Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

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Chapter 112 –  Ride me and Prove it


Goa – Beachfront Villa – Late Night

Rishi had texted Bharath earlier.

I am sending a masked man. He will keep knocking Mirnaa’s door. She will call you in fear. Play like a hero and enter. This will happen in another 30 minutes.

Bharath stared at the message. He and Rishi had planned it already . A way to enter her space again. He wanted the same room. He wanted her to invite him. He typed back quickly.

All set.. 

The lights were still on in his room. He had not slept. 
Suddenly a knocking sound came. 

Soft at first. Then again. Bharath froze. Surprised. The man came earlier than said time? And he was knocking on the wrong door. It should be on Mirnaa’s door right?

He got up quietly. Looked through the peephole.
It was Mirnaa.

His heart jumped. Why was she here?

He caught it instantly. He smirks knowingly...

He opened the door.
“Mirnaa. Did not sleep?”

Mirnaa stood there in her nightdress. Eyes red. Voice small.
“No. I feel lonely. I want you there. Whatever bothers you let us speak it.”

She looked past him into the room. Saw the lights still on.
“You did not turn off the lights?”

Bharath realised she was hinting at his trauma drama. He smiled smoothly.
“I am alone as well.”

Mirnaa:
“Then come to my room. 
She bit her lips
Come to our room please. Please do not make me feel guilty.”
Bharath looked at her for a long second. 

Then spoke softly.

“Okay. But I do not want to sleep in bed alone. That keeps reminding me of your words, like i was some.....”

Mirnaa shook her head quickly.

“No no. Come. Let us sleep together.”
Her hand touched his.

Bharath nodded.

“Okay. Give me few minutes. You go there. I will come back.”
Mirnaa smiled gratefully. Turned and walked back to her room.
Bharath closed the door. Quickly texted Rishi.

Latest happening. She came to my room. Invited me to sleep in hers. Plan A not needed. What now?
Rishi replied almost instantly.

Okay. Plan A cancel. Plan B. Read and act accordingly.
Ten minutes later Bharath got the script. He read it. Smirked. Perfect.

He waited a few more minutes. Then walked to her room. Knocked softly.
Mirnaa opened.
He came inside and said: “Let's sleep.”
She nodded. Okay. 

He kept mum. 

She lay down next to him. She turned to him and said:
“I am sorry. I really am.”

Bharath spoke quietly.

“You said you are lonely so I decided to come here. But don't say something and remind me of the hurt you gave me.
And those apologies,  I am not sure how your apologies are going to fix me.”

It seems you still didnt realise how deep my hurt was how things changed for me. 
Mirnaa began to speak.
He stopped her.

“Do not say a word, Mirnaa. I have a lot in my head. I could not process anything.
The love I had for you is the only thing that makes me speak with you. I do not want to hurt you and put you in extreme guilt.”
Mirnaa looked at him. Eyes wide.

She stayed silent.

Bharath didn't want the silence he started after a few minutes


“Mirnaa I am still unable to process.
We started as friends. 
We came here with a mindset we're gonna date.. . 
We played. We had fun. 
We helped each other in getting away from my trauma with sex. 
You consented. Your husband does. 
We even had consecutive intercourse.
You enjoyed it a lot. I know. 
You liked my roughness. 

Suddenly how did you get the feel like I would be someone who is scheming. Like I am in game only for your body. Glad Vikram clarified. Vikram surprisingly helped me. 

Even now you are good with your husband and I am in your eyes a schemer?
Homewrecker? Is that how I would leave your house in Chennai?”

Mirnaa trembled with the question. She said:

“No. None of these. I did not mean in the way.”

Bharath: “Please allow me to finish. Both the women I loved finally said I am a sex maniac.”

Mirnaa immediately remembered the drunk state in his early stay at their house. She said quickly:
“I never said that.”

Bharath: “You did not say but your action does. It could have been just a few sex. Fun. 
This Goa could be a farewell. 
I would have gone back to my life with your memories.

But you got me a memory that I did not ask for. 
It seems like for you and Vikram I was the one orchestrator for sex. I am taking initiative like forcing you two?”

Mirnaa’s eyes watered. She really wanted to prove all wrong.

Bharath continued: You know what, I even planned a farewell gift for us, ask your husband I planned to leave your house after a week staying in Chennai.. He knows it. This is because I know you and your husband are unbreakable lovers.. All I wished for my love is you resting your head on my shoulder in the mall, singing along to music en route to Goa in a car, candlelight dinner, the music show at the beach, where people gave you flowers, my ring for you, yes indeed our sex, the sexual training.. I planned like when I would leave you in Chennai and bid good bye, these were my memories. That should stick with me.. 

But the memories i got is you call me schemer, Lier, without even saying that.. My love is a joke for you… and you made me feel like i pushed you and I'm alone pushed you in sex.

“Nothing like that, Bharath. You never once did like that. You loved me truly and I acknowledge that we did ourselves.”
It's just that the moment you said Vikram's name, my mind didn't work. 

Bharat said: Will a man who wants to leave his loved one, even after tasting the love, dare to offend it.. I really have no intention of ridiculing you or your husband. Just for sexual tension i made some rules on bed and what i did also a way in sexual behavior.. . 
At the end of the day my memories which i wanted to protect are gone.. 

I failed once with manya atleast i had a share in that my family pressure
But here you single handedly spoiled that mirna

Mirnaa, will we be able to rebuild those memories ?
Can you delete the 48 hours and restore with something else
Can our farewell be better than this?
Can you make me at least feel I was not the one initiator in sex but you too?..
At least once?

Mirna: Everything is possible Bharath.. We still have 3 days in GOA, 


Bharath laughed softly.

Then said okay let me agree we can change memories, 
how can i believe you are the initiator in sex as well, The sex happening to your wish
“Prove me. Can you?”

Mirnaa asked:
“How to prove it?”

Bharath: “I do not know. Prove me. If this continues I will start thinking about myself as sex maniac.”
Mirna: “Bharath. Do not speak like that.”

Bharath: All words Mirna, you cannot prove, leave that sex part,, even to share the bed. If not I asked specifically you to sleep on same bed would have you? You would have maintained a distance. 

48 hours back we had sex. Now all changed. You hesitate.”


Mirnaa: “No Bharath. No.”
She came closer. Her hand touched his chin.

“See. If you want let us have sex. If that will loosen up your burden I will.”

Bharath laughed.

“There you go. IF YOU WANT?!!!!

The choice of words. It is always like this. 
You again telling me if I want. So you never wanted it.”

Mirnaa got tricked. 
She had no words. But at the moment she wanted to console him. 
Her mind reeled about consuming sex. But fear occupied her. She was not sure.

Bharath smirked.
“I know.”


Mirnaa decided. She rose. She sat on her knees. His body between her legs. She started unbuttoning him. Kissed every exposed area. He did not move a bit. She then removed his inner. Kissed at the top of his penis.

It rose but he did not show interest.



Mirnaa got teared.

Why your hands are not moving, ? 
“What do you want me to do.. see I'm ready for sex.”

Bharath: “Prove me you wanted it.”
Mirnaa: “See I am doing this. I took initiative. What else do you want?”

Bharath: “If I wanted to have sex I would have been a missionary. I would have controlled you with my arms. I want you to do the same. You take control. That is the only vision I can see as you wanted it.”

Mirnaa: “I don't understand.”

Bharath:
You ride me Mirnaa. I will not move. Once you are done with it i will know you wanted it too.”
Mirnaa hesitated.

“I do not know what to do. I have not done this before.”
Bharath finally acted like smiling. Then laughing.
She laughed too.

“You need training for that too.”
She smiled.

“Okay. Make yourself nude and sit here. Take it slow. Prove me Mirnaa.”
Their eyes locked.
The riding or cowgirl session started.



Mirnaa moved slowly at first. Unsure. Her hands rested on his chest for balance. She lowered herself carefully. 

Tried to take him inside. She was not wet enough. The entry felt tight. Dry. She winced a little. Stopped halfway.


Bharath noticed. Stayed still. Voice gentle.





“You are not ready yet. Sit like a duck first.”



He guided her with words only. No hands.



“Lower yourself slowly. Bend your knees more. Sit on my thighs like you are squatting. Let me tease the entry.”



Mirnaa obeyed. She sat lower. Her weight rested on his upper thighs. 



Bharath’s penis brushed against her entrance. He did not push. Just moved his hips a tiny bit. The tip rubbed gently along her folds. Teasing. Circling. Not entering. Just enough friction to awaken her body.





Mirna got the clue, she move i a way to tease her entry with his penis..

Mirnaa gasped softly. Her breathing changed. She felt herself growing warmer. Wetter. The slow teasing worked. Her hips started to rock instinctively. Small movements. Seeking more contact.



Bharath watched her face. Eyes locked.

“Better?”



Mirnaa nodded. Bit her lip.

“Yes.”



She lowered again. This time the head slipped in easily. She took a sharp breath. Held still for a moment. Adjusting. Then sank lower. Took him fully. A low moan escaped her. Bharath stayed completely still. Letting her feel every inch. Letting her control the depth.

She began to rock. Gentle at first. Finding a rhythm. Her hips moved in small circles. Then forward and back. Her breathing quickened. Hands pressed harder on his chest. Fingers digging in slightly. Bharath’s hands rested on her thighs. Not guiding. Just there. Warm. Steady.



Mirnaa leaned forward. Her hair fell around them like a curtain. Their faces close. She kissed him once. Soft. Then deeper. Her movements grew bolder. Faster. She rose and fell. Taking him fully each time. 



A low moan escaped her. Her breasts bounced with every rise and fall. Bharath finally moved his hands. Caught them gently. Held them for balance.

Thumbs brushed her nipples. Teased lightly. Rolled them between fingers. Mirnaa arched her back. Moaned louder. Her rhythm faltered for a second then picked up again.






She found a steady pace. Hips rolling. Body arching. Sweat beaded on her skin. Her nails scbangd lightly down his chest. Pleasure built slow and deep. She whispered his name once. 


Twice. Then louder. Her rhythm quickened. Breaths came in short gasps. She trembled. Climaxed with a soft cry. Collapsed forward onto his chest. Breathing hard.






Bharath finally moved. Arms wrapped around her. Held her close. Kissed her forehead.

“Now I know.”



Mirnaa stayed there. Face buried in his neck. Body still trembling slightly. There was a warmth. Relief. Connection.

Bharath smiled to himself. Small. Satisfied.


The script had worked perfectly.

Bharath finally moved. Arms wrapped around her. Held her close. Kissed her forehead.

“Now I know you wanted it. Now it is my turn.”





He quickly turned her down and came on top. His body covered hers completely. He looked into her eyes.



“Now you show me you consent yourself and you want it. I hope I can rewrite memories for our farewell. 

The next three days I will not leave you a single day without sex. Will you travel with me?”





Mirnaa left a smile like a promise. She nodded.




Bharath pulled her up a bit in bed. He positioned himself carefully. Sideways missionary was his favorite. He slid one arm under her neck to cradle her head. The other hand gripped the back of her thigh just above the knee. He lifted her leg high and hooked it over his hip. Their bodies aligned perfectly. He looked into her eyes for a moment. Then entered her in one smooth deep thrust. Full. Filling her completely.

Mirnaa gasped sharply. Her mouth opened in a silent cry. Her fingers clutched his shoulders. The sudden fullness made her eyes flutter closed for a second. Bharath stayed buried inside her. Letting her adjust. Letting her feel every inch of him.

He started moving. Slow at first. Long deliberate strokes. Pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each time he bottomed out he pressed his hips hard against hers. Grinding slightly. Making her feel the pressure deep inside.

Mirnaa moaned softly. Her breath hitched with every slow withdrawal and re-entry. The angle let him reach places that made her toes curl. Her leg trembled in his grip. She tried to meet his rhythm but he controlled the pace. Kept it steady. Torturously slow.

Bharath leaned in. Kissed the side of her neck. Then bit gently. Not breaking skin. Just enough to make her arch. He whispered against her ear.
“You feel so good. So tight around me. I needed this. Needed you.”
His voice was low. Rough. Full of want.

Mirnaa’s nails dug into his back. She pulled him closer. Her hips began to roll up to meet his thrusts. Seeking more.

Bharath’s pace increased. Harder now. More brutal. More rigorous. Each thrust snapped forward with force. Skin slapped against skin. The bed creaked under them. Mirnaa moaned louder. Unrestrained. Her body rocked with every powerful stroke. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Bouncing slightly with the rhythm.

He kissed her neck again. Bit her shoulder harder this time. Left a small red mark. Whispered how much he loved the way she took him. How perfect she felt. How wet she was for him. The words made her clench around him. Made her whimper.

The angle was merciless. He hit deep every time. Rubbed against that sensitive spot inside her over and over. Pleasure built fast. Too fast. Mirnaa’s leg shook in his grip. Her breathing turned ragged. She cried his name. Once. Twice. Then louder.

She came again. Shuddering hard. Her whole body clenched around him. Waves of pleasure crashing through her. She buried her face in his neck. Muffled cries against his skin. Nails raking down his back. Legs trembling uncontrollably.

Bharath did not stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm. Drawing it out. Making it last. His own breathing grew rougher. His grip on her thigh tightened. He whispered against her ear.


“You are mine tonight. All night.”




Bharath did not stop. He flipped her onto her stomach. Prone bone position. He lay fully on top of her. Chest to back. Entered her again. This time even deeper. His weight pressed her into the mattress. He thrust hard. Fast. Relentless. Mirnaa moaned into the pillow. 

Her hands gripped the sheets. His hips slammed against her ass. The sound filled the room. He whispered in her ear. How perfect she felt. How he could do this forever. Mirnaa came once more. Body shaking beneath him.



Bharath pulled out. Turned her onto all fours. Doggy style. He gripped her hips. Entered her again. This time he went for her ass. Slow at first. Gentle. Letting her adjust. Then deeper. Harder. Mirnaa moaned. Pain mixed with pleasure. He thrust rigorously. One hand reached around to rub her clit. The other held her hair gently. He fucked her ass with long powerful strokes. Mirnaa cried out. Came again. Bharath followed. Groaning low. Filling her completely.




They continued for three full hours. Changing positions. Resting only for minutes. Kissing. Touching. Whispering. Bharath made sure every moment felt like proof. Like rewriting. Like farewell and beginning at the same time.

At two thirty in the morning they finally collapsed in each other’s arms. 
Sweaty. Breathing hard. Bodies tangled.

Bharath kissed her forehead. Voice soft.


“Will you tell this to Vikram?”


Mirnaa looked at him. Eyes heavy with exhaustion and emotion.

Bharath continued.


“I need some privacy. I always used to tell about it. 
Now you know he consents. You consent. This can be our little hidden memory.”

Mirnaa fell for that word. She nodded slowly. Smiled tiredly.


“Our little hidden memory.”


Bharath held her closer. Kissed her again.


“Sleep now. We have three more days.”
Mirnaa closed her eyes. Safe in his arms. Guilt quiet for the night.

Bharath seems to win continuously.. but something else had got into hands of Vikram.



Krish and Swathi's Apartment – Same Early Morning (3:45 AM)


Vikram’s phone vibrated once on the nightstand. A single notification.

He opened his eyes instantly. Swathi slept beside him — breathing soft and even — one arm dbangd across his waist. He reached for the phone carefully. Did not want to wake her.
The screen lit his face in blue.

A message from one of his men.
Subject: Manya – Full Report Attached

Vikram’s heart kicked. He sat up slowly. Opened the email.

The attachment loaded. Pages of documents. Photos. Bank transfers. Messages. Call logs. A complete dossier on Manya — Bharath’s ex — the woman he had mentioned in passing. The one from his “trauma” story. The one he claimed had broken him.

Vikram scrolled. His lips curved slowly into a smile. Then a low quiet laugh escaped him.
The email had even more than he thought.

Swathi stirred beside him. Eyes fluttering open.
“Why are you awake at this time?”

Vikram turned the phone toward her slightly — screen still glowing.
“Swathi… I got a hold now.”

He leaned down. Kissed her deeply. Lips lingering. Tongue brushing hers. Five minutes passed before he pulled back — breathing slightly harder.
Swathi smiled sleepily — confused but amused.

“What is it?”
Vikram’s voice was low. Dangerous. Excited.

“Game will be interesting from here.”

He set the phone down. Pulled her closer. Held her tight against his chest.
The long game had just tilted in his favor.