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Chapter 49 – The Mole and the Lesson
Prem sat in his office the next day — sun streaming through the window, casting long shadows on his desk.
The ceremony's unease lingered — Nivi's flushed cheeks, the way she adjusted her saree, Rohan's casual return.
It nagged at him.
He got doubt again — Why did they take so long? What was that look on her face?
He wanted to test himself — prove his doubts wrong.
But fear of getting caught spying stopped him.
He thought of installing CCTV camera in Nivi's office place — but that's a place of Rohan as well. Offending won't be good.
Hours passed but the thoughts kept lingering... he was on video call with a client he was physically present but his mind somewhere else.
Client deviated to different topics.. client thought prem is listening and been telling his success secrets.. all prem did was mmm mmm replies..
that is when an unexpected words pulled back prem...
The client, an old associate, leaned back in his chair on the video call.
"You know, Prem, I don't trust my staffs fully these days. So I made a mole — a friend of mine to work as subordinate, a worker in my own company. Through him I collect all details... my friend Prakash is good at it."
The words hit Prem like a spark.
Suddenly this reminded him of Nitin Prakash — the guy Prem met at the bus when his car breakdown, Nitin though working he was looking for better jobs.. maybe..., the one who helped with the tire, shared a laugh, exchanged numbers.
Friendly, reliable — and now, perhaps, perfect for what Prem needed.
His doubts from the pooja — Nivi's flushed face, the way she adjusted her saree, Rohan's casual return — had festered overnight.
Something's off. I need to know.
He decided to call him.
Searched contacts — found the number.
The ring went up — tone echoing in his ear, heart pounding with a mix of hope and dread.
Cut to Rohan's house — the penthouse, in Prem's bedroom.
Nivi was crazily moaning to every thrust of Rohan.
They had not gone to office — came back early for sex, skipping lunch meetings, the door locked behind them.
The room — dim, curtains drawn against the afternoon sun, bed sheets rumpled and damp, air thick with their scents of sweat and desire.
Rohan above her — hips snapping, deep, rhythmic, skin slapping against skin in a wet, echoing rhythm.
Nivi's legs wrapped around him — nails digging into his back, head thrown back on the pillow, eyes half-closed in ecstasy.
"Oh god... Rohan... harder..."
He obliged — thrust deeper, grinding, hitting that spot that made her arch off the bed, breasts pressing against his chest.
The bed creaked — rhythmic, dramatic, like a scene from a forbidden film, wood groaning under their weight.
Sweat glistened on their bodies — her fair skin flushed pink, his darker tone contrasting, muscles flexing with each powerful movement.
She felt him — thick, filling, stretching her completely.
This is what I crave... but shouldn't...
They both came together — her walls clenching, milking him in waves, his release hot and deep inside her.
She cried out — loud, unrestrained, voice breaking.
He groaned — collapsing on her, weight comforting, breath hot on her neck.
Now she rest on him — bodies entangled, hearts pounding in sync.
She said — voice breathless — "It's enough... only next week."
He laughed he look at her... sweating together still in embrace...
he decided to throw a bait now he decided to speak
He chuckled — soft, low.
"If you are tired by this, how will you open to different ideas?"
She said — propping up on elbow, looking down at him.
"I'm having with someone other than my husband itself is new... I don't know what you are suggesting..."
He asked — voice curious, teasing.
"What all positions do you know in sex?"
She was hesitant. she said why are you asking all these
Rohan stressed just tell me.. i will say what i is
Nivi said — shy, but honest.
"penetration, then some oral, and some people have in ass..."
He said — "Better my job is easier. So you are aware of all these... Now what you does with me or prem..."
"Okay.... penetration in my vagina... never did in ass... oral maybe blowjob for you and Prem...
but you got better. I just didn't do him fully as I felt shivering..."
Rohan said — "That is where I'm. Deep inside you may have wishes but you fear about judgement... so you might miss asking him. you thin subconsciously if prem will find it odd or offended that you know better sex better demand or he will think bad about you...but in reality its just your wish like every men have.. womens face these.. .. maybe you might have more appetite than me..."
She said — "Mm maybe..."
But see you didnt mention any of these..
Rohan slowly said...
"You didn't know that there is 69, cowgirl.. Standing ..... Butterfly .Pretzel ."
He listed — voice like a teacher, dramatic, cinematic, as if unveiling a secret world.
She asked — what it is?
He explained all — slow, detailed, painting pictures with words, his hand tracing invisible lines on her skin.
"Standing — me lifting you, thrusting deep while you wrap legs around."
"Butterfly — you on edge of bed, legs up, me standing, controlling angle."
"Pretzel — twisted bodies, deep penetration, intimate eye contact."
"Reverse Cowgirl — you on top, back to me, riding while I watch."
"Doggy Style — you on knees, me behind, animalistic, hard."
For 69: "Mouths on each other... simultaneous pleasure, tasting while being tasted."
Cowgirl: "You on top, controlling rhythm, my hands on your breasts."
She felt shy — "You want me to do all with you?"
She didn't look at him her hand was circling on his hairy chest.... she was shy and hesitatnt but her tone was curious.
He said — "Yes we do... if you are still feeling shy for it, the world is going even more faster..."
She asked with curiosity — "What is that?"
He said — "There is something called threesome, swapping... double penetration..."
And he explained all those — voice low, dramatic, cinematic.
Threesome: "Two men, one woman... or variations. Pleasure from all sides, filled completely."
Swapping: "Partners exchange... new bodies, new thrills."
Double penetration: "One in front, one in back... ultimate fullness, waves of ecstasy you can't imagine."
Nivi said — "No no no" — she raised from the bed, sheet slipping, body exposed.
He pulled her back — gentle, calming.
"Don't panic. These are just things there in sex world. Whatever you can buy I will do with you. No compulsion."
She went silent — mind reeling.
Then she started — "If you are suggesting me so... have you done all with your wife or someone..."
She was expecting an honest answer from him.
He said — "I know you won't judge me... I never got anything better from my wife but I did it with a friend before marriage... not all in positions yes... in next level except swap..."
She was amazed — threesome and double penetration...
He said — "Yes...."
Nivi never knows it's something deeper she is getting into.
But here she asked that Rohan didn't expect ...
So if you have done threesome or double penetration it could be two men right..? who was the other...?? how did you allow it? don't you feel odd or strange... is the one stranger or friend?
Rohan got alarmed that detail is not necessary here.. he looked like unwantedly get into trap potentially laid for Nivi and he unexpectedly got into
Prem sat in his office the next day — sun streaming through the window, casting long shadows on his desk.
The ceremony's unease lingered — Nivi's flushed cheeks, the way she adjusted her saree, Rohan's casual return.
It nagged at him.
He got doubt again — Why did they take so long? What was that look on her face?
He wanted to test himself — prove his doubts wrong.
But fear of getting caught spying stopped him.
He thought of installing CCTV camera in Nivi's office place — but that's a place of Rohan as well. Offending won't be good.
Hours passed but the thoughts kept lingering... he was on video call with a client he was physically present but his mind somewhere else.
Client deviated to different topics.. client thought prem is listening and been telling his success secrets.. all prem did was mmm mmm replies..
that is when an unexpected words pulled back prem...
The client, an old associate, leaned back in his chair on the video call.
"You know, Prem, I don't trust my staffs fully these days. So I made a mole — a friend of mine to work as subordinate, a worker in my own company. Through him I collect all details... my friend Prakash is good at it."
The words hit Prem like a spark.
Suddenly this reminded him of Nitin Prakash — the guy Prem met at the bus when his car breakdown, Nitin though working he was looking for better jobs.. maybe..., the one who helped with the tire, shared a laugh, exchanged numbers.
Friendly, reliable — and now, perhaps, perfect for what Prem needed.
His doubts from the pooja — Nivi's flushed face, the way she adjusted her saree, Rohan's casual return — had festered overnight.
Something's off. I need to know.
He decided to call him.
Searched contacts — found the number.
The ring went up — tone echoing in his ear, heart pounding with a mix of hope and dread.
Cut to Rohan's house — the penthouse, in Prem's bedroom.
Nivi was crazily moaning to every thrust of Rohan.
They had not gone to office — came back early for sex, skipping lunch meetings, the door locked behind them.
The room — dim, curtains drawn against the afternoon sun, bed sheets rumpled and damp, air thick with their scents of sweat and desire.
Rohan above her — hips snapping, deep, rhythmic, skin slapping against skin in a wet, echoing rhythm.
Nivi's legs wrapped around him — nails digging into his back, head thrown back on the pillow, eyes half-closed in ecstasy.
"Oh god... Rohan... harder..."
He obliged — thrust deeper, grinding, hitting that spot that made her arch off the bed, breasts pressing against his chest.
The bed creaked — rhythmic, dramatic, like a scene from a forbidden film, wood groaning under their weight.
Sweat glistened on their bodies — her fair skin flushed pink, his darker tone contrasting, muscles flexing with each powerful movement.
She felt him — thick, filling, stretching her completely.
This is what I crave... but shouldn't...
They both came together — her walls clenching, milking him in waves, his release hot and deep inside her.
She cried out — loud, unrestrained, voice breaking.
He groaned — collapsing on her, weight comforting, breath hot on her neck.
Now she rest on him — bodies entangled, hearts pounding in sync.
She said — voice breathless — "It's enough... only next week."
He laughed he look at her... sweating together still in embrace...
he decided to throw a bait now he decided to speak
He chuckled — soft, low.
"If you are tired by this, how will you open to different ideas?"
She said — propping up on elbow, looking down at him.
"I'm having with someone other than my husband itself is new... I don't know what you are suggesting..."
He asked — voice curious, teasing.
"What all positions do you know in sex?"
She was hesitant. she said why are you asking all these
Rohan stressed just tell me.. i will say what i is
Nivi said — shy, but honest.
"penetration, then some oral, and some people have in ass..."
He said — "Better my job is easier. So you are aware of all these... Now what you does with me or prem..."
"Okay.... penetration in my vagina... never did in ass... oral maybe blowjob for you and Prem...
but you got better. I just didn't do him fully as I felt shivering..."
Rohan said — "That is where I'm. Deep inside you may have wishes but you fear about judgement... so you might miss asking him. you thin subconsciously if prem will find it odd or offended that you know better sex better demand or he will think bad about you...but in reality its just your wish like every men have.. womens face these.. .. maybe you might have more appetite than me..."
She said — "Mm maybe..."
But see you didnt mention any of these..
Rohan slowly said...
"You didn't know that there is 69, cowgirl.. Standing ..... Butterfly .Pretzel ."
He listed — voice like a teacher, dramatic, cinematic, as if unveiling a secret world.
She asked — what it is?
He explained all — slow, detailed, painting pictures with words, his hand tracing invisible lines on her skin.
"Standing — me lifting you, thrusting deep while you wrap legs around."
"Butterfly — you on edge of bed, legs up, me standing, controlling angle."
"Pretzel — twisted bodies, deep penetration, intimate eye contact."
"Reverse Cowgirl — you on top, back to me, riding while I watch."
"Doggy Style — you on knees, me behind, animalistic, hard."
For 69: "Mouths on each other... simultaneous pleasure, tasting while being tasted."
Cowgirl: "You on top, controlling rhythm, my hands on your breasts."
She felt shy — "You want me to do all with you?"
She didn't look at him her hand was circling on his hairy chest.... she was shy and hesitatnt but her tone was curious.
He said — "Yes we do... if you are still feeling shy for it, the world is going even more faster..."
She asked with curiosity — "What is that?"
He said — "There is something called threesome, swapping... double penetration..."
And he explained all those — voice low, dramatic, cinematic.
Threesome: "Two men, one woman... or variations. Pleasure from all sides, filled completely."
Swapping: "Partners exchange... new bodies, new thrills."
Double penetration: "One in front, one in back... ultimate fullness, waves of ecstasy you can't imagine."
Nivi said — "No no no" — she raised from the bed, sheet slipping, body exposed.
He pulled her back — gentle, calming.
"Don't panic. These are just things there in sex world. Whatever you can buy I will do with you. No compulsion."
She went silent — mind reeling.
Then she started — "If you are suggesting me so... have you done all with your wife or someone..."
She was expecting an honest answer from him.
He said — "I know you won't judge me... I never got anything better from my wife but I did it with a friend before marriage... not all in positions yes... in next level except swap..."
She was amazed — threesome and double penetration...
He said — "Yes...."
Nivi never knows it's something deeper she is getting into.
But here she asked that Rohan didn't expect ...
So if you have done threesome or double penetration it could be two men right..? who was the other...?? how did you allow it? don't you feel odd or strange... is the one stranger or friend?
Rohan got alarmed that detail is not necessary here.. he looked like unwantedly get into trap potentially laid for Nivi and he unexpectedly got into
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