Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 35:

The sharp creak of the door broke through the silence of Patode's bedroom, dragging him from the depths of his sated slumber. Patode stirred, stretching his limbs with a groggy grunt. He rubbed his eyes lazily, his fingers trailed across the crumpled sheets—still damp in places, still warm where their bodies had been tangled together. Instinctively, his hand reached out, searching for Shipra’s soft curves beside him. But her spot was empty. Only the tangled bedsheets, and the faint scent of her perfume remained.

 

His gaze drifted toward the source of the earlier noise—the bedroom door—and that’s when his eyes fully opened, glinting with admiration and mischief at the sight before him.

 

Shipra was standing at the doorway, her fingers deftly weaving her dark hair into a loose bun. She had his shirt on, the one he had carelessly discarded last night in the heat of their passion. And even from his blurry eyes it wasn't hard for Patode to catch Shipra's nakedness beneath his oversized shirt.

 

The wrinkled fabric was loosely dbangd over Shipra's upper body, the shoulders drooping slightly exposing the delicate curve of her collarbone, the loose sleeves rolled messily up her arms, the buttons carelessly fastened and the hem barely brushing her upper thighs. Whether out of sleep-induced carelessness or sheer mischief, Shipra had only fastened a few of the middle buttons. The result was maddeningly provocative. 

 

Her full, heavy breasts moved subtly with every unhurried movement, swaying freely beneath the thin fabric. With no bra to restrain them, they settled and shifted with a natural, sensual weight, the parted shirt offering a teasing view of the shadowed valley between them. The soft curves, unbound and beautifully bare beneath the cloth, threatened to spill into full view with the slightest motion. Her nipples, stiff with morning chill or perhaps some unspoken thrill, pressed boldly against the thin cotton — hardened peaks that turned the material translucent, revealing just enough to torment the gaze but not enough to satisfy it.

The moment their eyes locked, a flush of heat rushed across Shipra’s cheeks. Shame and embarrassment colored her face, yet beneath that delicate hue something else lingered—an unspoken rebellion, the stubborn spark of last night’s sin, and a dangerous trace of the lust that had consumed her. Her lips parted, trembling ever so slightly before curving into a faint, hesitant smile that carried both shyness and mischief.

 

 "Good morning," Shipra spoke softly with a faint shy smile as she ignored Patode's lecherous hungry gaze, and made her way inside.

 

"Good morning, indeed,” Patode murmured, his voice thick with sleep yet quickly sharpening into its usual cocky edge as he pushed himself against the bedrest. "Waking up to another man's wife- strolling half-naked in my bedroom, thoroughly ravished, dripping with sexual satisfaction, and still glowing from it. There's nothing more satisfying and sexy than that," he continued gauging Shipra's reaction, her body language, her silence for any signs of remorse, guilt or repentance. 

 

But there was none.

 

Patode smirked, a silent expression of confidence, arrogance and triumph curling his lips as for the first time there was no trace of hesitation in Shipra—no shadow of guilt tightening her jaw, no shame flickering in her eyes, no stiffness in her limbs betraying internal conflict. This time, Shipra wasn’t retreating behind remorse. She wasn’t fragile or conflicted. Shipra didn’t look broken. 

 

She looked… alive.

 

A slow breath escaped him—part relief, part hunger reigniting. Whatever spell last night had cast still clung to her skin, warm and glowing, making her unbearably irresistible. His desire, dulled only by the brief hours of sleep, stirred violently again.

 

Now, he was certain: she had surrendered completely. She was his—utterly and without resistance.

 

“But,” Patode drawled, his voice lazy yet charged with lechery, “it would be a perfect morning with you back in this bed, warming me again.” He smirked, making his crude suggestion as his hand brushed deliberately over the bulge beneath the sheets.

 

“You would love that, wouldn’t you?” Shipra shot back, her voice edged with mock anger as she spun around, planting her hands firmly on her wide, curvy hips. “Haven’t you had enough last night?”

 

Patode chuckled darkly, his gaze fixed on her with arrogant hunger. “Which idiot—except that foolish husband of yours—would ever get enough of such a sexy milf like you, Shipra?” His tone dripped with manipulation, sly and deliberate. “Now drop this little shy act and come here. I need a hand here.” With a wicked grin, he gestured towards his swollen erection, the massive tent straining against the thin sheet covering his lower body.

 

Shipra’s lips parted unconsciously as her eyes wandered—trailing from his broad torso down to the thick ridge pushing against the fabric. She bit her lip, heat pooling low in her belly. “Mmm… your offer is tempting, Patode,” she admitted, her voice husky, betraying her arousal before she forced herself to harden. “But let’s get serious for a moment before things spiral out of control again like last night.” Her expression shifted, soft lust giving way to concern, her steps slow as she moved closer to the bed.

 

“Last night was something else....but.… things went too far, Patode,” she whispered, her tone trembling, layered with both regret and unease. “We need to be careful—if we’re going to continue this.”

 

Patode snorted, waving away her words. “On the contrary,” he interrupted, not letting her dwell on the weight of her confession. “Things went exactly the way should have, Shipra. Wild, Unrestrained and fucking pleasurable. And don’t pretend you weren’t enjoying it. Hell, you teased me, begged me to go harder, wilder, loving every second of it.” His grin widened, shameless and cruel. “Don’t dress it up with guilt now. That was only a glimpse of the world I’m going to open up for you—a world of pleasure and ecstasy you’ve never tasted before. You’ll beg for more, Shipra. Just like you did last night.”

 

His words were deliberately careless, his tone designed to erode her resistance, to pull her deeper into his scheme.

 

Shipra’s brows knitted, her lips pressing together in frustration at his lack of understanding of her concerns. Then, without another word, she slid a hand into the shirt pocket and pulled out a small box pack. She tossed it onto the bed; it landed on Patode’s chest with a soft thud. A box of condoms.

 

“Here,” she said coldly, her voice firmer now, cutting through his arrogance. “I’m not just talking about how wild and rough things got, Patode. I know we lost control in the heat of the moment and I am not denying that I enjoyed it, but my concern is you ignoring me when I told you to pull out.” Her voice rose slightly, the weight of her words sharp. “I can hide the hickies. I can hide the bite marks. But I can’t hide a swollen belly.”

 

She straightened, her expression turning a little teasing and seductive as she raised the shirt just enough to give Patode a tentalising look between her thies but not baring it all. “From now on, you won’t get this married pussy without wearing one of these. I won’t risk my life and reputation for a few nights of pleasure. Not again. If this continues, it will be on my terms, my rules. I hope you understand that, Patode. I hope we’re on the same page.”

 

Patode’s eyes gleamed as he picked up the condom box, turning it over with deliberate slowness, smirking as if amused by her boldness. “Extra large and dotted, hmm? I must admit, I like your… preparedness and openness, Shipra.” His voice dropped into that husky, arrogant tone she knew too well. “But once again, you seem to be forgetting the real dynamics of this little arrangement.”

 

He leaned back against the headboard, throwing the condom pack to the side as his smirk widened. “You see Shipra, I am not your lover or boyfriend and this isn't just a simple fling. This adulterous affair is a mutual beneficial arrangement where right now I’m the one bringing more to the table than you. I’m not just giving you a smooth ride in this rural posting… I'm shielding you at the branch, helping you climb the ladder to that much needed promotion, keeping your pretty little head above the mud when trouble brews. And above all, I’m giving you something your lousy husband never could—fulfilling those aching sexual needs of yours, making you experience a world of pleasure you have been craving and for once being a real man in your life you can count on.”

 

He tilted his head, eyes locking on her as he continued. “So tell me, Shipra… don’t you think it’s a little unfair for you alone to dictate the rules here? I’m not saying I won’t use protection—I understand the risks you’re hinting at—but if I’m expected to give up the raw, intoxicating feel of you bare… what exactly do I get in return? Because for me, nothing compares to the pleasure—physical, psychological, primal—of owning you without barriers. And if you really want me to play it safe… well, you’d better make it worth my while.”

 

The silence that followed was deafening. Shipra swallowed hard, her lips parting but no words coming out at first. His logic—lecherous, selfish, yet unshakably firm—left her cornered. This wasn’t just an illicit fling for her; this was survival. This was a way to get her life sorted. Patode had become both her relief and her risk. Through him, her gnawing sexual frustrations were kept at bay, and in a twisted way, he was the glue preventing her marriage from splintering completely.

 

She took a hesitant step closer to the bed, her breath shallow, her body betraying both nervousness and anticipation. Almost within his reach now, she finally broke the silence, her voice softer, edged with resignation.

“And what exactly do you have in that perverted mind of yours… to make it worth your while?” she asked, bracing herself for whatever demand—however degrading, however twisted—he might unleash.

 

Patode’s smirk deepened, the predator savoring the moment prey finally stopped resisting. He didn’t blink, didn’t look away, his eyes devouring her submission. Then, with a swift, almost theatrical motion, he tossed the sheet aside, unveiling the thick, throbbing length of his erection that strained angrily upward.

 

His voice was hoarse with hunger, a rasp of lust sharpened by power. “For starters, why don’t you give me a Shipra special blowjob,” he drawled, almost mocking her. “While you’re down there, pleasing me, maybe we can negotiate the terms which will satisfy me enough to wear a condom.”

 

He chuckled darkly, his amusement and dominance filling the room. “I won’t be needing to wear a condom for that… right?” he sneered, letting the cruel jab hang in the air.

 

Before Shipra could process the sting of his words, his hand shot out with possessive authority. He grabbed her arm firmly and yanked her forward. She stumbled, caught off balance, landing on her knees atop the mattress. In an instant, her face was just inches above the thick, veined length of his cock—towering, heavy, flushed with heat and lust.

Patode leaned back against the headboard, smug satisfaction written across his face, his voice dropping to a growl as he tightened his grip on her hair. “Now… open wide and prove to me you understand exactly who makes the rules here.”

 

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“Where the fuck is that bastard Bhiva?” Chetan’s roar rattled the glass door of Alokk’s mobile shop as he stormed inside, nostrils flaring, eyes wild with rage and dread. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles had gone pale.

 

Alokk, lounging behind the counter with a paan-stained grin, didn’t even flinch. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and let out a mocking laugh. “Well, well, well… look who finally decided to bless us with his royal presence. The pride of Ambruj himself—multi-talented, multi-screwed, Shri Shri Shri Chetan.” His voice dripped sarcasm, each word cutting like a blade. “Couldn’t catch a break in Pune, got dumped like a dog, and now back home—fucked over by your own friend. What a tragic comedy! Hahaha!”

 

“Don’t push me, Alokk.” Chetan’s voice shook, not with fear but with boiling fury. “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit. Just tell me where the hell Bhiva is. I’ll drag him out myself and make him clear my name from this murder mess he’s dumped on me.” His chest heaved as his voice cracked with desperation.

 

“How the fuck would I know where Bhiva is?” Alokk spat, waving his hand like Chetan was nothing more than a mosquito buzzing in his ear. His smirk faded into a scowl. “Go ask his godfather—that brute Patode. Bhiva doesn’t shit without his orders.”

 

Chetan cursed under his breath, the sound like a growl. He collapsed into a rickety chair in the corner, head buried in his hands. “Fuckkkk… the cops are already circling me like vultures. Saad’s murder… and now my name is smeared all over it. Once they dig into my friendship with Bhiva, I’m finished. They’ll break every goddamn bone in my body till I confess to something I haven’t even done.” His voice cracked, equal parts rage and despair. “I should’ve stayed in Pune—better a broken heart than a broken skull.”

 

Alokk’s mocking tone softened, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer. “Then you better go underground like Bhiva, Chetan. Things are only going to get darker for you from here.”

 

Chetan lifted his head, his glare sharp and cutting. “Not just for me, Alokk. Anyone tied to Bhiva will get dragged through this mud. You. Swapnil. Every one of his bootlickers.”

 

For the first time, Alokk’s grin faltered, his face paling as the truth sank in. His bravado slipped, replaced with unease. “This… this whole fucking mess exists because of Patode.” His voice turned bitter, venom curling around each syllable. “I swear, it reeks of him.”

 

Chetan straightened, suspicion flashing in his eyes. “What the hell are you talking about? How’s Patode mixed up in all this?”

 

“I don’t know every detail,” Alokk hissed, his voice lowering as if the walls themselves might betray him. “But I’ll stake my life on it—Patode is the real mastermind behind Saad Hasan’s murder. Bhiva’s just his pawn. You think Bhiva had the balls to take on Saad alone? No. Patode must’ve pushed him—provoked him—using that whole Sanju kidnapping mess.”

 

Chetan slammed his fist on the armrest of the chair, anger flaring again. “security officer don’t build cases on hunches, you idiot! And Patode? He’s untouchable. A respected bank employee, a union leader, with links with politicians. No inspector in this godforsaken state would dare list him as a suspect. We’re cooked. Finished!”

 

But Alokk’s eyes burned with something darker—vengeance. He leaned in closer, voice sharp like a blade pressed against Chetan’s ear. “It’s not a hunch, Chetan. You’ve been away too long, you don’t know the monster Patode has become. He’s more than a banker or a union mouthpiece—he’s knee-deep in the dirty business of that MLA. And if you want to crawl out of this grave Bhiva’s dug for you, there’s only one way.”

 

Chetan’s eyes narrowed. “And what’s that?”

 

“You give the cops another name. Another suspect. And the only man filthy enough, powerful enough, to make them pause and rethink…” Alokk’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “…is Patode.”

 

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“Ohhh… yes… now that’s what I’m talking about,” Patode rasped, his voice thick with raw pleasure as his head fell back against the headboard. His chest heaved, each groan reverberating from deep inside him as Shipra’s lips worked eagerly around his massive shaft.

 

On her knees before him, Shipra moved with hungry determination. Her head bobbed in a smooth, rhythmic pace, her glossy lips stretching wide as she swallowed him deeper each time, the wet, lewd sounds of her mouth filling the room. Her back arched into a graceful curve, her ass jutting up high and shameless, creating a perfect view for Patode to feast on. Her left palm pressed firmly against his thigh to keep balance, while her right hand pumped the base of his cock in perfect sync with her mouth, stroking and twisting as her tongue danced along his length.

 

The combination was devastating. Patode’s hips twitched with every downward glide of her lips, the pleasure mounting relentlessly. His fingers itched for more. With a hungry growl, he reached down, grabbing the hem of the oversized shirt she wore and yanked it up over her hips. The sight of her round, supple ass framed by the soft fabric of her shirt made him curse under his breath.

 

His bulky hand spread over one cheek, caressing with a possessive hunger before giving it a firm squeeze. He kneaded her flesh, enjoying the way she gasped faintly around his cock, the vibration adding another wave of ecstasy to his already raging arousal. With a wicked grin, he brought his palm down in a light smack—just enough to make her body jolt and her ass ripple beautifully.

 

Patode leaned forward, his breath hot as he bent closer to watch her submission in action. His fingers traced lazily down the cleft of her ass, circling, teasing, before slipping lower. He found her slit drenched, her arousal betraying her despite her attempts to hold control earlier.

 

"Look at it... Your slutty cunt is dripping already, Shipra," he growled, his thick fingers gliding along her slick folds, parting them slowly before retreating again just to hear her whimper. “All this… just from sucking on my bare cock. And you thought you could resist, that you could set terms.” He chuckled darkly, cruel amusement lighting his eyes. “But you forget what you really are—a horny sex starved cheating slut who can’t get enough of me. Condom or no condom, it doesn’t matter. What matters is this… this forbidden, filthy pleasure of cheating, surrendering, and letting your cravings devour you.”

 

His words—harsh, humiliating, inescapably true—burned in her ears as her throat spasmed around him. She gagged slightly, eyes watering, but instead of pulling away, she pushed herself deeper, desperate to please him, desperate to drown out the shame with pleasure. Each muffled moan vibrated around his cock, sending jolts of ecstasy surging through him.

 

Patode gripped her hair like a leash, jerking her rhythm into his control. He forced her to take him rougher, deeper, until every bob of her head was dictated by his strength, her mouth reduced to a vessel of pleasure.

 

Shipra’s thoughts blurred, shame and morality dissolving into a haze of lust. She forgot everything else—her rules, her conditions, even her dignity. All that remained was the ache between her thighs, the raw arousal flooding her body, the primal hunger screaming for release.

 

Letting out a guttural groan, Patode looked down at her again with a wicked grin. His voice dropped to a dark whisper, heavy with threat and promise. “I know you’d spread your legs this very second if I told you to. And I’m sure it wouldn’t matter to you if I shoved my bare cock into your itching cunt and creampied you again—stuffed you full and pumped my potent seed deep into your womb.”

 

Patode paused, his grip tightening on her hips as he pulled Shipra’s body upward, dragging her ass toward his face with a sudden, forceful motion. In one fluid shift, he swung her around and positioned her legs on either side of his broad chest, locking her into place. Now they were stacked in a raw, filthy 69, her soaked cunt hovering inches from his mouth while her lips were still stretched around his cock.

 

For a moment, he simply admired the view—the sinful perfection of her body offered to him. Her ass cheeks were round and supple, quivering slightly under his touch. Her cunt glistened with arousal, juices dripping down her thighs, shameless evidence of how deeply she craved this degradation. Just above, her tight, puckered hole twitched under his hungry gaze, a secret he promised himself he’d claim soon enough.

 

His smirk widened as his voice cut through the heavy silence, cruel and unyielding. “So let’s make one thing very clear, you cock hungry slut. I’ll use protection—but not because you demand it. I’ll do it because I don’t want you knocked up… at least not yet.” He leaned closer, his smirk broadening as her wide, tearful eyes looked up at him, helpless yet aroused beyond reason.

 

“In return for my… consideration, you’ll give me everything. Fulfilling every filthy fantasy of mine and living every forbidden desire you've ever tried to bury,” he chuckled, his voice vibrating with excitement, “And it begins tonight. I’ve planned something special for you… something that will strip away your illusions of control, something that will take you to another level of sexual pleasure and will make you remember exactly what your place is in this relationship—beneath me, obeying, craving, begging for more."

 

Patode didn’t give her the courtesy of a warning. In the very next heartbeat, his mouth was on her. His tongue slid out, hot and wet, dragging a slow, merciless line along her swollen slit. The tip teased between her folds, parting them with deliberate cruelty before lapping up the flood of her juices. The effect was instantaneous—Shipra’s entire body arched like a live wire, a violent shiver coursing through her as her core clenched in the grip of a rising orgasm she wasn’t ready for.

 

“Oh… fuuuuucckkkkkkkkk,” Shipra cried out, her lips breaking away from Patode’s cock as her mouth betrayed her control. Her hands trembled against his thighs, the sheer intensity of the sensation forcing her to steal a desperate breath. She twisted her head over her shoulder, strands of hair sticking to her sweat-slicked cheek, her eyes burning with a mix of lust and lingering defiance.

 

“Don’t you get full of yourself, Patode,” she panted, her voice shaky but edged with boldness. “Yes—you make me feel things I’ve never felt before. You’ve given me the kind of raw, intoxicating pleasure I’ve been starving for, the kind my body has been denied for years… But don’t forget what you’re getting in return, Patode. I am not just another married woman you have managed to seduce. With me, you’ve got—the wildest, the sexiest MILF you could have ever conjured in your filthiest dreams. And not just for one stolen night… but for the next few months......maybe longer." 

 

She paused deliberately, letting the weight of her words hang between them as her lust-darkened eyes locked with his. Her lips curled into a shaky, breathless smirk. “And you may try to hide it behind that cocky arrogance of yours,” she whispered, her tone breaking on a gasp, “but it’s obvious, Patode… you’re just as desperate for me as I am for you. You can act like you’re the one in control, like it’s only me falling apart here—but I see through you. The way you devour me, the way you lust for me… you’re addicted as well. Addicted to me.”

 

Her voice faltered, crumbling into a cry as his grip suddenly tightened on her ass. “So don’t think I’ll just surrender to your twisted, filthy fantasies so easily. I’ll—Oh god… ahhhhhh… unnghhhhhh!”

 

Her words shattered into broken cries as Patode’s grip tightened around her ass. With a rough spread of her cheeks, he buried his face between them, his mouth devouring her without mercy. His tongue plunged deep inside her drenched slit, stroking the sensitive walls before curling upward to lash directly against her g-spot. The sudden surge of pressure tore another scream from her throat, her legs quivering uncontrollably as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure ripped through her body.

 

Patode growled low against her sex, the vibrations sending her spiraling further into delirium as he ate her out with a hunger that left no room for escape, only submission to the brutal ecstasy he was forcing upon her. But Shipra was far from broken. Even as her body shook under his relentless assault, her pride flared, a stubborn fire that refused to be extinguished. With a strangled moan, she pushed herself lower, swallowing Patode’s thick cock back into her mouth with reckless determination. Her lips sealed tight around his shaft, sliding down until the tip pressed against the back of her throat, her gagged breath vibrating around him in defiance.

 

She devoured him with renewed vigor, each wet, eager suck a challenge, as though daring him to admit he was just as close to unraveling as she was. Her tongue flicked and curled along his length, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from him, savoring it like a forbidden prize. It was no longer simply a sexual act—it was a carnal contest of dominance where neither was willing to yield.

 

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"At last, Jahanpanah is awake," Shrutika teased, her voice dripping with mischief as the video call came alive. She sat wrapped in a fluffy white towel, still glistening from her shower. Her phone, propped neatly against the dressing table, caught her in just the right angle—the camera framing her bare shoulders, the subtle curve of her cleavage, and the fresh droplets clinging to her toned, feminine body. She looked sinfully delicious, an intoxicating contrast to the disciplined, commanding aura she carried in her uniform.

 

"I truly wonder," she went on in her playful rant, dipping her fingers into the moisturizer and smoothing it over her silky skin, "how a man holding such an important post can also be such a lazy sloth in the mornings."

 

From under his sheets, Vikrant stretched with deliberate laziness, his voice gravelly, hoarse from sleep. "Goooood morning to you too, Shruti… my love," he murmured, a smug grin tugging at his lips. He was long accustomed to her sharp morning jibes, and he enjoyed giving them back twice as shamelessly. "But tell me, do you ever complain about this laziness," he drawled, his tone dipping lower, "when you’re moaning my name right here on this bed while I pin you down and make you sweat under me?"

 

The boldness in his words made Shrutika’s hand falter for a moment, her cheeks turning pink despite her attempt to hold her composure. A sheepish, shy smile crept over her lips. "God, Vikrant… always so shameless," she sighed, shaking her head, her dimples betraying her as much as her blush.

 

Vikrant pushed himself up against the headboard, the sheet slipping a little lower from his chest as he fixed her with his lazy, wicked gaze. "Besides," he continued, raising his brows suggestively, "if I’d been up earlier, I would’ve missed this divine sight. Ain’t it beautiful?"

 

His grin broadened into something deliberately sinful, and he let his eyes linger on the view, knowing full well how much his teasing unsettled her—yet secretly thrilled her.

 

"Oh really, you mean this view?" she quizzed, her eyes sparkled with playful defiance as she leaned back slightly, tugging her towel upward from her thighs. Slowly, deliberately, she revealed the smoothness of her silky upper thighs. Then, with languid grace, she parted them, making Vikrant groan at the sight. Anticipation burned in his eyes—his gaze fixed hungrily on the screen, waiting to glimpse her bare heat.

 

But just as the towel slipped past her hips, the reveal ended in disappointment. A snug pair of white panties came into view instead of the bare pussy he craved.

 

"Hahaha!" Shrutika burst out laughing, her voice echoing through the call. "You should have woken up a little early to get the divine view between my legs hubby."

 

Vikrant’s expression shifted instantly from arousal to mock despair. Shrutika, still giggling, softened her tone as she stood up and made her way to the bed where her uniform and rest of her clothes were kept. "Unlike you, I don’t get to relax. Between this Saad murder case and my own agenda, I’m neck-deep in work. The DGP is breathing down my neck, and honestly, my lack of field experience isn’t helping. I just hope you understand, babes."

 

Vikrant shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "Oh, come on, Shruti. I understand. But you owe me not just for this teasing but all these mornings you're away from me. You better make it up to me when everything is over." 

 

She rolled her eyes playfully, but the warmth in them betrayed her affection. Vikrant angled his phone closer, shamelessly admiring the beautiful curve of her body as she dropped the towel and began slipping into her uniform, each layer concealing what he longed to see.

 

"So," he said at last, half-curious, half-aroused, "what’s the progress on Saad’s case? Any real leads yet?"

 

"Nothing concrete," Shrutika replied, her voice cool, professional now as she tightened the belt at her waist and clipped her sidearm in place "But I have a prospective suspect. If today goes the way I expect, I might just have something useful."

 

Vikrant nodded slowly, his expression serious but supportive. "You’ll crack this. I know you will," he said with quiet conviction.

 

Just then, Shrutika’s official phone buzzed on the bed. She glanced down, her eyes scanning the message. "Deshmukh’s here," she murmured, her body already shifting into urgency. She picked up her jacket, tossing one last soft glance at her husband through the screen.

 

"Okay, Vikrant… I really must leave now," Shrutika said, her tone softening as the sharp edge of duty returned to her voice. With a playful flutter of her fingers, she blew him a kiss, her lips curving into a smile meant only for him. "Love you. We’ll be in touch," she whispered, her voice low, intimate as she ended the call.

 

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"That was… absolutely… mind-blowing," Patode exhaled, his chest still heaving as he lay sprawled across the bed, sweat glistening over his muscular frame. His voice carried that mix of exhaustion and smug satisfaction, the kind of tone that claimed victory in their raw contest of the flesh.

 

His lazy eyes trailed down the bed to where Shipra stood—her legs slightly apart, her hands planted firmly on her hips. Her bare body glowed, flushed and trembling faintly from the aftershocks of their reckless indulgence. Her breasts, swollen and tender, rose and fell in ragged rhythm, nipples still stiff with the stubborn memory of the relentless waves of ecstasy she had been dragged through.

 

 

A thick veil of Patode’s cum streaked between her tits, glimmering faintly in the dim light, a crude mark of possession she hadn’t wiped away yet. The sight made her look deliciously disheveled and utterly satisfied. And though her body told the story of complete satisfaction, her face expressed a mixture of disgust and a lingering shadow of lust, reluctant but insistent.

 

“Ugghhh..Look at this mess. One more reason for you to wear a condom,” Shipra sneered, looking around for something to wipe herself clean. “Good thing I haven’t showered yet.”

 

Patode chuckled low, pushing himself upright, his smirk never fading. "What Mess? That’s hot. You don’t even realize how stunning you look drenched in your lover’s jizz." He stood, closing the distance with deliberate slowness, his words dipping into a darker, teasing timbre. "Besides," he whispered as he leaned close, his breath hot against her ear, "you could have avoided this… if only you had let me finish in your mouth. No mess, just you swallowing every drop of me."

 

Shipra’s jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing as she turned her head slightly toward him. "Dream on, Patode." Her voice was calm but firm, steel beneath the silk. "That’s disgusting and degrading. If you want this to continue, you stay inside the limits I’ve set. No more."

 

Patode’s grin twisted into something more wicked. Without warning, his hand gripped her round, firm ass, and his middle finger pressed boldly between the soft cleft, brushing against her most forbidden spot.

 

"How about this hole then?" he drawled, wickedness dripping from his tone.

 

"Ouch!" Shipra gasped, her body jolting at the sudden pressure. Pain flickered across her face as she shot him a furious glare. Before she could voice her anger, Patode continued, unashamed, his finger teasing at her resistance.

 

"This solves everything," he suggested, as if offering a reasonable bargain. "No condom, no pregnancy, no mess. Just me filling you up in a place made to take it… again and again." His smile widened, shameless, perverse.

 

"Enough!" Shipra’s voice cracked like a whip, her eyes blazing. She jabbed her finger toward his chest in warning. "I said no, Patode. Don’t test me."

 

For a heartbeat, silence hung heavy. Patode raised both hands in mock surrender, stepping back with a chuckle. "Alright, alright. Relax. I was only teasing." He perched casually at the edge of the bed, studying her with that insufferable smirk.

 

But his eyes glimmered with curiosity as he added softly, almost coaxing, "Though after your reckless and Unrestrained act last night… the wildness, the way you begged for more… I’d bet you’ve tried it before. Anal." He extended his shirt toward her with a lazy gesture, offering her a way to clean herself, his tone suddenly almost gentle.

 

Shipra snatched the shirt from his hand with more force than necessary. Her tired, exasperated eyes met his as she began wiping the sticky trails off her skin, her jaw set tight. “No, Alok and I haven’t tried it. Alok is not a pervert like you.”

 

Patode’s lips curled into a crooked grin, his tone instantly sharpening like a knife. “I wasn’t talking about that loser husband of yours, Shipra. That idiot can’t even fuck a sex goddess like you to satisfaction, let alone try something as raw and erotic as anal. A man that timid isn’t man enough to explore the depths of you… haha.”

 

His words stung like venom, his every syllable mocking Alok, dragging him down in Shipra’s presence.

 

Patode’s expression shifted, eyes narrowing, tone darkening as his curiosity morphed into predatory hunger. “In fact, I was talking about your ex. With everything Namrata told me about that torrid little affair before your marriage… I can only imagine he had you spread open every which way. Tell me, Shipra—did he use all your holes? Or are you still pretending to be that prim, untouched little housewife you so desperately parade in front of the world?”

 

Shipra’s nostrils flared, anger flashing in her eyes. Her voice cracked like a whip. “Why don’t you ask your blabbermouth fuck-buddy Namrata about it, since she clearly has no shame spilling my personal life to anyone who listens.” Her words carried more venom toward Namrata than him, but the sharpness still cut through the air between them. “Now, if you’re done with this gutter talk, we have an office to attend to. Toppo will be ready with some fresh nonsense to make my life miserable today. So stop wasting time and get ready.”

 

Patode chuckled, leaning back with that infuriatingly smug air. “You see, Shipra, if you had just spread your legs for Toppo in the beginning, you wouldn’t have to deal with his games now. Word is he knows how to please women… quite well.” His grin was wicked, his eyes searching her face, savoring the thought of rattling her composure.

 

“Ewww,” Shipra grimaced, her face twisting with genuine disgust. “Which woman in her right mind would sleep with him? Even thinking about it makes my stomach turn. Yuck.” She stood, clutching the shirt around her, her movements brisk, dismissive. “I’m going to get ready. I have to visit Sanju today. You’re free to sit here and weave your vulgar little fantasies all you want.”

 

“You go on, Shipra ma’am. I have some field work to take care of today,” Patode drawled, reclining lazily against the headboard, his bare chest still glistening faintly from their earlier exertions. His voice was deceptively casual, but his eyes never left her. “I’ll pick you up in the evening… for a little surprise.”

 

Shipra paused at the doorway, shooting him a quick, curious glance. Then, without another word, she slipped out, the sound of her hurried footsteps fading down the corridor.

 

Patode’s lips curved into a slow, wolfish grin as he laid back on the bed, hands behind his head. “Soon this disgust will rot away… replaced by cravings you can’t hide,” he murmured to himself, his voice low, predatory. “It will be such a sight, Shipra—watching you tremble, moan, and beg for more while that Toppo, you despise so much uses you. And the best part? You won’t just endure it… you’ll want it. You'll love it.”

 

The thought sent a dark thrill coursing through him. His grin widened, eyes glittering with satisfaction. “But first… tonight.” He reached over, plucking his phone from the tangled bedsheet with deliberate ease. His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment, then pressed down with finality.

 

The line rang, his expression sharpening from lazy arrogance to cold calculation. “time to push things further,” Patode whispered to himself, the predatory gleam never leaving his eyes as the call connected.

 

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