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Episode 10

Jayakar looked at head of Shilpa bobbing up and down as she sucked on his cock. She had been at it for about ten minutes now. They were not in the Jacuzzi anymore. He was on his bed with Shilpa on her knees at his side with her face over his groin. She knew very well how to please him and get his penis to get to full erection. She had to continuously pleasure him to get him to that state. Jayakar now into his fifties was no longer able to get that instant reaction that he was able to when he was younger. For that matter even into his very late forties all it needed for him to get an erection was the mere touch of a woman’s fingers now it needed a bit more of foreplay before it happened. Recently he had been told by his doctor that there are signs of onset of diabetes. For now, he had been told to exercise and watch his diet but medical intervention may be needed in the not too distant future. Well if that happened he may suffer from erectile dysfunction by the time he reached sixty he worried but then there is always Sildenafil (Viagra) or Tadalafil (Cialis) he consoled himself. Anyway, when he is well into his sixties sex may not have that importance anymore but for now he was enjoying the attentions of his nubile assistant.

 
Shilpa had expertly, sucked, teased his cock with her tongue, taken his balls into her mouth and had gently sucked it while she stroked her boss’s prick. Her fingertips had teased all the sensitive spots around his groin so much so that now after ten minutes his cock had become rock hard. She knew she had to keep the stimulations going because sustaining the erection for a long time may be difficult for her boss at this age. She now took the lubricant and generously applied it over his cock and started stroking it while doing so. The soft flesh of her fingers and palm and the sticky smoothness of the lubricant made it more pleasurable for Jayakar. She took his wet cock and held it between her breasts, squeezed and let his shaft ride up and down her tightly held flesh. She smiled sexily at her boss.
 
“Does that feel good?”
 
“mm…,” was his reply.
 
Jayakar looked at his assistant’s breasts. They were slightly smaller than his wife’s breasts but they were firm yet oh so soft. She moved her body up and down fast sustaining the pleasure carousing through Jayakar’s body. Her slim waist and the broad flaring of her buttocks were an attractive sight that he could not resist. He reached out and caressed the rounded flesh of her buttock and then gave a stinging slap on it. Shilpa flinched slightly but didn’t lose a beat in breast fucking her boss. The slap had immediately caused her fair skin to redden at that area. He caressed that place for a while before giving another stinging slap on it. This time Shilpa did not cry out in pain but rather she moaned softly. Jayakar grinned, he knew his beautiful aide enjoys it. He shoved his middle finger into her cunt and felt her wetness confirming he was right.
 
“Want me to do it again?” he asked with a laugh.
 
“Yes .. yes  … beat me,” she implored.
 
Jayakar smiled as he now turned his attention to her other globe. He squeezed it and found the flesh to be quite firm. He knew this was because of the regular exercises she did to keep her figure curvy. This time he gave her two slaps one after the other.
 
“Ohh… ohh….” She moaned loudly.
 
Jayakar saw that Shilpa had her eyes closed enjoying what he was doing. He could not do this to his wife Mounika, she would probably become annoyed and would have scolded him. She didn’t like rough or vigorous sex. He had to be gentler with her. Little did he know that just a n hour or two before his wife had enjoyed from her lover the very same thing he had done to his assistant. More than that her youthful lover had pounded her pussy with his thick cock showing none of the gentleness that he thought his wife should be treated with. What would have surprised him was the way his wife reciprocated. She pushed her hips up with equal vigour to meet his every poke. There was little indication of gentleness in her unrestrained frenzy as she fornicated with her adulterous lover. Now and here Jayakar thrust two of his fingers in Shilpa’s pussy without any ceremony and fingerfucked her. Shilpa was in the mood for more, without waiting for her boss’s say so she quickly straddled his waist and took in his cock in one shove.
 
She humped him with a wildness Jayakar enjoyed. “Fuck me  … fuck me hard..”
 
“Shilpa .. you are fucking me,” Jayakar laughed as he admired her bouncing breasts.
 
Seeing him looking at her breasts Shilpa took them in her hands and kneaded them as she bounced on his body. Even though it was her job it did not mean that she should not enjoy the sex. Truth was the sex with her boss was enjoyable most of the time. Even though they were there to serve his needs he treated them well and never belittled them in anyway. After about five minutes of this it was Shilpa who had her orgasm first. As she recovered from the peak she looked at her boss fondly.
 
“I know how to make you come,” she said as she reached for the tube of lubricant. She applied some to his already greasy cock, greasy from her liquid, and applied it on his shaft. She applied a generous amount to her arse hole. She half squatted over his groin and placed the bulbous tip of his cock on her bottom opening. It pressed against the puckered tight hole. She applied a bit of downward pressure as she held his stem in her fingers. Jayakar watched her face grimace in a little pain. Although he had fucked Shilpa’s butt hole many times and she too enjoyed this type of sex she would nevertheless feel a little pain at first as his cockhead stretched and entered.
 
“Are you okay? Are you ready?” he asked her showing his usual concern.
Shilpa with a bashful smile nodded yes. She now slowly sat on him putting her full weight on him. His cock slid in fully into her. Her tight butt hole gave him more pleasure as she moved her hip up and down. This was another thing he could never ask his wife. Even after twenty-eight years of marriage his wife was still had a virgin butt hole. Seeing his wife Mounika’s shapely buttocks he had been tempted many times to ask her for that sex but somehow he thought that it was something she would never agree to. For the next several minutes the room was filled with Shilpa’s moans and Jayakar’s grunts till he finally shot his load into her.
 
When Jayakar reached home around eight in the evening Mounika was waiting for him. She greeted him with a sweet smile.
 
“How was your day? Something important must have turned up for you cut short your trip,” Mounika said as they walked to their dining hall.
 
“Yes, I had to be here to settle that.” Jayakar knew his wife would never and had never probed him about his business matters. It was just her way of showing concern.
 
“Is everything okay now?” she asked to which he just nodded with a smile.
 
“Where are Poorvith and Sandya?” he asked about his son and daughter.
 
“They are in their rooms.”
 
“Have they had their dinner yet?”
 
“No, I don’t think so.”
 
“Then get them to come down. Since I am here at least it would be an opportunity to have dinner as a family,” Jayakar told his wife.
 
Mounika told one of the servants to get them both down for dinner. “Tell them their father wants them here,” she finished.
 
A little later they were all seated as the servants were serving their food there was a little chit chat going on. It was mostly Jayakar talking and the others answering.
 
“By the way, how was your day today, did you enjoy your outing?” Jayakar asked his wife.
 
Mounika’s heart jerked in a bit of fear. Did he suspect anything. She saw her husband’s face. He seemed to be perfectly relaxed and normal. She felt a bit of relief. So, this is how an adulteress going to feel, always in consternation that her affair had been found out she thought to herself. Since it looked like her husband was totally in the dark about her sexual adventure today she had this desire to let him know how her emotions were this day.
 
“Oh, it was wonderful, I had a great time,” she said thinking of the tremendously delicious fuck she had.
 
Jayakar grinned at his wife. “Nothing makes you women happier than shopping.”
 
“Oh, there is, there is something else that has made me more happy than I have ever been in my life,” she thought to herself.
 
“And that Divya, she must be the worlds number one shopper. You two surely must have had a good time, it shows in your face,” he continued.
 
Hearing this Sandhya suddenly looked up sharply from fiddling with her food. What was his dad atalking about?  Her mom and aunty Divya had gone shopping together? But she had seen aunty Divya come out from the beauty parlour and get into her car. Her driver was there waiting for her and the car went in the direction of her home. Was her mother lying to her father? Had she actually met up with aunty Divya later? Somehow she suspected it was not so. She looked at her mother’s face, yes her dad was right. She did look very happy but there was more to it. There seemed to be a glow, a certain contentment in that look. This look seemed familiar but she couldn’t quite place it. Then it came to her all in a rush. She had seen the same glow, the same look when she had seen herself in the mirror … after having a particularly satisfying sexual mating with her boyfriend. She looked at her mum again. Who was the cause for that glow, who was her boyfriend? Sandhya felt her cunt starting to ooze in thinking that her mum had been fucking someone else while her father was busy doing whatever he was doing. Whoever the bastard was he was one lucky bastard. Even she was jealous of her mom’s beauty.
 
“Poorvith, I need to talk to you,” Jayakar told his son as they finished dinner.
 
“Sure dad, where shall we talk? In your office?”
 
“Yep, follow me,” Jayakar said as he walked away. He had a room set up as an office for him in the house.
 
In her room an aroused Sandhya sent out a message to Rakesh. “I’ll come to your apartment tomorrow by eleven in the morning.” He would know the meaning of that. It was a signal she wanted to have sex.
 
When Jayakar came back to his room at around ten in the night Mounika was already in bed but she wasn’t asleep yet though she did feel sleepy after the romp with Prakash that day. She worried that her husband would ask her for sex. He usually did that once or very rarely twice whenever he was not on his trips. Normally Mounika looked forward to that. Those were the times she got her sexual satisfaction but today she was not in that mood. She had been taken to several peaks of pleasure the intensity of which she had not experienced before. Also, there was a sensitiveness in her pussy and she needed some rest. Jayakar laid down beside his wife hoping she did not expect sex from him today. Shilpa had milked every bit of his life fluid. Today had been a particularly good fuck session. He would take care of Mounika tomorrow. Both husband and wife were glad that they did not disturb each other and they went into a deep slumber happily.
 
Dharana and Vajendra left Premavati’s home and were driving back when Dharana’s phone rang. The name of the caller displayed was Lekha. He had just a short while ago saved it after he obtained the number from Premavati. She must have called Lekha to warn her as soon as we had left. He didn’t mind that, he would be able to dispense with the formalities and go straight to the crux of the matter.
 
“Yes, hello.”
 
“Is this Assistant Commissioner Dharana,” an anxious female voice asked.
 
“Yes, is that Mrs. Lekhashree?” Dharana asked in return though knowing it was so.
 
“Yes, ACP sir, please I would like to ask you a favour, please don’t come to my home now.”
 
“Why not? We are on the way there now.”
 
“Please I beg you, I will meet you at ten in the morning tomorrow. I will meet you wherever you want and tell you whatever you want to know … all that I know.”
 
“Why not now, in your house?”
 
“My husband is home, I’ll get into big trouble … please, please help me in this,” her voice sounded desperate.
 
The phone was on speaker and Vajendra had also been listening to the conversation. Vajendra watched his boss as his boss pondered on what to do. Coming to a decision he said,” okay, we’ll meet at ten am in my office.”
 
“One more favour sir, can we not meet at your office. I’ll meet you somewhere else .. not my home,” she quickly added.
 
When Dharana had asked where, she suggested a posh hotel that was both a public place but at the time afforded privacy. After agreeing to it he cut the phone.
 
“A few hours more is not going to make much of a difference. Meanwhile get our cyber crime section to get the details of the phone conversations between Lekha and Vinod. The number of calls, what they spoke of. Also, all text messages between them,” he told Vajendra.
 
“Will get on it straightaway. She sounded frightened sir. Well she deserves that for her infidelity.” Vajendra strongly abhorred the socially immoral behaviour of woman that his middleclass upbringing had ingrained into him.
 
With trembling hands Lekha put down the phone. Her husband was still downstairs with a few of his party supporters. Ever since she had seen and read about Vinod’s death she had been under extreme anxiety. Now she regretted having started an affair with someone like him who was involved in criminal activities. She had sleepless nights thinking if the security officer would ever connect her with him. Now if this comes out and splashed all over the media her husband’s political career would be ruined just as it was about to bloom. Her husband may even forgive her sexual aberration as something done one time in a moment of weakness but he would never forgive her for ruining his political career. He would probably disown her. Vinod had been killed soon after he left her after their last sexual tryst in the cottage. If that was found out and it was traced back to Prema (Premavati) she would get terribly angry with her for dragging her into this. True enough everything she feared turned out to happen. She had just been given a verbal shellacking by Prema before she had warned her of the situation and the two security officer officers. She did not blame Prema for revealing her details to the security officer. When they had come this close then it wouldn’t have been long before they traced her.
 
“How can you have been so stupid, fucking around with a criminal like that,” Prema had shouted,” If your cunt had been so itchy all you had to do was ask me, I would have sent one of the guys I know.”
 
How could Prema ever know she thought to herself. How could she ever know the heights of bliss that Vinod had taken her two. None of the boys in Prema’s string could ever match the raw sexuality of Vinoth. Premavati was talking about being rammed by stags but she had been fucking with a lion. The danger exuded by him was also the reason he was so sexually attractive to her. In the days that he had taken her he had never disappointed her in anyway. He dominated her sexually but being his sex slave in those times was what had given her so much of rapturous delight. Is it that deep down women actually desired to be subjugated by a dominant man when it comes to sex? Maybe it has been deeply ingrained in our DNA. In the animal kingdom this dominance by an alpha male is so evident. Even all the other males accept this dominance by the alpha male though other males always aspire to replace it.  It is only when a younger and stronger male come and defeats the dominant male than it takes over the role. Humans have been conditioned by social norms of behaviour that had set out rules accepted by society. Now and then however this ingrained behaviour in the DNA takes prominence and we see the concept of cuckoldry gaining greater acceptance. The ultimate acceptance of the submissive male is this law in nature that only the strongest is entitled to breed.
 
Now with all this trouble that was brewing she debated with herself once again whether it was worth it to have had that affair with Vinod. She could easily recall the excitement he had evoked in her every time she saw him. He had dominated her thoughts. Even when she made love to her husband she could not help herself from replacing her husband with him in her imagination. Thinking of him had never failed to arouse her, to cause her pussy to automatically ooze. As days passed to months, her craving for Vinod only became greater. The fantasy that sex with him would mind blowing took strong hold in her imagination. Her prudence told her that getting involved with him may lead to grave consequences but at that time her lust had overriding power over her mind. If Vinod had not shown interest himself then it was likely that getting involved with him would have just remained a fantasy for her. She could never have initiated the first move. But he too had wanted her. He was the one who had made the first move. It then became so easy for her to succumb to him.
 
The very first time in his car when she saw that thing he had between his legs she had been both fascinated and a little fearful. He had looked on in amusement at her expression as she held it in her hand for the first time. That he had done that the very first time they had a chance to be alone showed his confidence in making a woman do what he wanted. It also showed he knew exactly what she wanted from him. She had pumped her fist holding on to the hard cock, her breathing becoming rapid revealing her excitement. She saw the sac below the shaft, they seem to be heavy with its filling. He was strong, well hung and looking at his balls seemingly potent. All the qualities of an alpha male. He knew what he wanted and had no inhibitions in asking for it. He had the arrogance that all his females would fulfil his wishes without any resistance. All he had do was nudge her head down a little and she complied by taking his cock in her mouth on the very first day. This was in contrast to her behaviour after her wedding. It was only after a couple of months later and after much cajoling from her legally wedded husband that she consented to suck his cock. She had to suck on his cock for a long time, almost twenty minutes before he shot his sperms into her mouth. He had held her head and did not let go till she had swallowed all of his jism.
 
He had been fair though on his part, he had fingered her while chewing on her breasts till she too had her orgasm. After that day they had sex in the confines of both his car and hers. Though the sex was great she needed more. She needed to sprawl all over the bed with him. That was when Premavati had come to her aid. Vinod had taken her third orifice, after her mouth and her pussy, only in that love nest. She lost her anal virginity to him in that place and because of his large phallus she had difficulty walking freely for almost two days. Thinking back now was it worth it. It seemed at that time she could make any sacrifices to be engulfed in that bliss but reflecting on it now it didn’t seem so.
 
When Poorvith went back to his room he immediately dialled for his girlfriend. She picked up on the first ring as if she had been waiting for his call.
 
“Hello darling, sorry I was late to call you,” Poorvith apologised.
 
“I was wondering what happened to you when you didn’t call at your usual time,” his girlfriend Neela spoke from the other end.
 
He could see from her tone that she was not annoyed. This wasn’t a surprise to him. She wasn’t the type to always demand attention or throw tantrums at the slightest whim. That’s what he loved about her. Her equanimity, her inherent good nature and the kindness and respect she shows to people. All these traits were not common among his circle of friends.
 
“My dad wanted to discuss somethings with me.” Neela was aware that Poorvith was being prepared to play an important role in his father’s business empire and these types of discussions were regular between father and son.
 
“Looks like today was a long one.” Neela meant about the time taken today.
 
“Yes, he had to cut short his overseas trip. You know the guy who was murdered recently, Vinod, who is suspected to be strongly connected to the underworld?”
 
There was no response from Neela for whom all this was a blank. Noting this Poorvith continued,” It’s been all over the media a few days ago, remember.”
 
Now Neela was able to recall. “Ah yes, I remember now. What has that got to do with your father?”
 
“Well he was the main man who was deputed from the company my dad hired to do the clearing and ground work for our upcoming mega factory project.”
 
There was again silence from her end before she spoke,” And how many people had been forcibly vacated against their will?”
 
“Now Neela please don’t start again. Our company gives fair compensation, in fact more than fair value for the land occupants who were in actual fact illegal occupants of the government land we purchased.”
 
“Then why do you need the services of this type of company with criminal connections to do your work for them.”
 
“Not all rich people bad and all poor people good Neela. Most were very happy to get the compensation there were just three to four people who sought to take advantage tried to be a nuisance. Even they were given good money.”
 
Neela always had these misgivings about this aspect of Poorvith’s family business. She was from the slightly upper middle-class family and for this reason she had constantly rejected the love proposal of Poorvith though she liked him very much on a personal level. He was the one who had seen her somewhere had been instantly attracted to her and had taken the trouble to find out all the details about her. Even after they had become friends she would reject him whenever he professed his love for her.
 
“Look Poorvith, you and I are worlds apart, your family would never accept someone like me as the daughter in law,” She would say as she rejected his proposal for the umpteenth time. Truth was she too was attracted to him not only for his looks but also as she noted his character and behaviour especially how he treated people so much below his social status.
 
“Leave that to me. My parents won’t be in the way. If need be I am qualified enough to get a very good job elsewhere if needed and I can take good care of you,” he would persist in reply.
 
Over time the care he showed her, the obvious love he had for her completely won her over. It has been almost a year since she accepted his love yet even during this time he had never tried to take too much advantage of her body. There had been kisses, some light foreplay as is common among lovers but he had never insisted or demanded to have sex with her. He himself would say that there was a whole life together ahead for them for all that. He was very much different from a rich brat. That is why she loved him all the more.
 
“Neela remember when I take over no one in the organisation or anyone outside the organisation will be taken advantage of.” Changing the subject, he asked,” How was your day in the hospital?”
 
Neela after completing her studies in a government medical college was now into her house surgency year. “The usual, government hospitals are always busy.”
 
“The patients in your ward must have been very happy that an angel was taking care of them.” She could make out he was smiling from the tone of his voice.
 
“Now don’t try to sweet talk me okay you are not getting anything.” She replied with a broad smile on her face.
 
“Not even a kiss?”
 
“hmm hum, no.”
 
Their conversation went on for sometime till she said,” I’ve got to go, I think my brother’s back.”
 
Neela greeted her tired looking brother. “Been that kind of a day hum,” she asked him with a pleasant smile. He brightened up seeing the smile on her face.
 
“Yeah, we had a lot to do this day, my boss and I.”
 
“Who’s the new boss you report to I forgot.”
 
“He is Asst. Commissioner Dharana,” said Vajendra,” we have this murder case of a criminal called Vinod that we have to solve.”
 
Neela tried hide the shock and dismay on her face when she heard this but Vajendra had noticed.
 
“Why Neela, what’s the matter?”.
 
“No, I was just worried about these types of criminal cases, especially involving notorious criminal, you be careful,” she managed to hide the reason for her reaction.
 
“Don’t you worry. I have seen many cases like this in my career.”
 
Neela was Vajendra’s half-sister. His father had married Neela’s mother after the death of his own mother. That is why there was a fourteen years gap between them but he nevertheless loved her just as much as if she had been born to his own mother.

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One of the best on going story to me. With Best best MatureMILFs, TrophyWives. One small request can we have Elaborated lovemaking sessiyns, lengthy ones with Teasing-Seduction-Foreplay-Intercourse(DiffFuckPositions)-AfterPlay.

Can we have a 1-on-1 full pledged, full lengthy lovemaking session b/w Mounika-Prakash and Lekha-Vinod like getting ready in saree-blouse, undressing them 1-by-1 hook-by-hook, and teasing-seducing Foreplay-intercourse in ProneBone and Standand carry sex positions, talking more white fucking.

Thank you for your suggestions. Too put in a seduction/full sex session can likely only be in flashback as Vinod is dead and Mounika/Prakash's first session has already been written. Now it's how to weave it into the story without it being seen as an unnatural intrusion into the flow of the story. I've just started on the next episode and don't know if this suggestion could be included in that.

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Very nice update.

This is interesting that investigating officer's family member is part of crew.

One of the best on going story to me. With Best best MatureMILFs, TrophyWives. One small request can we have Elaborated lovemaking sessiyns, lengthy ones with Teasing-Seduction-Foreplay-Intercourse(DiffFuckPositions)-AfterPlay.

Super super bro

Can we have a 1-on-1 full pledged, full lengthy lovemaking session b/w Mounika-Prakash and Lekha-Vinod like getting ready in saree-blouse, undressing them 1-by-1 hook-by-hook, and teasing-seducing Foreplay-intercourse in ProneBone and Standand carry sex positions, talking more white fucking.

Very nice

yes we can have Lekha-Vinod Lovemaking in Flashback,
you can create a birthday of Mounika or Marriage anniversary of Mounika-Jayakar. On that day Mounika can get ready as bride and can have Suhaagrat like lovemaking with prakash whole night as special gift.

Looks like there is a small but (I think) a more appreciative readership for this (thriller) story. 

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Episode 11

The next day Dharana and Vajendra reached the scheduled meeting place ten minutes early but not to their surprise Lekha was already there waiting for them. It indicated how nervous she was and how she wanted to get this out of the way. Dharana and Vajendra had researched fully about Rakesh and Lekha’s background. They could guess about their political ambitions and the bright prospect that Rakesh had in politics. Though it complicated the matter with politics too being involved in the murder, it could also in a way be beneficial for them. If as expected Rakesh’s party comes to power under the coalition and he becomes a state minister they would have a hold on him and won’t have to entertain any political interference in any security officer matters in their jurisdiction. If it became public knowledge that the minister’s wife had been involved in a adulterous affair with another man, that too a criminal, the minister would not only have to resign from his post but he would probably be thrown out of the party. He would be mercilessly trolled on social media. With the pain and humiliation, he would have to undergo his political career would be ruined.

 
They both appraised the nervous woman sitting and waiting for them. She was not overly beautiful but was attractive enough. She had more of sex appeal than what you would call beauty. The type you would rather have sexual intercourse with rather than marry her. She was probably at the age when her sex drive is at its strongest and hence this indiscretion that has let to all this trouble. They were not interested in her sexual preferences or sexual lifestyle, all they wanted to know was what she could tell about Vinod. Her eyes darted up at them as they approached her. The fear in them could be clearly read. She was thankful that they were in plain clothes and not in uniform. That would at least not draw much attention to them she figured. Though the way they walk, posture and haircut would make the more observant among the people guess as to their profession. She got up to greet them something she had probably never done for people whom she considered to be below her station. They smiled at her pleasantly trying to put her at ease. It didn’t seem intimidation was necessary in this instance. She seemed ready to be very cooperative therefore she being less nervous would allow her to be clear in her mind and would help in her giving all the information she knew about Vinod.  
 
“Please, sit down madam,” Dharana told her as he and Vajendra sat down at the table.
 
They could see that her hands were slightly trembling as she sat down. She seemed to be having some difficulty in breathing too because of her fear. “Relax madam we just want to ask you a few things, as long as you fully cooperate there is no need to worry about anything.” Dharana spoke reassuringly to her.
 
“By the way, I am Assistant Commissioner of security officer Dharana and this is Inspector Vajendra. I am talking to Mrs. Lekhashree am I not?”
 
She gave a timid smile and said,” Yes I’m Lekha. Sorry I’m like this, it’s just that I’m not used to this. I’ve never had anything to do with the security officer before.”
 
“But you had no trouble sleeping around with a criminal behind your husband’s back,” Vajendra said disdainfully to himself but his facial expressions did not betray his thoughts.
 
Dharana got to the point straightaway. “We have got confirmation from Madam Premavathi that you had her permission to use her cottage and that you had used it on the fourteenth of this month, am I correct in saying this?”
 
Lekha remembered that date very well because that was the last time she and Vinod had fucked. Even now in her mind she couldn’t refer to their mating as having made love because that was not what they did instead it was raw animalistic fucking. These two strange men were asking her to admit that she was fucking around in her marriage. “Yes,” her voice was even more timid then the smile that was on her face a few moments ago.
 
“Were you alone in the cottage?” Dharana continued keenly looking at her.
 
She looked at his face then add Vajendra who was quickly taking down notes. She couldn’t look at their eyes and hung her head down in shame.
 
“Where you alone or was anyone there with you?” Dharana repeated the question.
 
“Vinod,” her answer was almost inaudible.
 
“What? Come again?”
 
“I was with Vinod.” This time her voice was a little louder.
 
“You are saying you were with this person called Vinod, am I correct?” Dharana wanted to be no ambiguity in her answer.
 
“Yes.” Lekha looked up at them with difficulty as she answered them.
 
“What is his full name?”
 
Lekha face revealed her ignorance of that. “I don’t know. I only know him as Vinod.”
 
“She has been sleeping around with someone without even knowing his full name, what a shameless slut,” Vajendra once more thought to himself.
 
Dharana nodded to Vajendra who took out a photo from the file he had and showed it to Lekha. “Can you confirm if this is that man?”
 
This was a photo of him taken when he was under security officer surveillance. They couldn’t show her the photo taken at morgue as his face had been battered beyond recognition. Lekha hesitantly glanced at the photo shoved in front of her. Yes, it was him. It was the photo of her ruggedly handsome dead lover.
 
“Yes, that’s Vinod,” she said as she quickly averted her eyes from the photo.
 
“May I ask, what was your relationship with him?” Dharana saw her face turning red with embarrassment. She being a fair woman that could easily be noticed. “Even a bitch like her has the grace to feel shame,” Vajendra laughed to himself on seeing her reaction.
 
“I know it is difficult madam but you need to answer our questions.” Dharana was more sympathetic and kinder to her than what Vajendra would have been. It showed in the tone of his voice.
 
Lekha responded to that kindness. “Please told think very badly of me,” she looked at Dharana with pleading eyes. “I was having an affair with him.”
 
“Sorry that I have to be clarify about this madam but by affair did you mean that you were having a sexual affair with this said Vinod?”
 
“Yes,” again the monosyllabic reply from her.
 
“Okay, can you tell us what happened between you in the cottage that day?”
 
Now Lekha showed a bit of spirit. “Look Commissioner is this really necessary? I already told you that he was my lover.”
 
This upstart in anger has to be dealt with immediately. Can’t let her take the upper hand in anyway, Dharana decided.  “Look madam, this is a murder investigation, we have to establish everything with certainty. We can’t assume anything. We are not asking questioned just because we feel like it.” Dharana spoke sternly. The look on his face made cowed her down immediately. Once more she hung her head looking at the table. “I’m still waiting for the answer,” Dharana reminded her.
 
Lekha answered the question now, her voice lifeless. “We had sex that day.” She quickly looked up at their faces for a few moments, almost defiantly as if to say,” Yes I was engaging in adultery, so what?”
 
Dharana and Vajendra meaningfully glanced at each other. That explained the traces of sperm in Vinod’s underwear and on the head of his penis. “At least he died happy,” Vajendra almost smiled when he thought of this. A smirk from him would not have been an appropriate response from them to the woman they are questioning.
 
“Did you speak anything? Did he tell you anything at all? About any problems? Or about any enemies he had?”
 
“No, Vinod never talks anything about himself to me. What he does, or what he is involved in .. anything. I too never asked and never wanted to know. The only thing we had between us was sex. Our conversation also centred around that.”
 
Again, Dharana and Vajendra looked at each other. This was no use this was not going to help them in any way. “Are you sure? Try to recall, did he ever reveal any problems that he was facing? Men tend to talk more than they want to when their mind is relaxed, especially after sex.”
 
She frowned her brow in concentration and after a while said,” No, nothing I can recall. He was a very private person. Frankly speaking I was just someone he wanted for sex. I think he was fascinated that he was banking a rich society housewife.” She spoke surprisingly bluntly now. “It was the same for me, he was someone I wanted for my sexual needs, he meant nothing more to me.”
 
“Typical of these bitches,” Vajndra thought with scorn. “No morals, no character and no dignity. They can have all the money but they are little more than scum.”
 
“Tell me Mrs.Lekha, what time did he leave? Obviously you did not go out together but did you leave around the same time?”
 
“No, he left a little past five pm, maybe around five ten or five fifteen. I didn’t note the exact time. I left almost an hour later.”
 
The Medical report estimated he was killed around six pm. The time she told gelled with the corresponding time they had estimated he was killed. Since she left an hour later she would not have seen anything on her way back. This seemed like a dead end but Dharana was thorough if nothing else.
 
“How did you meet Vinod, madam. His circle and your circle are far apart then how did you get to know him?”
 
For the first time Dharana noted a change in her expression as if she wanted to hide something. This was a normal routine question why this reaction from her? What did she seek to hide? His interest was piqued.
 
“Madam let me remind you, this is a very serious matter. If you hide anything we will come to know. If that happens we would not look on it kindly and we won’t be this kind.”
 
She was afraid if she told about how he had been meeting her husband before the security officer would start suspecting her husband of having criminal dealings. Even if they did suspect that her husband was not involved in anything criminal so there was nothing they could pin on him. Getting his rival in the party into trouble and taking the place of youth leader was just politics in her mind and she saw noting greatly wrong with it. She decided she would say partly what happened.
 
“He used to come and meet my husband. He was doing something for the party I think. I really don’t know much about it. He had seen me there and had become attracted to me. He then somehow got my contact and slowly seduced me.”
 
Now this was something different. Was there a motive for her husband to get him killed? Dharana thought to himself. Another suspect added to the list. “Did your husband ever showed any indication that he suspected you of having an affair? Did he suspect you and Vinod together?”
 
“No,” she replied vehemently. “I know my husband very well. He can’t hide his emotions from me. I know for certain he is completely unaware of anything going on.”
 
“So, you can happily make a fool of him,” Vajendra thought with contempt.
 
“My husband is innocent in this. If you have to ever question him please don’t reveal anything about me, I beg you.”
 
“No madam, we do not reveal our source of information to those we question but if your husband becomes a prime suspect I can’t guarantee anything. Don’t under estimate husbands madam, a jealous husband can be a dangerous person and can be capable of actions we don’t expect.
 
About ten minutes later Dharana and Vajendra left Lekha to reflect on what they had said. After a while she too left for her home, her mind not completely at ease to have finished with the ordeal.
 
It was morning in the Jayakar household. Poorvith had already left the office ahead of his dad. Sandhya was not up yet. She was only going to meet her boyfriend at 11am, there was time yet so she was still sleeping in. Jayakar was in the bathroom. By the time he did his morning duties, shaved and had his bath it would take around half an hour. He had gone in for only about twelve or thirteen minutes now so Mounika stretched out and lay in the comfort of her bed. Her nightie was somewhat crumpled and she lay with her head on the bolster with a shapely naked leg dbangd over it. With her heavy breasts pressing on to the bolster her creamy cleavage could be seen from the front opening of her nightie. As it has been the past few days she was thinking of her young paramour Prakash. This new efflorescence of feelings, this new attraction towards another male evoked a very delightful warmth in her. As if reading her thoughts her phone vibrated indicating a message had been delivered. She lazily reached for her phone and was delighted to see it was from her young lover.
 
“Hi beautiful, good morning, missing you” with an emoji of puckered lips for a kiss.
 
Her face blossomed in a radiant smile. “Hi sweetheart, same here.”
 
“You know Mounika darling I suffered the whole night.”
 
“Why?”
“Well your husband is back”
“So?”
“So jealous he may be having sex with you” followed by an emoji of a sad face.
Her smile became broader, “my little boy is jealous.”
“Yes, I should be there with you.”
“He’s my husband.”
“But who loves you more” Her reply to this was just a smiley face.
“Did he?”
“What?”
“You know .. ask for sex.”
 
Mounika decided she wanted to tease him. “Hugged me tight n kissed me.”
“No .. no.”
“Sucked my tits .. it felt good.”
“I’ll kill him.”
“Ha ha .. he was very hard .. when he entered.”
“Don’t torture me, I don’t want to know.”
 
Mounika was so pleased and her heart went out to her lover. “No you silly boy, nothing happened .. just teasing.”
“You’re cruel.”
“Yes.” She replied happily showing a laughing emoji.
“You wait till I get you.” He threatened.
“You shouldn’t be jealous.”
“but I am, can’t help it.”
“My husband is the one who should be jealous.”
He just replied with an emoji of a grinning face.
“You stole what belongs to him.”
“First time stolen property came willingly with the thief.”
“You ..you naughty rascal.”
“Where’s your husband?”
“Taking shower.”
“Good wife .. chatting with lover while husband nearby.”
“You idiot you are going to get it from me.”
“Ha ha.”
“Got to go shower stopped .. bye love.”
 
Mounika quickly offed her phone and waited for her husband to come out. Jayaker came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His slight hair already tousled after he had dried it with the towel while in the bathroom. Mounika couldn’t but help compare her husband’s body with that of the firmly sculptured body of her lover. When I can take care of my body why can’t he, she thought wistfully to herself. She had been aroused by her chat with her lover and now just to tease her own husband she got up lazily from the bed. Stretched both the hands up in the air before shrugging off her nightie from her body. She gave a unfettered view of her sexy curvaceous body to her husband before slowly reaching for a big towel to wrap around her body covering from her breast downwards. She had in the course of her married life shown her body to her husband uncountable number of times but today felt different. She was showing a body that was not chaste anymore. A body that has bloomed as it was teased and thoroughly used by a new lover. It was as if to say to him, well you had neglected all this beauty but I’ve found someone else to worship it. For Jayaker who was seeing his wife do this as she went in to the bathroom he misconstrued it to mean that his wife was attempting to tempt him as he had neglected to have sex with her last night. I will take care of her tonight he promised himself not knowing that his ‘care’ was not going to be adequate anymore for his wife of twenty-eight years. When Mounika was washing her pussy as she showered, she found it was sticky. The chat with Prakash in the morning had aroused her more than she realised. She smiled to herself when she realised the effect Prakash had on her. He had made her feel like a desirable woman once again. He had reawakened her sexuality and made her constantly aware of her heightened sexual state. As she and her husband were having breakfast she got a call from Divya.
 
“Oh hi Divya, good morning,” she said pleasantly.
 
Jayakar made a face, ‘shopping again?’ he mouthed silently to his wife. Mounika made an expression as if to say ‘I don’t know.’
 
“Morning dear,” Divya replied,” what are you doing now? Busy? Can you talk?”
 
Not only the son is calling her dear even the mother is but for different reasons.
 
“Am having breakfast with Jayakar but you go ahead I’m listening.”
 
“Oh, he’s back from his trip is it, I didn’t know,” Divya said in surprise.
 
“Uh huh,” was all Mounika could say. She couldn’t ‘say yes he is back’ with her husband listening. She was supposed to have been with Divya yesterday so by right Divya should have already known this.
 
“Breakfast a little late today? Aahh I see was busy night was it last night with your husband back,” she said archly. Mounika could almost see in her mind eye Divya winking as she said this.
 
It was not a busy night with my husband but a busy day with your son was the reason for this exhaustion Mounika thought but to Divya she said,” no, nothing like that. So, what’s up?”
 
“I’ve got some news that I’m dying to share with you. I think you would be happy too.”
 
Mounika was not in any mood for one of Divya’s salacious gossips. Divya was very fond of this and had plenty of such stories to share. If only she knew of her own son’s relationship with her how would she react? That would certainly make juicy fodder for their circle of friends. Mounika could just imagine her friends’ reactions now. Most would feign outrage but secretly would find it very titillating. Quite a few would also be jealous of her and envious that a hunk like Prakash didn’t get into their panties.
 
“I’m all ears go ahead.” What Mounika didn’t realise that what she was about to hear would shake her up tremendously.
 
“I was talking to Vikas (her husband, Prakash’s father) last night,” Divya’s excitement could be heard in her voice. “We were both of the opinion that Sandhya would make a perfect match for Prakash. I hope it makes you and Jayakar as happy on hearing this as it has made us.”
 
Mounika almost dropped the fork she had in hand in shock. Luckily Jayakar was looking at his plate at that moment and did not see his wife’s expression. She quickly tried to recover but it was difficult.
 
“Hey, Mouni are you there??”
 
“Yes, yes I’m here,” she stammered,” it’s just such a surprise all of a sudden.” Hearing this Jayakar looked at his wife curiously.
 
“Yes, I understand. Vikas will also speak to Jayakar on this, most probably today. Aren’t you happy to hear this Mouni?” Divya asked her.
 
“Yes, of course,” Mounika lied, she abhorred the notion that her lover could become her son in law. Jayakar looked at her enquiringly. Mounika covered the mouthpiece and said,” I’ll tell you in a moment.” If Vikas was already going to tell this to her husband then there was no point in her hiding this from him.
 
“But Divya we don’t know what the kids think. Nowadays they have their own wishes, not like our days when obeyed everything our parents asked.”
 
“I know Mouni, we’ll inform them of our wishes and encourage them to spend time together and see how it develops. We can only hope that they connect well and things go as per what we hope.”
 
There was some relief for Mounika on hearing this. I will tell Prakash never to agree to this. The fool Divya doesn’t know that her son wants to share his bed with me and not with my daughter.
 
“Okay Divya, let us see how it goes and hope for the best.” What Divya didn’t know was her hope and Mounika’s hope were completely opposite.
 
“Good, I’m so excited,” Divya gushed,” I’ll come over to your place today.”
 
“No, you stay there, I’ll come over,” Mounika said. She didn’t want Divya coming to her home so soon after her lie od yesterday and it would also give her an opportunity to see Prakash.
 
After the call she spoke to her husband who had just about finished breakfast and was about to leave for work. “Divya and Vikas are keen on matchmaking their son Prakash with Sandhya,” she said waiting for her husband’s reaction.
 
“Oh, their son, hmm he is quite a good-looking young man isn’t he?” Jayakar mused out aloud.
 
“Yes, I know,” Mounika thought,” he’s even more dreamy when he is naked.”
 “Their family would match our status and the alliance would have so many advantages. That would be good if the kids agree too. Let’s give it a try.”
 
Parents on both sides were keen on this with the exception of her and for her it was for very selfish reasons, thought Mounika. It was not only that, it would feel very awkward for her to think both the mother and daughter have slept with the same man. Or even if she doesn’t stop and they continue to sleep with the same man. If Sandhya gets married to Prakash how can she continue to be a rival for her own daughter. It would really be embarrassing if she became jealous of her own daughter. But wouldn’t it be better to be jealous of her own daughter then some other woman if Prakash was to marry someone else. At least then it would be her own flesh and blood that Prakash would be pleasuring in bed rather than she share Prakash with some strange woman. Besides the opportunity for them to get together would be much more if Prakash was her son in law. In actual fact Mounika was quite confused about her feelings. About an hour later Mounika was at Divya’s house. She had messaged Prakash discretely not to go out anywhere and to be at home.
 
“Come in dear,” Divya greeted Mounika, holding both her hands in her own hands,” isn’t it exciting.”
 
Mounika forced a smile onto her face as she greeted Divya. “Have you told Sandhya,” Diya asked Mounika. The person they were talking about was at that very moment about to leave her house and go meet her lover Rajesh.
 
“No, not yet. I want to speak to your son first and find out what he thinks. I’ll talk to him in the evening when he is back from work,” Mounika said, pretending she didn’t know Prakash was at home as per her request.
 
“Prakash is at home Mouni, but why do you want to speak to him first?”
 
“I want to know his true feelings. Is he willing to give this a try to see if it works. He shouldn’t feel pressured. You know Divya, as parents you two could put pressure on him without even realising it and he feels he’s duty bound to obey. This is my daughter’s future I want to be certain there are no problems in the future.”
 
Divya was happy that Mounika and Jayakar were receptive to this idea of their children’s union. She could understand Mounika’s concern for the welfare and future of her daughter. As a mother of a girl she would have the same concerns.
 
“I understand Mouni, he’s in his room, let me call him.”
 
“Wait, before you call him is there anywhere I could talk to him privately? Here in the living room it would not be possible. Your servants may intrude or they may even spy on us to hear what is going on. Maybe we could use your husband’s office cum study, that would be private.”
 
Divya had a doubtful look on her face. “Yeah, nobody will disturb us there but you know my husband doesn’t like anyone going in there without him being there. It is also covered by CCTV so that’s out.”
 
“Divya who said anything about you being present too. With you present he may not feel free to talk. He may not really open up and say how he feels, so it will be just the two of us. If not possible for privacy here then maybe I’ll go out with him and have our conversation before we come back.”
 
“I won’t put any pressure on him Mouni, why not I tag along.”
 
“Don’t be silly Divya, your mere presence would be awkward for him. He may feel restrained. Don’t worry nothing will happen to your precious boy,” Mounika said with a laugh.
 
“Well he is your potential son in law too, so I have no worries,” Divya replied laughing along with Mounika. Then as an idea struck her,” hey why don’t you talk to him in his room? That would be private and there won’t be a hassle of you having to go out.”
 
Mounika had a serious doubtful look on her face but internally she was delighted. She was going to be with her lover in his room in his own house with his mother being present in the house. “Do you think that would be appropriate Divya?” Mounika said in an unsure tone.
 
“Now you don’t be silly, you are going to talk to your likely son in law, nothing wrong in that.”
 
Reacting as though she was not totally convinced but just reluctantly agreeing to it Mounika said,” Okay, I want to be very certain so I’m going to have a long conversation with him. It may even take half an hour or even more, so I don’t want you hurrying us or interrupting.”
 
“Take your time Mouni, I won’t hurry you. All I want is the good news.”
 
“I can’t trust you on that, you were always impatient. I will lock the door so that you do not disturb us. You don’t come knocking on the door.”
 
Divya laughed again. “This is regarding my son’s marriage that I want it to happen too. Tell you what, I promise you I will sit here in the living room and will not disturb you till you come out.”
 
That’s what I want, be a good lookout for your son and me Mounika thought delighted at the outcome. Things had gone better than expected.
 
“Which is your son’s room?”
 
“It’s the second one on the left.”
 
Mounika walked up to the stairs, the excitement she was feeling making her want to hurry but she forced herself to walk normally. She went up to Prakash’s door and knocked on it.
 
“Who is it?” It was Prakash’s deep voice. It made her legs feel weak, in excitement.
 
“It’s me Mounika,” she replied softly but loud enough for him to hear.
 
“Mom, is aunty there with you?” Clever boy, he was making sure she was alone Mounika smiled.
 
“Your mom’s not here, I’m alone.” There was no sound for a few seconds then the door opened slightly and a hand reached out and grabbed her and pulled her in. Startled she gave a small squeal. She heard the door shut and the lock click.  She saw him completely naked looking at her with a broad grin.

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Awesome update

Waiting for action with future son in law ?

Had to weave the sex episode into the story so as not to be seen out of place in the story. You can have maximum two to three flashbacks otherwise it would affect the flow of the story and would seem an unnatural fit. Definitely the next episode would have a long session between Mounika and Prakash. 

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Waiting for it bro

When will be next update bro!!

When will be Next Update?

The last update was yesterday. It will take around two to three days to write the next episode as it will consist not only the sex between Mounika and Prakash but also other parts of the story.

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For the others, I know I'm a little late on the update. It's because of Euro 2021 Football championship that's taking away some of my time. I love that sport and so trying to see as much of the live telecast as possible. I've completed a little over half of the next episode and would try to post as soon as possible. 

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Episode 12

Suseela was surprised that Arun had come back so soon. He was supposed to be away for another week but for whatever reason had come back early. She tried to see how his wound was but he had a long sleeve shirt on and nothing (any bandage) was obviously visible.

 
“You have come back early? Any problems? Is everything okay?” Suseela asked with concern
 
“No, nothing like that, I thought being away for too long will likely raise more suspicions than if I came back.”
 
“I’m glad. Suba has missed her uncle a lot.”
 
“How is Suba? Is there any change in her now that that asshole is dead? Does she at least have some peace now? Arun’s eagerness and care for the wellbeing of his brother’s daughter was obvious in his voice.
 
Unlike his brother Bogan, Arun never thought to start a family of his own. Death he feared was always a companion in his profession and having a wife and family would only make him more vulnerable to be killed. Now at thirty-five years he still had no intention of having anyone permanently. His sexual needs would be met by simply throwing a few thousand rupees to the those who sold their bodies. For him the only family was that of his brother’s. He was very fond of his niece Suba.
 
“She still seems to be in a world of her own but lately there are some signs she is slowly coming out of her depression,” Suseela said but her worry for the health of her daughter was still painful to bear.
 
“That’s another reason I’m here early. I think it is important she see a Psychiatric doctor for her own good.”
 
“You think that is wise? Suseela asked with alarm. “You know what happened, what if the doctor involves the security officer?”
 
“Not to worry, I’ve made enquiries,” Arun told his sister in law. “These doctors keep everything confidential between themselves and their patients. Nothing is revealed without patient’s permission.”
 
“But still a crime was involved, that too murder. How will the doctor keep everything a secret?” Suseela was still not convinced.
 
“We don’t have to tell everything to the doctor, only that she was brutally bangd.” As he spoke those words it still caused a sharp pain in his heart. “We have to tell the doctor that we only want her to overcome that trauma.”
 
Suseela’s scepticism was still evident but the thought that it was possible for her daughter to overcome her trauma made her accept her brother in laws suggestion. “Won’t the doctor ask us to report the bang to the security officer?”
 
“Most probably would encourage us to do that but it would still be up to us. Most bang victims don’t report it in our society because of the stigma attached.”
 
Arun knew that only a small number of the victims’ report that they had been bangd and even from those the number of convictions is so low.  His niece was not the first female Vinod had bangd and for that matter so have he and his brother bangd woman as it sometimes happened in their work. But those were women involved in the crime world and women with very questionable morals. Those are women who would brush it off as a small price to pay in their line of work and an occupational hazard.  
 
“Another important thing. I have bought a home in our native hometown for both of you to stay. It will be registered in your name soon. There will be enough money for the rest of your lives put in your account. Enough also for Suba to get married off. I don’t want you both staying here anymore.”
 
Suseela couldn’t believe what her brother in law was saying. “How? Where could you get so much money? You are the only family we have left how can we leave you and go?” Suseela’s questions came in a rush.
 
Arun recalled the phone call from that mysterious man he received a few days ago. “You did well. I’m glad you killed Vinod without any problems.” He then instructed Vinod to come to a pre-determined location. Arun approached the place with great caution. He didn’t want to be a victim of a double cross plot but he was pleasantly pleased when a big bag awaited him there. He did not meet anyone all he was told was where the bag was and to pick it up. Inside the bag was more money than he had ever seen in his life. Bundles and bundles of two thousand notes.
 
“I got paid for what I did though I would have done it for free. Whoever hired us really wanted Vinod dead more than us.”
 
At that very time Dharana and Vajendra were having a meeting with DCP Paul. They had briefed him on the progress of their investigations so far.
 
“We have confirmed the last place Vinod had been before he was killed and have established the time around which this crime took place,” Dharana had told him.
 
“So, we can rule out that Premavati had nothing to do in this except to have lent out her place for her friend and the victim to use for their illicit affair,” DCP Paul asked.
 
“That’s what I think sir but now Lekhashree’s husband, Rakesh is a suspect,” Dharana said.
 
“Who the politician?”
 
“Yes, apparently he had engaged Vinod for something. So, we started looking all that had happened with Rakesh for the last couple of years,” Dharana paused after saying this.
 
“Okay, go on,” his boss Paul said.
 
“The most significant thing that happened had been his election to the powerful youth chief post in his party.”
 
“And so?” Paul asked.
 
“The thing was he was not the favourite for that position but surprisingly his main rival suddenly had a scandal erupting about his son being involved in drugs and drugs distribution that completely ruined his chances for the position. It seemed too much to be just a coincidence.”
 
“You think that was what Vinod was hired for by Rakesh, to set up this scandal?”
“Yes sir.”
 
“Then shouldn’t Rakesh be happy with Vinod. Why would he have anything to do with his murder.”
 
“His wife Lekha had first seen Vinod when he was with her husband. She told us how he would boldly strip her with his eyes even with her husband being there. Her husband might have noticed that too and had kept an eye out on her or Vinod.”
 
“I see, you think Rakesh may have known about his wife’s affair with Vinod and got him killed? Divorcing his wife would have been easier don’t you think?”
 
“That wouldn’t be good for his political career just when it was taking off. A scandal involving his wife would be disastrous as you are aware there is even a talk of ministership for him if his coalition wins in the coming elections.”
 
“So, he too has a motive and it’s not just a matter of a jealous husband. Well follow that lead too if you have to,” DCP Paul gave his two men the go ahead.
 
“This is just an off chance only boss. Her husband may actually be totally unaware his wife was cheating on him. My thinking is it is still related to intergang rivalry.”
 
While a serious, difficult situation was being discussed in the office of the Deputy security officer Commissioner, an entirely different situation, a much more delightful one was going on in Prakash’s bedroom.
 
A fully naked Prakash with a half erect cock was grinning broadly at his mature lover without even a little bit of shame or embarrassment.
 
“Hi, baby, I’ve been waiting for you,” Prakash said as moved up and grabbed her in an embrace.
 
He held her by her waist while she had her arms around his neck. They were both smiling conspiratorially.
 
“You shameless idiot, what if your mother had come with me. She would have had a heart attack seeing you waiting for me completely naked like this.”
 
While she spoke, he was busy kissing her on her neck, her ear and her cheek. “Hey silly, I’m talking to you seriously.” But her smile belied her words.
 
Prakash still wouldn’t listen to her he was too busy pulling up her T-Shirt off. The T-shirt was stretched out in front by her big beautiful breasts. She held on to her T-shirt preventing him from pulling it up.
 
“You silly boy, don’t be naughty, just listen to me.”
 
He stopped for a moment and looked at her. “We’ll talk later, now take your shirt off or better still I’ll take it off.” Saying this he starting pulling up her T-shirt.
 
“Okay, okay.  You are too much you dirty fellow,” she said as she raised her hands up to let him take it off. Luckily her hair was tied up in a ponytail and was not messed up too much as he pulled off her T-shirt. Her heaving milky white breasts in the black laced plunge bra were a treat for his eyes. Her bulging white flesh in contrast to the black bra cups caused blood to gush through his shaft. His cock became ramrod straight pointing slightly upwards. Her eyes quickly darted down to look at it.
 
“You’re so reckless, what if your mom had come along with me,” she admonished him teasingly once more.
 
He laughed out and said,” I heard you and mom talking, I knew you’ll come alone. So I quickly came into my room and stripped naked for you darling.”
 
She looked at him as if she was chiding him but with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Then why did you call out for your mom before opening the door.”
 
“I had already come into my room when you started up the stairs so it was to make doubly sure my mom didn’t suddenly decide to follow you.”
 
“Very clever,“ Mounika said as she traced her forefinger and middle finger over his lips. He tried to grab it with his lips. She cleverly avoided it and but traced her fingers lovingly over his cheek.
 
“You’re the clever one dear, I can’t believe you are here in my room and so devious you had made my mom the lookout for us as we enjoy ourselves.” She realised he was making fun of her.
 
“It’s all your fault. I was such a virtuous good woman and a loyal wife now you have totally corrupted me. Without shame I have come to you, to your room itself.”  
 
“No games baby, you wanted to be here in my room alone with me so you manoeuvred it to happen. I wanted you in my room, so let’s stop wasting time.”
 
Saying this Prakash buried his face in the bountiful bulging flesh over her bra. He started raining kisses over that delectable soft skin.
 
“ssss… Prakash … kiss…. Oohhh baby…” Mounika moaned as passion overcame her. She had sex with him only yesterday yet she needed him again today. Even she was not aware that her libido was this strong. It had needed a young lover like Prakash to bring it out that too at this age of 48. How she wished she had met Prakash when she was in her thirties when she was in the peak of her sexual prime.
 
Prakash’s hands had gripped her flaring waist his fingers pressing into her soft flesh. Her long nails were drawing invisible lines on the firm muscles of his shoulder blades.
 
“Oh, baby take me here, I want our love to be consummated on your bed here my darling,” she mumbled in delirium as he continued to kiss and lick the top of her breasts.
 
She wanted more. She wanted her nipples and her breast stuffed into his voraciously sucking mouth. She wanted his tongue to be lashing against the flesh, she wanted his teeth to be nibbling at her rubbery and distended teat. She needed that pleasurable pain from her ardent lover. Leaving his back, her hands reached back to unhook her bra. She grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head away from her breasts. His disappointment from having his prize snatched from him was only fleeting because she had pulled of her bra giving him full access to her breasts without any hinderance of any covering. The were luxuriously soft and ample yet in spite of her age they were boldly upstanding. The taut and sensitive light brown nipple jutting out from a similarly coloured perfectly circular areola was an invitation for a feast. She cupped her breast in one hand and pulled his head by his hair towards it.
 
“Now suck it my adorable rascal. Chew on my tit .. show me how much you want it.”
 
Prakash needed no second invitation. His lips hungrily latched on to her nipple. He pulled hard on her teat. “aahhh yessss…. Prakash …. I’m dying…” she raved mindlessly. He chewed gently on her nipple causing a sweet painful pleasure. “oohh… Ohhh… Ohhh…,” she mumbled incoherently. He tried to take as much of her flesh into his mouth as he could. His mauling of her breast was triggering a liberal flow of her feminine juices in her pussy. Her husband of twenty-eight years had never mauled her tit the way her twenty-eight years old lover was doing. Her husband had never transported her to this feeling of exhilaration that she was now in. He too could see how much in the throes of passion she was in by the force of her grip on his back.
 
Prakash let go of this tit and his mouth eagerly sought the other. She fed that too to him the way she had done for the first. She felt a little prickliness on the recently abandoned nipple caused by coolness of the airconditioned air on the wetness of his saliva sticking around the areola. Prakash shoved both his hands through the waistband of her jeans to grab her buttocks. Mounika’s hands quickly started undoing the rivet on her jeans. In her fervour and in her haste, it was only after a struggle she was able to release it. She quickly unzipped her jeans and pushed it down her legs. She kicked it away with her legs. The only piece of clothing on either of their bodies was the lacy black thongs she was wearing. She had worn it just for her sweet lover, it should be erotically seductive for him. There was just a thin strip that just about covered her pussy mound. She knew there must be a long-wet line right in the middle of that strip. She wanted him to see that, see what he had caused her pussy to do. She wanted to show him how much she wanted him.  He wanted to bring down her panties but she stopped him from doing it. She took a step away from him and posed with her hands on her hips.
 
“Look at me my love, how do you like it?”
 
This was the first time he could take his time and admire her voluptuous body. The first time they had made love in his apartment they had undressed each other frantically and had literally rolled all over the bed as the tightly hugged each other. At that time, she was still embarrassed to show herself fully nude to him. That was the first time she had been deceitful to her husband and was still a bit disturbed though the sex was erotic and delightful. The second time in the car, it was difficult to fully appreciate her exposed beauty in the confines of a car. Now more of a closeness had developed between them, she was now wanting to see the lust in his eyes as they devoured her glorious nakedness.
She stood there so very tantalizingly provocative. Her smouldering look and the slight naughty smile on those luscious lips was bewitchingly erotic. He noticed she had not worn any lipstick when she had come here. She had planned exactly what she wanted to do here. If she had come in with lipstick on and had gone back without it his mother would have noticed it and got suspicious on what had gone on in the room. Women can be so devious when they wanted to cheat. Her ripe conical breasts with the pointy almost inch long nipples were shining wet with his saliva. They were creamy, ripe and even though ample were still upstanding for her age. There was perhaps a little softness even a touch of looseness in her belly but the only enhanced her desirability in his eyes. Along with her long shapely legs she was the perfect MILF. He noticed the darker small patch on the narrow front stripe of her thong. It couldn’t possibly be the hidden strip of her pubic hair. That wont show on her black panties. Then Prakash realised what it was. It was caused by the cream oozing out of her pussy. She was as much in lust as he was.
 
“You’re a real hotwife baby,” his voice was a croak of emotion.
 
“Not just a hotwife honey, I’ve become a shameless bitch for you,” Mounika whispered back to him. “Take me here on your bed. I’ve fucked you in your apartment and now going to here so I would be the first woman to share this with you., not even your future wife.”
 
It just showed how much she wanted herself to be special for him. “But wouldn’t that be your daughter?”
“Will you want to marry her?” Mounika asked in return.
“If it means being near you always I’m willing to do that.”
“We’ll talk later Prakash but first I need you.”
He too couldn’t wait anymore. He slid down on his knees in front of her and buried his face on her crotch. He could feel the heat emanated from her pussy and chemical odour signalling her arousal. The smell created a chain reaction within him going from his olfactory nerve to his groin causing his cock to harden like an iron rod. His tongue licked the front of the thong tasting her sticky wetness. His saliva now mixed with her vaginal fluid causing her thong to become completely wet.
 
“Oh baby suck me, oh put your tongue in,” lamented the once graceful and polished Mrs. Jayakar. She had both her hands pressing his head on to her crotch while he was clutching her rounded buttocks hard with both of his. If her husband was to see her in this pose he would have been shocked to see that his refined wife was capable of such lewdness.
 
Prakash did not attempt to take off her thongs, instead he pulled the middle stripe to one side. Her slightly parted labia was an irresistible treat. Her juicy wetness was what he now craved badly to quench his thirst. With her eyes closed in expectancy she impatiently waited for him to greedily gorge on her wet pussy lips. Seconds passed yet there was no delightful contact of lips on her private lips. She couldn’t bear her frustrations anymore, with a groan she glanced down. Like an animal, with his lips pulled back, teeth bared he was deeply breathing in the scent of her arousal. Her own arousal was inflamed on seeing her hunk of a lion inhaling her scent.
 
“Eat my pussy, my darling stud, I’m leaking just for you,” she moaned huskily.
 
Her cunt lips were swallowed by his lips. He slurped on it drinking her warm sauce. “hng.. hng.. hng…,” Mounika was transported to heaven. His probing tongue made her legs feel weak. She held on to his head rubbing her wet snatch on his face. Her colourless stickiness was not confined to his lips alone it now was coated all around beyond his lips. The ecstasy that engulfed her went to the very core if her being. Streaks after streaks of pleasure made her mumble incoherently.
 
“Ohh… your killing me sweetheart… I can’t be without this lover … in my years of marriage it has never been this wonderful … ,” Mounika sobbed in bliss. His wife to be will also enjoy his talented tongue, even in case it was to be her daughter she still could not avoid a feeling of jealousy. She wanted him to be enchanted with her and with her alone though in her heart of heart she knew it was not possible or practical. She felt two of his fingers join his tongue in probing her pleasure tunnel. She squealed out loudly at first but realising where she was she tried to control her whimper as much as she could. His fingers teased and found her sensitive spots. As he rubbed there in small circles her fluid completely coated his fingers. “Oh god.. oh god.. he’s going to make me cum… cum….yess.. baby… yes.” Her hips jerked as her copious flow completely drenched his fingers now.
 
He continued to gorge on her pussy as she shuddered in tumultuous pleasure for nearly a minute. She quickly pulled him up. She needed to love her young boy who had given her so much of unrestrained joy. She rained kisses on his face unmindful of her own love juice on his face. They kissed again passionately their ardour still unabated even to a miniscule amount. His tongue penetrated between her red lips and renewed contact with her tongue. Prakash’s strong hand gripped the flesh of Mounika’s waist tightly while kissing with undiminished passion. He was roughly squeezing her boob with his other hand as he grinded his lips on hers. Mounika’s long nails were also grazing haphazardly on his wide back. She pushed her thigh between his legs and felt his erect masculinity pushed onto her thigh. She quickly got rid of her tongs to be gloriously as naked as he was. She wanted him in his bed, they didn’t have much time before Divya started wondering what was happening in her son’s room between her son and her best friend.
 
Finally, when their lips parted they looked at each other smiling at their own ardour as they gulped in air into their lungs. They were still embracing each other tightly.  She knew how wrong this relationship was and yet could not suppress the feeling of love that swelled inside her. She could not understand her emotional attachment to a man so much younger than her. “Come baby, let’s go to bed, fuck me .. fuck your bitch,” she moaned into his mouth.
 
But Prakash had other ideas.  One of his hands gently brushed the muscles of her abdomen. Those muscles throbbed under his teasing fingertips. It felt a bit sensitive but the pleasures were fabulous for Mounika. "Ohhh Prakash ... Prakash ... darling .... Sssss ..," She kept mumbling her young lover's name. She almost went into a trance while he teased the muscles of her abdomen. She knew where his fingers were going next. She once more waited for that pleasurable attack with her thighs trembling in anticipation. His hand slipped from her stomach downwards and her legs automatically opened slightly wider giving him easier access to her leaking feminine treasure. He suddenly turned her body and hugged her from behind. She closed her eyes with her head resting backwards on his shoulder as she enjoyed the pleasure she was getting from him.
 
"Hey Mouni, open your eyes and look in front," her lover whispered into her ear. She opened her eyes. She could see the image of their two bodies pasted together in the full-length mirror on the wall in front of them. His body was mostly covered from view by her body in front of it. One of his hands was squeezing her nipple and his other hand was covering her pussy. She was seeing in the mirror what his eyes had been admiring with lust. Her eyes reddened with passion and her lips though without any lip gloss still sweetly reddish. Only a few ornaments were on her completely naked body. There were just the earrings, the precious stone nose stud that made her face even more attractive, diamond ring on her finger, two finely crafted gold bangles on her wrist and silver toe rings. But she could see Prakash’s eyes focused on the mangalsutra hanging around her neck. That symbolic identity that she belonged to someone else was the most enchanting ornament for him. That chain hanging around her neck was a testament to his masculinity. That his masculinity had made her forswear her vows of fidelity to the man who was owner of that symbol. He was no exception to that feeling of ego all men had. Without any sense of arrogance, she also acknowledged that she was not some ordinary prize that he had stolen. She was a treasure many men had obsessed about possessing but none had succeeded till Prakash came along.  
 
Seeing it had increased the lust in Prakash, but it made Mounika feel guilty. I belong to someone else, and it has made my mind ache that, whatever else can be said of Jayakar, he had been good to me and I was betraying him Mounika thought with a little pain in her heart.  But, because she was in the grip of the feverish desire that Prakash had aroused in her, she could not resist the lust that was consuming her. The tips of his fingers now teasingly rubbed the soft flesh of her stomach. Her stomach alternately crunched and relaxed in that pleasurable ticklish feeling. Mounika could see her own stomach flesh quiver. Then when his index finger gently poked at her navel she let out a soft moan. Her bosom was heaving as she struggled for breath at his continuous caressing. Prakash then slowly inserted his middle finger into her pussy and this time she moaned louder as her mouth opened automatically in pleasure. He could feel her readiness for him and she could feel his very hard erection poking her from behind. There was no doubt within them of their full-blown desire for each other. She felt a little embarrassed to see her love fluid overflow and run down his fingers. She could not ever remember a time she had been this wet before. She her expression of pain like pleasure on her face was a turn on not only for him but for her too. Her body was being played with by a man young enough to be her son and she was revelling in it. When a man succeeds in arousing unbridled desire in a woman then there is no difference in the reaction of that woman whether she is royalty or just a maid. All inhibitions dissipate and only fulfilling their needs become paramount.
 
“You came here to spread your legs for me didn’t you my love,” he teased her.
“Yes, you donkey I came because I want you.” Prakash kneaded her breast and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “sssss….,” Mounika moaned.
“Hmm .. I’m a donkey is it,” he laughed as he nibbled her ear lobe and put his tongue into her ear.
Mounika reached behind to grab his cock. “This is like a donkey’s so you are one.”
His eyes locked with her eyes in the mirror. “You want this donkey cock inside your tight pussy cheating slut?” he whispered sexily in her ear as he started sucking on the nape of her neck.
“Yes… yes… fuck me.. fuck my tight pussy with your big cock.” She was in a delirium, desperate to be fucked.
“Will you give your cunt whenever I want it.”
“Always when you want me,” she was so much in heat she would promise him anything now.
“Wherever I want you?”
“Yes wherever, now take to your bed.”
“In your house?”
“Anywhere you want.”
“In your bedroom?”
The way she wanted to be the first woman to fuck him in his condominium and here in his room, she also wanted him to be the first man other than her husband to share her marital bed.
“Fantastic dear, I’m going to fuck you in your bed one day while your son, daughter and son are at home. I want you to writhe and moan as I pump my cock in your cunt with all of them not very far away.”
“Ohh.. Ohh.. Ohh…” Her love fluid spurted out as she came once more. The thought of being fucked by her lover with her family members nearby was both frightening and highly erotic at the same time.
That thought was highly exciting for Prakash too. The only thing that could beat it is to bang this glamorous wife right in front of her husband. That was unlikely to happen Prakash knew but at least to wallow in their sinful delight as her husband was nearby would be the next best thing. Now he pulled her along to stand very close in front of the length mirror.
 
“Take my cock in your hands Mounika. I want to see your beautiful fingers play with my shaft,” he spoke gruffly to her.
Mounika was aware she had lovely fingers. There had never been a need for her to engage in household chores. There were servants at beck and call for that. There was no roughness because they were worn out through household chores a housewife was saddled with. The pads on her fingers were delicate and soft and their feel on skin would be immensely pleasurable for men. She had maintained her weight and body shape well so her fingers were long and slender and not chubby like that of overweight women.  She had noted how he had watched fascinated as she stroked his cock in the car just yesterday. She could hear his breath come in staggers as her fingers pulled on his shaft skin. She was not some sexually unsophisticated woman in that aspect she was carnal enough to know what men found erotic. She was well aware that being jerked off by a woman with lovely fingers and beautifully manicured and painted fingernails would be very sensual for men and for a young man like Prakash even more so.
 
Now as she held his thick phallus in her fingers her mauve pink painted nails were a stimulating contrast to his brown skinned cock. She didn’t start stroking him straightaway. She gently rubbed her fingers against his tightly pulled taut skin. Her touch was enough for his precum to ooze out and drip to the floor. She smiled knowingly at how aroused he was. She would pull his skin slightly to expose only about a third of his reddish bud and even that would cause a drop of his precum to soil the floor. She saw those heavy sacs below his thick and long shaft. How full they must be with his potent seed. She should have waited for another day at least to be completely safe but she was willing to throw caution to the winds and let him bathe her womb with his life-giving fluid. She’ll handle any problem that arises later. She held his cock by the tip, the padded part of her palm below her index finger just after the tip of his cock. She pulled back so much so that three quarters of his bud was exposed before pushing front to close it once more. His pink bud was now an angry red, almost purplish as it was filled to bursting with his hot blood.
 
“Ahh… Ahhh…,” Prakash moaned at her expert handling of his cock. This is where no young girl could hold a candle to a mature sophisticated and experienced woman though Prakash to himself, and when that experienced woman was as beautiful and sexy as Mounika, it was sheer heaven.
 
Mounika took her time as she stroked him. Her fingers slowly started sliding further and further down his shaft till now his foreskin was fully pulled back before it was pushed up again. She looked up at his face and smiled with satisfaction. Her young lover was watching with fascination, as if he was mesmerised, at her fingers stroking his hot cock. She looked at the full-length mirror and felt a shiver in her body upon seeing their image. A muscular young man was standing with his muscles pulled taut as his impressive manhood was being jerked by the hands of a much older but glamorous woman who was also flushed with passion. She gently squeezed his balls as her stroking gained momentum. She didn’t want him to finish because her steaming pussy was awaiting that but she could feel that he was still far way off.
 
Prakash wanted more and he held her shoulders and pushed her down indicating what he wanted next. She immediately went on her knees in front of him showing she was eager for that too. She held his cock in her hands as her tongue licked his precum from the head of his cock. Prakash now looked into the mirror. He still could not believe this was happening. The wife of one of the richest men in the state was down in front of him as if she was his slut. A woman who was always spoken to with deference. A woman who could command other men and women to do her bidding. A woman who was only just a few years younger than his mother. But here she was licking his cock as if that was her most fervent desire. As her hair was tied in a ponytail he could see those luscious red lips so near his swollen cock. Satisfied she had cleaned him fully with her tongue, she kissed his cock as if it had been a good and obedient boy.
 
Prakash was losing his control he wanted those soft sweet lips to be wrapped around his thick shaft. “Suck Mounika, sss..  take my cock in your mouth,” he croaked overcome with desire. She looked at his face and batted her eyelids as she took the bulbous head of his pleasure pole in her mouth. Because of girth she had to open her mouth wider than she ever had to do for her husband. Then again she had no experience of any other cock. This was just the second male organ to enter her mouth. Prakash moaned as he could feel her tongue work underneath the head of his cock. From just sucking his head she took a little more into her mouth coating that part too with her saliva. Mounika could feel his cock pulsating in her mouth. She sucked hard rubbing the hot skin of his cock with her wet lips. She was amazed by her own actions. She had not taken this much of an effort when pleasuring her husband with her mouth. She stroked his cock as her head bobbed front and back. More blood gushed into his erectile tissue by her stimulation causing his cock to expand to a level it had not reached before.
 
“You’re a born cocksucker, Prakash grunted as she took him to greater heights of pleasure. This was the first time in her life she had been called a cocksucker. No one would dare not even her husband but his words caused her to secrete even more of her love juice. For the first time she did something she had never done while giving a blowjob. She started frigging her own cunt as she suckled on his rod. Her finger tips rapidly rubbed circles around her erect love bud causing her to float towards another orgasm. He would have love to have her continue sucking him but he was aware of their limited time. He pulled her up and she reluctantly let his cock pop out of her mouth. He kissed her fiercely before easily lifting her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he took the few short steps to his bed. Her rolled her on to the bed and she lay on the bed and looked at him invitingly. She wet her lips as she saw his impressive manhood dripping with her saliva.
 
“Spread you legs baby,” he commanded as he got on to the bed.
Like a dutiful mistress she spread her legs wide pulling them up to her ample chest. With her first two fingers of both her hands she held her cunt lips open for him to show her readiness to receive his massive pole inside her love channel. This high society family woman, the wife of one of the states prominent citizens was on lying her back opening her pussy like a bitch in heat for her illicit lover to shove his hard pole inside of her. Her cheating once chaste cunt was soaking wet for the handsome hunk who had pushed her into adultery.
 
“Fuck me baby, I want your massive cock in me, fuck me, make me your bitch,” she cried out hoarsely.
 
Prakash hurriedly got in between her legs and put them on his shoulders. She reached in between his legs and pulled his cock to her pussy. She rubbed his wet bud against her wet opening. The two wetness combined to cause a sloshing sound.
“hng.. hng… ,” she moaned as she stimulated her own arousal. Prakash did not push his cock in but let Mounika rub it on her cunt and make herself hornier. He saw her half-closed eyelids, her swooning eye balls and her contorted facial muscles as she was in the grip of tremendous lust. He was so proud that this gorgeous housewife so desperately craved for his manhood. The image of Jayaker came to his mind. The dignified man who wielded great power over people. “Here his wife lay in an undignified manner with her legs open, forsaking all her marital vows, urging her young stud to hump her, to plough her sublime pussy and making her husband wear horns by her adultery,” Prakash thought with a sense of superiority about his manhood. He knew the horns here symbolised that of a male genital that was full of vigour and strength, in this case his virile phallus placed as a horn on the forehead of Mounika’s unsuspecting cuckolded husband. He pushed his cock in letting it slide inside her wet tunnel. As her grasping pussy gobbled up his hot shaft for the fourth time in the past week the horns on her husband’s forehead grew just a little bit longer.
 
“Hnngg…” she gasped as that enormous girth invaded her tight sheath.
 “Oohh god… yes… baby…ohh fuck me,” the once decorous housewife begged in abject surrender to the magnificent manhood of her young stallion.
He thrusted in and pulled out till only the tip of his ramrod erection was gripped by her splaying pussy lips. The tight skin of his cock was wet and shinning, generously coated by her amorous release. He thrust in back with vigour till now his pubic hair and hers merged together.  
“Arrgh… your killing me,” she wailed as pleasure caroused through her body. He thrust in again and again causing her to squeal with joy. She gripped his strong biceps hard as raw emotions burst through her.
“nngg… nnggg…. nngg… “ his every thrust brought a grunt as a response. Every time his cock plunged through her wet gripping pussy flesh pleasure shot through her entire body.
She pulled his body on to hers, she needed his lips on hers. The elegant woman who lay writhing below his body was his dream come true. The kissed passionately as they fucked. Divya sat in the living room wondering if Mounika was succeeding with her son. Coincidently right at the moment when his wife was being mercilessly humped by her young hunk of a lover her husband was thinking of the them as he took a small break from the files he was looking at. He was aware his wife had gone to see Prakash ostensively to talk to him and convince him. He wondered if she was getting her way with him. Little did he know it was more than that. She was getting more satisfaction than she dreamt of.  
 
Mounika saw their image in the mirror as Prakash fornicated with her. She saw his body undulating, starting from the broad shoulders and moving down to his hips as if in a wave as his love pole plunged in and out. She saw her own body move with the same correlation. It reminded her snakes mating. Her legs were wrapped over his. Her toes stretched out pointing downwards showing the ecstasy she was in. She did not realise how much out of control her passion was till she saw her hands gripping his strong muscular back. Her long fingernails were embedded in his flesh.
 
“Oh my poor darling ..am I hurting him,” she thought in dismay but she couldn’t loosen her grip as unimaginable bliss was surging through body. She had already come again bathing his rod with her release. But he kept going on and on carrying her to the crest of the next wave. Watching themselves in the mirror was like she was the star of a porn film that she was watching.
 
“Ohh.. fuck… Prakash   …. harder… baby harder…”
“aahh Mounika… my slut   sweet cunt… hump…”
Rivelets of sweat was running down their heated body. Mounika was ready to reach another peak. They had been humping furiously for over ten minutes now.
Prakash raised up his head and looked in her eyes. “I’m going to come baby.” He looked questioningly at her. She gripped his legs more tightly as her answer. He roared in pleasure at her go ahead. His hips moved like a jackhammer now. Their bodies thudded wetly. The bed creaked loudly. Mounika prayed Divya that the sound should not reach Divya. They were rapidly reaching for an almighty release. Mounika reasoning shut down but other parts of her brain lit up. She cried out, her body stiffened, her body shuddered, chemical reaction set off from her brain as waves upon waves of heavenly pleasure washed through her body. She was vaguely aware of the feeling of hot fluid spurting again and again into her spasming womb.
 
“He’s coming too,” she thought with rapture. He’s bathing my womb with his semen. “ohh yes  baby yes…”
She was aware she had bit him. Her trembling did not stop till almost a minute. Each time she jerked more pleasure streaked through her. Finally, she opened her eyes. The first thing she thought was to look in the mirror. He lay on top of her in exhaustion. Their body was shining because of the thin sheen of sweat covering them. Only then she realised she had drawn reddish streaks on his back. Her orgasm had been that mind shattering she had lost all control.
 
“Oh my poor baby,” she cried as she rained kisses on his face. He smiled at her with immense satisfaction.
“How was it honey?” he asked softly.
She looked at him lovingly. “Thank you sweetheart. To think I may have never known such bliss existed if I had not met you. I feel blessed to be a woman, blessed to be your lover.” They kissed with loving passion letting each other know about their feelings.  

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Have to say sorry to everyone. Have to confess that I had not written anything till I started yesterday evening. Have finished only a small portion of next episode. Was too engrossed watching the Euros, football championship in the evenings at the same timings that I am usually free to do my own thing and so could spend some time writing. Anyway I shall continue on today and hope to be able to post in another day or two.

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If you don't mind me saying this,
While the Lovemaking is going on between a couple, you are taking story to some other part of story, which spoil the Sex thrill from that lovemaking.
Story is showing under Thriller Genre, it has to change to Adultary

All my earlier stories had been under Adultery Genre so I decided to write a different type of story. In my earlier stories since it was mostly about a woman or women being seduced and committing adultery it was easier to keep that erotic aspect going on throughout. There are plenty of stories under the theme of adultery including cuckold and incest (the stories with the most response) in this site. If I go on that route this would just be another one on those themes. Maybe my next story can be on adultery but I want this story to be different, though in the story there are characters who have and/or are committing adultery but this has to come woven with the story. Hence there won't be continuous descriptions of the sex act in this story. I have started this as a thriller so let me finish this story as such. I'm aware that it would disappoint some of you and am sorry for that but I'll try to do maximum justice to this story in the genre I have chosen to write it in.

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Episode 13

Premavathi and Lekha were animatedly talking about the past events that had affected both of them. Actually, it was Premavathi who was doing most of the talking while Lekha was very subdued. They were in Lekha’s house as no one else was at home at that time. Premavathi wanted to know all that had happened in the interrogation by Dharana and Vajendra. There was concern on the part of Premavathi but only a small part of the concern was about Lekha and her problem. Premavathi’s major concern was what was the outcome of the interrogation as far as it would drag her into the investigation. If she got pulled in she knew that her husband Yogeshvar was not the forgiving type. All this was because of Lekha’s stupidity she fumed. She didn’t want to talk about this over the phone so she came directly to Lekha’s house.

 
“How could you be such a fool.” Premavathi was lambasting Lekha. She had listened to the Lekha as she recounted what had transpired in her interrogation by the two security officer officers. She was hugely relieved to know that she was not likely to be dragged into the matter.
 
“I don’t know Prema, I don’t know what made me start an affair with a man like Vinod,” Lekha answered with her head hung down in shame.
 
“You want to know why.. really know why. It was because your cunt was itching for another cock,” Prema replied bluntly. Lekha quickly looked up at Prema’s face and then hung down her head once more.
 
“If you wanted to fuck around behind your husband’s back why did you have to do it with a criminal? There are plenty of young men around who we can prey upon. Look Lekha we are still young enough and attractive enough to seduce young hunks to fuck us but we should also be smart about it. Choosing someone with a criminal background was never going to be wise.”
 
Lekha looked up at Prema, she was on the verge of tears. “I didn’t choose him, he chose me,” Lekha said in a low voice.
 
“So? Just like that you opened your legs for him. Didn’t you take a moment to think? Realise what you were getting in to?”
 
Lekha fell silent once more. “She’s the one to talk,” Lekha thought angrily to herself. “At least in my case this was my first real affair. The earlier incident was just a one-time fuck with a man, useless at sex, but this slut had been humping plenty of young men without any guilt for a number of years now.”
 
Prema looked at her friend sitting there forlornly. She felt pity for her. Maybe she had been too harsh with her. Poor thing she is already very frightened and confused let me also not upset her further. When she herself had an itchy cunt how could she fault her friend for having one too.
 
“Was this your first lover after your marriage?” Prema’s voice was much softer now.
Lekha looked at her friend in response to the tone of her friend’s voice. There was sympathy in the eyes of her friend. She felt a little more easier now. “Yes,” she responded though Vinod was actually the second man she had sex with after her marriage. The first one was for all purposes just a one-night stand. “Vinod was the first man I cheated my husband with,” she lied.
 
She’s not like me so it’s only natural she gave herself to the first man who succeeded in seducing her. If she was ripe for seduction it would mean either her husband was not able to sexually satisfy her or she felt bored and neglected. Whatever it may have been it just showed how vulnerable she was at that time and she responded to the first man who had aroused her interest, Prema thought to herself. It so happened and her bad luck that the man was also criminal. She was aware that some women’s interest was piqued by such dangerous men though that was not her nature. She was too worldly wise and level headed and knew better than risk a relationship with such men. But women like Lekha were fools, when a man is able to make their pussies ooze then all their judgement gets clouded. “Was your husband not taking care of your needs?” Prema asked with empathy.
“Yes.”
“Was he not good in bed?”
“No, not exactly. During our early years of marriage our sex life was quite good but for some time now it has become routine and boring …….  and infrequent,” Lekha said morosely.
 
Well Lekha’s story is not an unusual one thought Prema.  This is the situation prevailing for a majority of couples. In the early stages of marriage when the relationship is new and exciting even fairly routine and average sex would be satisfying. Many men are at the misconception that women can only be satisfied if they experience an orgasm but many women feel happy even when the big O is not achieved. In reality many women have difficulty in consistently reaching an orgasm and some never at all but still are happy with their sex lives. It is neglect and lack of care that causes greater dissatisfaction. Most women also get used to the situation and redirect their energy towards their children and family. Also pressures of managing a household and children (and careers in case of working women) all becomes more important. This is also when they are most vulnerable and susceptible to seduction. Even then the situation should also be conducive for it to happen. There has to be opportunity, that is meeting frequently and spending time alone together. Also, if there happens to be a place where it would feel safe if something were to happen and most importantly get that feeling of no fear of discovery. Attractive women who are in their twenties and thirties would always be targets for would be Romeos if all of the above situation prevails. Suddenly they start getting attention again. They start liking the care shown to them, the attempt to make them laugh and keep them happy. They are not drawn to the men because they sought to have sex with them but the liking they have developed for the seducer makes them give what that person wants namely their body. They want the care, attention and the amusing time spent together to continue. Even then only a few women can overcome their guilt and succumb to the charms of their seducer. The thrill of the new relationship and more importantly the thrill of indulging in the forbidden has an addition appeal making the sex seem even more satisfying than an ordinary relationship. If by chance the seducer happens to be also very good in bed the woman discovers a whole ne world of immense joy. That’s when the women involve in acts of sex they never thought they are capable of doing in their lives.
 
My case of course is completely different thought Premavathi. She always had a high libido. She was never going to accept anything less than what she expected and desired. When her husband’s desires waned, she sought her pleasure elsewhere. She was passed mid-thirties. Her sexual appeal and attractiveness won’t be there forever. She wanted to be fucked by men who did so because they desired her. She always feared reaching a point where she would have to seek the services of call boys to appease her sexual hunger. No matter how much she had tried to keep in shape and look youthful there were already the beginnings of signs of ageing. That’s where she envied that Mounika from their society circle. She was nearing fifty but yet looked younger than me Premavathi thought wistfully. On top of that she had such a gorgeous and elegant look. Most of the men seemed to drool when they saw her she thought jealously. Even that son of Divya … what was his name? Premavathi tried to recall with frowned forehead … ah yes … Prakash couldn’t take his eyes of her. He seemed to be awestruck by Mounika but Mounika simply ignored him. What a hunk he was. If he had shown that interest in me I would have him naked between my legs in a jiffy, Prema thought wistfully. She would love to find out the size of his tool and how it would feel inside her pussy.
 
Premavathi shook her head as if to get her back to the present. “Was he good in bed,” Premavathi asked Lekha about Vinod.
 
Lekha felt a bit shy about discussing her lover .. hmm no… her now dead lover with her friend. With her eyes looking at the floor she just nodded her head to indicate yes. Premavathi was amused on seeing her friend’s shyness. She had lost the ability to feel shyness long ago. “Come on Lekha, we are both adult married women. We have both been fucking outside of our marriage what is there for us to have this shyness between us,” Premavathi said with a laugh.
 
To Prema’s further amusement her words only made Lekha’s face flush red in embarrassment. She felt her ears burn hot. Prema now moved to sit beside Lekha, she lifted Lekha’s head in her two hands and looked deeply into her eyes. Their faces were less than a foot apart. Lekha became alarmed that Prema would start kissing her on her lips. She was keenly aware that Prema wanted and enjoyed all types of experiences as far as sex was concerned, was lesbian sex one of it? Lekha’s heartbeat started to storm to a great speed. She really did not know how she would react if Prema indeed kissed her on her lips .. not the little peck between friends but a deep and passionate kiss.
 
“Put away this shyness and tell me truthfully when I ask you.”
Lekha said,” okay” very softly.
 “Good, tell me was he good in bed? Did he fuck well?”
“Yes  … and yes,” Lekha murmured.
Premavathi smiled lewdly. “Hmm how many times have you two fucked?” she asked crudely.
After a bit of hesitation Lekha asked in confusion,” you mean in your cottage?”
This horny slut has been humped by him elsewhere thought Premavathi. She was aware her questioning was getting her pussy wet. Was it the same for Lekha too she wondered? She let go of Lekha’s head but she placed her hand on thigh and gently caressed it in circles. Prema saw Lekha’s body shiver slightly. Was Lekha getting as excited as her. Lesbian sex was not completely new to Prema. She had that experience when in college but that was not something that she craved for. It was just something kinky to try out. She had already tried a threesome, that is she with two young hot males but never a threesome where she and a woman have sex with one man. For Prema sex has to be experienced in all ways. She didn’t believe in rebirth so she believed if we miss the chance in this life then one is going to miss it forever. Prema’s eyes scanned Lekha up and down. This is a juicy piece of cunt, she is also craving for hot sex mmm… maybe it would be good to try this fantasy out with her.
“Did you have sex with him in your house? In your bed that you share with your husband? Prema felt a thrill in her pussy when she asked this. In spite of having fornicated with numerous lovers she had never done this in her own bed. She felt her pussy lips open and close at this thought. How exciting it would be to see her husband sleep peacefully in ignorance on the very same bed she had just been thoroughly pumped by her lover a few hours before. Unfortunately, this had to remain as just a fantasy. There was too much risk involved as there were too many servants around in the house at all times.
 
To Premavathi’s disappointment Lekha answered,” No, never in this house.”
“Then where?”
“In his car a few times… after that you helped out by lending your place.”
That is something else I’ve never done Premavathi thought, I’ll have to try that out too.
“Was he so desperate that he fucked you in the car itself when he first took you out?”
“You’re terrible Prema, you are asking me all these details. I’m feeling very awkward.”
“Common Lekha what is there between friends, if you want I’ll tell you about my first adulterous fuck experience. We women who are brave enough to seek our own pleasure should not be embarrassed about it. We should be proud that we believe our body belongs only to us and we have the right to share it with whoever we want.”
Lekha had never thought about it in these terms. Prema is right. My body belongs to me only. Even the law now says without my agreement even my husband doesn’t have the right to have sex with me. If only I can make every decision about my body then why can’t I decide who I want to have sex with. Just because of the mangal sutra my husband wore on my neck does it give him sole right to decide how that body can be used. Lekha felt a little bit easier in her mind now. I will sacrifice all other things for my husband’s political career but I have the right to seek pleasure through whoever give that to me in abundance.
 
“Well no, the first time we didn’t have sex.” Lekha thought for a second then said,” By that I mean there was no copulation but there was heavy petting involved.”
“Hmm,” Prema smiled,” What did he do? Did he do this?” Prema suddenly gave a quick press on Lekha’s boob.”
“Hey Prema, what are you doing,” Lekha protested as she gently rubbed where Prema had pressed hard. Prema simply grinned at her. Lekha’s breast had been soft and nice to press.
“Come on tell me all the dirty juicy details,” Prema said smiling broadly. Lekha couldn’t help herself. She too smiled along with her friend. Her friend’s talk had made her forget about her problems for the moment.
“He took my bra off and sucked my tits in the car itself.” Lekha’s tone was soft and sexy. Prema started to get very horny. Her hand automatically went to her own breast and started massaging it. Seeing this Lekha had a wicked desire to tease her friend further.
 
Lekha started speaking huskily. Her tone was very suggestive of the forbidden pleasure that she had enjoyed with her now dead lover.
“You know his fingers were doing circles around and playing with my navel as he sucked hard on my nipples. He was so good at chewing softly on my tits that I started leaking quite a bit.”
Lekha saw the earlier confident look on Prema face change to that of a woman who was getting aroused. This was Prema’s weakness. She was an incurable slut who was addicted to sex and who just happened to be born into a wealthy family. Maybe this was inherited who knows. Her mother, grandmother or some ancestor may also have been like this. In those days lewd behaviour would not have been as easy to hide as it was for Premavathi now. A high-class woman then indulging in salacious behaviour would have been a huge scandal at that time causing a lot of giggling and murmuring between servants, in the know of their mistresses’ behaviour.
 
“He pulled my saree up to my hips and just plunged his thick fingers into my cunt. I almost screamed out when he did that. He was a ruffian you know so he handled me roughly, I’ve never been handled like that.”
A small moan escaped Prema’s lips. Lekha saw her wet her lips with her tongue. Prema’s throat must be getting dry Lekha thought happily. The mood prevailing there now had completely changed from a few minutes ago. The atmosphere was now sexually charged. Lekha saw that Prema had her own (Prema’s) hand trapped between her thighs which was pressed tightly together. Prema must be pressing her own hand against her own pussy.
“Did you like how he handled you Lekha,” Prema asked not being able to recognise her own voice by how she sounded.
“Yes, very much. He was finger fucking me hard but his fingers knew all the right places to trigger my lust.”
“Oh god, yes,” Prema sighed out loud.
“Are you getting very horny Prema,” Lekha asked hoarsely. Prema didn’t really have to reply. Lekha already knew the answer. The whites of Prema’s eyes had now reddened in lust. Lekha liked this feeling of having control over her friend who previously had always dominated her through the force of her personality.
 
“Open your buttons and take out your tits Prema, I know you want to.”
Prema hesitated, Lekha accurately knew the emotions she was in.
“Don’t be shy, nothing to be embarrassed about in sex,” Lekha repeated Prema’s own words back to her. “I’ll tell you all the obscene details, you’ll love it.” Even Lekha’s suggestive tone can be so erotic Prema realised but still Prema hesitated. She realised that Lekha who had always deferred to her was now getting the upperhand. The worse thing is she was feeling helpless to stop it. Lekha now did something Prema never expected.
“This is not going to help you sitting like that,” Lekha said as she quickly undid the buttons on Prema’s shirt, reached in and freed her breasts from her bra cups. Prema’s nipples were erect and swollen showing how excited she was. Holding her forefinger back by her thumb Lekha flicked out her finger to sting her friend’s nipple.”
“Ssss..aww..” Prema moaned out. “idiot… idiot,” she scolded Lekha who simply grinned at her.
 
“My nipples were even harder that day when Vinod was sucking it for the first time than yours are now. Only that day I realised how thrilling it is if a man other than your husband did such a simple thing as suckling on your breast. Was it the same for you Prema? She asked in conspiratorial tone. We are such adulterous sluts revelling in sharing the lewd details of our infidelity, Lekha thought to herself. In wanting to excite Prema now she herself was deeply aroused recalling the vulgar details of her crude behaviour with her lover. Her own hand reached inside her blouse to pinch on her nipple.
“This is not fair, take out your tits too,” Prema cried out to Lekha.
Seeing her friends point Lekha unhooked her blouse and took out her own tits. Lekha’s breasts were fuller than the older woman’s breast though both the pairs were equally attractive. While these two high class married sluts were sitting with their tits hanging out another important matter was developing elsewhere at that very moment.
 
Gowranga was talking to Arun. Arun had been away without telling him but Gowranga could not or rather didn’t want to question him about that. Not only he but some other members of their gang were strongly suspicious that Arun was somehow involved in taking out Vinod.  Gowranga knew that Arun was upset with him for not supporting him in getting his revenge for Arun’s brother’s death. Gowranga had other priorities. He had to regroup, strengthen and seek the right time to make his move. With Bogan’s death Balveer had become too powerful. If he had gone head on against him a big struggle for control would have taken place. Balveer would have become the likely winner and Gowranga’s own organisation may have been taken over by Balveer. So, he tolerated everything. Balveer’s muscling in on his territory, little by little, taking over some of his business. But all the time he was watching, probing for weaknesses he could exploit. He didn’t come to this position using brawn alone. For that there were plenty of men like the dead Bogan and the still alive Arun. They were dispensable pawns normally easily replaced except for some special fellows like the now dead Bogan of his gang and Vinod of Balveer’s gang. It looks like he had misjudged Arun. He could possibly be good enough to replace his brother to lead the others.
 
“Tonight, the money and shipment are going to be exchanged. This was always our deal which Balveer had hustled into. Tonight, we take it back.” Arun was talking emphatically.
 
“Are you ready for it? Are you confident we can succeed?” Gowranga asked.
“Yes, we can do it.”
“It would be disastrous if we mess this up. We can let this go but hit back later.”
“No boss, we have to do it now.” Arun had a feeling that Gowranga was losing his ruthlessness. Maybe he was getting soft with too much of easy living. Most of the men are now loyal to him especially when they suspected he was the one to kill Vinod. They felt their honour had been redeemed by that revenge. Maybe the right time will come when I get rid of Gowranga and take over the organisation.
“How many men would you need?”
“Most of our men. Balveer would not expect that we would strike back so quickly. The surprise element is going to be our weapon,” Arun replied.
“Okay go ahead. You pull this off without any problems and I will officially name you to replace your brother,” Gowranga promised.
Arun just smiled, a crooked smile. If he pulled this off and he is going to be big in the eyes of his men not Gowranga.
They were aware that not only they but Balveer’s gang was currently under greater surveillance by the security officer. Everything had to be planned out carefully.
 
Back in Lekha’s house, Prema’s skirt was pulled up to her waist. Her fingers had pushed aside her panties and was on her pussy lips. Likewise, Lekha’s saree was pulled up to her waist. Her panty was dangling around her left ankle. Her middle finger was inside her pussy. Her cunt was covered by week old growth of pussy hairs.
 
“Tell me Lekha what he did next,” Prema asked her voice dripping with lust.

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Episode 14

“Tell me Lekha what he did next,” Prema asked her voice dripping with lust.

 While these two horny housewives were busy getting aroused speaking about Lekha’s sexual exploits another horny couple were looking at each other and smiling in exhaustion.
 
“Just one day has passed and yet I missed this already,” Mounika said as she fondled Prakash’s greasy and now half erect cock. It was greasy because it had been bathed by a mixture of their love juices.
Prakash leaned towards her and kissed her on her rosy lips. “I’ve been missing you from the moment we parted, I’m just crazy for you.” he said looking into her eyes with a mixture of love and lust.
Mounika kissed her young hunk once more, letting her tongue peek into his mouth, being very happy to hear how much he needed her. She couldn’t still completely believe how a virile, young and handsome man could crave her forty-eight years old body, albeit the body was still svelte and sexy. But there were literally thousands of much younger females whose body would also fit that description, so why me she wondered. Was the added attraction because I’m married and he was successful in seducing another man’s wife? That didn’t explain everything either. There are plenty of gorgeous and sexy married women in their twenties and thirties whom he could have targeted. Mounika was certain that there would have been quite a few of them who would have been ripe for seduction by a charming and handsome hunk like Prakash. This thought though made her feel jealous and she was so happy he chose her over others for whatever reason. The only person who would have regretted Prakash’s decision, if he had known about it of course, would have been Jayakar. If not for this decision by Prakash, his wife’s faithful married pussy would not have been violated by another man’s cock.
 
Mounika traced her fingers on his cheek with love and asked,” Why darling, I’m an old woman, why are you crazy about me. There are so many beautiful young women around, even married ones if that is your motivation, why me?”
Prakash nuzzled his face into her slender neck as he spoke. “Why do we fall for a particular person when so many others equally attractive are around? That’s because there is an instant connection. Every time you see that person your heart skips a beat, just inexplainable.” He kissed her neck letting his tongue lick her wet flesh. As he spoke his cock in her hand had sprung back up ready to go again.
“The appetite for sex of youth, how am I going to manage this,” Mounika thought to herself, her body shivering at the prospect of more pleasure from her ardent young love.
“If I could only send my mom away for a few hours now, we can have another leisurely round.”
Only now Mounika came to her senses. Good god Divya would be waiting for me she worriedly thought. Mounika was shaken up. Lust had made her forget the purpose of this visit. Here she was in Divya’s son’s embrace with the son’s thick semen slowly leaking out from her pussy and the mother was not more than thirty meters away. Not only that the semen flowing out reminded her of the other danger. What if Prakash’s virile little buggers succeeded in reaching her egg and knocked her up? I should have waited another day to be certain to be safe, why was I so itchy that I had to be laid today itself she cursed her own weakness. She had always been a restrained and fastidious woman and now Prakash is making her behave like a lovesick wanton woman. She didn’t realise how true her assessment of herself was because all this while her dainty fingers were absentmindedly stroking his rock-hard large cock. Prakash pulled her nipple into his mouth and started sucking it.
 
Mounika grabbed his head and pulled it off her breast. Her erect nipple was pulled out from his mouth with an audible plop. She almost laughed on seeing the disappointment in his face. “Listen, we’ve got to talk first, it’s important.”
Prakash was in a different mood. His fingers entered her cunt still spewing out his semen and started rubbing inside her honey pot. His thumb quickly located her swollen clit and rubbed in circles around it.
“Hnngg…Hnngg… listen baby, listen, sss…,” Mounika pleaded battling his taunting of her willpower to resist him and her own desires that were urging her to give in to him.
Prakash locked his lips with her to eat any words she attempted to mutter. Her eyelids closed as she lost herself in the passionate liplock. His tongue probed inside her sweet mouth and she was helpless but to welcome its invasion of her mouth. The pleasure that his fingers was causing to build up in her had also made her grip his large pole harder. Her stroking of his cock became faster as the pleasure rose within her. Somehow she forced herself to grip his wrist and prevent the hand that was busy in her pussy from moving.
 
She forcibly pulled his head off and pleaded,” darling please listen to meee…. Oohh….”
She may have stopped his hand from moving by holding his wrist tight but could not stop his fingers from wriggling inside her wet hole. “No honey, stop it… what are you doing… aww….”
“I’m getting you ready to fuck me,” Prakash grinned mischievously.
“No no your mother’s waiting, we have to talk.” Mounika’s voice was a deep groan.
Prakash looked at her luscious red lips as she spoke. “Okay but suck my cock first.”
“You buffalo don’t be stubborn, I will always be there for you my darling baby, I’ll do it as many times as you want but not now.”
“Please Mouni just for a little while my cock is aching for your mouth,” Prakash was like an adamant child. Also, this was the first time he had called her Mouni like his mother would. She liked it when he called her like that.
“Please listen Prakash, we need to talk first.”
“Please,” he said again with a puppy dog look.
That look not only pulled at her heart strings but also caused a pleasant stirring in her groin.
 
He won’t listen till he get’s his way she knew that very well. Without another word she went down to his lap. His wet cock was pointing straight to her lips. She knew that the wetness was both her secretion and his life fluid. Without hesitation she opened her mouth wide and wrapped those sexy red lips around his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down rapidly, surprising him with her vigour. He moaned loudly as pleasure shot through him. She pulled his foreskin completely back as she suckled on that massive stalk. She was getting horny too but after a minute she tried to pull his cock out from her mouth but he would nit let her. Finally after sucking him for almost three minutes she was able to prise her lips away from his hot manhood.
“Okay, can we talk now,” She looked at him with mock anger.
When he said okay to that she was both pleased he was finally listening to her and a little disappointed he didn’t insist on fucking her. But he had other ideas. He pulled her up to sit on his lap with her thighs over his and pushed his cock inside her pussy. This had the effect of squishing out some of his semen that was still in her cunt.
“Ahh.. aww… what are you doing you idiot,” she scolded him but her moist love tunnel eagerly gripped on to his pleasure pole. What a mess we are making Mounika thought to herself. What would the servants who cleaned up his bed tomorrow would think.
“You wanted to talk, now talk,” Prakash said as he held her by her hips and easily pulled her in and out.
“Anngg… anngg… Your mother … ohhh… Is proposing…. Ahh .. ahh.  Baby… something for hhuhhu uhhuhhu..  your marriage.”
Prakash had a devilish look on his face. He was greatly enjoying her struggle to speak.
“How am I going to tell him,” Mounika groaned to herself as she rode his rod.
 
 Over in Lekha’s house, both Lekha and Premavathi very equally aroused.
“Tell me Lekha what he did next,” Prema asked her voice dripping with lust.”
“He asked me to come with him to the back seat. I was certain he was going to fuck me there.”
“So, did you?” Prema asked eagerly.
“No, I refused.”
“But why? You went there to be fucked didn’t you,” Prema was bewildered.
“I didn’t want him to think of me as being cheap, giving in fully the first time itself.”
“Bullshit,” was the exasperated reply from the lustful housewife Prema. “What does it matter what fellows like that think. We are not going to fall in love with them, we are just going to use their cocks for our own pleasure.” As far as Premavathi was concerned that’s they were, just a piece of meat to be used and discarded. In reality she had very little respect for the men who pleasured her. She had become so annoyed with Lekha’s answer that she had stopped rubbing her clit.
 
“No, I wanted him to fuck me too, I just wanted to pretend as if I am reluctant. I expected that he would insist and force me but I was so surprised and disappointed when he didn’t”
Now Premavathi got interested again. “Did you have that much of the hots for him?”
“Oh yes, we’ve been chatting over a month. We had so many hot conversations. I lost count of the number of times I had fingered my pussy imagining Vinod shoving his large cock inside me. I was so looking forward to the day it would become a reality.”
“Had he shown you his cock before that?” Prema asked with excitement.
“Yes, he did,” Lekha said recalling the day she first set eyes on his magnificent tool.
“How??”
“That rogue sent me a video clip of some bitch giving him a blowjog.”
“Oooo that’s so nasty and vulgar,” Premavathi said but the excited smile on her face indicated the thrill she felt on hearing this.
“Yeah but that bastard had made me leak copiously on seeing that smutty video. I was so jealous of that bitch it should have been my mouth gobbling his cock. I was desperate to see it for real.”
 
 Any ordinary people listening to these women would have been shocked that these women could speak so vulgarly. Their opinion of high society housewives would have changed forever. Their language was as coarse as that of roadside whores.
“So, did he show his pecker to you that day?”
“More than that he made me unbuckle, unzip and take his dick out. Ooo.. it was so hot and throbbed in my hand.”
Prema started putting two fingers into her cunt again and so did the other ‘chaste’ housewife Lekha. “How big was it? Prema asked swallowing her saliva.
“Big, very big.”
“I know you hot slut,” Premavathi said calling her friend a slut for the first time. To be fair to Premavathi that was an apt description of Lekha. For that matter that description would suit her even more than Lekha. “How big … that is how many inches was that piece of meat.”
“How would I know I didn’t take a measuring tape along with me.” Both the women laughed when Lekha said this.
“We don’t have to. Men will always boast about how large they are to their women. I sometimes think that the first thing they do when they become a young adult is to measure their length and girth.” Lekha was very amused by these words from Prema.
 
“Vinod did not. He didn’t have to boast. He was confident that the sight of his cock would be arousing for any women. It had to be over eight inches and quite thick.” These two women were so unaware of their own shallowness. Just like the men they too were just as curious as the men to know the size of their lovers’ tools.
“How did you know that then?”
“Well Rakesh is six inches, Rakesh actuallu told me that. I made a mental comparison between them based on that,” Lekha said telling Premavathi of her husband’s vital dimensions.
“Oh, Rakesh is six inches,” Prema said her voice belying her surprise,” my Yokeshwar barely touches five. These two floozies were unabashedly talking about their husband’s private part measurements.
 
Premavathi has had experience with men who were just that size, six inches that is. There were especially two men she remembered who had given her immensely pleasurable and satisfying sex. In fact, they were better than quite a few men who were bigger hung then them. Some men with bigger cocks had only caused pain and disappointment. Premavathi was very aware of women’s sexuality. A women’s sexual passage is only about three and a half inches or so. Even when they become extremely aroused it may expand to not more than double that. So, anyone who is equipped to be around seven inches would be already likely hitting on the women’s cervix. Anything more is surplus to requirements. Besides the woman’s pleasure spots are located much higher in the passage, within easy access, even to fingers. It was just that the sight of a very large pleasure pole was visually stimulating to many women. In some cases, it was frightening too.
 
“What else did you do after you took it out.”
“What else I started stroking his cock. My fingers were just about able to wrap completely around that hot flesh.”
Premavathi felt a shiver run through her, listening to her friend describe to her about her friend’s lover’s cock. What a pity he got murdered. Maybe she would have been tempted to give him a try too. Just like the men who got a thrill in stealing another man’s wife, tearing into with their cock into a pussy that belonged to another man, so too women too get a thrill when they cheated on their men. Not only because they were indulging in something forbidden and lewd but the thrill of putting one over their husbands. Sitting demurely and having a normal conversation with their husbands while feeling in their cunt the wetness of their lover’s hot seed that had spurted inside not long ago was a different kind of thrill. Some of the more nasty women among them like Premavathi would like to go further and seek to have sex with their husband’s that night itself. Describing how their unsuspecting husbands had eaten their pussy when the next time their lovers were humping them would result in a more terrific orgasm, both for them and their lovers. The poor husbands would be totally unaware that their ‘faithful’ wives’ lovers would be mocking them contemptuously as they ploughed their cocks into their wives eager and willing cunts. These lewd and bawdy thoughts running in her mind made Pemavathi’s fingers move faster in and out of her hot sheath.
 
“What did you do then? Premavathi’s questions now were accompanied by her soft moans and so were the replies from Lekha.
Vinod’s body still lay in the morgue as the investigations were still ongoing. He could never become aware that two high society bitches were getting off thinking about his cock that was now lying limp on his thigh.
“What else, I took it in my mouth. It was so good to suck. Sshhhhaaa…” Lekha’s fingers were working faster on her slit.
“You enjoyed sucking it Lekha, mmm… mmm… what a bitch you are sucking a stranger’s cock the first time he showed it to you.”
 
“Ahh..ahhh.. I’m getting close Prema,” she said as she saw her friend’s hand also moving rapidly inside her wet slit. “I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth.”
“We are both the same type of sluts Lekha, I like to make my lovers squirm by using my mouth too.”
“hhmm.. hhmm… Sucking a lover’s cock is so much more exciting then my husband’s.”
“I know the feeling,” Premavathi agreed with her.
“He swelled and throbbed in my mouth as he shot his load….AAahhhhh.” Lekha came at the same time as she said that closing her eyes as she let the waves of pleasure wash over her body. She heard a loud moan at the same time. She smiled to herself. Prema was also having her orgasm at the same time.
 
It was another twenty minutes later when Premavathi was back to her normal self and was about to leave Lekha’s home.
“Wait another two weeks Lekha, I’ve got a prime piece of meat, just twenty-five and eight and a half inches of delicious thickness. He’ll help you forget Vinod.”


“You are ready to share Prema?” Lekha asked with interest.
“Yes, sharing in a way, he’s going to do both of us together.” Premavathi had not touched Lekha today nor had Lekha touched her but she wanted to go through her fantasy of female, male, female threesome with Lekha as her choice. Today was just for them to get used to seeing each other naked and get excited in seeing women pleasuring themselves. Two weeks from now their fingers may not necessarily be restricted to their own cunts.

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Episode 15

Dharana and Vajendra were in deep conversation. “Lekha is not involved in Vinod’s murder in any way, anyway that is the impression I got when questioning her,” said Dharana to Vajendra.


“That is what I’m thinking too sir, first seeing her nervousness I thought maybe she knew more than she is letting on but later listening to her I changed my mind.

“The nervousness Vajendra is just the fear that this would lead to her husband finding out about her adultery.”

“That is what I don’t understand sir. These women like, Lekha and that Premavathi have everything they want. More than that they have their husbands for their sexual needs yet they sleep around with other men. At least this Lekha was sleeping with Vinod alone but that Premavathi has even set up a love nest for her illict sexual activities. That woman has got no morals, no shame,” Vajendra’s voice betrayed his vehement disapproval of these two women’s behaviour.

Dharana laughed out annoying Vajendra further. He looked at Vajendra kindly. Vajendra had the reputation for strictness and honesty. He was also socially very conservative, quite straightlaced in his outlook and had set himself and believed that everyone should have a high moral code of conduct. The pace at which societal norms are evolving is sometimes very bewildering to him. He should have been born fifty years before this Dharana thought to himself with amusement.
 
“Things are not like before Vajendra, don’t let that affect you too much. Behaviour of men and women are going to be changing even more rapidly in the near future. Getting upset about it is not going to help.”

“Why sir, why should it be so. To be honest this is the first case that I am dealing with that involves people in high level of society and frankly I find their behaviour disgusting.”

This is simply the way he is, Dharana concluded, he is not going to change his views so he decided to change the subject. “Really, you didn’t have any cases involving rich people before?”

“Yes sir, my earlier cases involving human relationships were all related to people in the middle and lower classes of society. It would be someone who causes problems to the girl’s family because of one sided love, or a girl eloping with the wrong type of men who after using her sells her to prostitution, things like that.”

“I see. You never came across any case where a person cheated on the spouse?”

“There was sir but usually it would be complaint against the man for negligence of the family because he had illegally set up another family.”

Are you sure? No cases where women in the middle classes who cheats on her husband?”

Vajendra was uncomfortable in this line of questioning by his ACP. “There were cases sir where in one case the stupid woman eloped with her lover leaving her husband and children behind. In another extreme case the woman along with her lover murdered the husband and disposed of the body, of course they were caught. But at least sir even in these cases we could understand to a certain level their reasons for action. The women though completely wrong, had at least fallen in love and had therefore fallen prey to the men. These high society women are doing it just for fun.”
 
“Things have changed and is continuing to do so Vajendra. It’s not only rich people but even more and more people in other levels of society are getting involved in casual relationships.”

“I can see that sir, that what’s painful to see. Why is this happening more frequently nowadays?
Dharana could see that Vajendra was perplexed.

“Society has changed Vajendra. There had never been opportunities like now for bad behaviour to happen. Joint families are rapidly diminishing and no older people at home like some sort of moral guardians. Those days all the neighbours knew each other so no one would dare do anything illicit in their own homes, nowadays a lot of families live in flats and apartments were our neighbours are strangers to us. Man and wife both go to work and when they return in the evening go straight inside their house being too tired to socialise.”

Vajendra nodded seeing the validity of his ACP’s points. “I understand sir but then why should they still cheat on the person they love and got married to.”
 
“Look around you Vajendra, see how people’s behaviour has changed. Those days men and women were rarely friends or got to socialise together. Even if they were, when they meet they would stand a few feet away when greeting each other. Nowadays a hug is an accepted way of greeting between close friends. Women have become desensitized to the touch of a man other than their husbands. Agreed in most cases it is a very innocent and sincere greeting between close and true friends but in a few cases it is misused by men who have other motives.”

Vajendra was listening intently to what Dharana was saying. Seeing the concentration on Vajendra face Dharana smiled to ease the tension.
 
“I’m not saying I’m absolutely right in every ting I’m saying, it’s just my conclusion based on my personal observations and understandings.”

“You can see Vajendra it’s so easy for even strangers to become friends because of the social medium. This could never happen before. So many women become trapped here. Many start a casual friendly communication with men whose background and motives they hardly know. Their intention is merely to have a friend and nothing more than that. This is where it gets dangerous when the man has other intentions in this. A man and a woman getting opportunity to spend a lot of time together is oftentimes very dangerous, even if that time is at a distance and is only through their mobiles or computers. More often than not eventually they’ll end up meeting in person.”

Dharana was more worldly wise in this type of matters. He has seen way more than Vajendra on these things happening then Vajendra has.
“If that man can carry on an interesting and humorous communication a natural liking and closeness develops. The next dangerous phase is eventually the two will start sharing personal issues. The woman involved in this is usually but not always someone who is neglected, who has a lot of free time or who is bored and looking for some excitement in life. There are plenty of men who are sexual predators whose ultimate goal is getting those women into their beds.  If the woman happens to be married then the conquest is doubly thrilling. Now this is happening in all levels in society.”
“So Vajendra not just the woman is to be blamed but also the men.”
 
“I know sir, and it is so sad. These women either seek on their own or are pushed into seeking pleasure from someone else.”

“The funny thing is Vajendra, half the time the seducers are no better lovers than their own husbands or boyfriends. It is just the thrill of it and the sinful nature of the sex makes it seem more enjoyable than it actually is.”

Vajendra just shook his head as if he was having difficulty in wrapping his mind around it.

“Anyway, we have digressed much from the case. We can almost rule out Lekha’s husband Rakesh as being involved in this. We have been observing him for one week now and he seems to be busy with his party duties and he seems relaxed, smiling and happy. Not at all like a man who is aware his wife had been having sex with another man without his knowledge.”

“Yes sir, also Lekha really didn’t know much about Vinod and she definitely had nothing to do with his murder. She was so relieved sir when you finally told her that we would try our utmost not to drag her involvement with Vinod into the case.”

“She was, wasn’t she,” Dharana smiled. “No point in getting her marriage into trouble unnecessarily. We can’t be acting like the moral security officer. She’s not the first and certainly won’t be the last wife to cheat on her husband. But the people who murdered Vinod knew about the affair. They have used this to kill him. They must have observed his routines for a long time. Probably this was the only place he went on a set routine, all alone and to a lonely place. His lust in wanting to sleep with a high society woman has cost his life.”
 
“What about Manohar sir, would he have hired someone to kill Vinod thinking he had slept with his wife?”
“No highly unlikely. Padmavathi is probably sleeping with half a dozen men. If he needed to eliminate his wife’s lovers he would have a few more murders to go. Premavathi’s involvement is also only incidental. It was just that her place was used for the sexual rendezvous.”

“So, this was no lead at all, we are back to square one.”

“Vinod was a criminal. He was suspected of killing almost a dozen men. I’m not too bothered about solving his murder Vajendra. My concern is it does not start a gang war and create danger for the public and a headache for us. We need to see that this is contained.”

“But still we need to solve this if we can shouldn’t we?”

“We will certainly try Vajendra. It’s been just about a week since the murder but already there is no reports on this in the media. Typical isn’t it. In these fast times of instant news this murder is already something of the past and is not in the people’s attention.” 
“So, what do we do now sir?”

“We keep a tight watch over both Balveer and Gowranga gangs. My hunch is it has somehow gang related to them. We are at a dead end, hope something breaks open.
 
Prakash and Mounika were fucking in a sitting position. He grabbed her rounded soft buttocks and pulled her in as close to his body as possible. His hard cock was pushed into her till no part of his stalk was visible outside. Her breasts were pressed splashed on to his muscular chest. Mounika had both her arms fully around his neck. They kissed passionately. Every now and then lips parted from each other a couple of inches before they enjoined once more with their tongues leading the way. Their sloppy kiss causing a generous exchange of saliva. Mounika could feel his cock twitch in her wet sheath that gripped it tightly milking it. There was just unadulterated lust in her now. Lust for the virile young hunk of a man. Lust for the untold amount of pure pleasure his hard flesh was causing to flood her whole body.
 
She buried her face in his neck and spoke to him. She was panting and her words came in short gasps. “Your mum wants you to marry Sandhya.”
Prakash enjoyed the sounds of her moans as he pulled her in and out by her fleshy buttocks. “I want you more than your daughter.”
Mounika licked his neck and then nibbled it. “I want you to be mine too not my daughters.”
“Are you jealous of your daughter baby.”
“I’ll be jealous of whichever girl who is with you.”
 
They continued to fuck furiously. He quickly turned her over so that he was on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him against her soft body. She relished lying crushed beneath the manly body of her lover. Every time his not pole slid in and out of her wet honey pot a bit more of her body and soul became his to command.

“Fuck me honey.. fuck me always. No matter who is your wife I want to be your fuck doll.”
Mounika was beyond caring if her loud moans can be heard by his mother. “Is it okay with you if I marry Sandhya?”

Their bodies rubbing against each other was pushing their joy higher and higher. “Do you want to marry my daughter?” Mounika asked in surprise as Prakash had never indicated any such interest before.
“Yes, because it gives me the opportunity to be with you without raising suspicions.”

Mounika was in heaven because Prakash’s interest in any woman, even her own daughter was because of Prakash’s desire to be with her. But her motherly instinct was also in place.
“I don’t want my daughter to have a loveless married life. I know the loneliness first hand.”
Prakash bent down and took her nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard a few times. “mmhhaa.. mmhhhaa…” Mounika gasped and moaned. Her slammed into his waist fast a few times.

“You think your daughter is not going to be happy with me,” he grinned.
Knowing he was mocking her she bit him lightly on his cheek. “I’m not talking about sex, I know she’ll be in heaven, just don’t neglect her.”
“No, I won’t neglect her and you.” She was thrilled that she was always going to be a part of his plans.
 
There was no more time for words, only time for moans and cries of pleasure. He fucked fast and frantically knowing they had already taken too much time. Prakash was all humps, grumps and sweat and Mounika was all, kisses, shrieks and claws. He waited for her to come in shuddering joy and he followed suit soon after in filling his possibly future mother in law. Mounika and Prakash dressed up quickly. Mounika waited for a while till the flush in her face was not obvious. They had a quick passionate kiss before going downstairs to meet Divya.
 
Divya looked at Mounika anxiously wanting to know the result of their discussion. She had been losing patience as they had taken a little over three quarters of an hour. Little did she realise that she had been standing guard for her son and her friend to have a fantastic fornication session.

“So Mouni, what did he say,” she asked with trepidation.
“Your son has filled me with happiness,” she smiled. “Two times to be exact,” she thought to herself impishly.
Divya’s face too brightened in happiness. “You are okay with this,” Divya asked her son happily.
“It was much more than okay,” Prakash said looking at Mounika meaningfully. Mounika blushed knowing what he really was meaning.

“What?” his mother asked in confusion.

“No Ma, I meant I’m more than okay with the suggestion but it would only be with Sandhya’s full acceptance. No one should force her.”

“You meet her, get to know her well, she’ll definitely not be able to resist you,” Divya said very confident in her son’s charm and good looks.

“Even a married lady like me couldn’t resist him Divya, how would my daughter be able to do so,” Mounika mused.

It felt strange to her that she was preparing to share Prakash with her daughter. Or rather truth be said after her daughter’s marriage to Prakash she still wanted a share of her daughter’s husband. A dirty thought entered her mind. The same cock that enters her daughter’s vagina would also be invading hers. That lovably rascal Prakash would probably relish that. Rather than some unknown woman taking Prakash as her own at least let it be her daughter. Maybe her jealousy won’t be so great then. When her own flesh and blood carries Prakash’s progeny she would at least vicariously feel she was carrying it herself.
 
The subject of the three people’s thought and discussion was right at that moment was on all fours on the edge of a bed. Sandhya’s lover, Rajesh was standing on the floor and holding her hips as he slammed his condom covered cock into her pussy. This was their second round of sex. His cock though not as impressive as Prakash’s was still more than adequate in giving her pleasure.
 
“Come on baby, fuck me, fuck hard,” She exhorted her lover’s further efforts.
Rajesh was slamming in his cock as hard as he could. Her cunt lips were being dragged in and out as he fucked this libidinous rich bitch. Sandhya had been this highly aroused because of her suspicion that her mother was getting another piece of hard meat on the side. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine who it could be that was plunging his penis into her mother’s cunt as Rajesh’s cock went in and out of her pussy. She tried to think of the most handsome men in her parent’s circle of friends. Nobody less would have been able to seduce her mom.
 
Could it be uncle Gautham? Maybe uncle Sanjay? She couldn’t really guess. Maybe it was just a call boy? Nah, her mother won’t go so cheap. Besides she was still so beautiful that she could have a pick of any man she wants, even young men. Oh yes, maybe that is it, the thought stuck in her. Maybe her mother’s lover was much younger to her. This was so deliciously dirty. Imagine a young virile hunk fucking her mother and her mother making love to that man very passionately. That very thought sent Sandhya into a minor orgasm. Maybe somebody as young as Rajesh. Now who among the people they know has that potential. Could it be that … Prakash… God he was so handsome. She even felt a little jealous if it was to be him. She was attracted to Prakash but he had showed no interest in her. She imagined Prakash shoving his large cock into her mom’s pussy as she was in the same position she was with Rajesh now. Of course, he would have a large and juicy one, she imagined. The manliness and virility he exuded suggested that as to be obvious. Imagine her mother moaning and spasming as Prakash fucked her. Sandhya closed her eyes as she shook violently in a massive orgasm. Rajesh who had been holding off with difficulty for some time now gratefully shot his own semen into the condom. He didn’t realise it then his dreams of making Sandhya fall in love with him and marry him was going to remain just that. That is only a dream.

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Once again superb update MrWriter, can we expect any of These Lovemakings in upcoming updates
1. Mounika-Rajesh
2. Premavathi-Prakash
3. Lekhasree-Prakash
4. Divya-Mouni's Son

There is likely to be a scene with Premavathi, Lekhashree and another man but other pairings if it doesn't jell with the story it cannot be brought in. The only possibility that can come here as part of the story is Premavathi - Prakash.

Awesome.....

Sandhya is like her mother ?

From my story I have tried to convey them as two different character types. Mounika had been faithful for all these years in spite of benign neglect and loneliness. Many men had tried to seduce her but she had been steadfast even though she suspected her husband wasn't so. In a moment of weakness and in a sense that time has passed her life was not completely fulfilled, she succumbed to Prakash's seduction. A young handsome and virile male had pursued her causing her defenses to crumble and yield to him. Long years of built up frustrations were also a reason for her loss of self control. The excitement of the new relationship and the never before experienced pleasures from her young lover had made her fall head over heels for him. Mounika is not the type who would sleep with just about anyone just for pleasure.
Sandhya is completely different. She is a spoilt brat who things her wealth gives her the privilege to lead her life as she wishes. She doesn't value relationships and men for her are there only for her use and to be discarded when it becomes boring. She is aware that there won't be lack of suitors because of her inheritance. She believes her marriage would be arranged to someone from a family that would also result in advantageous business relationship for all. She is a shallow person who is willing to accept everything as long as she continues to have this very wealthy lifestyle. 
My appreciation goes to all of those who have commented on the story.
Sandhya would have sex with just about anyone she takes a fancy to but her mother will not.

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Episode 16

Narcotics team was secretly surveying the Balveer gang. They had got a tip off that there was a big drug deal going on tonight. The city and its surroundings had a large coastline which was difficult to patrol. The coast guards have been told to monitor but not intercept any suspicious boat activities. They are only to indicate the spot where the goods (drugs) are to be unloaded. The security officer needed to catch them in the act. The homicide division is also getting involved with the narcotics team because of a murder of one of the powerful henchmen of a notorious gang. The security officer keeping watch reported unusual activity taking place from Balveer organisation’s main hothouse. Two jeeps of four men had left the place at around 12.45am.

 
Vajendra spoke to Dharana who was with DCP Paul at that time. “Sir two jeeps of men from Balveer’s gang have left and are being followed sir.”
 
“Are these the only people going? Are all their other known hangouts being monitored?” Dharana asked.
 
“Yes sir, there are no other activites except this. Our information is very reliable, today there is going to be drugs worth many crores in street value that is going to be smuggled in.”
 
“The commissioner has assigned a large force from the narcotics division for this seize and capture raid, make sure your men assist in this too,” DCP Paul instructed.
 
“Yes sir, ten of our men have joined forces with the narcotics team. Additional road blocks will be set up once the Balveer’s gang members have gone past. We don’t want to stop them going to the drug deal place, we need to capture them after it is done and they are on their way back. We need to follow them to see where their illegal warehouse is,” said Dharana.
 
“Make sure the men are properly armed and attired, I’m afraid there maybe exchange of gunfire but see that it can be avoided as far as possible,” said a concerned DCP.
 
Both Dharana and Vajendra saluted the DCP and left hurriedly.  Meanwhile the leader of the group of men in one of the jeeps received a message.
 
“Are the security officer following you?”
“Yes.”
“Good, lead them on a merry chase.”
Balveetr’s gang was very aware that there had been a tip off and that they are being monitored. Their phone calls are also being tapped, hence the messaging from phones whose numbers are not known to the security officer. A group of four men had been staying each in a different lodge for the past one week just getting ready for this smuggling in of drugs. They did not have any communication or visit to the known hangouts of their organisation. Each had a portion of the money that is to be handed over for the drugs. One man had picked up another from the lodge he was staying and they had left in two cars in half an hour interval by around 10 pm itself. When the two jeeps left Balveer’s main hangout and led the security officer to a different direction, these men in the two cars were already in the place where the drugs would be delivered. Balveer was already congratulating himself on the clever diversion and successful (so far) carrying out of his plan. If only Vinod was alive I would be more certain of the success, he told himself wistfully.
 
“Boss fantastic boss,” Arun’s man whispered to him as they were watching the two cars parked hidden from view.
 
Unknown to Balveer Arun had been watching him much longer. He had seen the four men, who Arun knew to be Balveer’s most trusted men (and were there when his brother was killed and his niece was bangd) leave separately. He had each of them followed and when they each took up residence in a lodge separate from each other he confirmed to himself that something was up. His hunch proved to be right. Now he along with six of his men were ready to ambush Balveer’s men and rob them of their goods. They would kill these four men and in a way get their revenge for Bogan’s death. Arun had already planned to have the dead men loaded on to fishing boats owned by their gang and the bodies to be weighed down and disposed at sea leaving no traces behind and hence no investigations.  Now they had to be patient. Wrong move and it can become a disaster. They lay hidden and watched the men in the two cars silently.
 
Two very elated women were back home before lunch. Both mother and daughter had just had very satisfying sex. Each of them had been fucked by their lover two times. There was only one difference. The daughter only had two orgasms while the mother enjoyed four. When Sandhya returned home her mother was just coming down the stairs. It looked like she had just taken a shower. Her mother had already taken a shower in the morning so why again?
 
“Did you just come mummy?” Sandhya asked Mounika.
“Yes dear, I went to see Divya aunty and just got back.”
 
Divya aunty again. Wasn’t that the same excuse her mother gave her father on the day she suspected her mother was elsewhere with a secret lover thought Sandhya to herself.
 
“You look tired, where were you? Mounika asked her daughter.
“Just out with my friends’ mom, it was very hot and humid out there, let me take a shower and I’ll be down for lunch,” she told her mother.
“Okay, come as quickly as you can, I need to talk to you about something important,” Mounika told her.
I already come twice mum but not very quickly,” Sandhya told herself naughtily,” how many times did you come? Sandhya looked wonderingly at her lovely mother. Whoever that lucky bastard was he surely has got a beauty of a woman she thought not without a tinge of jealousy about her mother.
“If it’s important, go ahead mom, I’m listening.”
“No, you take your shower first, we’ll talk after lunch.”
“Will daddy be joining us?”
“No, he’s busy and he said he will be back only late in the evening.”
 
Sandhya thought pitifully about her dad. “You’re always so busy elsewhere dad, now some other man is busy with your wife. Well it’s all your fault anyway.”
Sandhya went quickly to her room. She was feeling all sticky and sweaty. She was in such a horny mood thinking that her mother was wallowing in cheating sex that her own sex session was better than usual. She had lovingly sucked Rajesh’s cock, squeezing hard just below the head of the cock to bring down his excitement whenever she felt he was nearing his release. This way she had sucked her boyfriend for nearly twenty minutes without letting him come. Usually she does a blowjob for not more than five or six minutes. She would want Rajesh to pleasure her more than she would want to pleasure him. But today was different. She had imagined her mother to be in the same position as she was, that is on her hands and knees with the face hovering over her lover’s groin. As she saw the expression on Rajesh’s face as she gobbled his cock she imagined that the same type of expression will be on her mother’s lover’s face (whoever it may be) as her mother luscious lips sucked on her mother’s lover’s cock. For someone to seduce a gorgeous but respectable and faithful housewife, the man must definitely must be built, probably bigger than what is in my mouth right now she had thought as she sucked on Rajesh’s cock. She didn’t realise that the extra pleasure she felt that day was because of her fantasising. For a woman the mind was the most important stimulant for enjoying sex not the size of the prick.
 
Sandhya had undressed as fast as she could and now stood under a cold shower. She needed that in this afternoon to cool down her still heated body. The cold water hitting her body caused pin pricks and goose bumps on her body.  Seeing how bright and cheerful her mother had been recently was surely a sign that she was getting her pussy poked by someone else Sandhya reasoned. One woman can surely recognise another sexually sated woman even if the men folks were oblivious to it. Even her mother’s walk seemed to be different now if one was to very carefully note it. There seemed to be a subtle sensuous sway to it. As if her mother was unconsciously displaying her sexiness thereby indicating her readiness for mating. Her father may miss the signal her mother is displaying unconsciously but whoever her mother’s lover was, he would most certainly not miss it. Afterall this barely noticeable subliminal manifestation of wantonness was for his benefit. As she took her bath the images of her mother’s sensuous body writhing in pleasure below some muscular hunk kept intruding into her mind. This was causing her cunt to get wet again. How deviously sinful these thoughts were. How can she be so aroused at the thought of her own mother fucking with some other man and cheating on her own father. Yet the proof was her leaking cunt at those thoughts. The thought of her mother’s licentious behaviour was causing waves of pleasure to run through her body as her fingers lightly traced over her clit. How morally dysfunctional this family is Sandhya mused. Or perhaps it was just her who fits that description. Was she hoping that her mother was just as morally deficient as she was as far in the matters of sex. Her mother was someone who was always looked up and respected by everyone but because of her rebellious nature and indiscipline she was always looked down upon, or so she felt. Now in a way she felt her mother was no better than her.
 
After having their lunch together mother and daughter sat together in the living room to have a chat. Sandhya was wondering what it was that her mother wanted to say. Even a thought that maybe her mother wanted to talk to her about the affair she, her mother, was having. Maybe her mother felt she could reveal it to her not because she was her daughter but as a woman to woman. But she immediately dismissed that idea as not realistic. If at all her mother needed a woman to whom she wanted to confess about her infidelity she would probably share it with a close friend probably with someone she suspected or knew was also involved in an affair like her. So, what is it that her mother wanted to say to her, Sandhya hoped it was not going to be another lecture about her irresponsible behaviour? She waited patiently for her mother to speak. Mounika looked at her daughter pensively. She was unsure if what she was contemplating was right. Wasn’t it wrong to use her daughter for her own ends She was planning on sharing her daughter’s husband. Would Prakash keep her daughter happy? Right now, when he needed her he would also make it a point to keep Sandhya happy too. What about later? What if he gets bored with her, has used her body as much as he wanted to, then would he neglect Sandhya too? No point in over analysing things she decided. She had made a decision it just needed to go through with it. But she couldn’t quite shake off the nagging thought that she was being hugely influenced by her own lust.
 
“Sandhya, it’s about your marriage. You are at the marriageable age and your father and I are thinking seriously about it”
“Why this sudden decision mom? Both of you had not given any indications on this before?”
“I understand baby but there has been a proposal for you and we would like to know about your thinking on this.”
Sandhya was shocked, a proposal for her? This was news to her. Who could it possibly be? “This is all of a sudden mom, I don’t know what to say.”
“We’re not going to force you Sandhya but if you already have anyone in mind you can let us know now.”
Sandhya fleetingly thought about Rajesh. She could certainly do worse than that but Rajesh was always a temporary distraction for her. She decided to hear out from her mother on who the proposal was from before making her decision.
“No mother, I don’t have anyone in mind yet. Who is the proposal from?” she asked curiously.
 
“You have met Aunty Divya’s son Prakash before, haven’t you, what do you think of him?”
Sandhya felt a thrill run through her. “That handsome young devil, wow this is a pleasant surprise,” she thought happily to herself. It didn’t escape her thoughts that she had only recently contemplated Prakash to be as one of her mother’s potential lover. This was way too kinky she decided.
“Yes, I’ve been introduced to him. He seemed very nice. Is the proposal from them? Is he okay with this or is this purely his family’s idea?”
“His family are interested but I’ve also spoken to Prakash. He is okay with it too.”
“Really mom?” Sandhya asked in surprise. Prakash had never shown any interest before even though they have spoken socially a few times before.
“Yes dear, but we don’t want to rush things. We want both of you to spend time together. See if you are compatible. I assure you there won’t be any pressure from us.” Mounika was not sure of her own feelings on this. She wanted the decision to be away from her own hands. Whatever the two young people decided would be okay with her.
 
Sandhya was lying down on her bed thinking about what had just happened. Prakash’s family was just as wealthy as hers. So, her lifestyle would not change or have to be compromised. Besides, Prakash was dreamy, any girl would be ecstatic to have him as her husband. Mounika was also deep in her thoughts. Things had moved faster than expected. She had half hoped that her daughter would say she already had someone else on her mind but her daughter seemed interested too. Which girl wouldn’t be with a man like Prakash and if they knew his prowess in the art of love as she did then they certainly wouldn’t leave him at all.

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Nice n superb narrative update, can we expect Premavati-Prakash plot in next update?

Excellent narration bro.

Great update, story is getting more and more intense and hot.

No update

Waiting for update bro

 Sorry will try to put an update today or latest tomorrow.

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Episode 17

They were in a tight embrace, kissing passionately. She let his tongue probe her mouth not for the first time. He had his hand inside her blouse as he was gently squeezing her breast as he kissed her. The kiss lasted for a couple of minutes before they came up for air. She did try to stop him from undoing the buttons of her blouse but he could not figure out if it was just token resistance or that she really wanted to prevent him from doing it. Anyway, he had succeeded in getting the top three buttons undone.  Her two mounds and the cleavage were visible to him through the opening. The light milk with coffee coloured skin was very attractive to see against the black bra she was wearing. Her cheeks reddened as she blushed seeing the naked hunger in his eyes as his eyes devoured her exposed beauty.

 
Neela pulled Poorvith’s head up and by doing that his eyes too away from her cleavage. “You are getting from bad to worse you know that,” she said with a smile.
 
“What can I do, you are so beautiful I can’t resist you,” he replied saying all the right words that would melt her heart.
 
She looked at him lovingly. “Mr.Poorvith your eyes only seems to be staring at one place so you only mean that is it, you rascal.”
 
“No Mrs Poorvith, you are beautiful all over, it’s just that I don’t get to see your full beauty. You are too strict you know that.”
 
Him calling her Mrs. Poorvith gladdened her heart enormously but there was also a tinge of fear. Can this actually become a reality? Would his family accept someone like her, from a middle-class background, to be the daughter in law? Should she have accepted the love of someone like him who was way above her station in life, knowing the problems that could arise. Even if somehow Poorvith was very stubborn and insisted to marry her, how would they treat her after the marriage. Would she be verbally tortured or hurt by the family’s dismissive attitude towards her? Surely their thinking would be is that she got her hooks on him because of his wealth. That she was nothing but a gold digger. She truly loved Poorvith as a person. He was caring and decent person. She wished that he too had been from a middle-class background like her so that she could truly be happy without all these fears and doubts.
 
“Poorvith, do you really think there is a future for us? I’m scared this cannot happen, that I am just fooling myself.”
 
Seeing the deep concern in her eyes, he gently kissed her on her lips. “Darling, don’t ever think that. I’m very serious about you and nothing is going to stop you becoming my wife .. even if I have to forsake my family and renounce my inheritance.”
 
Tears welled up in her eyes. She could see that this was genuine and not just words spoken by him just to seduce her. “No, darling, that shouldn’t happen. You should not become estranged from your family just because of me. That won’t make me happy to see you suffer. I’d rather give you up that see you hurt in any way.
 
Once again his reason for loving her so much was reinforced. She was not like the shallow social butterflies in his usual circle of lady friends. All they cared about was shopping, partying and gossiping. From that group how many of them would be sincere or true t their partners he did not know or care. Neela was different. She was intelligent and caring person. The way she treated her patients in the government hospital where she was doing her house surgency was proof of that. She was empathetic to their suffering. She treated them with kindness. This was precisely what had attracted him to her when he met her for the first time, not her beauty, though she being a very good-looking woman helped too. He had represented his business organisation on one of their charity cum publicity event in the government hospital. They had sponsored food and other goodies for the very poor and destitute patients undergoing treatment in the hospital. This was where he had seen her first. What had got his attention at first was how attractive she was but that alone would not have sustained his attention for long. He has been around glamorous women all his life. He was not going to be smitten by looks alone but he was impressed when he saw her interaction with the patients. No arrogance whatsoever, always speaking with a smile on the face, listening to patients with patience as they complained about what ailed them. What had started as friendship soon turned to love.
 
“I will feel hurt and lost, only if you were not in my life,” he told her sincerely.
“I love you so much Poorvith, I just don’t want you to be troubled.”
“You don’t worry Neela, nothing in this world can stop you from becoming my wife.”
 
Apart from all this another of Neela’s worries was her brother Vajendra. He had a very poor opinion of the wealthy and their trustability. She was afraid that he would raise objections too. She tried to forgot all this as Poorvith started kissing her again. He soon had her bra pushed up and exposed her tits. He started kissing and sucking on her nipple. This was as far as she had allowed him to go. He took her hand and placed it on the swelling in his pants. She let him suck on her boob as she squeezed his raging hardon. She let him carry on for another five minutes before she brought a halt to it.
 
She adjusted her bra and put the buttons on back in her blouse. Okay baby, times up I’ve got to go,” Neela said as she attempted to get out from the car.
 
“You are very wicked. You have no mercy for me,” he said looking at her pitifully.
Neela’s heart went out to him. She felt bad leaving him suffering like this. She had been strict that nothing will take place till after their marriage. She could at least have given him a handjob as he had begged her before but she still was very shy. She had never gone to this extent with anyone before.
 
“I’m so sorry darling I’ve got to go to the ward. I’m already late,” Neela said as she held his face in her two palms and gave him a loving kiss.
She got out from the car and leaned forward to the window to say bye. Her heart was filled with love as she saw his face, filled with disappointment and his need for her. “Bye, dear. I love you.” She gave him a dazzling smile as she walked away.
That smile was enough to wash away the longing in his heart. He drove off to his office in a more cheerful mood than just a few minutes ago. 
 
Everything had gone on better than expected for Arun. The exchanged had between the smugglers and Balveer’s men had gone on smoothly. They waited for the smugglers boat to sail away before they ambushed Balveer’s men. The element of surprise was on Arun and his men’s side. They had sneaked up on Balveer’s men as they were loading the goods in the booth of their cars. They shot two of the men before they became aware of anything wrong going on. The sound of gunfire was muffled by the thick cloth wrapped around the nozzle of their guns. The other two men surrendered as they realised they were surrounded and out numbered and their assailants had the drop on them. Two of Arun’s men drove off the already loaded cars belonging to Balveer’s men to their own warehouse which happened to be not far away from that spot. Arun called his own boat to come to the place where they were.  They got Balveer’s men to get the two dead bodies on to the boat. They were a few kilometres off the shore before the other two Balveer’ men were also shot and killed. Their bodies were weighed down and disposed of in the sea never to be found again.
 
Arun called Gowranga on his phone. “Everything went off better than expected. We’ve highjacked their goods and have taken to our warehouse.”
 
Gowranga was very pleased. Arun was proving an able replacement for his brother Bogan. Maybe he had made a mistake in underestimating him.
“Excellent, what about Balveer’s men?”
“They are taken care of. They’ve got a nice resting place in the seabed.”
“They can be retaliation from Balveer, we’ve got to be on the alert,” Gowranga said, the worry evident in his voice.
How did this fellow ever become the boss of this organisation Arun thought to himself? It was probably because of his brother Bogan. His brother had been with Gowranga from the beginning as his crime organisation was taking shape. Bogan was the bloody henchmen who kept the other men in line and led the violent campaign in getting rid of Gowranga’s rivals and establishing Gowranga as the head. Bogan had the raw courage and violence needed but not the brains. He was willing to play second fiddle to Gowranga who was deemed the more intelligent and the one to deal with corrupt officials, security officer and politicians.
 
“I’m not like my brother,” Arun thought to himself,” I’m not going to settle for less than I deserve.” Arun thought of Gowranga as a weakling but he nevertheless had to bide his time. There were still men loyal to Gowranga.
 
“Balveer won’t know what happened. His men are not going to come back to tell him anything. We’ll completely break up their cars till there is nothing more than scraps. For all we know he may even suspect his men had double crossed him and got away with the drugs. He could suspect they had moved to another state even and enjoying their ill-gotten loot.”
 
Arun knew without definitive evidence Balveer wouldn’t start anything but you can never know with people like him. He needed to strengthen his own standing before he can square up to the likes of Balveer.
 
Prakash was having a quiet lunch in a posh restaurant. He was in a very good mood. He had just had very satisfying sex with Mounika that morning. That too in his own bedroom with his totally unaware mother keeping guard for lovemaking session. That this would carry on for quite sometime was certain now. He was confident he could charm Sandhya so that he could continue to bed her mother. Mounika had been especially passionate this morning. The pleasure of her sucking and the way her tight cunt muscles milked his love pole still lingered on in his mind even now.
 
Prakash looked up from his food as some greeted him,” Hi, Prakash, fancy seeing you here.”
He couldn’t immediately recognise the woman standing in front of him though her face looked familiar.
“Don’t you remember me Prakash? Oh, how disappointing,” the woman pouted sexily.
Then it suddenly came to his mind. He had been introduced to her in one of the parties but for the life of him he couldn’t remember her name. His mind had been preoccupied with Mounika for him to pay attention to her.
“This is embarrassing, I can’t recall her name,” he mumbled to himself.
“Oh hi, aunty, sorry I was a little distracted,” Prakash tried to cover up his embarrassment.
“Well won’t you ask me to sit down?” she said pulling up a chair even as he was replying.
“Where’s my manners .. please, sit down aunty,” Prakash politely replied.
“Another thing, don’t call me aunty .. do I look that old?”
“No .. no of course not,” Prakash stammered.
“Just call me Premavathi .. better still just Prema,” she said smiling at him brightly.
 
Premavathi was delighted to have chanced upon the handsome young son of Divya’s. She just happened to have come for lunch there too. Prakash was very grateful that she had voluntarily told her name because his mind was still a blank as far as her name was concerned. Now that she told her name more remembrance came flooding back to his mind. She was Mrs. Yogeshvar, a prominent businessman in the city. She of the low-cut blouses and low hip sarees. She was fairly attractive woman though not outstandingly so like his beloved Mounika.
 
“Sure Prema, sorry I didn’t recognise you at first.”
“It’s okay. Anyway, that’s better calling me Prema, being called aunty makes me feel old.”
Prakash could only smile to that.
“If you don’t mind asking, how old are you now Prakash?” she asked impulsively.
“I’m 28, why do you ask?”
“See, I’m not much older than you, I’m 35,” she said reducing her age by three.
Prakash realised she was flirting with him. He got that sometime from older women who seemed to be attracted to younger men. Though to be fair the opposite was also true. Many younger men seemed to be fascinated with older women. He was a case in point with Mounika.
 
“Would like to join me for lunch?” he asked her politely.
“Why thank you Prakash, I would be delighted.” This was the chance for her to get friendly and close to him. She would have to use all her womanly wiles and charms if she was to get him into her bed. She looked at him with hunger in her eyes like a predator eyeing its prey.

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Episode 18

DCP Paul was livid. The security officer had been led on a fruitless chase last night. The Balveer’s gang members that they had been tracking had led them on a wild goose chase. They had led them to a secluded beach side where they had parked their vehicles and had sat there drinking. The security officer officers became suspicious when it was nearing dawn but yet nothing happened. Balveer’s men had laid down sprawled on the edge of the beach most of them half drunk. It finally dawned on the security officermen waiting to ambush the criminals that this was just a set up. The real unloading of drugs must have taken place elsewhere.

 
“What a waste of a night,” DCP Paul said furiously to ACP Dharana.
 
“They knew that we had been watching them sir, we’ve been made complete fools.” Dharana felt great embarrassment along with the anger as he agreed to what his superior officer said.
 
“It’s obvious that they knew and if so there must have been an informant from our forces.”
 
“Yes sir, I think so too,” agreed Dharana.
 
DCP looked at Dharana thoughtfully. “Your man Vajendra knew about this operation, what about him? Do you think he is trustworthy?”
 
Dharana was a little surprised that the DCP had asked him this, that the betrayal could be from someone from his team. “I’ve known Vajendra only for the last few months but from what I have observed I can say quite confidently that he is a very honest man. Actually, I can say he has a strong moral streak in him.”
 
“So, you say you can vouch for him with certainty is it?” DCP Paul asked Dharana.
 
Dharana hesitated slightly. “As you are well aware sir, we can base our opinion on what we have observed and on our judgement but it is impossible to say anything with certainty.”
 
DCP Paul was aware that the question he asked Dharana was not very fair. Nothing is ever certain in their line of work. In his years of experience, he has seen in some cases that those who are seemingly the most trustworthy have turned out to be not so. No one can simply put their neck on the line by vouching for any one with certainty.
 
“It could also well be from someone from the narcotics division,” conceded DCP Paul.
Dharana nodded his head in agreement. He certainly didn’t like or want any traitors to be from his team.
 
“I have instructed our Cyber Unit to track all communications between all security officer personnel involved in this operation. The Commissioner wants the details of all their calls, messages and whatnot going back up to a year if necessary. All their financial details are also to be tracked. We’ve got to get the culprit or culprits.”
 
Dharana also knew without saying that he too would not escape this scrutiny. He was not offended by it. He accepted it to be part and parcel of his job. He had got another interesting bit of news recently from his men observing the three main criminal organisations in the city. One of his men had reported that a prominent gang member called Arun who had disappeared for sometime had recently reappeared. He had instructed his men to find out more on this criminal and what he learnt had made him ponder.
 
“Sir, Arun and five of his strong followers had gone missing from the 14Th of June and only come back a few days ago,” reported his man to him.
 
The significance of that date was not lost on Dharana. That was the day after Vinod was killed. “That’s interesting,” he had said,” can there be any strong motive on this Arun’s part to kill Vinod apart from getting rid of a rival”
 
“We don’t know sir. He is actually the brother of Bogan who was Gowranga’s chief henchman.”
 
“Wasn’t Bogan killed about more than a year ago,” He had asked recalling the details he had read when going through the files of Gowranga organisation.
 
“Yes sir, that’s right,” his man had replied.
There had been suspicion in the security officer circles that Bogan’s death was intergang related killing and the main suspicion was on the Balveer gang. Vinod was Balveer’s most courageous and ruthless man and if Balveer was involved in the killing of Bogan then it most certainly would have been Vinod who carried it out. So, there was the motivation but this revenge had happened so long after Bogan’s death. There should have been a spree of inter gang killings but nothing like that happened. Well as they say revenge is a dish best served cold. This Arun was somebody he needed to keep his eye on he had decided.
 
Premavathi had outrageously flirted with Prakash as they had lunch that day. The unnecessary laughs, the toying with chain while talking to him, the frequent touches while talking and most importantly the smouldering look in her eyes that said she was there for his taking if he wanted her. Prakash was well aware of this naked invitation from her in wanting him to take her to bed. Prakash had only then really started to observe her. Though not to the desirability level of Mounika Premavathi (or Prema as she had insisted he call her) was still attractive enough. She had a pretty face but more importantly a voluptuous body that indicated she could be a satisfying sexual partner. In the case of Mounika he yearned for her, would seek every opportunity to bed her but as far as Prema was concerned she could only be someone to satisfy his need when the person he really desired was not available to him. One good thing is that she is a married woman and he wouldn’t have to deal with a young woman falling in love with him because she was sexually satisfied by him. Prema was a married woman who wanted a young cock inside her itching cunt. So, she would definitely participate enthusiastically while fornicating. She can just be someone available when he needed sex just like some women he had before he met Mounika. Prema had got his number and she would message him almost every day. Prema had started the process of seduction it was just a matter of when they were going to sleep together. For Prakash it was a matter of if it happens it happens. He was not actively seeking it like he was for an opportunity to have sex with Mounika. However, things were moving quite smoothly with Prema. It was usually Prema who would initiate the messaging.  
 
Prakash smiled when he read the message from Prema. It said, ‘you know you should be in movies.’
‘Why so?’ he asked.
‘You will become heartthrob of many young females.’
‘hmm’ was his reply.
‘Not only young females’ she replied cryptically.
‘My god you mean young males too?’ he replied with a shocked face emoji.
‘No silly .. I meant older women too’
‘I’d like that’
‘You naughty scoundrel, you prefer older women?’
‘Oh yes, they are sexier.’
Prema on reading this was thrilled. She was getting wet just by this.
‘Really? Who you had in mind?’
 
Prakash could see that she was fishing for compliments. He decided to oblige.
‘Well I can think of one woman who I had lunch with recently’
Knowing he was meaning her she went along with his tone.
‘You think she is sexy?’
‘Very’
‘How so?’
‘Her body .. voluptuous.’
Her juices were oozing more freely in Prema’s pussy now.
‘You are terrible’ she replied with a blushing emoji.
 
Prakash decided to go bolder. He was certain of her desire for him. He was bothered to take it slow like with Mounika. In Mounika’s case he didn’t want anything to go wrong. He didn’t want to put her off in any way. But in Prema’s case he was afraid she may get offended. If she broke off messaging because of it then so be it. It was no great loss to him. He was however convinced she was ready to spread her legs for him anytime. In a way this was not as thrilling as it was with Mounika. This was an easy seduction. No great effort was needed to pluck her chastity .. that is if she still had it. From what he could deduce by her outward behaviour Prema had probably lost it long ago. Mounika was different. She was a loyal wife who cherished her chastity. She was not someone who would easily give it away. It was a challenge to overcome her barriers and get such a woman to give herself to him. Besides that, she was both beautiful and glamorous, someone who was hugely respected and put on a pedestal by many in her circle of society.
 
‘There was something juicier across me, then the juicy steak on my plate.’
What did he mean exactly Prema wondered, my body or something else? Since she was silent the next message came from Prakash.
‘Two very ripe and juicy big fruits.’
‘Hey .. you are getting too bold.’ But Prema face flushed in embarrassment here. She had had sex with so many men before and she thought she should be jaded to any implied sexual talk by now but yet this young hunk of a man was making her blush again. Seeing that she had not taken any actual offence to his words Prakash continued.
‘They were more tempting than anything on my plate.’
‘You’re terrible you know that.’
‘Didn’t realise you were watching my … mmm naughty.’ In truth she had purposely let the top of her saree slide down hoping he would eye her deep cleavage. Apparently he had. Prema’s hand automatically went to her breast, kneading them gently.
 
Prakash decided that he should go for the kill. He was a bit frustrated at that moment. Mounika had categorically said that they are not to have any more sex for the moment. One, because her husband was still there and not gone on any of his usual business trips yet and two, this was the time he was to get to know her daughter well. Prakash had gone on a couple of dates with Sandhya. Things were a bit awkward on the first date as both of them were keenly aware the plans their respective parents had for them. While Sandhya was sitting in front of him, Prakash was wishing it was her mother who was in that place. The second date was more comfortable as they started getting used to each other. They had now started messaging each other and things were moving smoothly. Prakash thought it was too early to tempt Sandhya to have sex with him for fear of seeming to be too forward. Little did he know that Sandhya would have been a more than willing participant if he had made the move. But now he was frustrated and Prema seemed a good option to ease his frustrations. Who could resist a sexy housewife just itching to sleep with him at this time when he needed sex.
 
‘I think they would be more beautiful to fully see’
‘and hold … when can I?’
Prema squeezed her thighs together as she felt small streaks of pleasure run through her body.
‘You’re bad’
‘I’m married’ Prema decided to play at being coy.
‘I like married women .. they’re more sexy’
Yes, you would think that wouldn’t you, Prema thought to herself. As like for all men the forbidden fruit was always tastier.
‘You men are all alike.’
‘Yes, we all like sexy married women.’
Prema smiled on reading this. She was definite to have him in her bed now.
‘What’s special about us’
‘More desirable .. enjoyable.’
‘Really?’
“Yes, Prema can I be honest with you?’
‘Sure’
‘I want you’
“Prakash what is this?’
‘All of a sudden.’
‘Prema I won’t disturb you.’
‘If you’re not interested.’
Prema was debating what to do after reading this. If she agreed straightaway would he not value getting her. But she was longing to take him to her bed. How to handle this?
 
‘This is all too sudden Prakash.’
‘You’re not interested?’
‘It’s not that .. I like you too.’
‘I more than like you Prema .. I want you.’
Prema felt like calling him to come over now itself and fuck her but she still decided to be the reluctant housewife.
‘What can I say, we just met.’
‘True Prema but things happened to me after seeing you.’
‘Things? What?’
‘You really want me to say it?’
‘Why? Is it something dirty?’ but in her mind Prema thought the dirtier the better.
‘Not dirty .. exciting.’
‘I’m afraid to ask … but .. tell me.’
‘A disturbance in my groin.’
 
Prema almost moaned out on reading that. The disturbance was not only in his groin but hers too. She was soaking wet. Just when things were getting very interesting she heard her husband’s car come in.
‘Hubby back .. call you later.’ She quickly went downstairs to meet her husband Yogeshvar.
Prakash smiled as he saw her last message. Prakash had met her husband before. He was an arrogant bastard. He saw that in the way he treated the workers who acted as servers in the parties they had attended. He was going to take pleasure in tearing his wife’s pussy. He was going to be busy businesswise the next two days. He also had a date with Sandhya on the second day evening. So, he decided to get Prema on the third day.
 
 
Prakash called Prema on the second day late afternoon just after he had finished with his meetings and before his date with Sandhya. “Hi, Prema, how are you?”
 
“Hi Prakash, You didn’t message much the last two days, busy?”
“Yeah, but my thoughts were about you too.”
“Don’t lie Prakash, you would have not thought about me at all.”
“Honestly I did Prema, I can prove it.”
“Really? How?”
“I can but you’ll get angry.”
Prema was puzzled by this. “Why will I get angry? I don’t understand?”
“Well, I can show you the reaction thoughts of you caused the last two days but you must not scold me.”
Prema understood what he meant. “You dirty fellow .. no need to prove anything.” Prema realised he was talking about his cock. She really wanted to see it but said no with great difficulty.
“See what I’ve sent you,” Prakash said.
“Oh god .. no .. no,” Prema said but eagerly downloaded the image he sent. He didn’t send a photo of his naked penis as she had thought he had done. Even he was not that bold, thankfully. It was a close up of his groin with his underwear on. Even then she could make out the tent formed there to be quite huge. Oh god he is really packed she thought happily.
 
“Prakash, you’re too much. Is that what you send to a lady. That too to a married woman.”
“Be honest with me Prema, are you angry?”
Prema was quiet for a while before she answered quietly,” No.”
“Did you like what you saw?”
“I didn’t see anything,” Prema replied quickly before biting her tongue on realising what she had blurted out.
“You’ll see .. soon. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?” Prakash said changing the subject.
Prema was thrown off guard by the sudden change in the conversation. Her husband had told her that he had a lot scheduled the next day afternoon and he would only be back very late in the night. Tomorrow would be ideal for indulging in illicit love.
 
“Yep, I’m free, why?” she asked, her heart beating rapidly in anticipation of his reply.
“I’ll like to show you the new condominium I had bought. I want your opinion on it.”
He was saying in not so many words that he was wanting to take her to his condo to fuck her. Her cunt was already starting to leak on hearing his words.
“Okay, Prakash I’d love that.”
By her answer she was aware that she had told Prakash that she was ready to sleep with him tomorrow. She knew that he knew that too.
“Wonderful Prema Where shall I pick you up?”
Prema thought for a while, she didn’t want him coming to her home. “Why not the place we had lunch for the first time. I can park my car in their parking lot.”
“Suberb suggestion, we’ll have lunch there again before we go to my condo. Let’s plan lunch at 1pm okay?”
“Okay Prakash.”
“Bye Prema, I can’t wait for tomorrow.”
She too couldn’t wait for that but all she said was “bye”.

Prema wanted the sex session tomorrow to be very pleasurable for Prakash. She didn’t want him to be like just one of her toy boys. She wanted to be in longer sexual relationship with him provided of course he was as good in bed as she thought he would be. She must always keep Prakash’s sexual interest. He would be the ideal man with whom to fulfil her threesome fantasy she had involving Lekha. Having two high class wives would keep him from losing interest in them but for now she wanted him alone for herself. She was going to prove to him how good she can be in sex. She had dreams of Prakash and her sprawling together in bed the whole night. The next day she went to beauty parlour for a full makeover before meeting Prakash for lunch. The beautician outdid herself. The eyeshadow, shaping of her eyebrows, the artful application of lip gloss, painting her fingernails and toes a sexy shade of red. This coupled with the sheer saree she wore made her look ravishing or rather ready to be ravished by Prakash. After a hurried lunch they were going in his car in excitement of what awaited them in his condo.

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Awesome, thrilled to know what happened in condo.

Once again you nailed it Mr.Writer. Mix of all Humor, Thrill, Romance, Investigation Talk everything in update.
Can we expect A lengthy intense steamy big bang Dhamaka Lovemaking Session B/W Prakash-Prema in Next Update?

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It's not fair buddy to stop in midway

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Thank you everyone, your comments are much appreciated. I have been writing the update for the last three days and have just completed it.