Adultery Deepa - An innocent Wife and Elder sister and her sacrification

[Suresh@123]

Two days later, the connection finally exploded.
Johnny was at his father’s bungalow, lounging in the living room while Mr. Raghav Reddy raged on the phone again about the lost tender.
“That bastard Charan Sharma! He snatched the  rail connectivity project right from under our noses. I had everything fixed — officials, cuts, everything. Now that middle-class fucker is celebrating while we suffer losses. I’ll destroy him. I’ll make sure his project gets stuck in endless delays and inquiries!”
Johnny, who had been half-listening while scrolling on his phone, suddenly froze.
Charan Sharma?
The name hit him like a lightning bolt.
He sat up straight. “Dad… did you say Charan Sharma? The one who won the big tender?”
Mr. Raghav slammed the phone down, still fuming. “Yes! Charan Sharma. Lives somewhere in Vijayawada with his wife and brother-in-law. Some nobody who got lucky with better paperwork and connections. Why?”
Johnny’s mind raced. Pieces clicked together rapidly — the “sweet sister Deepa,” the house he had visited multiple times, the married woman he had fucked on her own bed, the brother named Rahul.
He remembered Deepa’s panicked words during their sessions: “My husband is back… Charan…”
A slow, dark, triumphant grin spread across Johnny’s face.
“Dad… that Charan Sharma… his wife’s name is Deepa, right? And he has a brother-in-law named Rahul who studies in my college?”
Mr. Raghav looked at his son, surprised. “How do you know that?”
Johnny leaned back on the sofa, laughing softly at first, then louder — a cruel, victorious laugh that echoed in the room.
“Because I know them very well, Dad. Very well.”
He stood up, eyes shining with a dangerous mix of lust and revenge.
“Deepa is that same hot saree-clad bitch who slapped me in front of the entire college. Rahul is her brother — the golden boy I filed the false case against. And now you’re telling me her husband is the same Charan who took our tender?”
Johnny’s laugh turned darker. “This is perfect. I’ve been fucking Charan Sharma’s wife behind his back for days. On his own marital bed. While he was celebrating his big win, I was stretching his wife’s tight married pussy and making her scream my name.”
Mr. Raghav’s eyes widened in shock, then a slow, vicious smile appeared on his face too. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious,” Johnny replied, his voice dripping with filthy pride. “She’s my personal slut now. She spreads her legs whenever I order her to — shaved smooth, wearing red inners on her husband’s bed, sucking my cock, cumming harder for me than she ever did for him. And she’s doing it to protect her brother.”
He cracked his knuckles, eyes blazing with new excitement.
“Dad, this changes everything. We don’t just destroy Charan’s project. We destroy his entire family from inside. I own his wife’s body now. Every time he kisses her, she’ll be tasting my cock. Every time he fucks her, she’ll be remembering how much deeper and better I feel.”
Johnny’s grin turned predatory.
“I’m going to ruin Deepa completely. Make her addicted to my cock. Record everything. And when the time is right, we’ll use it all — against Charan, against his tender, against their perfect little family.”
The discovery had turned Johnny’s personal revenge into something far more dangerous and intoxicating.
He already knew Deepa’s address. He knew her body. He knew her weaknesses.
And now he knew exactly whose wife she was.


To be continued........