01-08-2026, 10:05 AM
By the time I woke up the next morning, Rajesh had already risen.
He stood near the bed fully dressed in a sharp black advocate’s suit, crisp white shirt, and dark tie. The early light coming through the half-open window fell across his dark face and the clean, formal lines of the suit. He looked completely different from the naked man who had been inside me only hours earlier — controlled, powerful, already belonging to the day.
I was still completely naked under the thin blanket. My body carried the pleasant, deep ache between my legs and the dried traces of his cum on my inner thighs. My heavy breasts rested soft against the mattress. He leaned down over me and pressed his lips to mine, waking me with a slow, warm kiss.
The moment his mouth opened against mine, the taste of his saliva touched my tongue. It was warm, slightly salty, and unmistakably him. A sharp, helpless rush of heat went straight between my legs. This was exactly how the dream had always begun — the same dark face lowering toward me, the same mouth claiming mine while I was still half-asleep. Only now it was real. I kissed him back at once, still half-asleep, my mouth opening wider under his. His tongue slid against mine and more of his saliva mixed with mine. The taste drove me crazy. My nipples tightened hard. Fresh wetness gathered in my pussy even though it was still sore and used from the night. I moaned softly into the kiss, sucking on his tongue, chasing more of that taste, my naked body shifting restlessly under the blanket. The dream and the morning became the same thing. Every fantasy I had woken up wet from was finally happening in the real world, with his real saliva on my tongue and his real body standing over me in an advocate’s suit.
After a few lingering, wet moments he broke the kiss and smiled faintly, eyes studying my sleepy, flushed face.
“Brush your teeth first,” he said.
I giggled, the sound soft and shy in the quiet morning room, still tasting his saliva on my tongue. He took my hands and helped me sit up, then stand. The blanket fell away. I stood completely naked in front of him, the cool air touching my bare skin, my nipples tightly peaked from the kiss. Without thinking I stepped forward and wrapped both arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, pressing my bare breasts against the front of his formal black suit. The contrast of my naked body against the expensive cloth made my skin feel even more sensitive. His hands slid down my back and grabbed both of my ass cheeks firmly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, holding me hard against him.
“Don’t tell your husband about what we did last night,” he said, voice low and clear near my ear. “Keep it secret.”
“I won’t,” I answered at once, my cheek against the side of his neck. “Why would I tell my husband?”
He gave my ass cheeks one more slow, possessive squeeze, then released them. His hands rose and cupped both of my bare breasts, squeezing them with deliberate pressure, thumbs brushing over the nipples. He lowered his head and sucked each nipple once — slow, wet, and thorough — before letting them go with a soft sound.
“Alright. Get ready. The auto driver Gopi is waiting outside to take you home. Don’t worry about Santosh. I have already planned everything.”
He turned me toward the bathroom door and gave my bare ass a light, sharp spank that left a brief sting.
“Go.”
I giggled again, the sound higher this time, and walked into the bathroom naked. The door closed softly behind me.
Inside the small bathroom the air was cooler. I found a new toothbrush still in its clear plastic and a small tube of toothpaste the lodge had provided. I brushed my teeth thoroughly, watching my naked reflection in the mirror for a moment — the marks of the night still faintly visible on my neck and breasts — then rinsed and spat. I picked up the small green Medimix soap kept on the edge of the basin, stepped under the shower, and turned on the water. Warm water ran over my hair, my shoulders, my heavy breasts, and down between my legs, washing away the dried cum and the scent of sex. I soaped my body slowly, hands moving over my own skin, lingering on the places his mouth and hands and cock had claimed.
While I was bathing I heard voices just outside the bathroom door. A man’s rough voice spoke to Rajesh.
“…as you ordered, we have brought Santosh. Ravi Anna is asking what to do with him now.”
Rajesh’s reply came calm, clear, and without hesitation.
“Beat the shit out of him and wait. I will come along with her.”
A bright, cold happiness spread through my chest at those words. Santosh was already in their hands. The public humiliation, the tears on my husband’s face, the long silence in our house — all of it was about to be answered. I closed my eyes under the warm water, soaped my body more thoroughly with the Medimix soap, and continued my bath with a deep, quiet satisfaction settling inside me. The revenge I had come for was finally in motion.
I finished my bath, dried my body carefully, and stepped out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped tightly around me. The towel covered my heavy breasts and reached down to mid-thigh. My hair was still damp and clung in dark strands to the sides of my neck and shoulders. The pleasant, deep ache between my legs and the lingering taste of Rajesh’s saliva on my tongue were still very present.
Rajesh stood near the window, talking to someone on his phone in a low, controlled voice. When he heard the bathroom door open he turned. His eyes moved over me slowly — over the white towel wrapped around my body, over the bare tops of my breasts where the towel met my skin, over my bare legs. He ended the call without looking at the screen and walked toward me with steady steps.
“Sudha,” he said, voice calm but already darker. “I have a surprise for you.”
Before I could ask what it was, he reached out and loosened the front of the towel with both hands. The towel opened, exposing my heavy breasts and my clean-shaved pussy to him completely. I quickly caught the edges of the towel with both hands and held it open myself, keeping it from falling to the floor, standing there holding the towel apart while he looked.
His gaze dropped openly to my bare breasts, still slightly marked from the night before, and then lower to my pussy. Heat rose in my cheeks. I felt shy standing exposed in the morning light while he remained fully dressed in his black advocate’s suit, yet I continued holding the towel open for him.
He did not give me more time. His right hand went straight between my legs and grabbed my pussy firmly, squeezing the soft lips and the flesh inside. A sharp jolt of pleasure mixed with residual soreness shot upward through my lower belly. Fresh wetness gathered under his fingers at once. I was horny again, almost immediately. My fingers tightened on the edges of the towel as my hips shifted slightly against his hand.
“Do you want it?” I asked, my voice already softer and thinner. “Do you want my pussy again?”
“Yes,” he answered, still squeezing my pussy, his fingers pressing deeper between the lips. “But I want to share it with Ravi.”
I looked at him, startled, still holding the towel open. His fingers continued to move slowly over my pussy lips, spreading the new wetness, rubbing my clit with deliberate pressure.
“Ravi is the one who caught Santosh for you,” Rajesh continued in the same steady voice. “He is the reason your husband’s humiliation is being answered right now. He is the one risking himself, the one doing the dirty work, the one who will carry the weight of what happens to Santosh. He is also leaving the country soon — I don’t have to reveal where or why. Before he disappears, he deserves some real pleasure. Not money. Not thanks. Something only you can give him. Your body. Your pussy. You and me together, giving him that.”
As he spoke, his fingers kept working slowly between my legs. The words sank in. Ravi had done what I came all this way for. He had taken the risk. He was the one beating Santosh at this very moment. The cold, practical part of my mind began to accept it. Yes… he deserved something. The man who was delivering my revenge deserved to take pleasure from the woman who had asked for it. A complicated, dark heat spread through my stomach as the realization settled.
“Will you be with me?” I asked, looking into his eyes, still holding the towel open. “Stay with me while it happens?”
Rajesh’s hand on my pussy softened into a slower, deeper caress. He leaned closer and spoke near my mouth, his breath warm against my lips.
“I will. I’ll be right there with you the whole time.”
His fingers gave my pussy one more firm, lingering squeeze, feeling how wet I had become at his words and at the thought of what was coming, before he finally released me. I stood in front of him still holding the towel open, the morning light on my bare breasts and pussy, the revenge and the new, dangerous desire twisting tightly together inside me. Yes… Ravi deserved it. And I was going to give it to him.
Rajesh took out his phone again, dialled a number, and spoke only a few short words.
“Come to the room.”
A minute later there was a knock. Rajesh opened the door. I quickly pulled the towel closed around my body, covering my heavy breasts and my pussy completely, holding the front tightly with one hand. Ravi stepped inside.
Ravi was still the same strong, dark-skinned, muscular man from the night before, but in the morning light he looked slightly awkward. His eyes went to me first. Even though the towel now covered me from chest to mid-thigh, something in his expression showed he was aware of what he had almost seen. A clear shyness passed over his face. He quickly looked away toward Rajesh, as if even the knowledge of my nakedness under the towel was too much for him to hold steadily.
“Rajesh… what do you want us to do with Santosh?” he asked, voice lower than usual. “My men are waiting. He is already beaten badly.”
Rajesh did not answer immediately. Instead he turned his head and looked straight at me, waiting. The decision was being placed in my hands one final time.
I kept the towel wrapped firmly around my body. My voice came out steady and cold.
“Kill him. But make sure I don’t get caught. No connection to me or my husband.”
For a second the room was silent. Then both Rajesh and Ravi laughed — short, confident, almost amused laughs.
“We are experts in this,” Rajesh said, still smiling faintly. “Don’t worry about that part.”
Ravi nodded and took out his own phone. He dialled, waited only a moment, then spoke in a flat, clear command.
“Finish him. Make it clean. No loose ends. Do it now.”
He ended the call and put the phone away.
A deep, cold satisfaction spread through my entire chest. I stood there with the towel wrapped tightly around my body and thought of everything Santosh had done. The way he had pushed my husband in front of the relatives and neighbours. The word “spineless.” The tears on my husband’s face that morning on the bedroom floor. The silence that had swallowed our house for so many days. Santosh had deserved to die. And now the order had been given. In a few minutes the man who had broken my husband’s pride would no longer exist.
I looked at Ravi, then at Rajesh, and felt the revenge settle into place inside me like a final, heavy stone. The towel remained closed around my body, but the heat that had started earlier when Rajesh spoke about sharing me with Ravi was still present under it, mixed now with the cold, complete satisfaction of knowing Santosh’s end had been ordered.
He stood near the bed fully dressed in a sharp black advocate’s suit, crisp white shirt, and dark tie. The early light coming through the half-open window fell across his dark face and the clean, formal lines of the suit. He looked completely different from the naked man who had been inside me only hours earlier — controlled, powerful, already belonging to the day.
I was still completely naked under the thin blanket. My body carried the pleasant, deep ache between my legs and the dried traces of his cum on my inner thighs. My heavy breasts rested soft against the mattress. He leaned down over me and pressed his lips to mine, waking me with a slow, warm kiss.
The moment his mouth opened against mine, the taste of his saliva touched my tongue. It was warm, slightly salty, and unmistakably him. A sharp, helpless rush of heat went straight between my legs. This was exactly how the dream had always begun — the same dark face lowering toward me, the same mouth claiming mine while I was still half-asleep. Only now it was real. I kissed him back at once, still half-asleep, my mouth opening wider under his. His tongue slid against mine and more of his saliva mixed with mine. The taste drove me crazy. My nipples tightened hard. Fresh wetness gathered in my pussy even though it was still sore and used from the night. I moaned softly into the kiss, sucking on his tongue, chasing more of that taste, my naked body shifting restlessly under the blanket. The dream and the morning became the same thing. Every fantasy I had woken up wet from was finally happening in the real world, with his real saliva on my tongue and his real body standing over me in an advocate’s suit.
After a few lingering, wet moments he broke the kiss and smiled faintly, eyes studying my sleepy, flushed face.
“Brush your teeth first,” he said.
I giggled, the sound soft and shy in the quiet morning room, still tasting his saliva on my tongue. He took my hands and helped me sit up, then stand. The blanket fell away. I stood completely naked in front of him, the cool air touching my bare skin, my nipples tightly peaked from the kiss. Without thinking I stepped forward and wrapped both arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, pressing my bare breasts against the front of his formal black suit. The contrast of my naked body against the expensive cloth made my skin feel even more sensitive. His hands slid down my back and grabbed both of my ass cheeks firmly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, holding me hard against him.
“Don’t tell your husband about what we did last night,” he said, voice low and clear near my ear. “Keep it secret.”
“I won’t,” I answered at once, my cheek against the side of his neck. “Why would I tell my husband?”
He gave my ass cheeks one more slow, possessive squeeze, then released them. His hands rose and cupped both of my bare breasts, squeezing them with deliberate pressure, thumbs brushing over the nipples. He lowered his head and sucked each nipple once — slow, wet, and thorough — before letting them go with a soft sound.
“Alright. Get ready. The auto driver Gopi is waiting outside to take you home. Don’t worry about Santosh. I have already planned everything.”
He turned me toward the bathroom door and gave my bare ass a light, sharp spank that left a brief sting.
“Go.”
I giggled again, the sound higher this time, and walked into the bathroom naked. The door closed softly behind me.
Inside the small bathroom the air was cooler. I found a new toothbrush still in its clear plastic and a small tube of toothpaste the lodge had provided. I brushed my teeth thoroughly, watching my naked reflection in the mirror for a moment — the marks of the night still faintly visible on my neck and breasts — then rinsed and spat. I picked up the small green Medimix soap kept on the edge of the basin, stepped under the shower, and turned on the water. Warm water ran over my hair, my shoulders, my heavy breasts, and down between my legs, washing away the dried cum and the scent of sex. I soaped my body slowly, hands moving over my own skin, lingering on the places his mouth and hands and cock had claimed.
While I was bathing I heard voices just outside the bathroom door. A man’s rough voice spoke to Rajesh.
“…as you ordered, we have brought Santosh. Ravi Anna is asking what to do with him now.”
Rajesh’s reply came calm, clear, and without hesitation.
“Beat the shit out of him and wait. I will come along with her.”
A bright, cold happiness spread through my chest at those words. Santosh was already in their hands. The public humiliation, the tears on my husband’s face, the long silence in our house — all of it was about to be answered. I closed my eyes under the warm water, soaped my body more thoroughly with the Medimix soap, and continued my bath with a deep, quiet satisfaction settling inside me. The revenge I had come for was finally in motion.
I finished my bath, dried my body carefully, and stepped out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped tightly around me. The towel covered my heavy breasts and reached down to mid-thigh. My hair was still damp and clung in dark strands to the sides of my neck and shoulders. The pleasant, deep ache between my legs and the lingering taste of Rajesh’s saliva on my tongue were still very present.
Rajesh stood near the window, talking to someone on his phone in a low, controlled voice. When he heard the bathroom door open he turned. His eyes moved over me slowly — over the white towel wrapped around my body, over the bare tops of my breasts where the towel met my skin, over my bare legs. He ended the call without looking at the screen and walked toward me with steady steps.
“Sudha,” he said, voice calm but already darker. “I have a surprise for you.”
Before I could ask what it was, he reached out and loosened the front of the towel with both hands. The towel opened, exposing my heavy breasts and my clean-shaved pussy to him completely. I quickly caught the edges of the towel with both hands and held it open myself, keeping it from falling to the floor, standing there holding the towel apart while he looked.
His gaze dropped openly to my bare breasts, still slightly marked from the night before, and then lower to my pussy. Heat rose in my cheeks. I felt shy standing exposed in the morning light while he remained fully dressed in his black advocate’s suit, yet I continued holding the towel open for him.
He did not give me more time. His right hand went straight between my legs and grabbed my pussy firmly, squeezing the soft lips and the flesh inside. A sharp jolt of pleasure mixed with residual soreness shot upward through my lower belly. Fresh wetness gathered under his fingers at once. I was horny again, almost immediately. My fingers tightened on the edges of the towel as my hips shifted slightly against his hand.
“Do you want it?” I asked, my voice already softer and thinner. “Do you want my pussy again?”
“Yes,” he answered, still squeezing my pussy, his fingers pressing deeper between the lips. “But I want to share it with Ravi.”
I looked at him, startled, still holding the towel open. His fingers continued to move slowly over my pussy lips, spreading the new wetness, rubbing my clit with deliberate pressure.
“Ravi is the one who caught Santosh for you,” Rajesh continued in the same steady voice. “He is the reason your husband’s humiliation is being answered right now. He is the one risking himself, the one doing the dirty work, the one who will carry the weight of what happens to Santosh. He is also leaving the country soon — I don’t have to reveal where or why. Before he disappears, he deserves some real pleasure. Not money. Not thanks. Something only you can give him. Your body. Your pussy. You and me together, giving him that.”
As he spoke, his fingers kept working slowly between my legs. The words sank in. Ravi had done what I came all this way for. He had taken the risk. He was the one beating Santosh at this very moment. The cold, practical part of my mind began to accept it. Yes… he deserved something. The man who was delivering my revenge deserved to take pleasure from the woman who had asked for it. A complicated, dark heat spread through my stomach as the realization settled.
“Will you be with me?” I asked, looking into his eyes, still holding the towel open. “Stay with me while it happens?”
Rajesh’s hand on my pussy softened into a slower, deeper caress. He leaned closer and spoke near my mouth, his breath warm against my lips.
“I will. I’ll be right there with you the whole time.”
His fingers gave my pussy one more firm, lingering squeeze, feeling how wet I had become at his words and at the thought of what was coming, before he finally released me. I stood in front of him still holding the towel open, the morning light on my bare breasts and pussy, the revenge and the new, dangerous desire twisting tightly together inside me. Yes… Ravi deserved it. And I was going to give it to him.
Rajesh took out his phone again, dialled a number, and spoke only a few short words.
“Come to the room.”
A minute later there was a knock. Rajesh opened the door. I quickly pulled the towel closed around my body, covering my heavy breasts and my pussy completely, holding the front tightly with one hand. Ravi stepped inside.
Ravi was still the same strong, dark-skinned, muscular man from the night before, but in the morning light he looked slightly awkward. His eyes went to me first. Even though the towel now covered me from chest to mid-thigh, something in his expression showed he was aware of what he had almost seen. A clear shyness passed over his face. He quickly looked away toward Rajesh, as if even the knowledge of my nakedness under the towel was too much for him to hold steadily.
“Rajesh… what do you want us to do with Santosh?” he asked, voice lower than usual. “My men are waiting. He is already beaten badly.”
Rajesh did not answer immediately. Instead he turned his head and looked straight at me, waiting. The decision was being placed in my hands one final time.
I kept the towel wrapped firmly around my body. My voice came out steady and cold.
“Kill him. But make sure I don’t get caught. No connection to me or my husband.”
For a second the room was silent. Then both Rajesh and Ravi laughed — short, confident, almost amused laughs.
“We are experts in this,” Rajesh said, still smiling faintly. “Don’t worry about that part.”
Ravi nodded and took out his own phone. He dialled, waited only a moment, then spoke in a flat, clear command.
“Finish him. Make it clean. No loose ends. Do it now.”
He ended the call and put the phone away.
A deep, cold satisfaction spread through my entire chest. I stood there with the towel wrapped tightly around my body and thought of everything Santosh had done. The way he had pushed my husband in front of the relatives and neighbours. The word “spineless.” The tears on my husband’s face that morning on the bedroom floor. The silence that had swallowed our house for so many days. Santosh had deserved to die. And now the order had been given. In a few minutes the man who had broken my husband’s pride would no longer exist.
I looked at Ravi, then at Rajesh, and felt the revenge settle into place inside me like a final, heavy stone. The towel remained closed around my body, but the heat that had started earlier when Rajesh spoke about sharing me with Ravi was still present under it, mixed now with the cold, complete satisfaction of knowing Santosh’s end had been ordered.
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