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Scene 12: The Planned Desire
One second later, I forgot who I was. I let myself go with Shweta Bhabhi. I got lost in her wild desire. I gave everything I had. I knew I must do it perfectly. So later that day, when I talk to her, I can get some information from her. At least I thought I knew women a little. It was a simple plan. I prayed to God for it to work. I wanted to know about Yash and Sangram – who are these people?
I walked in slowly, one step at a time. Hot water from the shower fell on my shoulders. It washed away my last doubts. The bathroom was full of thick white steam. I looked at her standing there, fully naked. Her big breasts, full of milk, were wet with soap and water.
"I want you," I said. My voice was deeper and rougher than usual.
Shweta's big eyes got wider. A naughty, happy smile came on her wet face. "Finally," she whispered, taking a small step towards me. "I was waiting for the real man to show up."
"I want to suck your breasts," I said straight, looking at her dark nipples. "They are so big. You always tease me, putting them in my face, dropping your pallu, leaving your blouse open. Now I can't stop."
"I wanted you, Shubhankar," she laughed softly. Her voice shook with excitement as she touched my wet chest. "I wanted to see how long you could stay a good boy before you break."
"Let me taste them under the shower," I said strongly. I stepped close to her, pushing her soft body between me and the cold wall.
"Taste them," she said, bending her back and pushing her big chest forward. "They are leaking just for you."
I did not wait. I bent down and took her heavy right breast in my mouth. I sucked hard, my lips around her dark area. The sweet, warm milk mixed with the hot shower water.
"Ahhh... yes, Shubhankar!" Shweta cried softly. Her hands grabbed my wet hair. "Oh my god, you are so hungry..."
"You made me hungry, Bhabhi," I said against her wet skin. I moved to her left breast, biting softly on the hard nipple. "You and Mishti, playing your bad games."
"No 'Bhabhi' here," she breathed hard. Her thick legs shook as my hands went down her waist. "Call me Shweta. Tell me what else you want to do to me."
"Shweta," I whispered. I pulled my face up to look in her eyes. They looked lost. "I want to taste everything. I want to show you what a man does when he stops being nice."
"Show me," she begged, fully lost in the moment.
I kissed her hard on the lips. It was our first kiss, and I made it strong. I pushed my tongue deep in her mouth, moving it roughly. I tasted the water, mint, and some old smell from her day. She kissed back with strong desire. Her tongue moved with mine. Her big breasts pressed against my chest with every breath.
While kissing, my hands touched her body. I moved my hands over her slippery, soapy skin. From her thick waist down to her hips. I grabbed her big bottom, squeezing the soft round ass hard. I lifted her a little against the wall.
"Mmph... Shubhankar... your hands..." she moaned in my mouth.
"Am I still the boring, quiet guy?" I asked. I stopped the kiss and gave wet, hot kisses on her jaw and neck.
"No... no..." she gasped, throwing her head back on the wall. "You are wild. You are what I need. Better than Amit. Better than anyone."
Better than Amit, my mind thought coldly. I was planning every move. Every touch on her leg, every suck on her breast was a smart step. I acted like a loving, hot lover. But my brain was cold, watching her reactions, finding what makes her feel strong emotions.
"You are so wet," I whispered. My right hand went lower, past her stomach, between her slippery legs. "Even after he used you for thirty minutes, you are ready for me."
"Forget about him," Shweta breathed hard. Her arms held my neck tight, holding me as my fingers touched her private part. "He was just business, Shubhankar. Just a customer. I have watched you for years and years. But this... you... this is real desire."
"Is it?" I asked softly. My fingers rubbed her where she liked. "Or am I just another toy for you to control?"
"No! Absolutely Not!" she gasped loudly. Her body bent into my hand. "Oh God, right there... yes! You are different. You watch. You understand my dark side."
"Then let me understand everything," I said. I rubbed faster, kissing her neck deep. "Let me into your world, Shweta."
"I will... ahhh... I will let you in," she moaned. Her voice broke. "I will give you what you want."
"Look at me," I said softly. I stopped my hand for a second to make her want more.
She opened her eyes. They were full of pleasure and the excitement of doing something wrong with her husband's best friend.
"I am going to take care of you, Shweta," I promised. I looked deep in her eyes, telling my lie perfectly. "I will give you control, excitement, everything Amit can't. But you must trust me. No more secrets between us. We share everything now."
"No secrets," she promised without thinking. Her big breasts rubbed my chest as she nodded fast. "I swear. Whatever you want to know. Just please... don't stop. Touch me."
I smiled. It was a real, cold smile hidden in the shower steam. She was fully caught. She was drunk on the wrong act and the body pleasure.
"Your wish is my command," I whispered.
I kissed her again, deep and hot. My hand worked between her legs. I held her against the wet wall as she shook under the hot water. Her loud moans filled the small bathroom. She was giving me everything I needed to break her, and she wanted more.
Now all I needed was to talk to her, hold her hands, take her out.
I turned off the shower tap. The sudden silence in the bathroom was heavy. Shweta was panting, her head resting on my shoulder. I grabbed a large, soft towel from the rack and wrapped it carefully around her naked body, covering her big breasts and thick hips. I took another towel for myself and tied it around my waist.
"Come," I said softly, playing the caring lover. I held her warm hand. "Let's sit outside."
We walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I looked towards the slightly open door to the living room. Mishti was out there, watching TV with the volume down, giving us our privacy. She really thought she had completely corrupted me. She thought I was finally part of their dirty game.
I made Shweta sit on the edge of the bed. I sat right next to her. I kept holding her hands, rubbing my thumb gently over her knuckles. She looked at me with totally relaxed, trusting eyes. The post climax glow made her look completely innocent, even after everything she had just done.
"That was amazing, Shubhankar," she whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder again. "I knew you had this fire inside you."
"I only showed it because I feel safe with you," I lied smoothly. I kissed her forehead. "But... I am also a little scared, Shweta. You have to understand. I am a simple guy. This whole thing... the MLA, the money... it scares me."
"Don't be silly," she smiled, patting my chest. "You don't need to be scared. We are fully protected."
"Protected by who?" I asked, putting genuine worry in my voice. "By Yash? He is just a gym guy. What if Charan Singh gets angry one day and sends his goons? What if the security officer raid this flat? This is my house, Shweta. If something goes wrong, Mishti and I will go to jail."
Shweta laughed a soft, arrogant laugh. It was the laugh of a woman who thought she was untouchable.
"Shubhankar, you are so innocent," she said, looking up at me. "Yash is not just a gym guy. He is a manager. He works for someone very big. Have you heard of Malik?"
I shook my head slowly, filing the name away in my brain. Malik.
"Malik runs a huge network," Shweta explained proudly, spilling her secrets exactly like I wanted. "He owns clubs, farmhouses, and he provides 'entertainment' to lot of politicians and businessmen. Yash just handles this one small area. He finds safe houses like yours, family societies where the security officer never check."
"But what about the MLA?" I pushed further, acting terrified. "Politicians are dangerous."
Shweta leaned closer and whispered in my ear like it was a fun piece of gossip. "They are dangerous, but Malik is smarter. You think Charan Singh just comes here for fun? Every time a VIP visits, Yash records them. Hidden cameras. Malik keeps the videos. That is how we get protection. Charan Singh can never touch us, because if he does, his dirty videos with me and Mishti will go to the news channels. We own him."
My blood ran cold. Hidden cameras. My own house was bugged by Yash. My mind raced. I realized that somewhere, probably in a safe place or a hard drive, Malik had videos of my wife being used by these men.
"Wow," I breathed out, faking amazement. "That is... very smart. Where does Malik keep these videos? Does Yash take them?"
"Yes, Yash takes data every week," Shweta said casually, playing with the towel on my waist. "He drops them off at Malik's main office. It's a fake export company 'Global Reach Exports'. Nobody suspects a thing."
Global Reach Exports. I had the address. I had the boss's name. I had the full structure.
"You are so brave, Shweta," I whispered, holding her face in my hands. "I am lucky to have you to guide me. I want to learn everything. I want to be part of this."
"You already are." she smiled, closing her eyes as I kissed her cheek. "We will make so much money together. And we will have so much fun."
I hugged her tight, letting her rest against my chest. She sighed happily, feeling completely safe and loved.
But as I stared over her shoulder at the blank wall of my bedroom, my eyes were dead. My heart was not in it. I had got exactly what I needed. I had swallowed my pride and touched the filth, but I had extracted the poison.
Tomorrow, I would call in sick again. I needed to visit the dark alleys. I needed to find a man who sold untraceable guns. The plan was no longer just a fantasy in my head.
Malik. Yash. Sangram. Charan Singh.
I repeated the names in my mind like a hitlist. They thought they had turned me into a silent, obedient toy. They were about to find out what a real engineer does when he decides to completely dismantle a system.
One second later, I forgot who I was. I let myself go with Shweta Bhabhi. I got lost in her wild desire. I gave everything I had. I knew I must do it perfectly. So later that day, when I talk to her, I can get some information from her. At least I thought I knew women a little. It was a simple plan. I prayed to God for it to work. I wanted to know about Yash and Sangram – who are these people?
I walked in slowly, one step at a time. Hot water from the shower fell on my shoulders. It washed away my last doubts. The bathroom was full of thick white steam. I looked at her standing there, fully naked. Her big breasts, full of milk, were wet with soap and water.
"I want you," I said. My voice was deeper and rougher than usual.
Shweta's big eyes got wider. A naughty, happy smile came on her wet face. "Finally," she whispered, taking a small step towards me. "I was waiting for the real man to show up."
"I want to suck your breasts," I said straight, looking at her dark nipples. "They are so big. You always tease me, putting them in my face, dropping your pallu, leaving your blouse open. Now I can't stop."
"I wanted you, Shubhankar," she laughed softly. Her voice shook with excitement as she touched my wet chest. "I wanted to see how long you could stay a good boy before you break."
"Let me taste them under the shower," I said strongly. I stepped close to her, pushing her soft body between me and the cold wall.
"Taste them," she said, bending her back and pushing her big chest forward. "They are leaking just for you."
I did not wait. I bent down and took her heavy right breast in my mouth. I sucked hard, my lips around her dark area. The sweet, warm milk mixed with the hot shower water.
"Ahhh... yes, Shubhankar!" Shweta cried softly. Her hands grabbed my wet hair. "Oh my god, you are so hungry..."
"You made me hungry, Bhabhi," I said against her wet skin. I moved to her left breast, biting softly on the hard nipple. "You and Mishti, playing your bad games."
"No 'Bhabhi' here," she breathed hard. Her thick legs shook as my hands went down her waist. "Call me Shweta. Tell me what else you want to do to me."
"Shweta," I whispered. I pulled my face up to look in her eyes. They looked lost. "I want to taste everything. I want to show you what a man does when he stops being nice."
"Show me," she begged, fully lost in the moment.
I kissed her hard on the lips. It was our first kiss, and I made it strong. I pushed my tongue deep in her mouth, moving it roughly. I tasted the water, mint, and some old smell from her day. She kissed back with strong desire. Her tongue moved with mine. Her big breasts pressed against my chest with every breath.
While kissing, my hands touched her body. I moved my hands over her slippery, soapy skin. From her thick waist down to her hips. I grabbed her big bottom, squeezing the soft round ass hard. I lifted her a little against the wall.
"Mmph... Shubhankar... your hands..." she moaned in my mouth.
"Am I still the boring, quiet guy?" I asked. I stopped the kiss and gave wet, hot kisses on her jaw and neck.
"No... no..." she gasped, throwing her head back on the wall. "You are wild. You are what I need. Better than Amit. Better than anyone."
Better than Amit, my mind thought coldly. I was planning every move. Every touch on her leg, every suck on her breast was a smart step. I acted like a loving, hot lover. But my brain was cold, watching her reactions, finding what makes her feel strong emotions.
"You are so wet," I whispered. My right hand went lower, past her stomach, between her slippery legs. "Even after he used you for thirty minutes, you are ready for me."
"Forget about him," Shweta breathed hard. Her arms held my neck tight, holding me as my fingers touched her private part. "He was just business, Shubhankar. Just a customer. I have watched you for years and years. But this... you... this is real desire."
"Is it?" I asked softly. My fingers rubbed her where she liked. "Or am I just another toy for you to control?"
"No! Absolutely Not!" she gasped loudly. Her body bent into my hand. "Oh God, right there... yes! You are different. You watch. You understand my dark side."
"Then let me understand everything," I said. I rubbed faster, kissing her neck deep. "Let me into your world, Shweta."
"I will... ahhh... I will let you in," she moaned. Her voice broke. "I will give you what you want."
"Look at me," I said softly. I stopped my hand for a second to make her want more.
She opened her eyes. They were full of pleasure and the excitement of doing something wrong with her husband's best friend.
"I am going to take care of you, Shweta," I promised. I looked deep in her eyes, telling my lie perfectly. "I will give you control, excitement, everything Amit can't. But you must trust me. No more secrets between us. We share everything now."
"No secrets," she promised without thinking. Her big breasts rubbed my chest as she nodded fast. "I swear. Whatever you want to know. Just please... don't stop. Touch me."
I smiled. It was a real, cold smile hidden in the shower steam. She was fully caught. She was drunk on the wrong act and the body pleasure.
"Your wish is my command," I whispered.
I kissed her again, deep and hot. My hand worked between her legs. I held her against the wet wall as she shook under the hot water. Her loud moans filled the small bathroom. She was giving me everything I needed to break her, and she wanted more.
Now all I needed was to talk to her, hold her hands, take her out.
I turned off the shower tap. The sudden silence in the bathroom was heavy. Shweta was panting, her head resting on my shoulder. I grabbed a large, soft towel from the rack and wrapped it carefully around her naked body, covering her big breasts and thick hips. I took another towel for myself and tied it around my waist.
"Come," I said softly, playing the caring lover. I held her warm hand. "Let's sit outside."
We walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I looked towards the slightly open door to the living room. Mishti was out there, watching TV with the volume down, giving us our privacy. She really thought she had completely corrupted me. She thought I was finally part of their dirty game.
I made Shweta sit on the edge of the bed. I sat right next to her. I kept holding her hands, rubbing my thumb gently over her knuckles. She looked at me with totally relaxed, trusting eyes. The post climax glow made her look completely innocent, even after everything she had just done.
"That was amazing, Shubhankar," she whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder again. "I knew you had this fire inside you."
"I only showed it because I feel safe with you," I lied smoothly. I kissed her forehead. "But... I am also a little scared, Shweta. You have to understand. I am a simple guy. This whole thing... the MLA, the money... it scares me."
"Don't be silly," she smiled, patting my chest. "You don't need to be scared. We are fully protected."
"Protected by who?" I asked, putting genuine worry in my voice. "By Yash? He is just a gym guy. What if Charan Singh gets angry one day and sends his goons? What if the security officer raid this flat? This is my house, Shweta. If something goes wrong, Mishti and I will go to jail."
Shweta laughed a soft, arrogant laugh. It was the laugh of a woman who thought she was untouchable.
"Shubhankar, you are so innocent," she said, looking up at me. "Yash is not just a gym guy. He is a manager. He works for someone very big. Have you heard of Malik?"
I shook my head slowly, filing the name away in my brain. Malik.
"Malik runs a huge network," Shweta explained proudly, spilling her secrets exactly like I wanted. "He owns clubs, farmhouses, and he provides 'entertainment' to lot of politicians and businessmen. Yash just handles this one small area. He finds safe houses like yours, family societies where the security officer never check."
"But what about the MLA?" I pushed further, acting terrified. "Politicians are dangerous."
Shweta leaned closer and whispered in my ear like it was a fun piece of gossip. "They are dangerous, but Malik is smarter. You think Charan Singh just comes here for fun? Every time a VIP visits, Yash records them. Hidden cameras. Malik keeps the videos. That is how we get protection. Charan Singh can never touch us, because if he does, his dirty videos with me and Mishti will go to the news channels. We own him."
My blood ran cold. Hidden cameras. My own house was bugged by Yash. My mind raced. I realized that somewhere, probably in a safe place or a hard drive, Malik had videos of my wife being used by these men.
"Wow," I breathed out, faking amazement. "That is... very smart. Where does Malik keep these videos? Does Yash take them?"
"Yes, Yash takes data every week," Shweta said casually, playing with the towel on my waist. "He drops them off at Malik's main office. It's a fake export company 'Global Reach Exports'. Nobody suspects a thing."
Global Reach Exports. I had the address. I had the boss's name. I had the full structure.
"You are so brave, Shweta," I whispered, holding her face in my hands. "I am lucky to have you to guide me. I want to learn everything. I want to be part of this."
"You already are." she smiled, closing her eyes as I kissed her cheek. "We will make so much money together. And we will have so much fun."
I hugged her tight, letting her rest against my chest. She sighed happily, feeling completely safe and loved.
But as I stared over her shoulder at the blank wall of my bedroom, my eyes were dead. My heart was not in it. I had got exactly what I needed. I had swallowed my pride and touched the filth, but I had extracted the poison.
Tomorrow, I would call in sick again. I needed to visit the dark alleys. I needed to find a man who sold untraceable guns. The plan was no longer just a fantasy in my head.
Malik. Yash. Sangram. Charan Singh.
I repeated the names in my mind like a hitlist. They thought they had turned me into a silent, obedient toy. They were about to find out what a real engineer does when he decides to completely dismantle a system.
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