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Thank you Moderator for restoring the story. I was so fucking sad after the story disappeared. Thank you soooo much.

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Splendid update.  My father is now a pimp... Nobody cares about anybody in my family right now. Each to their own. ROFL. Very true.

Nice update from Rahul POV mostly. Background gives more understanding about the characters to move forward.

Every update is at different level. Your vocabulary is just top class. Hats off.

Thanks.

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Interesting... come soon with the next.

update please

Chillllaaaxxxx my dudes,chillax!!!!   All I know is the update will come someday. I once took two years to give an update.  

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Hope you dont get carried away by comments.

You were right. I got carried away in the last chapter and inserted some personal views I should not have. banghead:

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 His once traditional house wife

She is neither traditional nor a house wife. I am sorry that I have failed to illustrate that properly. Sad

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Thanks for every body, writer, just now i have completed reading, it ws excellent, kindly continue and conclude

Thanks for reading the story. 

I am struggling to write this current chapter. It is getting way too wordy. I have some boring things to say. That's the main reason I write the story ; simultaneously, I must entertain the readers. Can't find that sweet spot yet and having difficulty blending those.

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CHAPTER 43 : SECOND LAW OF THERMODYNAMICS

PART 2.1 - Let There Be Light

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The human Brain is an ego-biased, narcissistic organ. Our Brain is in love with itself and considers itself the most precious object in the whole world. It constantly makes a person overestimates their ability. Our self-preserving Brain will do absolutely anything to protect itself from humiliation. It will even convince itself by conjuring false reasons and facts that the person to whom the Brain belongs has won even if the person has lost. That is why 8 out of 10 arguments end up without any conclusion and only make the people arguing more convinced about what they initially believed to be true. 
Our Brain tends to associate us with positive events and detach ourselves from adverse events. My wife, my husband, my car, my child -when things work out well, but when it does not, those phrases might become- that woman, that man, this stupid car, your child. Me, me, me, me, me - Brain's favorite hymn. This natural egocentric bias of the human Brain was first identified by psychologists in 1979, and more works have been done on this topic.


In the lavish washroom of Ashish's office, Mahesh is currently held hostage not only by his boss Ashish but also by his egocentric Brain. 
He always hated that Ashish got to have his private restroom in the office. One of the many perks of holding an executive position. He is over 40 years old, so his fluid intelligence is slowing down, and being a lazy person, his crystallized intelligence is outdated, leaving him utterly defenseless to the egomaniac that lives rent-free in his head, his Brain and whatever he thinks is being prescribed by that egomaniac who will not accept a humiliating defeat even when Mahesh's wife is sitting on his boss's lap.


Mahesh turns on the wall faucet and prays that the wooshing of the falling water masks any kind of sound from outside.
He does not want to hear Shilpa's moans. He knows Ashish is going to make his wife moan. He listened to those inside the parking lot earlier when Shilpa did not even know Mahesh was hiding there. His ears don't want to bleed again.

Mahesh is unaware that Shilpa and Ashish are in love with each other cause Mahesh only saw Ashish humiliating Shilpa every time he stumbled upon their intimate moments together.
That thought never crossed his mind, not even when he saw them together in the parking lot. Not even when he saw Ashish's seed seeping out of his wife's pussy a while ago. She is acting as a temptress to trap Ashish, and getting intimate with Ashish is part of the job.
However, Mahesh is aware that Shilpa got the hots for Ashish. She confessed it herself to him. He thinks she is lustful for Ashish, which is why she delays their plan to trap him, which leads her to become an object of humiliation for his bully boss.

Mahesh screams in his head**Now that Shilpa truly realizes her mistake due to her clumsiness... she is pushing the idea of a cuckold relationship, propelling me to settle for peace. I don't want peace from that son of a bitch. I want war**

Mahesh looks around and finds a stainless steel pedal bin. He puts the metal bin under the running water from the faucet, and the deflecting sound of the inelastic collision on the steel surface fills up the washroom.
But the white gaussian noise created by the burbling of the water can't silence the rackets he is hearing inside his head right now, and those hoot as he stares at the falling water * He is going to make your wife wet just like this*

The dashing water spatters from the galvanized metal, and the voices tell him * That's how Ashish is going to make Shilpa squirt*

The droplets ricochet towards him, dampening his trouser, and the imaginary agents whisper inside him *That's how she is going to splash on his big dick ..maybe she already did or doing right now, right this instant*

Mahesh slams the nearest wall, growling inside, looking at his reflection in the wide wall mirror***No, my plan was perfect. It only got ruined because of Shilpa and her stupidity. Now both of us are in this deep Shit, looking at prison time if we get caught. She played with fire. Now her hands are burnt, and she must realize what kind of a monster Ashish really is. But I have hatched other plans with Indra and Priyanka. I am going to execute those. I am going to win. I am the smartest of them all. This is just a minor setback. All I need to do is endure it and wait out the storm to emerge stronger than ever. I am on the right side here cause that fucker bullied me; now he is fucking Shilpa, a married woman. Karma will catch upto him soon.***

The human Brain is ego-biased and self-preserving, which makes the Brain let us choose our opponents carefully. Mahesh would not have picked this dangerous way if he did not believe he could outwit Ashish. Mahesh really believes that he is smarter than his boss. *

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While such horrid imaginations torment her husband, Shilpa pleads to Ashish, "Make love to me" Shilpa darts her eyes murmuring," please, "she begs, touching her lover's side face while sitting on his lap wearing only a lacy panty.
 Her entreaty instantly soothes his wounded heart. His anger departs. Sorrow visits him, and his lips utter, "I am sorry...I am...the truth is words can't contain what I want to say."
Shilpa breathes on his contrite lips, leaning closer, "Then find another way to apologize. You must Ashish...for us, you must."

Her injunctive suggestion slides inside his mind, carried on the wings of her whisper, wings made of fear.

Ashish discerns that, and his voice drops to a hush, "What are you so afraid of ?" His eyes flit, searching in hers.

Shilpa matches his volume. The words came out from her core with a trembling rhythm, assailed by an indescribable sadness, "You." 
and two skittish eyes instinctively glace towards the washroom door behind which her husband is residing, and her mind hums inside *and him*

Her words wrap around his heart like a coil of thorns; it bleeds, and the pain echoes, "Why? I am not gonna harm you." his hands gently caress her face.

Her beautiful face contorts with agony while she speaks, "You will." **You will, my love. You will hurt me once you know the truth.**

Ashish connects her cheekbones with his fingers, desperately trying to decipher the shimmer in her mournful eyes.

She fears the individual Ashish Kaul, and that knowledge crushes him. It frustrates him, knowing that she fears him as a person. 

This is not the kind of fear he wants to instill in her. The desired sexual fear they explore through their Master-slave relationship is entirely different. Exploration of that kind of fear is previously agreed upon, purely consensual and a cathartic experience for her submissive desires regarding his masculine dominance.

"Who called you at the mall Shilpa?" Ashish asks gently, trying not to scare her further, but his eyes flicker, and immediately, Shilpa pales; a cold shiver runs down her spine, knowing Ashish has started to doubt things.

Shilpa's lips quiver, "Please don't ask such questions" she looks away towards where Mahesh is located, removing his hands from her face, unable to hold eye contact.

 When she returns to lock them again with his piercing eyes, she murmurs, "Sometimes it is best to let sleeping questions lay in their grave."

She was about to break the eye contact again, but Ashish reconciled with her gaze by lifting her despondently angled chin. Her eyes are pleading for mercy.
Ashish murmurs impatiently," Let's quit tip-toeing. I want solid ground beneath us. I want to voyage through life with you as my companion. Let's end this hesitant love, half love. So yes, I will kiss the sleeping questions back to life from the grave ."

The shivering throughout her body arises as easily as a morning's yawn listening to her lover yielding his feelings to her.

Her expression is forlorn, and she almost chokes in emotion while emitting, "Those are not sleeping beauties waiting to be restored; those are skeletons ."

Ashish already knows that she disconnected the cables of his security cameras. He knows she was sent to his penthouse for a purpose, something nefarious, and Mahesh is connected to all this.

Ashish presses his lips, forming a sad smile straining his depressor angularis oris muscles, and then reacts with bleak spirit, "I am not afraid of skeletons. I have some in my closet. But, for you, I am done turning my back on the accountabilities my actions cause. You are a chance for my redemption. Will you not grant me that chance?"

A lover's bewitched soul is stripped bare by his beloved's pacifying spell. At that moment, looking into her lover's infatuated vulnerable eyes, Shilpa realizes she owns his soul. She indeed has managed to tame the person she considered once the bête noire of her life.

She places a hand on his aching heart and states in a doleful voice, "I knew you before I knew you even existed in real ..*sighing* ...you are my destiny, and my destiny is made out of my will. I think....that is why I fall for you this fast. Fate has brought us together, Ashish, *her eyes illume, tone imperative* but I can't kneel at your feet the way you want if I don't see your heart bowing to me in a thespian flair."

Ashish presses her hand on his chest, gripping it like a vice and shaking it, "Bowing to you? It is under your feet. Can't you feel it? It is not a boy's heart, it is a man's cynical heart hardened by the treachery of life, yet I fear you have the ability to crush it. "

Shilpa's expression softens, and she urges, "Then let your heart guide mine to a place where I feel safe. Only from there can I answer what you want to know. My confidence lies in your kindness. Our love has always been about a leap of faith. Take it."

Their temples were touching together while she spoke, eyes on eyes, noses brushing, each inhaling the other's breath, her hair sheltering both of their dismay. 

Ashish replies calmly, "For you, it may be a leap of faith cause you are married to someone else and afraid that I might betray you. But in the past few days, the time I spent with you has made me appraised of my role in our relationship, and for that, you made me unlearn everything I knew about love. Love is a decision. Emotions will come and go. I might get angry like I did a while ago, and you might feel hurt again in the future. Wayforward, We can not rely solely upon emotions. Love is a decision to take up the responsibilities of a set of commitments that time will test, and I have decided to take care of you, spend my life with you, and make your woes mine. I intend to keep these promises. Please let me."

Love is a word, and two lovers have given meaning to it according to their feelings.

Ships cup his face with her delicate fingers and whispers, "I am at war with myself. Help me win this war, convince me that I am not in love with a deception.No more detour of silly anger. Walk on the needed path regardless of how other ways tempt you to reconsider. The correct path to strengthen our union is trust, Ashish. Take the path paved with trust and make love to me. Take me to the island where I feel safe, from where I can apprise you about the arcane secrets you seek to know about my life and myself."

 Ashish grabs her nape, and his words rustle on her lips, "Lit up that path. I am lost in the haze of your riddles." 

Shilpa looks at the washroom door from the corner of her eyes and asks him in a lovely voice with a winsome look on her face, "Take me to the other room and convince me that your heart is not filled with hatred towards me. Make me feel that a false hope did not ambush me with a passionate kiss out of the blue, turning my life upside down....convince me that it is indeed my destiny that stole my heart away."

Ashish obliges, almost hypnotized by her endearing countenance, and puts a hand below her neck and another under her knees, preparing to carry her to the adjacent room, Deepti's cabin. He reckons that his gorgeous paramour must be craving privacy for such intimacy and wants to avoid Mahesh altogether during lovemaking.

He was almost hypnotized, not entirely. Shilpa giggles as Ashish scoops her up, and her eyes automatically scuttle towards the washroom door again as if she has committed a blunder by giggling. Then, finally, Ashish notices what he has been witnessing for a while- his lovely beloved cannot help but repeatedly check the washroom door with nervous eyes. She has been doing it for a time now. He assumed Shilpa was doing it out of embarrassment. But this time, his intuition offers him another explanation.

Enteric Nervous system.

Something in that look made Ashish's intuition immediately connect the dots, and his instincts put him on high alert by informing him *She is Mahesh's wife. She must be. That explains all the puzzles.*

Ashish's facial muscles do not even flinch at this realization. It was a multivariant equation that got solved by his intuition before his conscious mind could comprehend how his instincts did it. The first component of that equation is Him bullying Mahesh, and the penultimate one is Mahesh begging him not to fuck her a while ago.
The actual equation is much longer and has many more components derived from the events that occurred and words that have been spoken in the past few days.

Enteric Nervous system, aka gut feeling. Our Brain isn't the only zone where thinking takes place.The enteric nervous system connects the Brain with the stomach with millions of neurons. These highways of neurons, known as the Brain-gut axis, transport many hormones. In fact, 90 % of serotonin comes from the stomach.
In short, the old saying of gut instinct isn't really false or a superstition.

"I need to switch off my phone." Ashish kisses her head smiling, "I can't be distracted when I am properly apologizing to you." his voice is surprisingly calm.
"Ok." Shilpa rubs her nose on the hollow of his throat, gladdened by his devotion towards her. Ashish puts Shilpa down on the couch and takes his hands off her body. His mind is racing. 

Shilpa quickly kisses his lips before he leaves her side and smiles at him densely. Ashish wants confirmation, and he knows exactly where he will get it.
Next, Ashish took the phone from the couch and walked to his executive desk. He puts the phone inside the drawer, and while hidden behind the large desk, his hands check the wallet he had taken from Mahesh the other day. His hunch was correct. There was enough evidence inside Mahesh's wallet that proves Shilpa indeed is his wife.

"Coco Chanel." Ashish mutters. Ashish lives and breathes in the business world and draws examples from there.



Shilpa was watching Ashish. She loves to skim his magnificent sculpture. 

She cannot help but think about how their babies will look. She has been thinking about it very often now. They both know she was ovulating yesterday; surprisingly, Ashish does not tease her about it, and he teases her about everything. Right now, she indulges in one such daydream biting her lips bolstered by the words Ashish told her a while ago.

But when Ashish looks up, shoving the drawer, Shilpa shivers, noticing the sudden shift in his appearance.

 *Something has changed.* Her inner self fearfully alerts her.

He is not looking at her like a few moments ago. A few seconds ago, he was looking at her with puppy eyes. Shilpa knew she had him under her charm. But she can sense the spell is broken.
His face is inscrutable now, eyes penetrating, and once again, he looks entirely male, shedding the boyish aura he was wearing a while ago.

*He knows who I am. He knows Mahesh is my husband* Shilpa gulps at the actualization.

Women are the more sensitive sex. Women can read human emotions better than men, and Shilpa can sense Ashish knows her secret. Women are the more sensitive sex due to the mother-child dyad. 
A human child can't speak after birth, and it is utterly defenseless. It can't articulate its needs properly during the first 10-12 months after it comes to Earth. A mother must intuitively pick up her child's needs just by looking at her child. Thus women chose to invest more in developing emotional sensitivity during evolution, and that sensitivity became an innate part of femininity regardless of whether a female has attained motherhood in her lifetime.

Many other mammalian females share this mother-child dyad, a chemical process that starts before giving birth and completely seizes the Brain through reward centers in PFC after Postpartum. Masculinity or society did not entirely shape femininity; a majority of feminine nature evolved cause of children. 

Empathy is part of human's innate morality, and empathy was primarily evolved for parenting and mutual cooperation. Human's innate morality does not come from a place of cowardice or shame. Neither was it established cause some clever people said some wise things. It comes from within, and it is ancient.

If Human civilization is standing upon muscles, then empathy is what makes this civilization breathe.

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CHAPTER 43 : SECOND LAW OF THERMODYNAMICS

PART 2.2 : Let There Be Light

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Ashish approaches her with his slow leoline stride as if he is looming towards his trapped hunt. Shilpa gulps, looking at his frame; lean and fierce, it radiates some kind of righteous authority. They both possess the ability to bedazzle each other and use it effectively whenever they want to overwhelm the other sexually. But, right now, Ashish is very subtle with his.


Shilpa inhales sharply as soon as he touches her face with his long fingers; her sex aches between her legs, swamped by his raw sexual energy and intent.

"We are staying here." His voice is emotionless and adamant. Shilpa knows why he is doing this. 

She analyzes keeping her calm in a state of panic ***Mahesh is too familiar. He is no random stranger like the saleswoman at the mall to spice up our sexplay. Ashish would not risk my dignity and his reputation like this. He knows Mahesh is my husband and his reputation is at stake here, not Ashish's.***

Shilpa warns Ashish with an oddly intense look in her eyes but still speaking in riddles, "Man's inhumanity to man is as old as humanity itself and a well-documented subject, Ashish... but it needs an excuse. A human can not live his life knowing he is the villain. It is a too terrible burden of guilt to bear. He needs a reason to justify the horrible things he wants to do to another human. He needs to convince himself that he is doing the right thing; by the looks of it, I think you have found your reasons. But the sad truth is we want to hurt each other without any reason and are always searching for a valid excuse."

While she was talking, sitting on the couch, Ashish placed himself beside her.

He leans forward, eyes sparkling with firm intent. His left-hand touches the dip of her naked back around her waist, and Shilpa quiver, but she forces herself to maintain eye contact swallowing her nerves.
 She waits for his verbal response, but he is busy painting murals around her spine, gazing up his fingers along her silken skin, raising goosebumps as they travel, making her shiver, compelling her to draw her body closer to his, guided by his velvety touch, all the while looking at her twitching face.

When he started drawing the mural, her brown eyes were blazing like a sun at midday, but as he brushed along her spine using it as his canvas, he brought twilight to her eyes, making her eyelids slowly drop as she melted away. The inevitable sunset followed, and she closed her eyes, mewling in sensual sensation, feeling his nails scratching upwards.
 Young evening sits on the lap of dusk, and she becomes a moaning erotica. By the time he finished his lazy mural, Midnight had conquered her world, and the frightening nocturnal desires came out howling at that hour. 

In that darkness, she finds her breasts pressing against his virile chest for warmth, for security, fearing the howling of beasts inside her.

"Here." her lover's voice hits her ears like an enchanting spell, summoning a moon in the dark sky of her midnight mind illuminating her inner world as he touches a spot over her neck, and Shilpa whimpers parting her lips, fluttering like a white butterfly in the darkness, bathed in the soothing moonlight, "unhaan..." 

He leans closer, gently waving the hair away from her shoulders, and kisses the spot on her neck. 

Shilpa's open mouth gasps in sensation; she embraces his body, sliding her hands under his arms, squashing her tits over his toned torso while feeling his lips over her neck.
"Your amygdala is hijacking your prefrontal cortex, making you live in fear." his teeth rake over that spot, eliciting a cute moan from her, "It is positioned here." 

Shilpa squeaks in bliss, her jaw slacks open, feeling her lover's lips masterfully planting kisses along the erogenous zones of her neck as he softly speaks in between the smooching sounds, "From the totalitarian government of China to the consumerism of the west to the politicians, all around the world to the addictive social media all are trying to manipulate that particular region."

Shilpa puts her palm on her mouth, muffling her moan as her lover sucks the pulses from her neck. She gets frustrated when he disconnects his lips to speak and yields to him with encouraging whimpers when he reconnects to her elevated pulsation along her neck," Sadly, it is closer to our spinal cord and thus easier to hack as the information passes through it first. I know it cause I am a Capitalist to the core and make money by targeting the amygdala of people. I can't let yours be influenced intimately by some other person. It is mine to torture."

Shilpa pulls away, resisting his seduction.

Her face is contorted with emotion, and she pleads, "He(Mahesh) will never forgive you for this." Her voice trembled, and her eyes darted towards the washroom, but she did not mention who this 'he' was.

Her lover's rigid tone lets her know, "I am not looking for his(Mahesh) forgiveness. I am asking for yours for my earlier behavior." He does not mention who this 'he' is either.

Shilpa closes her eyes, and a teardrop escapes her eyelid, knowing she has to meet him halfway as their love is also a compromise, and whispers, "Worship me then."

At the start of a romantic relationship in this current culture, a man looks at a woman's past, and a woman looks at a man's future. Ashish sees Shilpa as a woman who has suffered for her husband's recklessness, and Shilpa sees the sun of her husband's future is about to set, but her lover's rising as the conspiracy plot has completely fallen apart.

"No.... let's mutually worship each other." his unshakeable tone pledges his fealty but adds a clause of his own, and his lips come down to kiss her closed eyes, wiping her worries.

"Ok," Shilpa murmurs sagely, staring into his eyes, and her anxious mind drifts to a new thought *The door is too thin*

His gaze drops, and she follows his eyes which have fallen on her breasts. Her nipples wink at him, flirting with her lover without her consent. 

She gasps at their behavior, but those hard stubs are rebellious. Ashish funds that rebellion by moving his head downwards, closer to her left nipple, and starts to blow hot air on it and he starts whistling a song -"Are are are yeh kaya hua.' Just the tune, not the lyrics.

"Fuckkk.." Shilpa curses under her breath, shocked by his shamelessness, and her body convulses.

Ashish says nothing and continues blowing on her nipple like cooling a cup of coffee before taking a latte of creamy tits, but the effect is adverse and desired; the temperature only grew.

Shilpa folds her elbows backward against her upper arms, her fingers clutch her shoulder, and rests those folded arms beside her tits, cramming those malleable orbs together, trying to close that 'inch'-the inch between her lover's lip and her sizzling teat.

"Greedy. Let's change the tune," he chuckles and pulls his neck upward, moving away from her breasts, maintaining that inch, and resuming his blowing cum whistling. This time he chooses the tune from Fanaa-'Chand Sifarish.'

Her hip buckles in sensation, an inch shy of bliss, and a warning comes from inside *The door is too thin*

Her nipples grow taunter against his hot breath, spring visits them, making them bloom, yet they shiver in the embrace of winter, and summer take over Shilpa's entire body, the lamentation of autumn echoes in her low whimpers, monsoon drip between her twitching thighs. 

"Let's bring some Southern spice. A great fan of Allu Arjun. So here it goes."

He changes the whistling tune -'nammavemo gani, andaala yuvarani' and halts to tell, "Catchy tune, huh?" and resumes tormenting her, making her squirm on the couch.

He breathes on her erect nipple, and she holds her breath as her body tenses up. He whistles on her areola, and she creams her panty. He played the tunes, and her body danced to them, humming her own.

 She pulls her belly inside, catching her lips between her teeth, puffing up her chest outwards, desperate to meet his lips without being so obvious.

"Why so scared? Come closer. I can also play the entire 'Dollar trilogy' tunes if rugged western is what makes you weak in the knees." Ashish urges her in a playful voice and whistles out some Ennio Morricone.

Shilpa could not. She isn't ashamed cause she is having an adulterous affair. Shilpa does not consider being in love a shameful thing. She is ashamed cause she is doing it while her husband is nearby.
***He said he wants to spend his life with me. But will he loathe me in the future for letting him have me when my husband is near me?***

Ashish lets his tongue out and gives her stub a long lick looking into her eyes from below.Shilpa jerks, and Ashish titers watching her dismay.

*The door is too thin* So does the wall of her resistance.

"Why do you cheat, Mrs.Dixit" Ashish resumes flickering her nipple staring at her from below.

Her hourglass body shivers, but the sand in the hourglass has stopped flowing; time stands still for her as she answers in a shallow pitch, but she does not let her gaze falter, answering this crucial query, "To be with you, only with you."

Ashish withdraws his tongue from her moistened pebble and responds, "So why are you afraid? It's a paradox, Mrs.Dixit. To be with me, you have to cheat, and I will make you cheat over and over and over and over ...."

Shilpa swallows hard. Her pussy squirmed, listening to how he pronounced the word 'over' with long syllables, taking his sweet time.

She stutters, "Does it...does it nee...do we need to do that when he(Mahesh) is here?"

Initially, it was just a naughty thought- the thought of getting dirty with her husband's bully boss. It was sleazy to explore it at the beginning of their raunchy affair. 
It felt sexier than hell to have sex with Ashish in the car when she made Ashish imagine she was the wife of Mahesh.

But now, when she is about to live that fantasy by staying some meters away from her husband, it scares the hell out of her. Now she truly understands the gravity of the situation and its consequences.
What will her future husband think about her character if she lets him have her in front of her current husband?

Nobody knew, not even Shilpa herself, when the kink of cucking Mahesh originated in her head that she would fall head over heels for Ashish.

"I will not judge you, I promise. You have been asking for this from the very beginning. Now I want this. You can blame it all on me and keep your conscience clear." Ashish assures her.

Shilpa has been begging him to cuck her husband from the beginning just cause these two men hated each other.

Ashish straightens up.

Shilpa groans in frustration as he moves away. Staying apart from him is a pain for her.

Ashish does not tease her, seeing her visible yearning for his touch.

He touches her face, and Shilpa quivers, resting it on his palm, "Embrace the sins, Mrs.Dixit. Drown in it. Soak yourself. Let me corrupt you and let that pulsating wild rose between your legs spread its wicked fragrance, let its petals carry the dew of our passion until you become an innocent sensation only, a rubicund pigment of our darkest desires."

Shilpa rubs her thighs together, listening to his baritone but laments in fear of judgment from him, "There are three kinds of trials a person has to go through. Trial by law, trial by society, and trial by morality. We will not win in any of those courts."

 Adultery is not a crime in our country as per law but putting one's spouse through repeated mental torture during adultery is a punishable offense.

"I can understand the trial by law, but I am pretty sure it will not come to that, and you know it." Ashish indicates he knows much more about their criminal plot than she realizes.

Shilpa gulps but does not say anything.

Ashish continues caressing her cheekbone, "I don't care about society's opinion about my sexual affairs, and I don't feel guilty about what I am doing, so it is not immoral as per my individual morality."

Shilpa scrutinizes his face for a while, "You should care about what people think. Only a megalomaniac will ignore 'The wisdom of the crowd'; it is a powerful force in its own right. And Purity is part of our innate morality."

Ashish runs his finger on her trembling lips, watching her mewl sensually, partly closing her eyes. "Purity is conservative thinking, and I am not one. The sinister game that has been played without my knowledge since I met you is being played by the rule of the jungle. The players will not face societal, legal, or moral trials...instead, they will face the jungle law."
Shilpa counsels him crunching her face, "You can't separate a character from that person's actions."

Ashish nods sagely," Depends on the action and intentions behind the action, and all of you who played this game have different purposes. You all have made your moves and consider my 'next action' my first move. Actually, second."

Ashish lunged forward and ambushed her anxious lips with a fierce kiss grabbing her swan-like neck, consuming her pout with his famished lips.

Shilpa pulls her lips in shock; saliva bridges their lips, and huffs, "What have you done?"

Ashish smirks conspiratorially, "I am having your husband followed." and reconnects with her lips without breaking the saliva strings.

Shilpa gives in without any protest, and what his words could not express, he let his lips write that language onto hers. She deciphers that verse of love, her entire body pulses, and her lacy panty immediately dampens further. 
This is the first time she is being chased by the man she loves. That feeling of being pursued by the man she desires the most exhilarates her. Every other sexual encounter they had, she was the one who chased him.

Craning her neck, she accepts his offering lingering the kiss. Their tongues tangle with each other, and their skin communicates. She moans, and he owns those moans. She becomes breathless, and he pumps life into her mouth.

"Does it feel like doing the wrong thing?" He murmurs on her lips.

She sobs, "No.." her fear and inhibitions get consumed by the emotions she feels right now; she loves being desired by him this way.

He breaks the kiss and intensely expresses, "I love you, Shilpa. You know that, right?"

She had been dying to hear that from him, and her mind shattered. She confesses, crying, "Oh god, I love you so much..it hurts..it hur.."

He did not let her finish; he closed her quivering lips and nourished the sweet wounds her feelings for him caused her.

She hums inside his mouth, her tears of surrender soak their faces, and she becomes a tangled mess of happiness inside the embrace of the man she desires.

She ended the kiss until she could not take it anymore. He let her lips go leaving her wanton and yearning for more. His piercing eyes gaze into her soul through the glassy shimmer of her willing eyes and mesh with her lips with a fleeting kiss forming an eclipse. He is darkness, and she is the light.

"You are mine," He whispers, and she obliges, taking vulnerable breaths, "I am yours...oh god... I want to be yours."

They connect again, and the eclipse experiences a fortnight. Their moon of kiss changes its phases without any order as they duel with their tongue inside until his darkness overpowers her light. She gets lost, leaking badly from her soppy cunt, closing her eyes, leaning onto his body like a flower yeans for the sun, and like the sun, he was always there, keeping her aroused, shivering body warm.

*The door is too thin*
She isn't wrong. The private executive washroom's entrance is fragile compared to all the elegant furniture in this office room. She can hear the sounds of falling water coming from inside it. Courtesy of a greedy contractor.

"You are my happy song, and I want to hear it." Ashish pushes her body, and she gradually lays on the couch.

From below, her voice floats to him, "Then I have to be a lament for someone else."

"So become both then. Every connection is a disconnection." her lover responds.

Shilpa closes her eyes; she can feel her caged desire flapping like an imprisoned bird right now; it wants to be free, and she wants to be free.
She is ready to leave her marriage.

She wants Mahesh to hearken to the tunes trapped within her and about to be unleashed inside these four walls by none other than his tormentor. Shilpa is ready to compose the requiem of the romantic feelings Mahesh still has for her by producing high notes during coupling with her chosen tunesmith-her husband's archenemy, and repel her husband away from her with the power of obscene lyricism. 
She wants her husband to cringe even at the thought of touching her after the mating song with her lover gets descanted. That melody of infidelity must shriek in her husband's ears, haunting his memory with that sordid cacophony, creeping inside his sanity until Mahesh can't take it anymore and grievously begin to consider divorcing her instead of pursuing her. 
She wants liberation from her marital bonds by using her husband's nemesis as the symphonist to compose that melancholic piece for her husband, which must manifestly apprise Mahesh that she has become a deafening raga to silence the roar of his masculinity in society and any attempt from him to win his screeching wife back from the grasp of his archfoe is not only irrational but also fruitless. She wants Mahesh to forget about her and move on.


Ashish was watching her almost naked body. She is stunning and got a tall figure. He always likes tall women. Talking to a woman below a certain height always felt awkward to him. It is too much work to constantly look below. Tall, pretty face, small waist, and big banks. That's how he likes them. That's what she is and some more.

*Much more* His heart informs him.

His enemy's wife lying right in front of him after professing her love for him, Just a few away from his scheming husband, and she can't grasp this is really going down, supple breasts swelled up in arousal, blushing of her cheeks spread to her chest in heat, awkwardly pressing her thighs together, too ashamed to expose her thoroughly drenched inner thighs, where she was sitting a while ago a wet patch has smeared the leather of that spot, nipples perked up, eyes veering between the washroom door to his body, face painted with arousal and various other emotions. Ashish drinks all of what is displayed in front of him with purposeful eyes.

"Come worship me." Shilpa tries to maintain some dignity by choosing her words carefully. Her voice shakes in excitement and nervousness. She urges her lover. She knows there is no point in stalling the inevitable, as her dominant lover will get what he wants. The agony of sharing equal power.

"I will, my Goddess, I will, but my own way. "He aligns his body over hers, informing her in a teasing tone to ease her up. 

"Your way...that works." Shilpa blushes hard. There is no easing her up; she has eroticized the situation with her conflicting thoughts and kinks. She can sense the perversity of the moment.

Ashish smooches her lips delicately. His lips were a touch of velvet on hers.

"This works, your Worshipness?" His laughing eyes are feasting on her sighing sighs.

"Got my mind on your body and your body on your mind
Got a taste for the cherry; I just need to take a bite." (Cool for the summer by Demi Lovato) .Shilpa sings softly.

"I hate pop songs, your highness." Ashish snickers.

"Good.A way to annoy you then, my subject." She teases him and entwines her lips with his.

 Shilpa moans and slips her tongue into his urging him to violate her mouth in the most sensual way possible. He obliged. Tongue on tongue, naked body, grinding against another naked body, two souls collide, silent truth is being spoken, nothing hidden. 

She was thoughtless as long as their lips stayed connected, they were gentle to each other, but the flames within them only got angrier. 
Her body becomes restless, and her heated sex is primed for exploration.
 
Ashish kisses her lips, and she cups his face closing her eyes. A musical moan escapes her open mouth. She responded as if her soul was aching from her lover's touch; her face held that image of her defenselessness.



Shilpa cranes her neck to graze her lips on the hollow of her lover's throat while his hand slowly chafes up her thighs, her radiant skin soft and warm.
"May I, Your grace?" Ashish taunts her again.

Shilpa nods; she is way beyond teasing now. Placing a hand on her mouth, she just nods again.

Ashish waits, and Shilpa whines from below her hand.

 Shilpa trembles in anticipation as her lover's fingers stop for a few seconds at the border of her soaked pretty lacy panties before pushing the material aside, exposing her swollen labia. She gasps. Her nipples crinkle at the delicate touch, and driblets of her arousal seep slowly, coating her lover's finger.

She softly moans against his neck, her hands caressing the side of his arms. She looks up, biting her lips, glimpsing the smolder in her lover's gaze as he witnesses her wantonness.

The door is too thin so does her wall of resistance.

Oscillating between decency and desire, she chooses desire.

Shilpa catches his wrist and takes those wet fingers of her lover upto her hearty lips. She ardently looks at him and puts his fingers inside her mouth to taste herself. Their eyes flicker together as she licks her own desire.

"How does it tastes," He asks, looking at her intensely.

"Like sin," her voice trembles.

Ashish envelopes her burning lips with his own, tasting the nectar and murmurs, "No. It tastes divine." and goes back dancing with her lips.

 She expected him to be rough, judging the way he was staring at her. But he is unexpectedly mild against her lips while tasting her liquid need from her pout. His silky kiss replenishes her body with a new surge of demands, and her sex clenches between her legs, her mind hazy as he pumps air into her breathless core.
 Shilpa moans inside his mouth as the intimacy lingers; her body squirms on the couch. Finally, he smiles at her gently, and she smiles back, blushing.

His soaking silken fingers trail down, greeting Shilpa's nipple with a gentle roll on their way down and settling around her deep navel. Ashish draws fingers over her stomach, watching her aroused exquisite face, caressing her hair with the other hand.

Shilpa's clit throbs; her womb feels empty; it is aching. Baby fever swallows her mind; the sweet dream of carrying his child in her womb fills her veins with unbridled happiness. 
His hand slides between her legs, and Shilpa immediately spreads her thighs.

Ashish grazes his finger gently over the thin fabric of her panty, sending a frisson that spreads across her entire body, raising goosebumps in its wake and making Shilpa emit a heated glow.

"Mmmphhh" a low mewl escapes her nervous lips, and guilt arises in her eyes.
"Let it out.be the lament. Let me hear the music trapped within you. I can feel the lyrics tattooed under your skin." He rouses her.
Shilpa hides her face, panting hard; right now, she is a lust-painted squirming mess with a head full of filthy thoughts and a dwindling fearful heart.

Ashish pushes the fabric against her moistened mound. The wet material grows darker, soaked by the fresh gush of nectar. Finally, Ashish presses the lace between her swollen pussy lips. Shilpa squirms and gasp in delight as the coarseness of the lace stimulate her pussy guided by the rubbing of her lover's finger.


The sound of her audible muffled moans flared up his body, replacing the coldness he felt while watching her and Mahesh together with warmth, with need, with a want to worship her, to satisfy her.
He rubs her fragrant, leaking sex, and soon a word keeps escaping from her mouth over and over. His name.

"Ashish..." and nothing makes him crave her more than when she takes his name with each gasp.

Ashish grabs her lace thong and unsheathes her voluminous apple bottom pulling it down. Her open sex greets him again with the scent of her arousal. She is dripping wet. 

Shilpa gasps a mewl as soon as her lover presses her clit, exposing her hood. Then, she parts her legs further, inviting him to devour her glistening pearl.

Their eyes are locked. Ashish travels below, sliding his body down, grazing against her skin, and never leaving her eyes.

Her ache is now turned into tingling inside her darkness of secret. Between her legs, her lover is breathing on her pulsating pearl, and his mind is ready to paint her wet canvas with his desires.

She gives in by placing her hands over his moving head and letting the moaning fill up the room, accompanying the aroma of sex in the air.

Her body becomes poetry in motion, but his tongue does not land in the same place twice following the essentiality of change poetry needs, and in turn, her moans behold different kinds of tunes attuned to the stokes of his tongue, the instrument with which he is playing her. 

His hands crawl up and grab her supple breasts. He greets those yearning lumps of masses with hard squeezes and pampers her nipples with tweaks in between.

 His tongue is his tool. It lapped and licked her heated sex. She moaned and thrashed.

 His teeth graze against her soft labia, and his tongue flickers her beating clit. She squirmed and whimpered.

He kissed her thigh, taking a break, and she dug her nails into the couch. His tongue is back on her gushing vulva, and she has resumed her whimpering. Shilpa grips her thighs and starts sliding her soaked pussy on her lover's tongue. Ashish holds his tongue still, and Shilpa brushes against it until she crumples, jerking her head, wailing in euphoria.

She is loud now.

 Ashish takes back the lead sawing his tongue between her freshly oozed pussy lips building another orgasm for her.

 His tongue is relentless against her clit, and her mind is a drunken haze. His fingers join, and blood continues to rush to her groin. He is wild, and she is a wet mess. Her tingling inside her spasming slit has become a throb. His mouth pulls and licks her clit. 
She drips and shudders. With each pulse, he savors all of her honeyed release that dribble out from her palpating core, and his two digits keep rolling inside her molten heat.

"If you are wearing heels, learn to point those in the right direction. The ceiling Mrs.Dixit." His voice is commanding now, and she follows his leadership without resistance.
He pushes her thighs higher, exposing her saturated pussy further, his mouth pressing against her opening, suckling her womanhood loudly, keeping her high heels pointed towards the ceiling. 

Shilpa's heart clamors, her pussy walls jostle, a volcanic heat rising from her deep. She wriggles in sensation, moaning hard, but he holds her tight against the couch.
"Ahhhhh gawwddd..... don't stop...oh my gawwddd...oh that feels so goood." She forgets her husband.

She choruses her ecstasy, and its taste is divine on Ashish's tongue. Shilpa soaks his mouth with orgasm, her mind ablaze, and his grip stay firm on her lifted thighs as long as the orgasm roared.

He isn't done. He wants more and extracts more. Shilpa pulls her legs towards her, shaking her thighs, watching her lover devouring her entire pussy with an insatiable hungry mouth, his stubble grazing against her softness, viscous arousal seeping between her ass cheeks.

Another orgasm pulses and surges inside her, and her pussy spasms. She screams his name again, exploding into a booming blast, clenching her ass cheeks, "Ohhh...yesss...You are making...me ..ahhhh...cummm again...."

 She soared in Eden, grounded only by sensation. Her mind spiraled, falling free, addled with pleasure. She became a feeling with her ecstatic release. She convulses wildly while being exposed and intoxicated. The ache inside her pussy is now dull. She feels his fingers entering her gasping slit. 

She grips the couch, letting her thighs go, her cries loudening, hips buckling, his fingers pumping her hard inside. 

She pussy squelch, and he makes her cum again. He does not give her any respite; his incessant fingers swivel for her magma. One orgasm transition to another, and wetness splatter on the couch, creating sprinkling puddles. 
Her voice rose to a crescendo, orgasms ebbed and flowed, mind floated to an ethereal plain, vision cloudy as her lover made her rain, and from the waist, her body arched like a rainbow bearing every shade of chromatic red.

He empties her pussy, lungs, mind, and brain. He reaches over her face when she is nothing but a writhing lump of mass and pushes his sticky fingers inside her 'O' face.

He says in a demanding tone, "Lick it dry and tell me how it tastes."

She obeys, suckling on his beefy fingers, wearing a look of gratitude on her face, and mumbles, "Divine."

He caresses her dampened sweat sheen face and runs his eyes over her convulsing ripe body. She can't feel a single muscle, her vulva still spasming in aftershock, her thighs twitching involuntarily.

He enveloped her wanton lips, shutting down whatever senses she had left.

'Mmmmmmm..ummmmmm..."She moans under his persuasive lips.

He declares,"No.it tastes like sin." and wipes the fluids on her wavering tits, marring them with the aroma of their lust while feeling her drumming heartbeat underneath.
Shilpa squeaks in a droopy voice looking away in shame but moans afterward, enjoying the pressure of his crushing palm on her subjugated opulent milks,"Oh shittt...ufffff.."

Nowhere to hide, her gaze falls on the thin door behind which her husband is captivated by her lover.

Ashish closely watches her struggle and proclaims, "First, I am gonna fuck your soul, then your body, then your marriage, and then I will make a wife out of you for myself. A wife to slutwife to hotwife to wife again."

Shilpa skimmed at his determined face from under her heavy eyelids; her body wanted him inside her carnal heat and at that moment listening to him, she knew that her marriage was over. Her lover is never legging her go, and she does not want to.

She kisses his veiny forearm and utters lovingly, closing her eyes; her pussy feels so good right now after so many releases and pliantly demands, "Whateva !!! I want ...Mmmmm.. *still moaning*...I want you to propose to me properly..then I will think about marrying you."

Those words and that contended face made Ashish extremely angry at Mahesh, remembering Shilpa was ra**ped by another man whom she did not like and was mentally broken after that, bearing his assault all over her flesh.

He can't let the man get away whose plan caused the woman he loves such pain.

*What was he blind? Can't he see the extreme sadness she had to endure day after day? What kind of husband was he?*

"Excuse me. I need to bring a towel. You make quite a mess, and I love it." Ashish withdraws his hand from Shilpa's grasp.

Shilpa's eyes flung open immediately. She can distinguish the hidden flow of loathing in his voice. She loved his voice from the moment she met him and has memorized every undertone those sexy vocal cords have produced so far.

"Don't, he is dangerous" She clutches his arm fearfully. Shilpa still does not know what plans Mahesh has hatched to ruin Ashish.

"So am I," Ashish jerks away from her, freeing his hand, and gets out of his boxer.

Swinging his titanic manhood, he moves towards the washroom door and knocks on it, "Mahesh. Open the door."

Shilpa's lungs are about to jump out of her throat as she watches her angry lover's drool-worthy body disappear, wearing the aroma of her sex inside the washroom boasting his mammoth appendage.

Shilpa hisses, but nobody is there to hear, "Shit!!! Stupid men !!!!"

Her biological clock is ticking, and Ashish's financial clock is set. The only problem is her husband, who is hellbent on ruining her lover, and after the vocal show she put on, possibly her as well.

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"Are you taking your medications?" Dr.Parveen asks again; a while ago, Rahul shunned her when she asked him about that.

"Yes." Rahul reluctantly lies.

"I am adding Olanzapine with Veniz XR and Nexito plus." Dr.Parveen writes the medicines down on the prescription.(drugs mentioned in Chap 26)

"I am not gonna fucking take Olanzapine..I will not..It makes me hungry all the time." Rahul complains.

"Well, it targets your gut, and your gut supplies Serotonin which is essential for fighting depression." Dr.Parveen explains.

"Oh, doc, please...Your precious Seretonion imbalance theory has been debunked. Don't you read your journals anymore? You capitalist money-hungry fuckers have been selling poisons for decades, making billions based on a false theory. Tell me, doc, be truthful, how much of hokum psychiatry is? What other nonsense psychology preaches?" Rahul pours out his anger on Parveen due to the severe personal problems he is facing right now regarding the conspiracy plot Mahesh and Shilpa have woven around Ashish.

"Rahul, you are no expert. Reading two pages of Wikipedia does not make you an expert." Dr.Parveen presses her lips.

Rahul did not stop" You doctors are just glorified licensed salesclerks for your Capitalist masters...I mean, look around your own house. How many of these things did you buy with your own money? Sun, Cipla, Abbott, Reddy....you people are just whores of these companies. Big Pharma shower you with expensive gifts, and you people fool us...Medical association is just an organized mafia sucking the dick of Drug dealers......."

"Shut up..shut the fuck up...next time, bring your parents." Dr.Parveen bursts out. She had reached her tolerance, "You aren't taking any medications, are you?"

"That's it. People like you control others by yelling, subjugating, and using force. You Alpha types...the cruel people like my father...that's how you stay in power." Rahul throws another series of a tantrum.

"I am not like your father. I need someone from your family when you are getting prescribed these drugs. You are not yourself." Dr.Parveen sternly states.

Rahul mellows it down, knowing he can't bring Mahesh or Shilpa to meet Parveen, "I wish someone protected me from Mahesh when I was young. I think women like this kind of man. Tough, angry who can rule their family with an iron fist, The Alpha men. Otherwise, why do two beautiful women like my mother and Shilpa fall for Mahesh?" he sighs, "The sad truth is that kind of brutish men are Alpha, and they will always rule no matter what."

"Hold on a second. Who told you this kind of man is Alpha?" Dr.Parveen squints her eyes.

"Everyone knows what an Alpha is. They are the kings cause they instill fear in others." Rahul shrugs.

"Are you consuming too much social media, Rahul?" Dr.Parveen raises an eyebrow.

"Can't avoid" He snickers but notices the feminist doctor is not happy with the term 'Alpha male.' It amuses him, "So who is the Alpha?"

"You are defining bullies as Alpha. There is a difference between a Bully and an Alpha. The term Alpha was unintentionally popularized by primatologist Frans de Waal, who studied chimpanzees. Like them, we are primates and share a common ancestor. People twisted what he found and......"

Rahul laughs in the middle, "Come on, doc. Don't you think the theory of evolution is laughable ..I mean, what proof do you got? Giraffes needed to be tall, and they grew tall just cause they desired to be tall?.. Come on, the theory of evolution is ridiculous."

Dr.Parveen thoughtfully says, "So you believe in the Second law of thermodynamics, that means you believe in the big bang, and you don't believe in the theory of evolution?"
Rahul is smiling, "I believe in the big bang 'cause you can seeeeee big bang with your eyes as light is traveling from past ...well not the actual occurring, we can observe through telescopes the state of the universe couple of billion years after the big bang, the gaseous cloud. We can't see the actual big bang as in the initial phase there was no light......"

Dr.Parveen chimes in, "Ok, I get it. You believe it cause there is visual proof. Rahul once people believed Earth was flat......"

Rahul again interrupts her, "Earth is sort of round, but Space is flat. People were onto something, you know."
Dr.Parveen confusingly asks, "What?"
Rahul let it go; he is not interested in explaining quantum physics to an out-of-touch psychiatrist, "Nevermind..carry on with your chimpanzee talk."

Dr.Parveen took it upon her ego, "Just a second. You are wrong if you say everything was created by God or gods. Religion is for the soul."

Rahul leans forward and protests, "Don't go there!!!  T=0 is the big bang, the starting time of the universe. The domain of Science can only explain and deal with things that came after T>0, but God is a concept for T<0.... please don't try to explain God with your theory of evolution when Science has no concrete idea of what was there before the entire creation, which is T<0. So keep your theories locked on Chimpanzees and whatnot."

Dr.Parveen does not argue back as it is Russell's teapot situation.

"Alright, So I was saying. The qualities you describe as Alphaness are the qualities of a bully. Getting to the top and staying at the top are different things. Frans de Gaal observed this in the chimp society, which is akin to human society to a degree as we had a common ancestor. The idea the biggest or cruelest or baddest Chimpanzee will rule and everyone will just accept is absolutely false."

Rahul frowns, "Why not? People follow power."

Dr.Parveen nods her head in disagreement," An Alpha will be nominated as Alpha type by female admirers and physically weaker male chimps but whether he should stay Alpha after gaining power is entirely dependent on other chimp males and mothers. The tyrannical Alpha does not rule for long. He will be abandoned by his entire clan or killed and torn into pieces on a bad day by two other males who are fed up with his cruelty. Your father, Mahesh, If he was beating you up daily, he was doing something similar to someone else or many others to remain in control. If that is true, sooner or later, there will be retaliation."

That interests Rahul very much, and he reckons **Two people, him and Ashish, were fed up with Mahesh's behavior towards themselves and finally decided to protest back, thinking enough was enough.**

Rahul asks, "Then who rules as an Alpha? "

Dr.Parveen answers his query, "Well, Frans de Waal noticed the longest ruling Alpha among chimps had a network of bribery and ruled for 12 years. He did not need to be cruel. You can see why bribing works in human society. Another most loved Alpha, Amos, was strong and handsome but never used force. He mentored the young chimps. Mentoring and guiding are expected of an Alpha. Look at the Indian team, Dravid and Ganguly; these captains were great mentors. Do they even remotely look like the bullies you consider, Alpha?"

Rahul sighs, thinking clearly she got a thing for Indian Captains. Cricket never interested him much, but he gets what she is saying. He loves football. He loves Messi and Ronaldo, but they are not his favorite player. Johan Cruyff is.

 Dr.Parveen talks about two Chimp Alphas, Frodo and Freud, while Rahul thinks inside his head **Johan Cruyff. A philosopher, a perfect manipulator, a mentor, and a realist who completely changed the game of football despite living under the shadow of the great Franz Beckenbauer in the early days.***

 Beckenbauer is another of his favorites. The inventor of the now obsolete defensive-midfielder position, all the glory of controlling the attack without losing the toughness of defense, a Sweeper.
That is exactly how he played Ashish, Shilpa, and Mahesh.Mix and matching Beckenbauer and Cruyff. He was a Sweeper who knew how to perform the evasive 'Cruyff turn.'

He smiles, thinking of one of Cruyff's quotes *When you play a match, it is statistically proven that players actually have the ball 3 minutes on average … So, the most important thing is: what do you do during those 87 minutes when you do not have the ball. That is what determines whether you're a good player or not.*

He fucked Shilpa for only some hours, but the considerable time he spent beforehand to make those hours of bliss possible was more important.

Dr.Parveen was still speaking, "The females cared for Amos when he was old, and the new Alphas respected him. The Alphas that rule longer are the one who supports underdogs and breaks up fights among mothers who quarrel over food for their children. Look at the Indian captain like M.S. Dhoni. Initially, his challenge was to maintain peace among the star players of the Indian team. He knew how to manage big egos."

The Counselling session continued, and Rahul listened intently.

When it was over, Rahul was about to head out.

Dr.Parveen said, "Rahul, if the Second of thermodynamics is really bothering you, then there is a short story by sci-fi writer Issac Asimov- 'The last question'. I will not spoil it, but it ended on an optimistic note. The final line of the story was 'Let there be light.'"

Rahul smiled, "And then God said, 'Let there be light.' Nice...better than shadow."

Rahul has chosen a side by the end of his counseling session *Whatever Ashish is, he can't win against inspector Indra. Indra's father-in-law is a DIG. Ashish can't beat the law, and inspector Indra is on the side of Mahesh. Their victory is inevitable*

He recalls another quote of Cruyff *Football is a game of mistakes. Whoever makes the fewest wins*


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[Devilmaycry]

Super update bro

Amazingggggggggg

Riveting update. The love is getting strong and strong.

Great dude

Fantastic update

You are top class writer. I read the story multiple times.

Marvelous narration dear.

Superb

Wonderful update bro

Nice update

marvelousss

Thanks for keeping up the bullshit I am writing, and I hope I will get the same applause in future updates after boring you people some more.


No, I am serious. While writing this chapter, I felt sleepy every time I sat down to write, and every time I yelled -' Fuck it, fuck this story' and quit.

I can't imagine how readers must have felt going through this borefest, and I envy the mental fortitude of those who have read it. I genuinely do and trust me, I am always lying.

[Devilmaycry]

Hope that does not happen this time. We too are getting old na 

No, I am still young, and  I am still stupid.

I was reading some of the initial posts of the story for reference and immediately cringed, thinking, 'OMG!! I wrote this? How stupid was I two years ago? Forget grammar; some of the sentences even do not make sense.'

But you know what, I am pretty sure two years from now, if I revisit the things I am writing now, I will think the same -'Oh no, I did not say that...I did not say that.. What a stupid moron was I ?!!!'

With age, the rawness in my writing is going away bit by bit. I am turning into a more civilised herbivore. Yeah, I can feel it, and I absolutely loathe it. 

I like being an omnivore, like a bear chewing its prey while it is alive....Ok, I will stop my psycho talk now; it is getting out of hand ...

Happy Independence day, guys!!

[Devilmaycry]

Waiting for the next update dude

Next year. 

[Devilmaycry]

so hot story 
can you please sent me a story that
'sweet incident with my tailor'.

What?

[Devilmaycry]

CHAPTER 44 : Raajneeti

Part 1 : Prisoner's Dilemma

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Human beings live Life by experiencing it, and we can't do much about it.

We receive reality through our sense organs and perceive a version of that reality based on our individual consciousness. Per ontologists and phenomenologists, that version of reality is also a reality. We don't live Life by constantly dissecting each step with logical or scientific methods to peek behind the curtain of that stimulating experience by following the cartesian approach. We are not built that way to react to Life.

This is one of the places where Science and Philosophy clash the most. To obtain the truth, Science tends to reduce the grandiose experience of Life by treating everything objectively and dramatically diminishes the significance of the emotional adventure, the immersive experience human beings innately crave. 

However, this is also why we often get shocked when a close friend, a family member, husband, wife or a long-time trusted acquaintance betrays us. We don't expect or see that sort of betrayal creeping towards us after getting familiarised with those people.

 After we label them as trustworthy enough to be in our close circle, while reacting to them, we heavily rely on the presupposition of their persona we gathered about them over time based on our intellect and the way those persons presented themselves to us in the past. 

Today Life is fast, and After a time, we just respond to people we know based on those outdated presumptions; we don't even bother to look at them properly and cease to analyze each action they take or even try to understand the gravity of their spoken words.

We don't constantly apply the cartesian methods when it comes to people loyal to us or supposed to be loyal to us..... or people we just know for a long time. 

But, once a person does something criminal in nature or gets betrayed, that person may become suspicious and look at those people or Life itself through a cynical lens.

That is precisely what is happening in this saga right now. All the presuppositions are getting pulverized. Everyone is getting reacquainted with each other. All the past relationships, Ashish-Mahesh, Mahesh-Shilpa, and Mahesh-Indra, are getting redefined as each one is discovering new dimensions of each one's persona they did not notice before. Green flags are turning into red flags, while everyone wants the other to throw the white flag of surrender.

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After turning a new page of their ongoing tale, Shilpa & Ashish were busy co-writing their clandestine liaison and debating whether to add some raunchy adulterous forced cuckolding paragraphs in the next chapter.  (Events of Chapter 43,part2)

Meanwhile inside the washroom Mahesh was getting heckled by Inspector Indra via his phone.

First, Indra made a call, and Mahesh did not pick up.

Indra was persistent. He just can't wait to fuck Shilpa. He has been waiting for years.

Inspector Indra still remembers the first time that itch occurred. He was watching the television inside the drawing room on their first floor. Mahesh and Shilpa, back then, lived in a single storied house. They were newly married. 

Indra was on medical leave for two weeks. He got injured while chasing some goons. His ankle was busted, and amidst such agony, his gorgeous neighbor came like 'Zhandu balm' with a bucket full of wet clothes on her roof to dry washed clothes. Back then, Mahesh and Shilpa did not own a washing machine. 

Sitting Inside his house, peeking through the gap of window curtains, Indra saw Shilpa was wearing a white tshirt and no bra inside. Her boobs were freely undulating, and it was evident that she wasn't wearing any bra. 

Indra could tell she had just finished her shower, barely dried her hair and come to the roof to catch the dying midday sun, grabbing whatever was available in her sight to cover her body to complete this chore.

Her freshly showered, messy hair held up in a bunch on the top of her head. Drop by drop, water dripped from that bun, dribbling along her neck and disappearing inside her tshirt, soaking her white tees from inside. She gave each wet clothes a jerk before spreading it on the rope.

 Each snapping, winnowing, and pulling off the wet clothes made the water droplets fly outwards, breaking the surface tension, and most of those landed on Shilpa's opulent breasts.

Indra could not believe what he was catching. With each passing second, Shilpa was throughly and gradually dampening her round tits.

 Indra sat there and gawked how those perfect pairs of heavy tits bounced and wavered. By the time Shilpa was done with her errand, Indra could write down the diameter of her areola, tell the color of her nipples, and draw the entire shape of her supple boobs by looking at Shilpa's doused bosom area. He could even guess how much those weighted the way her wet tshirt was hugging her ripe racks. 

To Indra's amazement, his newlywed neighbor was absolutely clueless and unbothered by her semi-nudity. Her treasury was out in the open, and she was not concerned that somebody could be lusting over it. Indra guessed Shilpa had no idea how sexy she was. He was wrong.

Till Today Indra still did not figure out Shilpa's idiosyncrasy of 'Look but don't touch' attitude.



For two weeks, Indra secretly watched Shilpa and thanked those goons for his injury. He was even thankful that crime and criminals exist in society.
 Shilpa worked in the beauty parlor that Rekha set up once. She was doing these chores after returning from her parlor, and most of the people at that time of the day were indoors.

 Each day at the same time during the afternoon. Like clockwork, she came and unknowingly gave him a wet show of her tits. Each day she was more clueless about her clumsy show-off than the previous day. Indra could feel her melons inside his hands; he could taste them on his tongue; he had imagined how those smelled; he had already fucked those milk cans in his head by ramming his cock between them.

Indra thought she was the most beautiful and dumb woman he had ever seen. He assumed he had a sure shot at banging her. 

Why would he not be confident? 

He was a bulky muscular stud back then, and everyone watched when he used to walk his hellhound dog in the morning. Muscles tightening.. veins prominent on his broad forearms as he stirred his gigantic hound using its collar... him grunting, wiping sweat off his thick brows...his olive-colored camouflage patterned military tshirt getting drenched during that workout. (Explained in Chapter 29 part 1)

The women could imagine how he would look when pounding them, how he would yank their hair like that leash he was holding, how he would grunt while thrusting, how he would discipline them using the strength of his muscles in bed and how his sweaty balls would slap their skin, how that mighty fists would maul their assets, how that large palm would choke them and so forth. 

He was oozing hyper-masculinity and drenching all the unsatisfied housewives in the area who were into that kind of shit. The cherry on top was that he was a cop, and this combo was enough to make many women weak in their knees.

Indra was aware of that, and that gave him the confidence to pursue Shilpa, but he got rejected and ridiculed by her badly.

 Shilpa was in love with Mahesh, a man she thought killed his first wife to be with her. Indra might be a local sex icon, but for Shilpa, Mahesh's balls were more hung than Indra's due to the daring act Shilpa thought Mahesh committed. In her mind, anybody can train their body, but very few can kill, and fewer even get away with it. She wanted the shrewd criminal, not the lawman.

On the other hand, Indra investigated the death of Rekha, and he knew there was no foul play; there were no big balls in Mahesh's trunk. So Initially, Indra could not understand why a clueless bimbo like Shilpa, who shook her wet titties on the roof daily, was so much in love with Mahesh. Indra knew Shilpa had an affair with Mahesh when he was married, so she got a bad rep already in his book.

Eventually, Mahesh bought Shilpa a Washing Machine. Good for Shilpa but bad for Indra; his occasional peeping during the weekends gets less entertaining. 

Shilpa would still wear no bra just after taking her shower, and her hair would be damp enough to slightly soak her dress, but the washed clothes were not watery enough; thus, no thoroughly drenched dress and no transparent boobs, only her soaked nipples played peek-a-boo with him if he was lucky.

Even that privilege was gone once Mahesh turned their house into a two-storied building.

That itch to bed Shilpa has turned into an allergic rash after Indra gave Mahesh the proposal of being the bull of their marriage, taking advantage of his Ashish conundrum, the bully boss situation.

Mahesh has not accepted that proposition yet, but Indra does not care. (Indra gave that proposal in chap 42.part 1)

Indra was calling Mahesh nonstop like a maniac, and Mahesh was just staring at the screen.

By this time, Mahesh has realized either he has to let Ashish humiliate his wife just like this and eventually go to jail or let Indra take the lead in his sex life and earn promotions by helping Priyanka.

Mahesh did not pick up the calls; instead, he messaged Indra. He has no choice. He needs Indra's illegal videos to send Ashish to jail. He needs those videos fast as Shilpa has come to the office, and now their(Mahesh-Shilpa) identities are about to be revealed at any moment.(Indra-Mahesh plan explained in Chap 42)

#I can't talk.#- Mahesh whatsapps him.

#*dick pic*# - From Indra with a note #You think Shilpa would like the 'big  gun of the law' Mahesh?#

Mahesh cringes, looking at Indra's dick pic, and groans inside **Is this what it comes to now? Do I have to interview dick pics for my wife? Is this how my life gonna be?***
Mahesh has no idea how to respond. Never in his life had he thought he would be facing such a situation- outside, his bully boss is feasting on his wife, and here his neighbor is asking him to rate his dick.

INDRA:

#Why so silent, cucky? I know she will like my dick, the righteous tool of law# Indra's following message forgetting his promise to be a respecting Bull to Mahesh's marriage.

Indra is validating his sudden harsh, offensive behavior towards Mahesh by tapping into past neighborly quarrels---'The time the mechanics unintentionally dropped some concretes inside Indra's boundary while installing A.C. Mahesh refused to clean that up because of the rude way Indra asked him to do that ',---- or 'the time Indra's boundary wall got covered by moss due to the flower plants Shilpa cultivated inside her portion of land,'---or that time Rahul was burning firecrackers nonstop and as a lawman, he was supposed to stop him after a certain hour'- the common neighborly quarrels which actually are a poor excuse to hide neighborly jealousy.' 

Man's inhumanity to man' again finds an excuse.(From Chap 43)

Mahesh rolls his eyes ***The man is in love with his dick!!!! And continue to portray his dick as synonymous with the Law. What is wrong with him?***

A chill spreads throughout his body, reading the word 'cucky.' Mahesh is pretty sure he is not a cuckold as Ashish used to be very fond of Rekha in college, but no cuck fantasy occurred in Mahesh's mind back then. Ashish was not as dashingly handsome as he is now, but still, he was a pretty boy for his age.

Mahesh can't back out now. He falsely admitted to Indra in the security officer station that he is a cuckold husband and Ashish is taking advantage of it. The lie he sold Indra to cover his reasons for murdering the autowala is founded on the false claim that he is a cuckold husband.(Mahesh's narration is in Chap 42)

 He can't alter his story now as Indra and Mahesh killed a man together. Any discrepancy in his story will ruin this shaky partnership and arouse suspicions in Indra's mind. If a man (Indra) was that quick to kill another man for his wife's pussy, Mahesh could only imagine how much quicker he would be in eliminating Mahesh if Indra got a whiff of the treacherous lies in his story. (That incident is from chap 41)

#Yes, I think she will like it# Mahesh cursing inside while typing those words.

#She is a size queen, isn't she?!! Yeah, those pair of big titties need big dick# Indra replies, not holding back. 

Why would he? If Shilpa had just an affair, Indra would not dare to interfere in their Life. Many things have changed socio-economically where they live since the last time Indra flirted with Shilpa 9 years ago.

 One can't tease a sophisticated woman like Shilpa just cause she is having an affair, even if one has a hunch about it.

 But Indra now knows that Shilpa and Mahesh have opened their marriage, living a cuckold lifestyle the way Mahesh permitted Shilpa to go to another man's house every day in broad daylight. That is the first thing Shilpa does each day after waking up; she cucks her husband by visiting another man's house. Indra saw it with his own eyes. 

So why would he get a chance if the marriage is open? He has lost his peak, but he was a heartthrob of women once, and that sort of repeated validation from women stacks up. Those stacked-up sweet ego-boosting memories are unerasable and forever become part of one's confidence.

#What is a size queen?# Mahesh asks via message, dumb folded by the usage of strange sexual lingo.

#You are a cuck and don't know what a size queen is? The women who like big dicks# Indra reply back with annoyance.

Mahesh is clueless about sexual innuendos and terms regarding cuckolding. His knowledge is limited to what Rahul sent him to purposefully poison his mind and what he searched on his own. (Rahul-Chap33)

Mahesh feels disgusted, and his ego-biased brain lets him judge while he is on the verge of pimping his wife out to inspector Indra**Do people really look up these terms? Who got time to make these names? Man meets woman. They have sex. End it there.No need to write a dictionary on it. What's wrong with these people?**

#Yeah, She likes it big# Mahesh reluctantly texts back. Mahesh dies inside typing that cause there is much truth in that text, as he saw with his own eyes Shilpa begging Ashish to mount her with his mammoth cock in the parking lot and now knows she later even let him nut in her pussy.(Chap 40 & Chap 42)

#You can't satisfy Shilpa, can you cucky? She does not like your dick anymore, isn't that the truth, cucky?# Indra replies immediately. Mahesh is a cuck husband in Indra's mind, and he should be enjoying this sort of smack-talking.

Whatever Mahesh searched on the internet, he got the idea that humiliation is an aspect of cuckolding. He has no idea that he can opt out of the humiliation part. The whole thing seems bizarre to him.

#You got a tiny dick, don't you cucky? You and Shilpa don't need to worry about it anymore. I will take care of your marriage.# Indra hurriedly texts with more trash talking after getting no reply from Mahesh.

About his dick, Mahesh is puzzled. He can't get hard anymore. He tried to masturbate in the morning to release his frustration, but he could not get it up. He has no idea Rahul is drugging him with finasteride and making him suffer erectile dysfunctionality.(Explained Chap 31)

# Don't need to be shy about your tiny dick, cucky. Did you talk to Shilpa rani? Our sexy cuckqueen.# Indra gets to the important bit.
This time Mahesh reply 

#Yes, I have.She is feeling shy, though.# He keeps the bait of his wife's pussy alive. He needs to.

Indra felt Shilpa might say that judging how skittish she behaved last night, he accidentally caught her wearing that skimpy transparent frock with a hotwife-slut chain around her tiny hip and a butt plug shoved inside her ass. (Indra witnessed that in Chap 35)

#We can start slow. Ask her to wear a similar short lengthed dress and drop something on the floor while I am at your house. I think this time she will feel different. She likes to show off her big butt to her bulls, does not she cucky?# Indra sleazily suggests and adds a captioned pic to titillate the cuck husband's (Mahesh's) imagination.

Mahesh gulps, looking at the picture and reading the caption: Dare for her-accidentally drop something, so you can flash your ass to a neighbor.'

#Yes. I can ask her to do that. I would very much like her to do that in front of you, Indra.# Mahesh tangles himself further inside the quagmire of cuckolding. 






#I know you will like it, Mahesh ....and Shilpa will love it, too.# Indra is pleased with Mahesh's response and adds another gif.

Mahesh shivers looking at the gif. An agape mouth woman with a flushed face lying on the couch and a man spooning her from the side, sliding his cock in 'n out of her pussy while rubbing her clit. Another man is holding the married woman's hand while sitting on a separate couch beside her. Clearly, this is the supportive cuck husband; he even got a stupid smile on his face.

***Is this gonna be my future?*** Mahesh burns in humiliation but sees no way out of this inevitability.







Getting no reply from Mahesh, Indra assumes his cuck neighbor is flabbergasted by his cuck fantasy and taunts him 
#This is what you think about day and night, don't you, cucky? This is what you desire the most. This is what makes you feel alive. You want it to happen. You need this in your life. Admit it, cucky#

Mahesh looks at the previous gif and embarrasses himself further

#Yes Indra this is what I deeply want. I want Shilpa to get pleasured like that woman #

#That woman is Shilpa. Yes, whatever pics I send you, you need to imagine the women as Shilpa and the bull as me. Understand cucky? You cucks shake your dicks fantasizing things. You people live in your head. You can do this. Say it...Saaaaayyy it..Say 'that is Shilpa, and that is me'..saay it cucky#

Indra rouses him further.

At precise time ego crushing moanings of Shilpa starts to come from the office room outside, defeating the wooshing of water from the faucet.

Every inch of Mahesh feels that humiliation. Blood rises to his head in anger. His bully boss is making his wife moan like a harpy right now.
But he can do nothing at this moment to stop it.

Instead, his trembling fingers type :
#Yes Indra, that is Shilpa. You are pleasuring her good. I can feel how much she likes the way she is clutching my hand.# Mahesh slowly embraces his cuck-husband role.

Indra sends him another captioned pic with the text :

#But One time will not be enough for your wife. Is it cucky? She will like it so much that she will ask you for another cuckolding session. You know that cucky don't you? You know in your heart that I am better than you, and Shilpa will know it. You will also be dying for another session, cucky, would not you? What will you say to her?#

The picture that Indra sent is of a big-breasted woman, and the caption says: Babe, may our neighbor fuck me again Today?

Outside, Shilpa's moan is loudening. Clearly, Ashish is giving Shilpa another orgasm, and Mahesh knows that is true in his heart. Ashish has a way of making Shilpa cum over and over again. He has encountered that phenomenon before.

Like a defeated and dishonored warrior, Mahesh types to Indra 

#I will give her permission to have sex with you, Indra. I will say 'Yes' #



Like Shilpa's ecstatic moaning, Indra's harassment of Mahesh only escalates.

He texts Mahesh :
#After the second time, she will understand how much of a big cuck you are, Mahesh. I will visit your house when you are at work. Can you stop me, cucky? You know, Shilpa, at that point, could not. She will give in to my persuasion and let me have her behind your back. She loves to have sex with her bulls behind your back, does not she?# 

For his own benefit, Indra provokes Mahesh by reminding him of how Shilpa went on a lunch date with Ashish without informing Mahesh and even agreed to let Ashish fuck her in the parking lot.

Indra adds a new gif with his pic.

Mahesh swallows his ego while watching the captioned gif: You are at work, and your wife just gave into your persuasive neighbor.

Listening to Shilpa's real-time delirious screams coming from the room, Mahesh describes the gif, exhaling sighs of regret #Indra, You are fucking my Shilpa good from behind. You two look very intimate, and she seems to like the way you grabbing her hair#

Charged up, Indra fires his next text :

# That's right, cucky. We will have sweaty chemistry, and she will like my domination. That's what she is into, isn't she? Rough stuff. After fucking me behind your back, she is gonna leak all day thinking about me, and next time she will call me on her own. That's what you want, cucky, don't you? You want me to take over your sex life.#

He adds another captioned pic: Your wife called the neighbor while you were at work. Looks like he fixed the leak.

Meanwhile, Mahesh has lost count of how many times Ashish has made Shilpa cum. Her high-pitched bliss is achieving new octane with each passing minute.

Mahesh stood like an idiot of his own making and type to appease Indra in response to the pic where a guy is prone-boning a woman.

#You are stretching my wife's pussy good, Indra.#







Brimming with joy, Indra types back :
#You bet I am. I will turn her married pussy into a fucked up cunt. She will be addicted to that. Now she will ride my dick on your marital bed after you leave for work. Can you stop me from fucking your wife's brain out in your bedroom cucky?I am gonna cum all over her sexy body.I will turn her into my cumdump#

He adds two gifs.

Mahesh is feeling dizzy. He is in no way prepared to tackle this kind of dual humiliation. Outside, his bully boss has turned his wife into a lusty creature moaning into an animalistic passion and inside, his neighbor is describing his future cuck-life using language worse than a sailor's foul tongue.
Mahesh reads the latest captioned pics.

First gif in which, On a bed, an enthusiastic woman humping a guy staying on top. This is supposed to be his marital bed, and Indra is gonna use Shilpa's thighs just like that to make her grind her pussy back and forth on his dick.

The caption says: Your wife has been banging the neighbor after you leave for work.

The next pic is of a woman whose upper torso is covered with thick ropes of semen, and she is looking at the bull with appreciative jovial eyes and an agape mouth holding his still erect cock.

The caption says: After fucking her brain's out, you shoot your load all over your neighbor's wife.

Mahesh hears the word 'cumming' uttered in a shrill voice outside the washroom. Horror grips his heart and crushes it with excruciating fear and pain.

His helpless eyes look upon the gifs and captions. He knows some of these are bound to happen. These are just alternate realities.

His robotic fingers type to Indra, his wife's future bull :

#Yes Indra.I want you to fuck my wife in our bedroom, on our bed.#







Indra writes back :
 #She will be addicted to my dick. She will play it risky. She will start to spend time with me just an hour before you come home. She will want you to smell me upon her, desperate to tell you that I am better than you.
 Soon I will start to leave my loads in her married cunt, a warm homecoming gift for you. That's what you want, don't you cucky? Clean your wife's fucked up soppy cunt of my semen.
 She will not tell you what you are eating from her pussy, and neither will you!! But she will know just like you that you have turned into a bull cum eating sissy. One day, you will come home and find I am banging your heated wife on your bed like an animal. What will you do, cucky? Will you have the balls to stop us?#


Mahesh does not have the balls to stop Ashish right now. Outside one orgasm of Shilpa blending into another.

Indra has sent three more gifs with captions.

Pic 1: A overtly cheerful woman is about to give a blowjob while kneeling in the kitchen, holding an erect cock. The bull's cock almost smacked the married woman's face.

Caption: Your wife did not care you would be home in an hour. She will still suck every drop of your neighbor's cock till you get home.



Mahesh feels a knot in his belly, thinking *Is this how gonna my Shilpa forget about making dinner for me after getting addicted to Indra's cock? Indra's meat in our Kitchen. Shilpa serving him with such enthusiasm instead of taking care of our family...God what am I getting into?...what the hell I am thinking?*



Pic 2: A woman reminiscing the blissful sex she just had with closing her eyes. She looks satisfied. She is touching her lips as if she feels wicked for enjoying the raunchy deed; her wedding ring is on display. She is leaning against a couch, her thighs are spread, a big dollop of thick cum dribbling out of her freshly ravished pussy.

Caption: How would you like to come home to this knowing your neighbor just left?

Mahesh shivers looking at this pic. He encountered this scenario just a while ago. Instead of his neighbor, his bully boss's cum was seeping out of Shilpa's pussy.

Pic 3: A woman is roughly getting fucked in the doggy style.Seems like the woman is lost in the act and has forgotten all about the world.

Caption: You will never forget the moment when you got home and saw your wife being wildly fucked by your neighbor.

Outside, Shilpa's multiple O's rising to a crescendo and making Mahesh imagine these women in the pics as Shilpa herself, just like Indra wanted him to.

Living the nightmare, Mahesh's frigid hand types # I can't stop you, Indra. I Can't Stop Shilpa either.#





Indra quickly replies # That's right, cucky you can't. You can't match the passion. You know it. That is what you want to feel, cucky, don't you? You get hard when other men lust upon your wife. You want your wife to get the best possible sexual pleasure she can get, and I am the best of the best. 

You want to test your wife's love for you. You want to separate her heart from the needs of her pussy. You want her to emotionally hurt you. That's what you crave deep inside. Then you want to claim her back by putting your dicklet inside her destroyed pussy. You want her to restore your crushed masculinity afterward.#

Mahesh feels bitter reading that. **There are philosophies behind this? Who came up with these ideas? Probably cuck husbands to repair their dignity while listening to their whore wives getting pounded by their bulls.**

The problem is Mahesh knows he is getting cucked by Ashish right now, and to stop that, He will need Indra cuck him in the future. Probably tonight. He is afraid he will have to embrace some of these philosophies to endure those moments of humiliation.

He can't even turn it into a threesome session, making this whole thing with Indra an event of wife sharing. Right now, he is suffering from erectile dysfunction. Being a voyeur, being a pretending cuck, is the only way for him.

With a broken spirit, Mahesh predicts his cuck future to Indra, turning himself into a cuck poet:
 #Yes Indra, you are right. I want her to love me beyond the pleasure of the flesh. I want to know that we love each other's souls. That is more important to me. I want to mate with her in the emotional realm. I want our relationship to evolve into something more beautiful and meaningful than just the vagina and penis. Sex is just a bodily craving that lets us connect with our base animal self.#

Mahesh is surprised that he came up with this bullshit, bullshit that he does not believe in.

Indra yawns reading that, but this line of thinking from Mahesh works in his favor. He is kind of surprised that his neighbor thinks this stuff. He never guessed Mahesh could be capable of this type of thinking.

He asserts his dominance, though :
#Yeah, but your wife can't escape the animal hunger, does she? Neither can you. I will make you send your wife to my house wearing slutty dress. She will sneak out from the back door when nobody is in my house. I will fuck her against my bedroom window and make you watch while you jerk off sitting in your house. Both of your souls will look into each other while my dick wrecks her married cunt#

He mocks Mahesh and sends two more captioned gifs. Indra finds it extremely funny while typing the word 'soul.'

Pic 1: A hesitant woman wearing only her panty looking at her neighbor's house, bracing her naked boobs with one arm. She appears eager, feeling the thrill of going to her neighbor like this but confused about whether it would be a wise idea. The look on her face and how she is biting her lips with her teeth say she will eventually go over to the neighbor's house, overcoming her mental wrestling.

Caption: I'm really nervous, Babe! Are you sure you want me to go topless around our neighbors?

Mahesh feels that if this bull-hotwife arrangement with Indra works out as Indra is planning and Shilpa likes having sex with Indra, she might do this, considering his wife always likes to tease. He can still remember how she showed off her cleavage provoking everyone the other day on the street when he was dropping her off near Ashish's complex. (Happened in chap 16)

But there was always the assurance that she only likes to entice but not let others take a bite. He has seen it before. Her kink is to entice men, and if anybody approaches her, she shuts them down very rudely. He asked her once, and she told him she gets a power trip by doing that.

Gif 2: A husband watches his wife getting fucked from behind in a standing position against a window.

Mahesh can't protest any of it despite knowing how dangerous these fantasies of Indra are. He needs those videos from him to trap Ashish.

Outside, Shilpa has become quiet.No sound is coming. Mahesh bitterly assumes Ashish has filled her pussy up once more and taking a break.

That does not give Mahesh any relief. Those sounds he heard are forever gonna haunt his memory. As long as he lives, he will painfully remember how his enemy destroyed his wife's pussy after caging him inside a washroom unless he destroys Ashish and becomes reborn as a triumphant man.

So he starts writing to Indra in the hope of that victory :

#I would love that Indra. That is so erotic watching her at your house. Seeing her through my bedroom window. A fantasy comes true. It feels like our souls communicating with each other through silence. The language of pure love getting spoken with our eyes.#




On the receiving end, Indra chokes on the cup of tea he was drinking, almost bursting out in laughter while reading his new 'cuck poet' neighbor.

Indra thinks he is nailing the role of a bull, as his assumption is based upon the false fact that Mahesh is a natural cuck who likes this kind of sexual fantasy.

He grows bolder and demands through text  :
#Next, I will fuck your whore wife's ass. She likes to be called dirty names, does not she? I saw the hotwife-slut chain around her ass Yesterday. You want to turn me your wife into a proper whore don't you cucky? That is your secret dream.Saay it. Admit that you want me to turn her into anal loving whore.#

Along with that massage came a captioned pic which sank Mahesh's heart. By now, he has really started to treat these women as Shilpa.

The pic is of a face-down ass-up woman spreading her bubble butt, keeping her legs separated balancing her weight on her knees. Her glossy voluminous ass globes are smeared with her bull's jizz.

The caption says: Fucking your neighbor's wife in the ass was never something you got tired of doing.

Sinking deep into the rabbit hole of cuckolding, Mahesh feels dizzy imagining Indra ramming his dick inside Shilpa's apple bottom.

He did not have to imagine much. Getting no fast reply from him. Indra sends a new text with a gif.

The gif is of a thick-butted woman who is getting mounted by her bull in the bed from behind.

The caption says: Your wife, Your bed, Your friend, Your view.

Indra's message says :
# I am your friend, am I not Mahesh? Was not I a friend in need?#

Indicating the murder of the autowala, Indra has helped him to cover up and will execute two more drug peddlers tonight to close the case putting the blame of the murder charge on these two thugs who have no connection whatsoever with the autowala's case.

By now, Mahesh had realized Indra had purposefully created or downloaded these captioned gifs to give a pictorial presentation when Mahesh was not picking up his phone. Mahesh has no doubt that Indra has more such captioned gifs on his phone to stimulate the nonexistent cuck itch Indra thinks exists within him.





At this very juncture, Mahesh heard a bang on the door. "Open the door, Mahesh."(continuation of events from Chap 43 part 2)
Ashish orders from outside.

Mahesh hurriedly puts his phone in his pocket, stops the faucet and opens the door after putting the bin in its place.

Ashish thought he would storm inside and straight up start beating Mahesh for making the love of his life, Shilpa, go through all the horrendous sexual encounters she did not like.
Man's inhumanity to man always finds a reason. This time it came as a knight in shining armor to restore and protect his lady-love.

He storms in. He closes the door, but he halts seeing Mahesh smiling.

Mahesh's presupposition about Indra was getting shattered a while ago.

Watching Mahesh grin, it is Ashish's turn to discard his presuppositions about Mahesh.

Mahesh starts speaking immediately,"Listen, bro, about earlier. I had to act. You see, I am Shilpa's neighbor. Her husband is my friend. It would have been awkward when she would tell my friend, her husband, that I did nothing when you were about to have sex with her. So I was putting up a show." Mahesh blatantly lies, wearing his sleazy smile. (event happened in Chap 42)

Ashish is amused and surprised by the audacity of Mahesh. Even now, when Mahesh's back is pressed against a wall, he does not admit that he is Shilpa's real husband and shows no sign of asking for forgiveness by confessing whatever awful he planned to ruin him(Ashish).

"I see." Ashish plays along. He is stark naked. He starts walking towards the washroom counter.

Mahesh peeks at his swindling junk. It is huge. It is like a weapon. A destructive tool to massacre pussies by pleasure and pain. Mahesh has no idea how Shilpa takes that beast inside her. He assumes it must split her apart.

"Very clever of you, Mahesh." Ashish grins back, standing infront of the wall-size mirror and frames, "Yeah, I am also sorry about how I treated you back there. You know I always felt an inferiority complex towards you."

Mahesh feigns a shock, "I give you complex?"

Ashish throws a glance at him standing side-faced, "Yeah. You know about the whole Rekha thing. She chose you, and it crushed my ego forever. I know that you are a  better man than me. I was afraid that that whore (Shilpa) out there would choose you over me. I acted like a coward back there."

Ashish provokes Mahesh by calling Shilpa a 'whore'. Now that he knows Mahesh is Shilpa's husband.

Mahesh feels the pain. A while ago, Indra called Shilpa a whore. Now Ashish is calling her a whore. He himself called her a whore over the phone couple of hours ago.
Mahesh laughs though and  points  towards his dick," Bro, you are packing an anaconda between your legs and afraid that 'whore' out there will pick me over you?"

Ashish makes a face, "Duh!!! Mahesh, you are in the corporate world. The market always tells the truth. Look at the market. Men buy sex dolls and flashlight pussies, and women buy small sex toys for orgasms. Those toys women buy do not even always look like dicks!!! What does that tell you about what women want? Men are visual creatures. We need a feminine body, but women need more than a body. In fact, the market is saying they don't even care for a body much."

Ashish purposefully confuses Mahesh making him think Shilpa is attracted to him not cause of his physical attributes.

Mahesh feels a little bit good. He is not a handsome man like Ashish, but growing up in a joint family, he knew what women like to hear most. That's how he has attracted women and even married two beautiful ladies like, Rekha and Shilpa.


Mahesh disagrees, though, maintaining his jovial countenance, "You are modest, Bro..You are a hot stud..I can see why the whore behaves like a whore around you."
Ashish lightly slaps his magnificent face in the mirror and states, "She is not being a cock hungry whore Mahesh. She is a hypergamous whore."

Mahesh frowns, "Hypergamous?"

Ashish slaps the other cheek admiring his own face, "Yeah, women who like to go out with men who got higher social status than her...In a nutshell, she is a gold-digging whore."

Mahesh pales. He knows Shilpa likes nice things, and he was just accusing her the other day about it.(From Chap 28,pt 1)

"You are wrong." Mahesh laughs again but is not much confident this time.

Ashish smirks, "Yesterday, I bought her some dress. That whore agreed to mount dildos on her bathroom wall, and we had a nice video session. She called herself my personal pornstar."   (From Chap 34)

Mahesh gulps. He knows that is true, and Ashish knows he only needs to tell the truth with a spin.

He continues, "Today, I took her to a fancy restaurant, and that filthy whore agreed to have sex with me in the damn parking lot. Before that, I made her wear her panty on her face promising her to buy the priciest dish there. That shameless whore did it. She wore her panty on her whore face and sat there infront of a restaurant full of people, like what you expect from a public whore." (Chap 39)

Another series of truths but narrated in a way that entirely changes how those events actually occurred. 

Now Ashish is laughing and insulting Mahesh's wife to his face.

Mahesh gorges his pride, thinking **Is this what this is? Shilpa got seduced for his money?**

 That only makes him more determined to earn promotions in a crooked way by helping C.E.O. Priyanka. Initially, his plan was to get those by blackmailing Ashish, but he now knows he needs to remove Ashish from his life entirely.

Ashish squats down and opens a cabinet beside the washroom counter to get a towel.

Mahesh can't help but notice how offensively his cock is hanging in this position along with his tennis size balls. 

One thing he is happy about is that that cock is dry, which means Ashish was not fucking his wife. Still, he gave Shilpa many orgasms that made Mahesh embrace the theory that Shilpa might be attracted to Ashish cause of his money more than his physical attributes.

Mahesh concurs with Ashish, "You might be right about that. She was..."

Ashish does not let him finish, "Might be right? Bro, She was crying after I sent you inside the washroom. She told me I am a misogynistic pig for making her naked in front of you. Then I told her I was gonna buy her a custom-made new hip chain. The hotwife-slut steel chain she is wearing...yeah, like that one. 
Instead, I said it would be pure gold, but the engraved words would be 'Cheap-whore'. Her crying stopped, and look."

Ashish held his hand up, "She could not stop cumming like gold-digging whore she is after I made that offer."

Mahesh looks away in agony and struggles to maintain a smile, "Yeah, dude, I got it..."

Ashish smirks at his reaction. His palm and his wrist are coated with Shilpa's dried nectar.

He smells it, forcefully inhaling that feminine musk, "Ahhhh...but you know what, that pussy is good...thanks, bro, for appointing her as my maid. Her cunt is tight; it grips well, it is always wet...I mean, you are aware of that, right?.. You were her bull...you know how heavenly her pussy is, and she likes to fuck...yeah, she loves sex."

Mahesh forcefully grins, his face getting red in humiliation, "Yeah ...She loves sex...I think she played me, you know. I think she used me to get this maid job 'cause she does not want to fuck me anymore after she got this job. She has landed a whale-You."

Ashish shrugs, "Come on, man!! You are a playa!! Deepti was saying in front of you the other day you got a beautiful wife...you know the rules of the hook-up games...You can't trust these gold-digging whores...That whore out there is a side hustle for a married man like you...mad respect, though !!! You played the game well as a married man !!!! ... I am keeping her around 'cause she is a natural squirter".

He throws the towel in the air and catches it, "That's why I need this towel. That whore makes a great amount of mess. I will make her squirt for some more days, then move on to the next pussy. Smash and move on, bro, my philosophy. Never settle."

That gives great relief to Mahesh, knowing Ashish is not reciprocating whatever lust Shilpa has for him; he is looking for a temporary hook-up.

Then again, this 'temporary phase' will be painful for Mahesh as Ashish just said on his face that he is about to fuck Shilpa.

Ashish knows Mahesh is stalling. Ashish is well aware Mahesh can't go out of this office room. Otherwise, everyone outside will think Ashish is fucking Shilpa. Mahesh needs to stay here, and Ashish needs him here to keep his future wife's dignity intact.


Mahesh nods and tries to manipulate Ashish, "Yeah, you are right, and I don't blame her. She is what she is. She is doing it for her self-interest. You always said that you are a hardcore capitalist, and the guy you frequently quote, what is his name, "Adam eve?"

Ashish snickers, "Adam Smith. The father of modern economics. It is not from the benevolence of the butcher...."(This tendency of Ashish was mentioned in Chap 26 part 1)

Mahesh chimes in and finishes it, surprising Ashish, "It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own self-interest. We address ourselves not to their humanity but to their self-love and never talk to them of our own necessities but of their advantages....Nobody but a beggar chooses to depend chiefly upon the benevolence of his fellow-citizens."

Ashish is genuinely impressed by the fact that he got the quote right and how far Mahesh would go to manipulate him.

**How did I not see this before? I knew he was clever, but I had no idea that he was this cunning**

"I would clap, but I got this towel!!! But Bravo, Mahesh !!! You nailed what the 'father of modern capitalism' said.." Ashish gives him an appreciative look.


Mahesh grins broadly, "Yeah, you said it so many times I just know it by heart. I agree with that guy. When all the people work on their self-interest , the whole society benefits, and we all prosper as a country."

Ashish agrees wholeheartedly,"A farmer does not produce crops to feed the entire society. He does it to feed his family and sell the rest in the market to support his family financially. He cultivates crops out of self-interest, not out of his goodwill, to take care of the people in society, but that does not make him a bad person. In fact, by taking care of himself, he is indirectly helping society."


Mahesh spins his dice carefully, "Self-interest is the key. We eventually spread universal love by loving ourselves and addressing our needs."

Ashish curls his lips upwards, admiring him, "Yeah, that is upon which the entire world is standing. The capitalist world. I like Adam Smith. He spoke common sense. He basically said we need to stop making everything about 'Humanity,' 'morality' and let's get realistic about how the world works and what people really are....what they want..what they need."

Mahesh threw the bait. Now it is time to reel it in.

He leads Ashish to see things from a certain angle, "So you can see sometimes people do dumb shits to satisfy their self-interest. A guy like you who agrees with that principle should understand an ambitious person's compulsive actions to fulfill her self-interest."

Ashish discerns where it is going. Mahesh is beating the bushes and prepping him up to forgive him(Mahesh) for trying to weave a conspiratorial web around him. 

Ashish cognizes that Mahesh is utilizing the philosophy Ashish believes in to save himself, and Mahesh is exploiting Shilpa's 'gold-digging whore' persona, which Ashish put in his head as an example to justify his criminal deeds.

Ashish comes forward, sauntering, "Yes, you are right. It is human nature."

Mahesh intentionally appears grief-stricken in agreement, "Yes, it is. We should empathize with that and learn to forgive people for attaining a better version of ourselves. I think we should end this silly rivalry between us. Let's be bros again, bro. What say you?!"

Mahesh extends a hand, urging Ashish to shake it with a sad expression on his face as if their friendship means everything to him.

Ashish notices his doleful expression and gets stunned ** Motherfucker !!! He is using the 'frontalis muscles' to appear sad**

Ashish had hooked up with some guys from the VLSI domain in college to make a face recognition app project. Their job was to gather around all the students they could find on the campus and make them sit in front of a camera. Those students have to give sad, happy, angry etc. expressions. They literally have to beg people to participate in that project. During that time, he got acquainted with the workings of various facial muscles, and the contraction of the frontalis muscles indicates faking sadness.

**How did I miss this con artist living right under my nose all these years**

cartesian approach is useful sometimes.

Ashish accepts Mahesh's hand, gripping it lightly, "I agree. We should acknowledge we are humans. We are flawed but yeah, *chuckling*, 'bros before hoes.'"

Mahesh smiles gleefully. His plan is working. He has managed to mellow down Ashish's temper towards him.

At that moment, Mahesh sees a new way out, a clean chit from the man he tried to destroy.

Mahesh enthusiastically shakes his hand and says in a concerning tone, "That's right, bro. Wear some condoms. You never know how these gold-digging whores might trap you. Better stop fucking her altogether. It is time you marry some good woman."


Ashish ignores him and his eyes blaze while shaking Mahesh's hand," However, Adam Smith was not entirely right about self-interest. John Nash proved him wrong with his 'game theory' and won the Nobel prize in 1994."

And he suddenly presses Mahesh's grip with a bone-crushing force out of the blue, making Mahesh squeal in pain.

Ashish continues watching his confused enemy writhing in agonizing pain, and he grits his teeth, stating, "You see Mahesh, not always self-interest of one leads to the total welfare of the society."

Mahesh contorts his face and struggles to get out of that steel grip, but Ashish seizes his palm with herculean force and pulls Mahesh towards him while spitting words between his teeth, "Sometimes the growth of one individual hinders the growth of the entire society. 'The Nash equilibrium' must be obtained for optimal outcome."

He lets Mahesh go, and Mahesh slowly drops to the floor, bitching in pain.
"I think....oh...man...you broke my hand." Mahesh feels dazed; he did not expect this at all.

Ashish looks at him from above, with visible disgust on his face, "No, I did not. Just brotherly love. You know the type of one you showed when we shook our hands earlier. Excuse me now, I got a whore to fuck. Clean up this washroom, please."

Ashish makes it seem as if this sudden rage against Mahesh is rendered because earlier, Mahesh was trying to exert dominance in front of Shilpa by unnecessarily mauling Ashish's hand, engaging in a pissing contest to win Shilpa's reverence.     (Happened in Chap 42 pt 2)

Ashish needed an excuse to keep Mahesh inside the washroom. After having a hearty conversation, it would not make sense to keep him here. Indirectly He did Mahesh a favor for both of their self-interests.

Ashish gets out of the washroom quickly with a complete hard-on.

Mahesh looks at his bruised hand and takes out his phone in anger. Indra has been sending him several texts and pics. Mahesh does not look at them. He replied on whatsapp based on the last captioned gif he saw.

#Yes Indra. You are my friend. You are a true friend. I will beg you to fuck my whore wife in the ass on my bed. I want that cuck's view. You will have Shilpa tonight.#

Mahesh embraces his cuck husband's role to destroy Ashish by choosing Indra as Shilpa's bull.

Inside he justifies, and his presuppositions about Shilpa crumbles ***Shilpa is having sex with Ashish. Indra is just another dick to secure our future !! She can take it.
Rekha gave Shilpa a job in her beauty parlor. Shilpa played kid games with her kid(Rahul). Rekha trusted her and let Shilpa into her family. Then she fucked her husband(Mahesh), in Rekha's own shop. 
Isn't that definition of a 'whore' from the women folk's perspective? We often define the term 'whore' from a male perspective judging women for cheating on their husbands and forgetting there is another version of it. Maybe Indra and Ashish are right....She is a whore. I married a whore did not I?.***


Indra replies back #Excellect cucky. Excellent !!! Tonight I will change your marriage forever#

Mahesh is fuming in anger at Ashish. Sitting on the washroom floor, Mahesh speculates ** Indra can not shit where he lives. Shilpa needs to have sex with  Indra a couple of times before and after getting those illegal videos from Indra to send Ashish to jail. After that, Shilpa just can stop the sexual arrangement by giving any excuse. She needs to cry sometimes to dissuade Indra. Indra can not have Shilpa without her consent. He can't create a ruckus just beside his house. He got an appearance to maintain. All Shilpa and I need to do is to let Indra have his fun for some time and end his fun once our self-interests are fulfilled.**

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Mahesh's self-interest has caused the death of one person already(autowala), another (Harsh) lost his family--- black money was used to shut the mouth of Harsh's wife---- another woman got ra**ped(Shilpa), which triggered 'vigilantism' from Ashish and Mr.Gilani----- a medically certified mentally ill person (Rahul) got dragged into this mess and start using legal medicines for nefarious purposes. 

Two more people are going to die tonight at Indra's hand to cover up autowala's murder.

 The moneymaking idea Mahesh gave C.E.O. Priyanka to ruin Ashish's career will cause thousands of shareholders to lose money. Furthermore, he is willing to use illegal videos to reach his goals; those videos are illegal for a reason. (Mahesh-Priyanka plan explained in Chap 37)

 His self-interest is creating havoc in society.

The 'Game theory' mathematician John Nash used to explain Adam Smith's shortcomings about self-interest to psychology students is known as 'Prisoner's Dilemma', which was developed to mitigate the cold war situation between U.S.A. and USSR in the 1950s.

Looking at Today's Ukraine-Russia situation seems like nothing has changed.

Prisoner's Dilemma: Catch two prisoners. Keep them in separate rooms and don't let them communicate with themselves. In this paradox, two rational individuals acting in self-interest do not produce the optimal outcome. 

Precisely the situation Ashish has created for Mahesh and Shilpa. He created it unknowingly, but now he recognizes the classic situation, as 'Prisoner's dilemma' and iterated P.D. are often used in the corporate world. From politics to advertising to employee salaries, P.D. gets used in many places.
The critical point of P.D. is 'What is socially optimal is not individually optimal.'
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In Mahesh-Shilpa P.D., Shilpa is thinking about her own future with Ashish at the expanse of Mahesh.

Mahesh, on the other hand, thinks about his prosperity at the expanse of his wife's dignity by pimping her out to Indra. 

The problem is that P.D. is a game of coordination, but Ashish is not letting Mahesh coordinate with Shilpa, and Mahesh can not correctly implement the 'Tit-for-Tat' algorithm, which is a necessary strategy to break this P.D.

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After Ashish disappeared inside the washroom, Shilpa sat on the couch, leaning against the backrest.Her gaze was locked on the washroom door. 



She is afraid of what might happen between her lover and husband but is also immensely turned on. Her lover's perverse way of stealing her from her husband makes her nipples tighten and tingle.

The clock ticks above her head on the wall and her imaginations about Ashish bullying her dangerous, murderous husband inside the washroom run wild.

A thrill spirals down her spine, and she squirms on the couch. She feels an untameable urge to touch her pussy.

Time flows slowly, and so does her married slit. It slowly drips out the juices of her fantasy. A warm glow rises, and the ache inside her pussy becomes unbearable.

Shilpa's hand slithers down her body and finds her weeping pussy between her legs.

She hesitates, gently rubbing her soaked mound. She sighs and gasps, amazed by how turned on she is. She feels wicked for bearing such ill thoughts about her husband, but her two fingers slide inside her drenched pussy. She mewls. Her pussy welcomes her slender fingers with clenches.

Then she hears Mahesh's agonizing scream.

Instead of getting concerned, Shilpa bites her lips and increases the pace of her fingering. All she could do was grip her pussy around her crooked fingers. She knows this is wrong, but she loves this heated obscenity, and so does her shameless pussy.

When Ashish came out of the washroom, she was already rolling her eyes in intense sensations flowing throughout her body;her other hand was fondling her boobs and her toes  were curling inwards.




A moment of pause. Two lovers examine each other. He is hard, his elongated cock is hanging, painfully bearing the burden of his arousal, and She is soppy wet, flushing her body with excitement. 

Shilpa immediately withdraws her fingers from her swelled-up pussy out of sheer guilt.

A sly smirk appears on Ashish's lips, and he strolls toward her.

Shilpa's voice trembles as she speaks, looking fearfully at him,"It is not what you think."

Her thighs are still parted. Ashish looks at her from above and pushes two fingers inside her saturated pussy with ease.

Shilpa moans,"Ahhhh..." but lies, "I was not...ahhhh..." her needy lusty cunt pulls his inspecting fingers deep in her heat. 

Her pussy aches in dark thoughts noticing the reddened plam of her lover's hand. He is using the same hand, which just made her husband squeal like a bitch to explore her molten betrayal. 
Shilpa's mind gets shattered, Ashish's balls now become literally and figuratively more hung than her husband for her, and she wants the seed from those hung balls inside her womb. 'Baby fever' swallows her mind again.

Ashish dips his fingers in that twitching overflowing hole; he can feel the ass plug inside her anal cavity while grazing his fingers along her thin pussy wall.

He states in a lover's low pitch voice, watching her needy eyes and listening to her musical moans, "I get it. You like it when I bully him 'cause we hate each other, and we were friends once. Your pussy likes to weep for that tragedy."

Shilpa sobs buckling her hips,"No...ohhhhhh.." an orgasm crashes her body, and she lies,"Nooooo...not...ufffff...true....ahhhhhh"
 
Ashish declares, whispering, "It is alright. You are fucked up.I am also a fucked up person. Let's do some fucked up shit." and his fingers continue to make Shilpa throb in intense sensation as the orgasmic nectars pulses out of her pussy. She writhes, clutching her own swelled-up tits.

Shilpa looks away, still lying, "Noooo......it feeels sooo...noo....ahhhh." and feeling sheer guilt for harboring such fantasy while her hips dance in the air following the movements of her lover's fingers inside her fluttering pussy.

Ashish withdraws his fingers. Sticky cuntal juices stringing from those.

"Look at me ." He demands, and Shilpa does.

She stares at him with her glassy eyes, asking for forgiveness from her future husband.

"Live, don't just survive in fear," Ashish utters and kisses her pussy lips with utter ferocity, grabbing her tiny, helically twisting waist.

Shilpa arches her body, moaning softly. Before she knew what was happening, he pulled her entire body up in the air as if she were weightless.

Shilpa gasps in shock, and holding her waist, he places her leaking pussy over his mouth. 

He is standing on the floor, supporting her body by cupping her thick ass globes, and she is sitting above his mouth, feeding him her liquid desires.

 He munches on her throbbing clit, making Shilpa face the washroom door directly. He makes her pussy spasm putting her in an utterly helpless position, boasting his masculine strength while forcing her to feel the shame of defiling her marriage by holding her in a fixed position in the air from where she can imagine if the washroom door wasn't there, she and Mahesh would be staring at each other right now.

Soon, the room is filled with her high notes, her mind is awash, goosebumps rising 'n dying, and her worries are forgotten.

smack!!!

Ashish slaps her ass with the same hand he abused Mahesh, and Shilpa lewdly approves,"You are....oofffff....so bad."

Ashish chuckles from below on her doused pussy.

Smack!!!

"Unhhhhhh.." Shilpa's horny reaction followed, enjoying the sting on her ass flesh as she held onto his shoulders to balance.

Ashish dips his nose and lips into the scent of her trembling arousal, sucking her entire vulva while looking at her ecstatic face from below.




Shilpa dances in the air, twisting her hips, caressing her lover's hairs and blasting into a series of thigh-shaking orgasms shaming her marriage. She rides his face grinding her pussy, she rides for pleasure, she rides for her kinky fantasy, she rides for her lover's victory, she rides to live her life again.

smack!! Smack!!! smack!!!

Inside the washroom, an abused Mahesh crawls away from the door getting away from the carnal animalistic moans his wife is now producing. He gets settled inside the shower cubicle. 

The whole situation becomes a matter of LIPS -Ashish using his greedy persistent lips to smooch Shilpa's engorged silken wet nether lips, while her upper lips constantly announce the triumph of her lover with lewd moans and inside the washroom is another LIP-'the least important person' in her life right now, her husband. 


They are prisoners of their dreams, prisoners of their ambitions, prisoners of their kinks, prisoners of deeds, prisoners of their ego, prisoners of their past, prisoners for their love, prisoners for their hate, prisoners for their future... prisoners searching for freedom. The more they search for it, the more cages surround them.

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sssuppprrrr,,,, love from Bangladesh

Thanks, bro and May our Tigers live long. Yeah yeah  I know they kill many people in that area, but I like all sorts of cats- big and small. I dedicated a chapter to them- Chapter 27  

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Cop taking cuck lesson to criminal. Good one

It sounds hilarious when you put it that way. 

Thanks.

The novel was meant to be funny and everyone in the novel is shady. 

At the introduction of Shilpa's character, Shilpa was thinking "Everyone is so nice and nice is boring." Then She met some really unpleasant guys.............

At the introduction, Ashish was talking about bribing . He was not bothered about it.

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Lovely narrative, Mahesh is digging his own grave.

Thanks. I feel sad for Mahesh. All of his plans are good. Poor guy  Sad

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ssuupperr longggg hhoottt update

Erotic as hell....
Speechless.....
Awesome....

Awesome

Cop taking cuck lesson to criminal. Good one

Update plz

Super update

Rocking !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Very niceee

FANTASTIC  yr):

Masterpiece bro

Lovely narrative, Mahesh is digging his own grave.

Beautiful

Thank you, guys.

Let me know which aspects of this novel attract you to read it and what makes you bored cause I don't get what the current group of readers want.

3 years ago, during the first run of this novel, I had an idea of what the readers wanted, but now I don't have any idea as nobody speaks up. 

I can't gauge the preference of the readers.

Is it the gifs/pics or sex scenes or the manipulative game characters play against each other? Or is it their inner thoughts, the boring themes I chose for every Chapter or the entire sexual tension of the plot?

I am curious and believe in the 'wisdom of the crowd' to an extent   . Jokes apart, I really do.

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(Chapter 43,Par 2)

Shilpa scrutinizes his face for a while, "You should care about what people think. Only a megalomaniac will ignore 'The wisdom of the crowd'; it is a powerful force in its own right. ....."

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Chapter 34

[i] "What happened to the Greek Gods, Mrs Dixit?" Ashish asks.
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[i]Shilpa mourns, "They disappeared when people stopped worshipping them. Long gone and forgotten."[/i]

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[i]Goodnight and Have a nice weekend.[/i]

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I will post the remaining parts of the story in a single installment. Until then, have fun.