Clever Companion(Real): Meet->Marriage->Suspicion->Investigator->Multiple Affairs

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Act 3 - Suspicion 
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(Kavita is still riding Vikram and Vikram moving under her with full thrust, her body slick with sweat, his movements relentless. A low, guttural hum vibrates in her chest.)

Kavita: "Hmmmm... more...I feel thirsty, hungry."

(She pulls one hand away from his chest, looks at her own fingers, and brings them to her mouth, sucking her index finger clean with a loud, wet sound. Her eyes are glazed over with pure, animalistic lust.)

Vikram: "Kavita... fuck... what are you doing?"

Kavita: "I'm still hungry... I wish I had another cock to suck right now... yours deep inside me, another one sliding down my throat..."

(She leans forward, trying to take her own nipple into her mouth. She manages to get the very tip between her lips, sucking on it for a moment.)

Kavita (mumbling): "Mmm... want to taste myself... taste my own lust and feeling amazing..."

Vikram: "You're an animal... a complete fucking animal... I can't..."

Kavita: "Shut up. You're not allowed to talk unless I tell you to."

(Vikram continues fuck Kavita from under, faster and harder, Kavita chasing her own pleasure with a single-minded focus. Her body tightens again, her breath coming in ragged gasps.)

Kavita: "Oh god... here it comes again... Vikram, don't you dare stop moving... FUCK! YES!"

(A second, powerful orgasm rocks her body. She screams into the quiet room, collapsing onto his chest, panting and trembling. Vikram lies beneath her, completely spent, his body shaking from the exertion.)

Vikram: "Okay... okay, I'm done... I can't..."

Kavita (lifting her head, her eyes blazing): "You're not done until I say you're done. Now stand here. Now."

(Stunned, he obeys her command, sliding out from under her and standing on the floor. She crawls to the edge of the bed, looking at him.)

Kavita: "You're going to come in my mouth. I want to swallow every last drop. I want to feel you shoot your load down my throat. Understand?"

Vikram: "Oh Kavita..."

(She slides off the bed and kneels between his legs. She takes his cock in her hand and begins to give him a slow, deep blowjob. Her eyes are locked on his, watching him, dominating him. It only takes a minute.)

Vikram: "Oh, fuck... I'm gonna... I'm gonna come!"

(He groans loudly as he erupts in her mouth. She takes all of it, swallowing forcefully, not spilling a drop. He lies there, gasping for breath. But she isn't finished. She licks the head of his penis clean, her tongue darting out with clinical precision.)

Kavita: "There. All licked and clean."

(She looks at his ass, a new idea sparking in her eyes. She reaches her hand down.)

Kavita: "Now, for what I wanted earlier..."

(She tries to slide a finger into his ass. Vikram yelps and scrambles away from her, pulling himself into a sitting position against the wall.)

Vikram: "No! Stop! That's enough! Enough for one day, Kavita!"

(Kavita stares at him, her lust filled expression slowly turning into genuine uncontrollable behaviour. It's the first time he's ever refused her anything.)

Kavita: "What? What do you mean, 'enough'? I'm not finished."

Vikram: "Well, I am! I can't... you're... too much. It's too much."

(Kavita looks down at her naked body, then at the pile of her clothes on the floor. She sees her kameez is torn near the shoulder from when she ripped it off.)

Kavita: "Shit. It's completely torn."

Vikram (still breathing heavily): "What?"

Kavita: "My kameez. I can't wear this back out there. What time is it?"

Vikram: "I don't know... almost five?"

Kavita: "Raj's call will be over soon. I need something to wear."

(Her eyes scan the room and fall on the shirt he was wearing, dbangd over a chair.)

Kavita: "I'm wearing that."

(She stands up, walks over, and puts on his shirt. It's huge on her, hanging down to her mid-thighs. She buttons it up, the fabric smelling of him. She grabs her other clothes, quickly wearing them, unlocks the door, and looks back at him one last time.)

Kavita: "Don't lock this."

(She slips out, leaving him standing on the floor, looking utterly defeated. She walks quickly back to her bedroom and closes the door. Raj is sitting on the bed, typing on his phone.)

Raj (looking up, a smile on his face that quickly fades into confusion): "Hey, you're back. I was just finishing up... Kavita? Is that... is that a man's shirt?"

Kavita (not meeting his eyes, walking towards the closet): "Oh, this? I... I spilled some juice on my kameez while cleaning in the kitchen. It was torn anyway from the wedding rush. I just grabbed the first thing I found in the guest room closet. I'll wash it."

Raj: "The guest room? That's Vikram's room. That's his shirt, isn't it? Why were you in his room?"

Kavita: "I wasn't. I just opened the closet in the hall and grabbed something. Stop asking so many questions, Raj. I'm going to take a shower."

(She disappears into the bathroom, leaving Raj sitting on the bed, staring at the door. A deep frown creases his forehead. The excuse felt... wrong. He was left feeling confused, a small, cold seed of doubt planted in his mind for the very first time.)