra whimpered, her eyes fluttering, torn between release and humiliation.

“Look into his eyes, Shipra,” Patode continued, his voice like velvet and poison. “Tell him what he is. Tell him he’s a pathetic, useless excuse of a husband. Tell him that from now on… you’re mine. That he’ll have to watch you getting fucked by me—right here, on his bed—as punishment for failing to be the man you need.”

Her breath caught. The sheer debasement of it, the fantasy of being seen, being exposed—it pushed her over the edge.

Shipra's entire body seized, suspended in a moment of unbearable tension. Patode’s voice still echoed in her mind—cruel, commanding, utterly in control. 

Hovering at the brink of release, Shipra trembled, caught between hesitation and surrender. Patode’s cruel, degrading words echoed in her ears—relentless, possessive and downright depraved. And the image of Alok… helpless, standing just beyond reach, forced to watch as she gave herself so completely to another man… sent a forbidden thrill racing through her. The twisted pleasure of that thought shattered her final restraint. Before the words could even leave her lips, the climax that had been building inside her crested and crashed down with breathtaking force.

And then it hit her finally.

Her back arched violently, her hips jerked off the mattress and a strangled cry ripped from her throat as her orgasm tore through her like a tidal wave. Pleasure exploded from her core, crashing over her in wave after wave, drowning every thought, every shame, every lingering resistance. Her legs trembled, her body quivered uncontrollably as her breath came in ragged gasps.



“F-fuck… I’m—I'm cumming!” 

The words tore from Shipra's throat in a broken sob, her voice trembling, barely recognizable even to herself. Every nerve in her body was alight, her thoughts dissolving into white-hot static as pleasure surged through her in relentless waves. She was drowning in it-no, she was burning, her skin flushed and feverish, her muscles coiled so tight she thought she might shatter.

Her fingers worked furiously at her clit, desperate to prolong the unbearable ecstasy, but her body had already tipped past the point of no return. A high-pitched whine escaped her lips and her thighs trembled uncontrollably, her hips lifted off the mattress in wild, helpless jerks. The orgasm ripped through her like a shockwave, and then—her pussy clenched and pulsed, hot and wet, before it let go completely. A sudden gush of her release squirted from between her legs.  Another followed, then another, her body convulsing as her juices spilled freely in rhythmic jets of slick, clear fluid.


Shipra moaned brokenly, her voice caught somewhere between ecstasy and disbelief. Her body refused to stop shaking, caught in the aftershocks of the overwhelming high. The bed beneath her was soaked, the dark stain spreading wide.

Her fingers slowed, trembling and slick, still pressed to her throbbing clit as as her hips gave a final sharp twitch, releasing remnant spurt of her juices. Her breath came in ragged pants, chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples stiff against the sweat-slicked air. She collapsed back onto the mattress, dazed, her thighs glistening and the sheets beneath her soaked with the undeniable proof of her surrender—raw, uncontrollable, and utterly consumed by her own touch.

Across the screen, Shipra's shameless and depraved display of raw unfiltered desire, every filthy confession from her lips, every humiliating, degrading act she performed, only fueled the fire. Her complete surrender—mind, body, and dignity—culminated in a wild, uncontrollable orgasm that left her squirting, perhaps for the first time in her life. It was primal. Unhinged. Beautiful in its vulgarity.

For Patode, it was too much. His restraint shattered. His grip on his cock tightened, strokes turning frantic, feral. He groaned deep in his throat, watching her lose herself completely, and felt his own climax surge toward the edge.

“Oh fuckkk… Shipra… I’m gonna cum all over you, you filthy little slut,” he growled, voice thick with lust and on the verge of collapse.

Then it hit him—his balls tightened with explosive force, and his cock jerked violently in his hand. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from him, spilling over his chest and abs, smearing messily across his hand. He groaned like an animal, his body arching slightly off the couch with each pulse. It went on, long and heavy—his orgasm rolling through him in waves until he was left panting, covered in sweat and cum, completely spent.

His head lolled back against the cushion, breath ragged, heart pounding. The room was quiet, except for the faint static of the still-open call and the soft, wet sounds of Shipra catching her breath on the other side. For a few moments, neither of them spoke, lost in the shared afterglow—the tension between them now thick with something deeper than just lust.

Then ping—a sharp, chirping chime broke through the haze.

Patode blinked, slowly pulling himself out of the fog of ecstasy as his phone lit up with a new message. He reached for it lazily, a sly smile already creeping onto his lips as his eyes scanned the notification.

His grin widened into something surreal—mischievous, almost triumphant. Whatever the message was, it lit a spark in him that matched the satisfaction he’d just drowned in.

“What a day…” he muttered under his breath, chest still rising and falling as he opened the message with a swipe.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the call, Shipra was just beginning to collect herself—legs still trembling, fingers sticky, her body splayed in the aftermath of pleasure. She reached for a pillow to pull over herself, trying to catch her breath and process the storm she’d just weathered when—

Ding dong.
Ding dong.

The sharp ring of the doorbell sliced through the heavy silence like a blade, jerking her upright with a gasp. Her eyes widened, heart stuttering in her chest.

Reality crashed back in, fast and cold.

Someone was at the door.

End of Chapter 32: An Awakening of Dual of Life: Part 1 

And with regards to the update, this tym update is really brilliant... More than sex part i enjpyed the way she says patode to be frank truthful and consoling herself to live a dual lyf... Really enjoyed.. But i am afraid tat again this shipra character will change and say, no patode...that was just nick of the moment i behaved so blah blah... If she continues the same and be submissive then i feel it wud be gr8