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Episode 19 

Prema stole glances at Prakash who was looking straight ahead as he drove his car through the midday traffic. His strong set jaw enhanced his manliness. Prema was pretty sure they both had the same thing in mind. Seeing his new condo was not only the right excuse but the perfect place to shed their clothes and get into bed. Since the murder and consequent investigations Premavathi was not ready yet to take him to her own love nest. Though of course she was sure to take him there too one day. She took a furtive glance at his groin. She couldn’t help but speculate how well he was packed there. In fact, that had been one of her primary preoccupation the last couple of days. Well all will be revealed pretty soon she thought. From all that she had seen of him she believed that she won’t be disappointed in that aspect too. Prakash was one of the best-looking guys she had ever (or rather going to) been with. Some instinct told her that this was going to be a deliriously exquisite afternoon of sex and her instinct had very rarely been wrong. Her fingers were itching to reach out to the front of his pants but she controlled herself with difficulty. She didn’t want him to think of her as some cheap whore just waiting to spread her legs for him. She was thankful that the midday traffic was not heavy and so they should soon reach their destination.

 
“Luckily it’s not peak time now and the traffic is tolerable,” Prakash said as if reading her thoughts.
“Yes, lucky for us. Is your place still far?” She asked him.
“No, we’re almost there, we’ll be there within ten minutes.”
 
Only ten more minutes Prema thought happily but she was careful not to outwardly show her happiness. Let him not see how eager she was to have his naked bodies on top of her between her spread legs. She hadn’t been this excited since the first time she cheated on her husband. All these thoughts were getting her panties wet. She blushed thinking that he would easily see the wet line on her sheer satin panties when he stripped her off her clothes.
 
“Prema did I mention it earlier? You look very attractive today.”
She was pleased that he had noticed the effort she had taken at the beauty parlour to look beautiful just for him. “Why thank you kindly … but am I only attractive now?” She said teasingly, unable to hide the happiness in her voice.
Prakash glanced at her and smiled as he replied. “I’ve told you before you are one voluptuous woman but you look especially sexy today.”
Prakash gently squeezed her fingers with his. She felt an electric current pass through her body at his touch. Is this what that is often referred to as ‘the magic touch’ she wondered. He didn’t let go of her hand. He placed her hand over his thigh as he drove on.
 
Now he does this Prema thought wistfully as she caressed his thighs with fingers. If he had done this earlier I would have my hand inside his open fly by now. She rubbed his inner thigh with the tip of her fingers slowly moving upwards. There was no need for pretence anymore between them. Their actions clearly indicated what they were here for. No need for small talk, they can get at each other as soon as they get to the privacy of his condo. Her fingers reached the top of his zipper. She could feel the swelling there. It seemed like his cock was already in a turgid state. She was not the only one who had been sexually aroused. She held the hard tube covered by his clothes and squeezed it. Their eyes met for a couple of seconds. More was conveyed between them in that glance than words could have. Prakash looked down quickly at her fingers that were squeezing his erect manhood. Prema’s fingers were not long and elegant as Mounika’s fingers but nevertheless were sexy enough. Prakash saw the fresh coat of glossy red nail polish on her long fingernails. He smiled to himself as he knew that she had her nails done like this just for him. It will be arousing to see those fingers pulling on his erect male flesh he conceded. A woman taking so much of trouble for him was sure to make every effort to sexually please him. He needed it as it has been now just over a week since he had had that fabulous fuck with the delectable Mrs. Mounika Jayakar in his own bedroom. Thinking of Mounika immediately caused him to recall how her tight, wet pussy walls had gripped and milked his throbbing cock as it spewed out his seeds. His cock jerked in Prema fingers as those thoughts crossed his mind. Prema mistook it to be jerking because of her caressing.
 
“Patience baby .. I’ll take care of you soon,” Prema cooed, her voice dripping with passionate promise.
 
As Prakash’s car reached the main entrance of the condo complex, the guard there recognising the car opened the gate for him. Even with the tint on the car windows he could make out the woman sitting beside Prakash. This was a different woman from the one Prakash had brought in sometime ago. This too seemed to be a woman who was older than Prakash. The guard had seen Prakash’s mother and father before so he knew that neither of these women could be his mother. They also couldn’t be call girls he was bringing to his condo. The women had the rich classy look of high society women. Prakash must be quite the playboy he reasoned. He was picking up women from his class of society and bringing them here. The last time he had spent over an hour in his condo with the woman, he wondered how long he would be with this new woman. They also seemed to be older women and so must be some other men’s wives, or maybe widows or divorced women .. who know with the high class society behaviour. Anyway, these are matters from much higher ups, best to keep my nose out of their matters he cautioned himself.  He saluted as the car drove in to the basement parking.
 
As they got into the lift there was no one else inside. Prakash pulled Prema to him and hugged her. Prema was not expecting him to start here itself and was pleasantly surprised. She put her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.
 
“Is this why you brought me here?” she smiled mischievously as she spoke.
Prakash had his arms around her waist. “Yes .. isn’t this why you came here with me for?”
Prema thought of denying it first but then thought why pretend. We both desire each other so let’s be open about it she decided.
“Yes, you handsome rogue, I wanted you from the first time I set my eyes on you.”
 
Prakash didn’t know it yet but Prema had no illusions about herself. She was very different from say a woman like Mounika. Mounika and women like her are those who generally believed in being true to their husbands. They try to avoid getting involved with any other man because they think it is morally wrong to do so. It is only at a moment of weakness or when some man had been able to arouse their suppressed desires that they end up betraying their marriage vows. Even when they have strayed in most cases they do so only with that man who had been successful in seducing them. Just because they have lost their chastity they don’t go about sleeping with many other men discriminately. For them to betray the marriage vows they had considered sacred is no small thing. The new licentious relationship they are involved in must have meaning. They generally tend to have feelings for .. even deep love in some cases for their seducer. This is another reason for feelings of guilt in seeking sexual fulfilment with an adulterous lover. When with their lovers they forget everything in the rapturous pleasure they indulge in but when back to the reality of husband, children and family they suffer bouts of guilt. This was another reason why most adulterous relationship eventually die off. After the initial excitement wears off, the feelings of guilt start getting stronger till the relationship breaks off completely. When this doesn’t happen in a few cases is when it becomes problematic or dangerous. The family breaks up when the woman divorces her husband or runs away with her lover. More dangerous is when the spouses (and sometimes even the children) are killed by the adulterous lovers.
 
Prema however was from another category. She was a promiscuous woman who constantly sought pleasure from different sexual partners. In a way she was addicted to sex. She sought the pleasure she didn’t get from her husband from her many lovers. Truth be said she would probably have cheated on her husband even if he had sexually satisfied her. She would probably thrive in having variety in her sexual life. Women like her don’t have those feelings of guilt that they are betraying their husbands. It can maybe even be said that making a fool of their husbands gives them almost as much pleasure as the sex act itself with their lovers. In another sense they should also be pitied as they can never emotionally connect with any man. Everything is transient, even the pleasure they get from their lovers. They can never truly feel satisfied in their lives. Only the degree of temporary satisfaction varies from lover to lover. Prema believed that she was going to have one of the better sexual experiences with Prakash.
 
They lip locked in the lift itself. They were both very experienced kissers and there several wet sounds of their parted lips coming to grips crisscrossed again and again. Prema was pressed against the wall as Prakash’s body was smashed against hers. They were so engrossed in the kiss that they did not realise the lift doors were opening. Realising this suddenly they quickly parted to see a couple in their mid-thirties were looking at them open mouthed in shock. The man was still in shock and it was the woman who seemed to have recovered first.
 
She desperately tried to hide the smile on her lips as she asked,” Is it going up or down.” As she said that the woman’s eyes were automatically drawn to front of Prakash’s pant. Prakash could see the speculation in her eyes as she sized the tent in his pant.  What she was noting was certainly up and not down. Prakash looked at the woman who was so boldly appraising what she was seeing even though what was possibly her husband who was standing besides her. She was a tall woman who was possibly seven or eight kilograms over her ideal weight but she was attractive enough. Prakash filed this piece of information in the back of his mind. Prakash looked at the floor they were in, it was the third. They were to go to the fifth floor.
 
“It’s going up,” he said to the woman as their eyes locked.
“Oh, carry on then, we need to go down to the car parking,” she replied.
“We intend to, bye,” Prakash said as he pressed the button to close the lift doors. He noted the woman licking her lips as the lift doors closed.
Prema looked at Prakash sheepishly, her face flushed red in embarrassment. Prakash laughed out as he saw her face.
“What?” Prema asked not understanding her reaction.
“Look at your face,” he replied with a broad smile still on his lips.
Prema quickly took out her vanity mirror from her handbag and had a look. She was shocked and embarrassed at what she saw. Her lipstick was smudge badly over her lips by the fervour of their kissing.
“Oh my god, how awful. What would that couple think of us,” she lamented in deep shame.
“They would probably be envious that we are on our way to a bout of love while they have to go somewhere tedious.”
“It’s all because of you,” Prema said as she playfully hit him on his chest with the bottom of her fist,” couldn’t you have waited till we got into your condo.”
“Your lips looked too tempting to resist,” Prakash said as the lift doors opened at the fifth floor.
Luckily no one was waiting for the lift on that floor and soon they were in his plush apartment. No sooner they got in they were in they were engaged in a passionate kiss. While devouring each-others lips they quickly and desperately started undressing each other all the while with their lips still locked together. They stumbled along together towards his bedroom leaving their clothes strewn in a row starting from the living room and leading towards his bedroom. When they reached inside his bedroom he only had his boxers on and she, her panties. The room was dark with the heavy curtains covering the windows. Prakash switched on the lights and the air conditioner. Since they had finally stopped kissing he was able to see her plump breasts for the first time. Even though she was younger than Mounika there was slightly more sag to her breasts than with Mounika. However, they were still sexy to see and not yet become misshapen. She liked that his eyes were looking at her body appreciatively.
 
“You don’t mind do you, I’d like the lights to be on. I want to be able to see you as I fuck you,” Prakash said,
“I would like that, I want to see you too.”
 
Prakash saw the wet line on her panties and smiled roguishly. She’s oozing so much, she really needs my cock in her Prakash thought to himself. He pulled her close to him and placed her hand over the front of his boxers. She grasped it eagerly and was kneading it with her fingers. He pulled the bottom of her panty to one side, without taking it off and inserted his middle finger inside her wet pussy.
 
“Ooaahh…,” she gasped as his finger invaded the most intimate part of her body. The grip of her fingers on his cock tightened.
 
Prakash started finger fucking her as he saw her eyes swoon as pleasure swept through her. She grabbed his hand at the wrist by her other hand but did not stop his hand from moving back and forth. Prakash started kneading her breast, playing with her erect nipple as he continued to finger her.
 
“Aahh..  angg.. angg.. angg…,” Prema moaned in pleasure. Prema had been in a state of arousal for so long that she was rapidly approaching her climax.
 
“Faster baby… faster oohhh….,” Prema moaned, eyes closed and head thrown back facing the ceiling.
 
Prakash moved his head to her breast and started licking her nipple. Prema started groaning more loudly. She thrust her chest out trying to push her breast into his mouth. He avoided doing that, teasing her some more.
 
“Prakash .. please darling .. please.. suck me,” she begged in blissful agony.
He teased her for a little while longer before taking her swollen nipple in his mouth and started suckling her rapidly. Now two of his fingers were rapidly rubbing inside her moist quim. Prema’s hips started thrusting up hard on his fingers. Her sticky fluid had totally coated his finger, dripping up to his knuckle.
 
“Ohh baby yes… mmm…. Yes.. yessss….” Prema’s body jerked as she orgasmed.
Prakash let her recover from her high which took a couple of minutes. She smiled at him gratefully but her eyes were still glazed with lust. This is a woman who has a great appetite for sex Prakash thought as he looked at her lust filled eyes. She eagerly pulled down his boxers, yearning to see his manhood for the first time. She was not disappointed at the rod that sprang out from its captivity. It was just the way she imagined it would be and just the way she liked it, long and thick. In her many experiences she had seen cocks that were longer and/or thicker. She also knew from experience that an extraordinarily long and thick phallus does not equate to immensely satisfying sex. Very often it only leads to uncomfortable sex but Prakash’s cock was ideal for her. It was satisfactorily thick and long but not such that she couldn’t involve in enthusiastic and vigorous coupling. She held it in her cool fingers, slowly stroking the hot flesh appreciatively.
 
“Do you like it Prema dear, not disappointed are you,” Prakash said naughtily.
“Which women would be disappointed with a beautiful specimen of virile manhood like this,” she said with sincere appreciation.
“Glad you like it.”
“Wish Yogeshvar had something like this.”
“Yogeshvar?” Prakash didn’t recognise that name immediately.
Prema looked at his face,” my husband,” she smiled,” he’s only a little over half of this and appreciably thinner.”
Prema knew men’s psychology very well. They get aroused when their manhood compares favourably to that of their rivals in matters of sex. Especially if that rival happens to be the husband of the woman they are mating with. Sometimes she used to say things like this to arouse and please her lover but in this instance her appreciation and comparison was sincere.
 
“Stroke me some more Prema I really like how your fingers are playing with my cock.” Prema had gone to the extra trouble of doing her nails up so that it would be sexier to see when she gave him a handjob. Why waste that effort. It was indeed quite sexy to see her soft fingers with painted fingernails stroking his throbbing cock he acknowledged. She pulled his foreskin back and rubbed her thumb over his cockhead. She gently held the tip of his cock around the palm pad of her middle finger as her fist slid up and down over his sensitive skin. Her skill in the way she stroked him showed of her vast experience of pleasing her lovers.
 
“You like how I’m doing it Prakash,” She asked him knowing fully well that he did from seeing his facial expression.
“Oh yes, that feels good, very good.”
She knelt in front of him on her knees. “It’ll be even better when it’s in my mouth,” she said with wicked promise as she licked his exposed bud as she continued to shake his cock.
He held his cock in his hand and painted her lips with his dripping pre-cum. She snaked out her tongue to taste the sticky wetness he had left behind. Finally, she opened her mouth widely as her full lips encircled his thick girth.
 
“Suck me you married whore … suck my cock,” Prakash moaned as he gently fucked her mouth.
Prema’s head started bobbing back and forth as his cock slid in and out of her mouth rubbing and pulling her lips in and out along with its movement. Her tongue washed over his cockhead as it slid inside her saliva filled mouth. At times it would hit the back of her throat as it slid in deeper from time to time. In a few minutes Prakash realised that his cock was in the mouth of an expert cocksucker. This was a mouth that had known the taste of many different cocks and knew how to please them. This had a different feel to when Mounika sucked on his tool. There was a certain amateurness, a lack of great experience in it. It had a certain thrill in knowing a woman who was not very experienced in giving a blowjob making every effort to please her new lover, the man who had plucked her purity. The blowjob by each of the two different type of women had its own merits.
 
“You’re a good little cocksucking slut Prema, do you suck Yogeshvar’s puny cock like this?”
She shook her head as if to indicate no while still sucking on his cock. Prakash would never talk like this when having sex with Mounika. She would find it offensive to be called a slut or whore and she wouldn’t appreciate her husband being belittled. She was already feeling guilty as it is. But Prema would be thrilled to be called like this. She would be highly aroused when her husband is humiliated as she gets fucked. Prema inserted the tip of her middle finger inside his anus as she sucked him. His cock jerked in her mouth as she did this. He let her suck for a few more minutes before he lifted her up and threw her on the bed. She pulled her panty off getting ready to be penetrated by thick cock.
 
Prakash opened her legs and buried his face between her thighs. He rapidly sucked on her inner labia while letting his tongue probe in her moist opening.
“Prakash.. Prakash .. darling… aaa….”
Prakash started slurping on her juices as he sucked her cunt.
“Honey … I’ can’t stand it .. fuck me… fuck me now,” Prema wailed. She needed his cock deep inside her cunt now.
Prakash turned her around and pulled her to the edge of the bed and pulled her hips up to make her go on her knees. He rubbed his cock on the entrance of her pussy, coating his cockhead with her love juice. He thrust in his cock into her waiting pussy letting her inner walls pull in his searing flesh eagerly. He shoved in till the front of his groin was mashed against her soft buttocks.
 
“Yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard,” Prema exhorted him.
He pushed his hips in hard, the force of his movement pushing her face into the soft mattress.
“angg… angg… anggg….aahh…. aanngg….” She was continuously moaning as he thrust in and out of her cunt.
“Yess.. harder… push in faster … hhgghh… push your big cock in hard baby.”
Prakash slapped her arse as he ploughed her fertile cunt.
“Aw.. aww… yes… fuck… in .. more,” Prema raised her buttocks for him to push in deeper.
A few more minutes of rapid piston like fucking and Prema came once more. She slid and laid face down on the bed. Prakash turned her over. She moved up to the middle of the bed and spread her legs for him. He placed a pillow under her buttocks as he moved between her spread thighs. His cock was dripping wet with her love juice.
“Come darling.. take me again, fill me full with your big cock,” she invited him in undiminished passion. She had already come twice, she needed still more. He was everything she had hoped he would be … and more.
 
He plunged his cock deep inside her cunt and slid on top of her. They started fucking with passion. Kisses and bites .. sucking and scratches … humps and groans. The bed creaked with the force of their fornication.
“Fuck me darling.. fuck my married pussy…”
Hump… your cunt is so wet you slut… your poor husband is a fool for trusting your cheating cunt.”
“aaggh..  aagghh… aaggh.. aagghh.. that bastard has never fucked me as good as you… that asshole should see your cock ploughing my cunt and learn.”
The bedsheet was creased badly as they squirmed violently in pleasure. Sweat glistened in a thin sheen on their bodies. Their bodies wetly thudded against each other.
“I’m near… faster baby … faster… aagghh.. I’m coming… faster … yesss… fill my cunt with your seed lover… fuckkk…aaahhhh….”
Prema came in a tremendous orgasm the joy which she had ever felt one time only before this with a special lover who had long left her. As she spasmed in joy she felt him shooting his virile seed inside her. This was her fertile period. If only she hadn’t had her tube tied he surely would have impregnated her today.  
 
Gowranga was in a celebratory mood. His men had made a successful drugs heist. The man who had made it possible was sitting right in front of him. He rarely had his men see him in his house but today he made an exception. The only other person in his gang who he had allowed in his house was Bogan but he was already dead, killed by Balveer gang. Now Arun, Bogan’s brother was sitting in his hall. He had misjudged Arun. He was capable of replacing Bogan, whom he had deemed un replaceable.
 
“Wonderful job, Arun. I’m very happy. Balveer doesn’t know what hit him.”
“Yes, boss everything went smoothly.” There was slight mocking tone in his voice that Gowranga failed to notice. “You were so scared to go for it, it was only on my insistence we successfully did this raid,” he thought sarcastically to himself.
Gowranga called out to his wife. “Deepa, bring the yellow bag from the cabinet.”
Arun had been aware that Gowranga’s wife’s eyes had been on him. He could not discern the reason for her interest in him. Was it curiosity, was it resentment that one of the henchmen had come to her home or any other reason?
Deepa brought the bag her husband had asked for. Gowranga reached inside and took out two bundles of notes. “There is twenty thousand rupees here, one is for you, the other bundle is for your men.”
 
Arun knew the value of the heist they did yesterday was worth more than seventy to eighty lakhs. He was giving them a paltry twenty thousand. Maybe his brother Bogan would have been happy with bonuses like this but not him. His ambitions were much greater. He considered Gowranga to be weak. His actual strength had come from the loyalty of his brother Bogan but when Gowranga had refused to assist in getting revenge for Bogan’s death Gowranga had lost Arun’s loyalty. However, it was not just a matter of killing Gowranga and taking over. There were still men loyal to Gowranga. He needed to get everyone if not at least most to his side before acting decisively. He needed to find and use every weakness of Gowranga. That’s when an unexpected fortune came his way. His eyes had unexpectedly met Deepa’s eyes as she was staring at him. She immediately gave him a fleeting coquettish smile. He was experienced enough to read the meaning of that look from a woman. This is when he really took notice of her. She was a woman around forty, slightly overweight on easy living. She was a mildly attractive woman. He gave a furtive smile in return. This was an unexpected Gowranga weakness he could exploit to his advantage.
 
Deepa felt her heart race. She knew all of her husband’s henchmen. She was a frustrated woman whose needs were neglected by Gowranga. He was more interested in spending time with his many mistresses than with her. When he was alive Bogan was the only one who used to come to her home but he was a completely loyal lieutenant to her husband. She would often see his brother Arun waiting for him outside her home as Bogan met with her husband. He looked rough but also had a certain animal magnetism about him. Deepa whose needs were neglected by her husband used to satisfy her needs by fantasizing about the different men she saw as she masturbated. Overtime Arun had been a frequent figure in her fantasies. She would imagine that while her husband and Bogan were engaged in conversation Arun would sneak in and have sex with her secretively. She used to have very satisfying orgasms when playing out this fantasy in her mind. But truth was they were just that fantasies that were unlikely to become reality. Today for the first time he had come into her house. The sight of him had caused a thrill within her. She couldn’t help feeling excited. What caused her heart to race was that he too seemed to be interested. She never imagined that he would be interested in an older woman like her. Would this be the only time he would come to her house or would it be a more frequent occurrence like with Bogan she wondered. She realised what she was thinking was filled with danger. But her husband was away from home so often that opportunities were aplenty. Would Arun sneak in and ravish her as she always had imagined. She tried to calm herself from the excitement she was feeling. She was unaware that if Arun was going to sleep with her it would be to seek any advantage he could to get rid of her husband. Other than that he had no desire for her whatsoever. 

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I had not been well for the past week and hence couldn't write any update. Just recovered and probably will start writing from tomorrow. I couldn't come on to the site and therefore couldn't inform this earlier. My apologies to those who had been waiting for my posting. 

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நண்பா xossipy தமிழ் சிறப்பான எழுத்தாளர் குறையருது மாரி இருக்கு. நீங்க ( ஒரு மனைவியின் தவிப்பு or ஜாதிமல்லி ) போல ஒரு கதை எழுதுங்கள்

வெகு நாட்களுக்கு பிறகு ஒரு கதை தமிழில்  எழுதலாம் என்று முடிவெடுத்தேன். அதை துவங்கியும் இருக்கேன். விரைவில் அதையும் போஸ்ட் செய்ய திட்டமிட்டிருக்கேன். இரண்டு கதைகள் ஒரே நேரத்தில் எழுதுவது சிரமம் என்றாலும் (என் முன்பு உள்ள முயற்சியில் அதை புரிந்துகொண்டேன்) தமிழில் ஒரு கதை எழுதுவேண்டும் என்ற ஆசையில் அதை தொடங்க இருக்கிறேன். 

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My apologies to all my readers. As I had said earlier I was not well and even after recovering I was feeling tired and not able to write. After that it was the excitement of seeing Olympic athletics as it reached the conclusion. Only started writing today. I should have an update by today or latest tomorrow. Sorry once again.  

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PLease post Lovemaking of Prakash-Lekha if possible, As early as it is

If I put only the sex scenes it would not be much of a story but rather just episodes of sex. The sex has to come woven into the story. Hope you understand. 

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Episode 20

 Vajendra was reporting to ACP Dharana on information he had got from the informaqnts they had in both the Balveer and Gowranga crime organisations.

 
“We were not wrong sir a big shipment of drugs had come in and it had been hijacked from Balveer’s men. Balveer apparently is furious at this loss but he is not sure who is responsible for this,” reported Vajendra to Dharana.
 
“So, our information was correct but Balveer had fooled us and had led us on a wild goose chase but someone else had been cleverer than Balveer and had robbed him instead,” Dharana pondered out loud.
 
“What else have we got Vajendra?
 
“Balveer had been raging at all his men. He had thundered to them that if Vinod had been alive this would never have happened.”
 
A frown appeared on Dharana’s brow. “Strange that Balveer is exposing his weakness to his men like this.”
 
“How so sir?” Vajendra asked not understanding his boss’s reasoning.
 
Dharana looked at Vajendra and smiled sardonically. “Well, he has practically admitted to his men that he had been dependant on Vinod and without his main man he could be targeted and robbed. He had just admitted his own weakness to his men.”
 
“Oh, I see, I didn’t look at it in that way. Another thing sir, Balveer’s men who had gone to receive the shipment have gone missing. Balveer is not sure if his men had double crossed him and had absconded with the drugs to do their own dealings or they had been ambushed and killed and a rival or new unknown gang members had taken the shipment. He is trying to verify that through his network.”
 
Dharana who had been keenly listening to Vajendra asked him,” what do you think happened?”
“I don’t think Balveer’s men betrayed him. I think another gang hijacked the shipment.”
“And Balveer’s men?” Dharana asked.
 
“Probably killed and thrown into the sea.” Vajendra replied dispassionately. There was little sympathy in the security officer force for men like that. They were violent men who themselves would have shown no mercy towards anyone who happened to be their victims.
 
“That’s that then, it would be impossible to retrieve their bodies from the ocean. They would have probably been weighed down.” Dharana knew they wouldn’t even know where to start looking in the vast waters. Their bodies could have been thrown overboard at any place. It was too large an area to start dragging operations on the ocean floor. Besides they weren’t even certain the men were actually dead.
 
“Our men have all been told to be on alert haven’t they Vajendra. Any news filtering on any new high volume of drugs being distributed anywhere?”
 
“No sir, anyway it would probably be many months before this new haul of drugs start surfacing.”
“What about activities from the other crime lords in the city? Any clues from that?”
 
Dharana could see the excitement in Vajendra voice as he spoke. “I think I know who was the person who was involved in the hijacking of the shipment sir.”
“and who is that?” Dharana asked curiously.
“There’s some heightened activity in the Gowranga gang sir. Our informant there had heard whispers there of some heist having been carried out successfully by them.”
 
“Hmm.. interesting,” Dharana commented as he listened to Vajendra.
 
“There is talk there that Arun had engineered and carried out successfully something bold.”
 
There’s that name again Arun, Dharana thought. He already had his suspicions that Arun was the one who was responsible for the murder of Vinod. He had a strong motive as after all Vinod was the one who had killed his brother. He also seemed to have got additional resources to carry out the killing. But from whom? From what information they had got Gowranga was not supportive of Arun’s efforts to take revenge for his brother’s death.
 
“Arun seemed to have been elevated as number two to Gowranga,” Vajendra continued. “He seems to be giving commands to the other men in the organisation.”
“We better keep an extra vigilant eye on him Vajendra, he strikes me as someone who has more ambition than what he is showing out. He could turn out to be a big headache for us.
 
Two days after this conversation between Dharana and Vajendra, Sandhya was sitting in Rajesh’s apartment breaking the bad news to him.
 
“I’m sorry Rajesh, it was good when it lasted but it’s time we break up.”
 
Sandhya could see the great shock in Rajesh’s face. He seemed to be really broken up. Have I misjudged him? Did he really love me? Sandhya felt a tinge of sympathy for him. She had always thought that Rajesh’s interest in her was not for her sake alone but the greater motivation was the benefits he could get through her family.
 
“How can you do this to me Sandhya, I thought we had something special between us.” He seemed to be on the verge of tears.
 
In truth Rajesh felt a little relieved on hearing this. He had found Sandhya to be a little overbearing. She was the dominant one in their relationship. He had come to realise that if he ever became her husband he would always be under her thumb. Rajesh’s fear was more on how his father would react. His failure in this would confirm his father’s assessment of him as being useless at anything.
 
Sandhya tried to be kind to him. He had been an adequate lover who had kept her reasonably sexually satisfied. “Now, now Rajesh, it was just a mutual thing between us. We liked each other I grant you that but love?? Nah .. it was just mutual benefit for sexual pleasure and nothing more than that.”
 
“This is all so sudden Sandhya, you never indicated that anything was wrong,” Rajesh hesitated before asking,” is there someone else?”
 
He is not as dumb as he looks Sandhya said to herself. He seemed to have hit on the right reason but let me not reveal that she decided to herself. “It’s not that Rajesh, my parents had a serious talk with me recently on the matter of my marriage. They have let me know in no uncertain terms that they would be the ones to decide on who my husband would be and no one else.”
 
Rajesh looked up at her sharply. “I didn’t think your parents could be so old fashioned and outdated, and what about you? You are not the type to succumb to their wishes so meekly.”  Rajesh knew what type of a woman Sandhya was and he was sceptical at what she had just said.
 
He is not making this easy is he, Sandhya thought irritated by Rajesh’s questions and stubbornness. “Well what will you do if your parents threaten to disown you if you do not listen to them.” Sandhya let him hear the irritation she was feeling.
 
“Did they really say that,” Rajesh asked fearfully. Marrying Sandhya if she were to be chucked out of her family would serve no purpose for them. What concerned him more was that his father would disown him when he heard of the break up between him and Sandhya. His father had big business plans if the alliance had gone through. But what can he do? He can’t very well force Sandhya to marry him.  
 
“Maybe I can talk to your parents,” Rajesh asked hopefully,” make them understand how much we love each other.”
Sandhya finally lost her patience. She had to put a quick end to this. She was well aware of Rajesh’s character. He was weak willed and a coward. He had to be dealt with firmly.
 
“Look, you don’t know about my parents, especially my father. If he thinks of you as a problem he has the clout to do whatever he wants to you and your family. Putting your family to beg on the streets would be considered the least of your problems if he sets his mind to it.”
 
Rajesh looked horrified when he heard this. Sandhya’s deadly tone indicated that she was not just saying it threaten him. Sandhya felt pity for her soon to be ex-lover on seeing the frightened expression on his face.
 
“Look Rajesh, this is the best for the both of us. We had a good time while it lasted. Even if I were to marry someone else you should be happy that you had got to enjoy my body before my future husband,” she spoke with a little kindness in her voice.
 
The look on Rajesh’s face showed he was resigned to his fate. “I got no choice have I,” he said woefully.
Sandhya came and sat beside him on the bed. “Don’t feel bad Rajesh. Some things are never meant to be. Just treasure the memories of what we had.”
 
Sandhya started rubbing her hand over the top of his pants on his groin. Surprised by her action he looked up at her with a little hope sparking back in his eyes.
 
“This is just for old time sakes, just a parting gift,” she said crushing his hopes no sooner than it had risen.
 
She undid his belt, opened the front of his pants and took out his average sized cock. She started stroking him slowly but in his agitated state of mind it refused to come to life.
 
“This served me well for so long, wonder how Prakash is packed,” she thought to herself as she absentmindedly stroked Rajesh’s cock. “I’m sure he must be bigger than this,” she said to herself.
 
Her mother Mounika would have easily dispelled any doubts she had about this. Her mother had first hand experience of how big Prakash was. She would have told her daughter that the groom she had set up for her was not only bigger than the one she (her daughter) had in her hand right now but was also bigger and thicker than the cock that had fathered her. The only downside to the arrangement was that both mother and daughter had to share the same cock for their pleasure. But then again that cock was more than ready and able to pleasure both of them far beyond their expectations. Sandhya looked at the dejected ex-lover sitting beside her not even being able to get a hardon. Let me give him something to remember me by she decided. She bent down and took Rajesh’s cock in her mouth. His limp prick slowly came to life as she rapidly sucked on it. Once it was sufficiently hard she took her mouth off and started stroking his rod fast. She was good at this and knew how to sustain his pleasure. It was not even five minutes before he shot out a fountain of sperm on to his bedroom floor. Sandhya cleaned her hand on his bedsheet before she got up.
 
“Will I ever see you again?” Rajesh asked wistfully.
Sandhya just smiled at him. “If I’m ever in need of a man maybe I will but don’t have too much hope on it.”
Rajesh watched helplessly as his now ex-girlfriend walked out of his life.
 
Arun walked up to the two men who were standing beside a parked car. This was one of Gowranga’s cars. The one his wife Deepa used frequently. The two men were her bodyguard detail. Arun had been stalking his boss’s wife’s movement for sometime now. He had noted how Deepa had showed interest in him. He needed to exploit that. He needed to get close to her so that he could go to her house when she was alone without her complaining to her husband. His interest was not in bedding her though he would do that if it helped him to achieve his aim. Gowranga had details of all his political and security officer influence in a file at home. It showed who they were and how much on the take they were. If he were to get rid of Gowranga he had to immediately get them on his side. He had to assure them that what they were getting won’t stop as he took over control. In fact, he would have to give a higher rate than what they got currently. He would have to promise the politicians that he would do their bidding when they needed him to handle any problems. He walked up to the two men as if he just happened to come by as a coincidence.
 
“What are you two doing here? Have you accompanied the boss’s wife?”
“Yes boss,” they replied respectfully. As he was now the second in command.
“Where is she?” Arun asked.
“In there,” one of the men indicated a large shop in front of them.
“You fools why aren’t one of you in there with her,” he said angrily.
They were shaken up to see Arun’s display of anger. “No boss, she told us to wait outside,” one of the men said defensively.
“Well, you should know better, you should have at least been inside watching her discreetly. We have many enemies. What if someone was already inside waiting for a chance to harm her.”
 
These were men with brawn but little intelligence. One of them started moving towards the large store. Arun called him back. “You two wait here, I’ll see to her safety inside.”
 
Arun walked purposefully into the store. He spotted her browsing through some clothes. He quickly walked up to her and said hi. She was startled but very pleased to see him.
“You shouldn’t have come in alone, you should have asked on of the men to accompany you inside,” he admonished her with a smile. She was charmed by his dazzling smile.
 
“No, I’m very familiar with this place. Nothing to worry about but thanks for your concern.” She smiled at him too.
 
“It’s my duty to take care of you. You are my boss’s wife.”
“You’ll take care of me? Why do you think I need to be taken care of,” she looked at him speculatively as she spoke.
 
“You know our line of work danger can be lurking anywhere. It’s my duty to see to your safety and I’m good at it.”
“Good at what?” she smiled coquettishly.
“At doing what needs to be done,” he said as he let his eyes run over her body. He was taking a risk but if his reading of the signals she was giving out right then nothing bad was going to happen.
 
He saw her breathing stop for a few seconds. The desire was there in her eyes. He had hit paydirt. “Thank you, I would like that.” This was the clearest signal from her yet.
“At your service mam, those morons outside don’t know what is important. You better take my number. Call me in case there is any problem or if you need me to do something.”
 
This was it, would she tell him off or would she respond the way he hoped. “Yes, I may need you, give me a missed call and I’ll note your number,” she said as she gave him his number.
 
They spent another forty-five minutes there, more than she had intended to. There were many accidental brushings of hand on hand, hand on body and body on body. Deepa was getting wet at the close proximity of this manly man. If she had come alone she would probably have allowed him to take her where he wants and have let him fuck her. She had been long neglected by Gowranga and she desperately needed a man’s touch on her body. Knowing she was the wife of a crime lord like Gowranga no man was willing to approach her but Arun seemed to have no fear of husband. Finally, she had to go. If spent longer than this inside here even the imbeciles waiting outside would start getting suspicious.
 
“Okay, I’ve got to go. Thank you for being here with me all this while,” she said.
“My pleasure, don’t hesitate to call if you need my assistance.”
“I’m certain I will,” she said in a tantalising tone.
 
Later that night, Arun’s phone beeped. He took it up and saw the message. It was from Deepa as he had hoped for. “Thank you for the company. I enjoyed it. Good night.” Arun’s face broke into a broad smile. His plan was working. Only thing was he would have to fuck her a few times and make sure she enjoyed it before getting her trust. She was not an unattractive woman so it was not going to be some unwanted chore. Besides it has been a long time since he poked a woman who was not a whore.

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Episode 21

Neela was tensed up but Poorvith was completely calm. He was not in the least bit flustered at the situation and that itself gave Neela a little bit of confidence.

 
“I am very serious about your sister and I promise you that I will take care of her very well,” Poorvith said calmly.
 
Poorvith, Neela and Vajendra were seated in Vajendra’s house. They had been talking for about half an hour now but Vajendra still was not convinced about Poorvith sincerity. Vajendra had happened to see Poorvith and Neela together and that was what that had led to this situation.
 
Vajendra took a deep breath before he spoke. “Maybe you are being sincere but the reality is that there is a vast difference in the status of your family and ours. You may talk out of infatuation now but in practical terms this is unlikely to work out.”
 
“No sir, I’m not a teenager to be ruled by infatuation. I have given this deep thought. I truly love your sister very much. There is no one else I would want to share my life than with her.”
 
Neela heart felt was filled with joy on hearing Poorvith’s words. She could sense the earnestness of his words she just hoped her brother could see that too. Vajendra liked the tone and the respectfulness with which Poorvith spoke. It was completely contrary to his opinion of spoilt rich brats. There was a maturity in Poorvith and he came across as an honest and responsible person. Part of his job was being able to read and assess the character of the people he was interrogating and in his judgement Poorvith seemed to be trustworthy. But what it may be his family would probably not have the same feelings towards his sister as Poorvith had feared Vajendra. Being the only son and heir to such a big business empire they surely would have different plans for him. Worse would be if they thought of his sister as a gold digger. What respect .. what treatment can she expect from his family? Vajendra was very fond of his sister and he could never bear to see her miserable in any way. He was in a dilemma. He could see that the two young people were very deeply in love. Breaking up with Poorvith would cause his sister great heartache that he would not bear to see but family situation would be beyond their control. Surely she will be un-welcome in Poorvith’s family.
 
“You are talking because of the emotional feelings you two have for each other but what if your family does not agree? We are ordinary people, if this becomes news and then somehow your family manages to separate the two of you, you would not be affected but the same cannot be said for Neela.”
 
“No, my family would never do that I assure you. You don’t know about them. They would never go against my wishes.”
 
“Poorvith, I have come across many cases involving the very rich in my line of work and let me tell you, you all operate under a different set of rules.”  This was the first time Vajendra called him by his name and that itself gave Poorvith and Neela hope.
 
“Not my family sir .. I give you my solemn promise even if they disown me no one can alter the fact in my mind that the only person who could ever be my wife is Neela. I have the education and I have the intelligence. Even without any form of support or help from my family I can run my own business successfully. I can provide your sister with a very good life.”
 
The discussion went on for a while more before Poorvith successfully convinced Vajendra to accept their relationship though not with complete conviction. “You are wrong about my family my parents are kind people and they will welcome Neela into our family with love and affection. Here let me show you my family, you yourself can see the kindness in their faces.”
 
Poorvith opened a photo of his family on his cell phone and showed it to Vajendra. Vajendra saw a distinguished looking tall gentleman who he presumed must be Poorvith father. There was a young girl who had her hands wrapped around Poorvith’s hands who Poorvoth pointed out was his sister. But the elegant looking woman was somehow familiar but Vajendra could not quite recall who it was.
 
“My mother and sister would become great friends of Neela, you just watch and see sir,” Poorvith said with a happy smile.
 
That night while trying to sleep Vajendra was ,.ng about the events of that day with Poorvith. It was then that Vajendra had the sudden recollection of where he had seen Poorvith’s mother. She was in the car they had overtaken and stopped to investigate near the site of Vinod’s murder. She was with a young man in the car. He had presumed at first at that time that the young man was her son which was obviously not true as her son turned out to be Poorvith as he knew now. He also recalled that he had a vague suspicion at that time that the older woman and young man could possibly be illicit lovers. Could it be that Poorvith’s mother was a woman of this type of character he thought feeling perturbed at his thoughts.
 
Lekha’s phone beeped and she took her phone to see who had messaged her. It was from Prema. It was about three in the afternoon. What is she messaging me now Lekha wondered as she opened the message she had received from Prema.
 
‘enjoyed a delirious fuck the last one hour’ was the cryptic message.
 
“The bitch,” Lekha thought to herself,” does she want to irritate and crow over me.” Thought Lekha who was slightly piqued. Prema was aware that since Vinod’s murder Lekha was not getting anything on the side and that Lekha was frustrated.
 
Since Rakesh was confirmed to be a candidate to become a member of the legislative assembly in the soon to come election he had been very busy in party matters. He had no choice, he had to be or he could easily be replaced by someone who showed more interest. He had a lot of meetings and a lot of visits to do so when he came home he was always exhausted. He was never much of a lover in the first place anyway but now whatever little satisfaction Lekha got had disappeared too.
 
“My cunt is longing to grasp a hot hard flesh ever since Vinod died and here the bitch is exulting at getting poked by someone,” Lekha thought with annoyance.
 
The next picture she received was that of a strapping young man lying naked on a bed with his love tool lying flaccid on his thigh. That it had successfully been engaging in pleasuring a pussy was evident by the little bit of after discharge dribbling on to his thigh. Even in the flaccid state it looked formidable. Even though the pic was focussed on the young man Lekha recognised the surroundings visible in the picture. It was Prema secret love nest, the one Lekha had been fortunate to use for her own sexual dalliance with Vinod.
 
“Wow, this slut is bold, she’s using the place so soon after all the trouble that just happened,” Lekha thought in astonishment.
 
Just at that time a call came on the phone, it was from Prema. “Hi Lekha, you just saw the pic of the young hunk who screwed me .. how was he?”
 
“Hey Prema .. how come you are speaking on the phone? Where is he?”
 
“I’m in the kitchen getting some juice for him, I need him refreshed for the next round. He’s laying on the bed taking a well-earned rest.”
 
“You lucky bitch, he looks delicious,” Lekha scolded her friend half in jest and half in envy.
“Heh, heh,” laughed Prema,” You saw his cock didn’t you .. how is it?”
“Oh yeah, it was mouth watering to see,” Lekha said honestly swallowing her saliva.
 
“Ha ha, I know you slut would think exactly the same way I do .. you are right it was mouth-watering. That’s why I had it in my mouth for nearly a quarter of an hour. It was so good to suck.”
 
“Prema you’re evil you know that. You’re making me so horny and I can’t do anything about it now. Today of all days my husband is coming back in a short while because of an event he wants me in because we have to do it as a couple. His party leader’s orders, otherwise I would be heading for your place.”
 
“Don’t worry my dear,” Prema said enjoying her friend’s frustration,” I have a plan for you with him.”
Hearing this Lekha perked up. “Really?” she asked her friend excitedly.
“Yes, you … and me with that stallion. A delightful threesome. I told him about you and he got excited. He said he had never fucked a politician’s wife before, so you will be his first.”
 
Lekha felt her pussy instantly getting wet on hearing this. After the elections she may not be able to risk sleeping around. It would be more dangerous to do it then but whatever she wanted to indulge in, now was the time. Moreover, Prema place was very private and had little risk of discovery. The earlier problem with Vinod was because he was a criminal. She was sure Prema’s boy toy was nothing of that kind.
 
“Thank you darling, really appreciate that,” Lekha said sincerely.
 
“No issues my dear, I would love to see you squirm in pleasurable agony as he ploughs his big cock into your pussy,” Prema teased her friend.
 
“Yeah, I can see that even when his cock had shrunk. It must have been impressive when it was standing fully erect.”
 
“You bet it was,” said a delighted Prema,” the length is good but his speciality is his girth .. it will stretch out your cunt fully.”
 
“Stop Prema .. I can’t take it anymore. I’m already leaking a lot. Don’t make me masturbate before my husband comes.”
 
Prema now spoke in a conspiratorial tone. “Lekha he’s not just packed well he knows how to use it too. You’ll find out how wonderful it would be soon enough.  
“Oh my god,” Lekha moaned involuntarily to her friends teasing.
 
“We fucked for almost an hour just now .. our foreplay itself was over half an hour. He made me come one time with that alone and when he finally shoved his massive tool inside of me I screamed in delight.”
 
“Ahhh… aaahhh…,” Lekha groaned as she listened to her friend. Her fingers were inside her saree now pinching her swollen clit.
 
“We fucked in three different styles before he filled my pussy with his hot spunk. I had already come three times before that. The third orgasm was so massive I almost blacked out.”
 
Lekha’s fingers were now furiously rubbing her pussy. “sss… oohhh….,” she groaned helplessly.
Hearing her friend masturbating excited Prema too. “I screamed out so loudly as massive spasms shook my body that if I had neighbours they surely would have heard me,” Prema whispered hoarsely to her friend.
 
“God.. god… aaahhhh….,” Lekha whimpered as she came.
Hearing this Prema laughed out loud. “How was it my dear,” she asked her friend and without waiting for Lekha’s reply she said,” Okay got to go to my lover. I want his big cock in me again, bye.” Prema cut the phone. Lekha was seated on her sofa, legs still trembling, her face still flushed from her orgasm.
 
Prema walked into her bedroom with the glass of juice in her hand. “What took you so long,” Prakash asked her.
 
Prema smiled at her lover as she spoke. “I just telling my friend Lekha about your prowess in bed … you know .. the politician’s wife. She can’t wait to get your cock inside her cunt too.”
 
Prema smiled at how Prakash’s cock jerked on hearing this. For Prakash it was delightful news. He was now going to have a stable of three horny rich housewives to service his needs. He had already fucked Mounika and Prema. Of the two Mounika was the better fuck though Prema was not too bad either. He wondered what type of fuck Lekha would be. She probably would be good too. These rich idle wives with itching cunts usually fucked enthusiastically. Prakash started sipping on the juice. At the same time Prema took his cock into her mouth and sipped the remnants of his juice still oozing from the slit on top of his glans. His cock was rapidly gaining strength in Prema’s warm and wet mouth.

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Episode 22

Poorvith was in an earnest conversation with his parents. They were surprised and slightly taken aback by what he was saying to them. As for Poorvith since his relationship with Neela was known to her brother Inspector Vajendra he felt he could not delay informing his parents about his love for Neela. Unlike some rich family playboy, he was not someone who was taking advantage of an ordinary family girl.  He was very serious about his relationship with Neela.
 
“This is all very sudden Poorith, you never gave any indication of this before, asked his perplexed father.
 
“I waited till I was sure of my own feelings before telling you this dad. You know me, I’m not one who makes any rash decisions.”
 
That’s very true Jayakar conceded to himself about his son. Though Sandhya was his pet he always had a bit of worry about her. She was the one who would rebel and go against their wishes and some of her habits and the circle of friends she had was less than savoury. But Poorvith was all he would want in a son. Intelligent, responsible, hard-working, disciplined and well behaved. Poorvith had already shown his capabilities when given important responsibilities in the business. He has shown himself to be well equipped to run the vast business organisation one day. He was also keenly aware that his son had a determined streak in him very much like himself. Once he had made up his mind you were not going to persuade him otherwise. He had hoped that Poorvith would find a girl with strong business connections but he seemed to have settled on a girl from a middle-class background.
 
“I know son and I’m not going to disrespect your feelings and emotions. I just want you to consider all aspects before you make a final decision.”
 
Poorvith was not entirely clear what his father meant and so he sought to clarify. “Why dad, I’m not able to fathom what your concerns are?”
 
Jayakar looked at his son who was looking at him with a furrowed brow. Mounika had been silent so far just observing the interaction between the father and the son. “Think about your girlfriend’s situation. Being among our circle of society could be daunting for her. You know how cynical and cruel some among our so-called friends could be. Would your Neela be able to cope? Would she be under constant stress and therefore miserable?”
 
This was the same worry Vajendra had thought Poorvith. Maybe older people with their greater experiences in life could foresee problems ahead that young people like them who are ruled by emotions could see. “No dad, you don’t know Neela. She is smart, strong of character and the thing I like most about her, her empathy and ingrained kindness to others .. and with all that beauty to match.”
 
“Really? Is she beautiful? I like to see her,” Mounika spoke now, rather excitedly.
 Jayakar smiled at his wife’s reaction. Women he thought as he shook his head. “Looks like you’ve won your mother’s approval. Okay, why don’t you bring her over soon. Let us all meet her.”
 
Poorvith smiled in happiness as he looked at his mom fondly. “Sure dad, I’ll arrange it soon as possible.”
“Let it be somewhere outside. She may get intimidated coming here for the first time,” Mounika interjected.
 
Poorvith looked at his mother gratefully. Women understand the reactions and emotions of other women better. He was very pleased his mother was making an effort to make Neela feel comfortable.
 
“Of course, I’ve told Neela that everything will happen only after Sandhya’s marriage. I hear there is something afoot there? Poorvith said, half question and half statement.
 
“Your right Poorvith. Your mom and aunty Divya are trying to match make Sandhya with Divya aunty’s son Prakash.”
 
Poorvith saw his mother smile fondly on hearing what his father said. What Poorvith didn’t know was the fondness in his mother’s face was caused on her hearing her young lover’s name. She was looking forward to lying in her young lover’s strong arms again. It had now been more than a week since she and Prakash had made love. She found herself yearning for his embrace again. She had not looked forward for sex like this since the early years of her marriage and to be quite honest even at that time not this much as she needed now. Her husband was off on one of his business trips the next day evening and that will pave the way for her and Prakash to frolic in bed once more.
 
That night when Jayakar and Mounika retired to bed Jayakar indicated he wanted sex with his wife. Normally Mounika looked forward to this once or twice a month mood for sex of her husband but now there was something better waiting for her and she was not really looking forward to it. But if she were to reject her husband’s overture it may cause unnecessary problems or even raise suspicions though that didn’t seem likely. She had to respond and so she turned around to face her husband. Jayakar looked at the still beautiful face of his wife. She had aged so well that it hardly showed he thought. He was proud that he had a wife who looked so good even at her late forties. But now the much younger faces of his ‘personal assistants’ like Shilpa was more alluring for him. On his next trip there was a very attractive executive in their overseas office called Susan who would be sharing his bed when he was there. He looked forward to that. But now he would have to do his duty as a husband. He had to take care of his wife at least once or twice a month otherwise she may get overly frustrated. What he didn’t know was his wife was never going to lack for sex anymore when he wasn’t there. She had a handsome and virile young lover who transported her to heights of delight that even he had never taken his wife to.
 
Man and wife kissed passionately as they embraced tightly while sprawling on their luxurious bed. Jayakar sucked on his wife’s still firm breast as he fingered her pussy. He got her sufficiently aroused so that she was wet enough to take in his penis. Mounika sucked her husband’s cock for a minute or two to get him into the mood to fuck quickly. He got in between his wife’s open thighs and rubbed the head of his cock on her wet slit. She took his stem in her fingers and lodged the bulbous head of his cock in her pussy entrance. She closed her eyes as her husband’s cock entered in. She gasped as she imagined it was Prakash’s thick phallus that was searing into her cunt. Jayakar felt his wife’s pussy walls grip his flesh. He imagined it was the tighter grip of Susan’s cunt that was gripping his cock. As they fucked they each imagined they were doing it with their lover rather than their spouse. Ironically this helped both of them to achieve their orgasm. But for both of them this was the trailer. The main show was awaiting them both two days later.
 
Prakash gripped Premavathi by her hair as her head bobbed up and down over his groin. He looked at her red lips gliding up and down his bulging stem, coating it with her saliva as she sucked his cock. She was an expert cock sucker with her skills honed by sucking many cocks .. exclusively young cocks. She had a finger in his butt hole as she sucked his cock. Even for a cock as thick as his she was expert enough to see that she did not scbang his flesh with her teeth. Here was a professional showing all her skills in pleasing a man with her mouth. Good as this was Prakash still liked the more amateur skills of Mounika. Was it because of how much more beautiful she was or was it because she was thought to be a faithful and unattainable wife of a business tycoon. But no matter how elegant, posh or sophisticated a woman was, in bed when in the grip of passion she was just another horny woman who would lay on her back with legs wide open crudely inviting her lover to fuck her precious tight cunt. Prema took her mouth off his cock and looked at his cock that was dripping with her saliva.
 
She looked at her lover and asked,” I’ve been sucking for almost twenty minutes now. Don’t you ever feel like coming?”
 
“No .. why do you want to stop?”
“Not really .. I’ll suck as long as you want but your cock deserves a prize for its stamina,” Prema said sexily.
“Your wet married cunt is all the prize it needs,” Prakash said teasingly.
 
Prakash referring to her cunt as married cunt gave Prema an idea. “I know what this deserves,” She said as she took of her mangalsutra from her neck. She wound the chain of her symbol of marriage around his proudly jutting cock. She stroked his cock as she said,” this strong manhood as conquered this married woman.
 
Prakash’s though immediately went to Yogeshvar. What if he could see his wife disrespecting this symbol of their marriage like this. He had seen Yogeshvar a few times and had never liked him but now he felt a tinge of sympathy for him. How unfortunate that he had got such a slut as his wife. This was why Mounika was special. She would never disrespect her husband like this. Therein was the extra kick for Prakash. A woman who would respect her husband so much but in spite of that would overcome all her reluctance and passionately make love to him and give herself wholeheartedly.
 
“Suck my cock now you bitch, I’ve a mind to take a video of this and send it to your husband.”
 
Prema stopped sucking and grinned at him. “Either his heart would burst or his cock would harden and burst out of his pants.”
“Why is Yogeshvar a cuckold,” Prakash asked.
“Don’t know .. maybe I should try to find out. Then you can fuck me as he watches us and shags off,” She laughed.
“There are no greater bitches than married bitches like you,” Prakash laughed.
“You young bucks love fucking us married bitches the way we love fucking you especially older woman like us,” Prema retorted.
“Yes, you experienced cunts are good in bed,” he said as he pulled her up to him and kissed her.
“We are, aren’t we,” Prema said as she kissed him back passionately.
 
She got on top of him and held his ramrod straight cock at the entrance of her pussy as she sat on him. “Uff, how thick you are … my pussy has never been stretched as much as this before.”
 
“But does it feel good being stretched like this,” Prakash said teasingly.
“It feels wonderful. Every wife should have a lover on the side with a cock like this. Husband’s cock for regular fun and lover’s cock for special treat once in a while.”
 
“Prema, if all women were like you then there won’t be any chaste women left.”
“Most women would want this but are too afraid to go for it. You really wouldn’t know how many women on seeing a hunk like you would wonder in their minds how it would be to get fucked by you even while they are holding their ordinary husband’s hand.”
 
“Enough talk woman, let’s fuck and make sure you bring the other bitch Lekha next week. I’ll tear both your cunts at the same time.”
 
Prema started riding him fast, breasts jangling as she heaved up and down on him. Prakash grabbed her breasts and kneaded them.
 
“Sssss… that’s it baby … suck my tits.”
 
“Ahhh… fuck me baby… harder… Ohhh..”
 
Prema came “… AArrghhhh….. “She rested a few seconds and then moved again.
“Yess… more… more…”
They were drenched in sweat now and still they fucked. She came again and could move no more.
He got on top of her and started humping her. She was aroused again. “God this hunk’s stamina,” Prema thought to herself,” he’s a real stallion.” She wrapped her legs around his waist. She had her eyes closed, her mouth was open, gasping.. whimpering… groaning… She was not aware her nails were digging painfully into his back. She was riding another wave towards its crest. He pumped hard, every now and then devouring her lips. Every time she spasmed her cunt muscles would squeeze and milk his hard flesh but still he refused to come. He was giving Prema a fuck she would never forget.
 
“No more… no more…. I can’t take it,” She surrendered,” AAAAhhhhhh……,” She came again when she thought it was not possible and finally he gushed into her with a roar. They lay there out of breath but sated and in heaven.
 
Deepa looked at the rugged man in front of her. For the first time in her life she was seeing a naked man other than her husband Gowranga. Her eyes shyly looked at his erect manhood that was soon to take her to new pleasures. She was not disappointed, what she saw pleased her. She was also shyly aware that his eyes too were taking in her nakedness. She hoped what he saw pleased him too. It had only been a week since they had exchanged numbers in that shop but she had succumbed to him so fast. What could not be denied was that she was ripe to be plucked too. What was both dangerous and exciting was is that she was going to cheat her husband in his own bed. Arun walked up to her, his erect cock swaying gently as he walked.

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Episode 23

Arun saw the lust in his boss Gowranga’s wife’s eyes as he walked towards her. She unconsciously licked her lips as her eyes were locked on to his erect cock waving in the air as he walked. Was it so appetizing for her that she longed to taste it in her mouth? He was going to fuck his boss’s wife and he was going to fuck her well. She must shudder and scream in ecstasy under him. She must become a slave to his manhood. He was going to use her to push her husband aside and take over the gang. He could use her to kill Gowranga but that could cause some problems. His boss still had connections and trusted in influential places and they may not want to deal with him if he takes over. It would be better to render him helpless without being able to do anything but be a figurehead in name only while he wielded the real power. He must make Deepa his ally. She should be persuaded to poison her husband, not to kill him, but render him helpless to move or speak. He would then run the organisation on his behalf. I will fuck his wife in front of him and he will be helpless to do anything about it he vowed to himself. That would be his revenge for Gowranga not helping him when he wanted revenge against Vinod for his brother’s death Arun thought with anger. His brother Bogan who had been so loyal to Gowranga but in return Bogan’s death meant nothing to Gowranga except for the selfish reason that it weakened his gang and affected his flow of illegal income.

 
Arun stood in front of Deepa. Her eyes were still locked on his manhood. “Take it in your hand,” he said softly.
At last Deepa looked up at his face. “You want it don’t you Deepa? Hold in in your hand .. it won’t bite you,” He said with a smile. Hearing him say this Deepa smiled too, her smile being diffident.
 
Seeing her still unmoving he took her hand in his. Her hand was slightly trembling. In this one week of chatting with her he had aroused her enough to get her to this point where she was ready to give herself to him but there was still some fear inside her. The fear was because her husband would kill her … and probably Arun too if he got to hear about this but her desire was so great she had overcome her fear to some extent. She had no guilt that she was going to betray her husband, only the fear of discovery. Arun placed her hand on his cock. Her fingers were cold made more obvious by the heat of his flesh. It indicated to Arun how much of fear she was in but she nevertheless wrapped her fingers around his cock.
 
“Shake it Deepa, it’s all yours now, do what you want with it.”
She was just holding it not doing anything, just looking at it as if mesmerised. “You’ve seen it before .. why this hesitation,” Arun said. He was referring to when she had see it on video call when they mutually masturbated as they chatted.
 
“It’s so hard,” she spoke in fascination for the time.
“That’s because of you my love, he wants you,” he said huskily.
“It’s like iron,” she repeated as if she couldn’t believe herself.
“Why isn’t Gowranga’s hard like this?”
On hearing her husband’s name being mentioned she looked up sharply at his face. She had let go of his cock.
“Deepa, don’t you want my cock. Don’t you want to fuck with me? He said crudely.
 
Arun saw her lips tremble a little. “What if he finds out, he’ll kill me.”
“Don’t worry I’m here for you, forget that arsehole.”
She flinched slightly when she heard him curse her husband so disparagingly. Whatever said and done he was the father of her kids. But then her desire conflicted with those emotions. Here was her new lover who was rock hard for her unlike her husband of fifteen years. She let him take her hand and place it on his cock again. This time she started stroking him without him asking her to do so.
 
“I want you Arun, otherwise I wouldn’t have invited you here today but I can’t help being scared a little. This is a big step for me. In my fifteen years of marriage I’ve never cheated on him.”
 
“Great Deepa, then I’m your first lover then. The first cheating fuck is the best fuck you will experience.”
She smiled shyly biting her lips. Her face flushed in shyness and lust. “Yours is so hard not like…,” she stopped suddenly biting her tongue.
“Not like???” he prompted but she refused to go on.
“Not like Gowranga’s cock? Hmmm?”
She averted looking at him in embarrassment but he wouldn’t let go. “Not like Gowranga is it. Why does his cock not stand?”
 
“Chee your terrible. I’m not answering.”
“Come on don’t be shy, doesn’t his cock stand? Arun goaded her.
“No, no, it does,” she said quickly in defence of her husband.
“Then??”
After a few moments of silence, she finally said in a low voice,” It gets erect but it’s not as strongly stiff like this.”
“What a fool he is, a woman like you would make any man’s cock as hard as rock.” He wanted to drive home to her that he considered her attractive and to create a little resentment in her towards her husband.
 
The truth was she was not very attractive or anything like that. Being a mother of two kids and being in the latter part of her thirties she had put on some weight. She had a bit of a belly but she was still okay for a fuck. She had a bit of raw sexuality in her face. Probably she was good enough to arouse the sexual interest in inexperienced men in their teens or twenties but for Arun she was just an end towards a means.
 
Arun looked at the bulging mound of her pussy. There was about a two weeks growth of pubic hair there. “You’ve got a juicy pussy Deepa,” he said as her ran his finger over her slit.
“Ssssss…. Arun….oh..ohh…”
“Hmm good, your wet,” he said feeling the inside of her hole with his fingers. She moaned softly as he fingered her. Her hand on his cock tightened as lust slowly overcame her. Suddenly she grabbed him and kissed him passionately. As their lips pressed and ground against each other her tongue entered into his mouth. It took Arun by surprise that Gowranga’s wife could kiss like this. Maybe there is more hidden within her sexually waiting to be explored he thought to himself. This may turn out to be a good fuck after all. Sometimes the less attractive women tend to make up for it by their enthusiasm. Their kiss lasted a good few-minutes. Finally, when they came up for her she blushed at her own display of passion.
 
“Your tits are like ripe melons, feed it to me,” He whispered in her ear. Her hands were teasing the flesh of his chest. Instead of feeding him her nipple she started kissing him all over his chest. She ran wet lines over his flesh with the tip of her tongue before teasing his erect nipples one after the other with the sharp end of her tongue.
 
“You are full of surprises my dear, you are really hard up for sex,” Arun said to himself pleasantly surprised by her sexual skills.
She bit and sucked on his nipple making him groan in spite of himself. He wanted to be in total control but she was making it difficult for him. She started stroking his cock again as she did this making him squirm in pleasure. His boss’s wife was way better than some of the whores he had banged. When a woman was seeking pleasure for herself she tended to want to do that for her partner too. He enjoyed these pre-coital sexual ministrations from his boss’s wife for a while but he wanted more.
 
He pulled her head up and said,” That’s not where you should suck. I want your mouth elsewhere.”
It took a few seconds for her to register what he meant. Realising his want her eyelids fluttered in a mixture of desire and shyness. “You do that for your husband don’t you?” He asked hoping the answer would be negative and that his cock would be the first one to explore her mouth. But she actually did do that for her husband though infrequently maybe once in about five encounters. But now in the last four to five years their sexual mating occurs just about once in three or four months and Gowranga doesn’t even expect that from her. The sex for him seemed to be out of duty rather than any desire for pleasure. All this had led to the build-up of a huge degree of sexual frustration which was finally getting release through Arun. Without answering she slowly tongued her way down from his chest, down over his stomach till she was on her knees in front of him. His cock stood like a thick black snake ready to strike. She lovingly kissed and licked it all the while stroking it. She looked at only the second cock that was ever going to fill her mouth with deep desire. She opened her mouth wide and took his head inside her warm and wet mouth. As she moved her mouth back and forth she slowly pulled his foreskin back exposing his sensitive bud to her licking tongue. She revelled in the taste of his seeping pre-cum as she sucked his tool.
 
Arun looked at the photo of Gowranga hanging on the wall opposite him and thought to himself,” Look you son of a bitch, see how your wife, the mother of your kids, is lovingly pleasuring my cock with her mouth. The same mouth you would have kissed a thousand times is tasting my cock you bastard. Soon I’ll take over everything from you.”
 
After about ten minutes later he was on top of her driving his big rod into her moist tunnel. Each time he pushed in hard his stomach would thud against her belly. She would cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, a little pain because of little use and a lot of pleasure because of her huge need.
 
“Hhungg…. Hhunngg… Hhunngg…,fuck … fuck… faster…faster,” Deepa moaned. Her whole being was on fire. Her long neglected sexual heat was at last getting released. She held his head to her breast as he chewed on her nipple as he humped her deep and hard. After long months of frustration, it wasn’t long before she felt the enormous wave of pleasure as she reached her first orgasm. But he continued to hump her till she came again and again. She must need him from now onwards. She must want to do anything for him. He fucked her till she lay crumpled beneath him being. His hot semen was brimming in her love channel and her heart was filled with joy. He took her once more before she sent him away with a loving kiss. When she went back to her bedroom the mess that was her bed made her smile, feel a little embarrassed too at how wildly they had copulated like animals. She started cleaning up the place so as to leave no evidence of what had happened there all the while thinking of her lover who had given her immense bliss. Even if her husband was to find out and kill her it would be worth it for the ecstasy that she had just experienced.
 
The fund-raising event was going on in full swing. Most prominent businessmen were present there. Among them Poorvith, representing his father, Prakash representing his and Yogeshvar. This was organised by the main opposition party and its alliance parties. The coalition that was expected to win the next state elections so all the prominent business people were there. They made it a point to contribute to both sides of the political divide so that whoever comes to power they would still have influence with them. Among the prominent party leaders mixing with the crowd and getting themselves known to everyone were Rakesh and Lekhashree. They were both talking to Yogeshvar as he was known to them with Lekha and Premavathi being friends and all.
 
“You must really support us,” Rakesh was telling Yogeshvar,” we’ll definitely form the government soon. Yogeshvar just smiled in reply.
“Rakesh would be made a minister you know,” Lekha interjected proudly.
“Now, now, Lekha, nothing is known for certain,” Rakesh said self-deprecatingly but the smirk on his face belied that display of modesty.
“Sure, I’ll support you, after all we are all good friends,” Said Yogeshvar.
 
All of them were mingling in the large ballroom of a big hotel. Security was very tight and no uninvited guests were allowed especially the press. The few trusted staff of the hotel were strictly warned by the hotel management that nothing that happened inside was to leak out or there will be dire consequences. Hence there was free flow of liquor and cocktails in the ballroom.  The leader of the main party Mr. Maheswara, who was tipped to be the next chief minister was making his way around the guests. He stopped over to speak a few words with them.
 
After a few pleasantries he spoke as if conspiratorially to Yogeshvar. “Keep an eye on Rakesh Mr. Yogeshvar, he is going places.” Both Rakesh and Lekha beamed proudly listening to the compliment by such a prominent leader.
 
Prakash who had been observing the group walked over to them as Mr. Maheswara moved to the next group of guests. “Hello sir, how are you?” he addressed Yogeshvar.
 
It took him a few minutes to recognise Prakash as being the son of one of the prominent businessmen in the city. He vaguely remembered having been introduced to him.
 
“Oh, hi young man, how are you,” he said while desperately trying to recollect Prakash’s name.
“I’m good sir, I’m surprised you recognised me. We had only met one time really. I bet you don’t even remember my name,” Prakash smiled disarmingly.
“Guilty as charged,” Yogeshvar replied with a smile of his own.
“I’m Prakash sir,” He said as he shook Yogeshvar’s hand. In his mind Prakash thought,” You better remember the name because I had been drilling your wife the whole of the afternoon two days ago.”
“How is aunty? Is she here,” Prakash asked Yogeshvar.
“No, she’s at home. She said she was tired and wanted to rest.”
“Anything wrong sir,” Prakash asked with false concern. I’m the one who is the cause for her tiredness he laughed to himself.
“No nothing like that, she really doesn’t like these types of functions. She’s good,” Yogeshvar replied.
 
Prakash wanted to tell him,” I know she’s good, she showed it to me three times yesterday afternoon,” but all he said was “Oh I see.” He took perverse pleasure in casually chatting to the man whose wife he had been banging secretly.
“This is Mr.Rakesh and his lovely wife Mrs. Lekha. Lekha and my wife are very good friends,” Yogeshvar introduced the couple who were watching the small talk between them.
Only after hearing Lekha’s name did Prakash really observe them, especially Lekha. “So, this is the bitch Prema has set up for me to fuck in a few days-time,” He thought happily. She was a sexy bitch alright. Even though she had dressed up conservatively in a saree for this function her curves were still observable. It was going to be a pleasure fucking her.
 
Lekha off course knew who it was. She had already seen his naked body and massive tool from the pic Prema had sent her. Lekha felt her mouth go dry. Prakash shook both their hands, secretly giving Lekha’s hand a little extra squeeze. They were chatting pleasantly for a minute or two when Maheswara beckoned Yogeshvar and Rakesh over to him to meet some other people leaving Lekha alone with Prakash.
 
“Come Lekha, let’s go get a drink,” he told her authoritatively.
She followed him as if hypnotised as he walked towards a drink station. He picked up a whisky while getting her a glass of wine. She felt a strange compulsion to do whatever he said. He was the dominant and take-charge type and she reacted meekly. He adroitly moved them towards a pillar so that they were not prominently visible to others. He stood in front of her blocking the view of her for others.
 
“Prema told me all about you Lekha, you are more gorgeous than she said you are.”
Lekha did not know what to say.
“Did she tell you about the time we had two days ago Lekha? She told me she did.”
“Yes,” Lekha answered shyly.
“We had a wonderful time .. and you and I will too soon. After seeing you I can’t wait for the day,” Prakash leered at her breasts.
His boldness was disturbing but at the same time exciting to Lekha. “See what you have done to me,” He said as he pulled her hand and placed it on his bulging front.
 
Lekha was shocked and afraid someone would see but his body was blocking her from other peoples view. In that few seconds she had a measure of how big he was. He had made the cream flow from her pussy. Prakash enjoyed seeing her discomfort. This politician’s wife was itching for another person’s cock so why should she be shy he said to himself.
 
“Please, someone might see,” She pleaded to him.
He let go of her hand after a few seconds but before that, without her conscious will Lekha had squeezed his cock before realising what she was doing unconsciously.
“Give me your phone,” He said as he took her phone and dialled his number and gave a missed call.
At that time Lekha looked over his shoulder to see her husband looking around for her.
“Quick, I’ve to go, he’s looking for me,” She said as she grabbed her phone from him and quickly joined her husband.
 
Prakash was casually walking around when Poorvith joined him. They had been introduced but had not really spoken but now Poorvith was aware that he could potentially be his brother in law.
 
“Hi Prakash, fancy seeing you here, didn’t uncle come? Poorvith asked smiling friendlily.
“No, he couldn’t make it, he is having a very important meeting, so I came on his behalf here.”
“Same situation for me too, my dad is on one of his overseas trips so I have to endure this tedium,” Poorvith volunteered.
“I know, that’s why your mother is coming to my condo tomorrow and I’m going to fuck her brains out,” Prakash smiled within himself.
Poorvith felt a little awkward in the situation. Hesitantly he asked Prakash,” I hear that our parents are keen to see your betrothal with my sister Sandhya. I hope you are not being coerced into this in anyway?”
 
Prakash laughed out loud. “No chance of that. No one can force me. I’m honestly willing to give it a try. I’ve gone on a date twice with Sandhya. We seem to get along. Let’s see how it goes.”
 
Poorvith was relieved to hear this. “That’s good. Sandhya is a little spoilt but she’s a good person,” Poorvith played his role as an elder brother by vouching for his sister.
 
Prakash looked at Poorvith relieved face. He could see the resemblance to Mounika in his face. “If your sister is half as good as your mother is, in bed I’ll have no complaints,” Prakash thought to himself.
 
“Your sister and I are getting along quite well and I think there will be good new soon.”
“I’m so glad you two are getting along well,” Poorvith said happily.
“Not as well as how your mother and I are getting along my dear future brother in law,” Prakash thought,” before your father come back your mother’s pussy is going to be sore.”
This evening had gone on well Prakash said to himself, I’ve chatted with three men where I’ve been fucking the women in their family, or in Lekha’s case going to fuck soon.

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Pls Don't mind me asking this, Can we have great in-detail lovemaking session b/w Prakash-Monika since he said in mind, ur mom tmrw coming to my Condo.
Or Prakash-Lekha Since he took her no.

I will be writing that but not in the next update but in the following one. 

Super interesting

Superb

Good one

 Thank you.

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Episode 24

There was a deep discussion going on between DCP Paul, ACP Dharana and Inspector Vajendra.

 
“Are you sure about this?” DCP asked his two subordinate officers.
“Yes sir, we are pretty sure. There’s something going on between Arun and Gowranga’s wife,” Dharana replied.
“Okay but can you say that with absolute certainty?”
“If you put it that way we can never be one hundred percent certain unless we can actually confirm seeing Arun and Gowranga’s wife engaging in sexual activity but apart from that all indications are that they have become sexually intimate.”
“You can get cybercrime to pull out the records of conversation or messages between the two of them can’t you? Asked Paul.
“I’ll need your authorisation on that sir,” replied Inspector Vajendra.
“Okay, I’ll see that you get it.”
 
“How did you come upon this information?” DCP asked.
It was Dharana’s turn to elaborate on how they stumbled on to this piece of news. “I have ordered surveillance of Arun’s activities for sometimes now sir.”
DCP Paul looked at him in puzzlement. Why had Arun on his own had become so important that someone was detailed to track just his activities rather than the activities of the whole crime organisation.
Understanding the look on his superior officer’s face Dharana hastened to explain. “I have a hunch that it was Arun who masterminded the killing of Vinod and hijacking the drug deal from Balveer.”
“That’s interesting go on.”
 
“All this indicated that Arun’s ambitions were much more than to just be a henchman for Gowranga, so I decided that we needed to keep an eye on him as something seemed to be brewing.”
“Were you of the opinion that Arun wanted to take over from Gowranga?” Asked Paul.
“Yes sir, that was my thinking.”
“That could turn out both ways if it was true. Either it would happen smoothly without much of a power struggle or it could turn out to be a bloody mess,” DCP Paul thought out aloud.
“Exactly sir, that’s what I thought too.” ACP Dharana thought process had been the same as that of his boss.
“I felt we had not paid adequate attention to him. If as I thought he had masterminded both Vinod’s death and the heist then he was way smarter than what we had given credit for.”
 
“And it looks like you were right weren’t you,” DCP Paul said with a wry smile.
Dharana smiled in return. “But even I didn’t expect this development between Gowranga’s wife and Arun.”
“What is the woman’s name?”
Dharana referred to his notes to confirm before replying. “Deepa sir. Arun must be wanting to use her to get to Gowranga because I don’t think he would have been attracted to her otherwise.”
“Why? Is she ugly or anything like that?”
 
“No sir you can’t say that. She must have been a fairly good-looking woman in her younger years but now she has become a little plumb and her looks has faded somewhat in her late thirties but she is what you would say just okay.”
“This Arun is younger isn’t he,” mused DCP Paul aloud.
“That’s true, If, he just wanted sex he could have easily got better looking and younger women. I think he plans to use her to get to Gowranga.”
“Continue what you are doing. Maybe we can cripple the gang and at the same time get Vinod’s killers as a bonus.
After further discussion between them both Dharana and Vajendra saluted DCP Paul and left.
 
“He did what?” Prema said as she felt a stirring in her loin.
“What did you tell him about me? He was so direct and bold,” Lekha exclaimed having still not got over what Prakash had done.
“Nothing much. Just that you were very much like me, a frustrated housewife who longs for a thick and long piece of meat to take us to rapture. In return he can feast on your body the way he did on mine.”
“I nearly died in fright. That rascal could have got me into a lot of trouble,” Lekha shuddered recalling the events of that evening. Her husband was lying in bed beside her in a drunken stupor, snoring loudly. He was in no position to listen to his wife’s conversation with Prema.
“Did you hold his cock when he pressed your hand on his groin?” Prema asked completely ignoring Lekha’s complaints.
“What I am saying what are you asking,” Lekha grumbled at her friend.
“Forget that, nothing went wrong did it? Now how did his cock feel when you squeezed it?”
 
Lekha recollected how his erect flesh felt in her fingers. She shuddered again thinking back about that but this time in arousal rather than fear. “God he was big,” was what she blurted out.
“He was, wasn’t he,” Lekha could imagine her friend leering as she said this. “You should see it up and live, ready for action. Just the sight can make your pussy leak.”
A sexually well packed man was not something new to Lekha. Vinod too was like that but she also remembered what ecstasy that big pole gave her and listening to Prema, Prakash was also of the same breed.
“He told me that you and he had a fantastic time in your cottage. He said you two did it three times. What stamina he must have.”
“Stamina and skill, that’s my Prakash. He leaves a tingling feeling in your cunt even after he has pulls out his sweet pole,” Prema laughed throatily.
“You enjoyed it a lot didn’t you?” Lekha said as her fingers slid down her body to her pussy.
 
Prema enjoyed making Lekha hot. She must make Lekha a slave to illicit sexual pleasures. If as expected her husband becomes a minister in the next state government then having a minister’s wife under her control could be useful both to her and her husband. They could use that to increase their own wealth. Everyone ultimately had their own selfish motive. One of the prime weaknesses for people in power seems to be sex. These sexual machinations had a dual purpose, one was personal pleasure and the other using that to achieve power or wealth.
 
“Lekha he is an animal in bed. He will fulfil all your fantasies you can be sure about that.”
Prema smiled as she heard a small moan escape from Lekha’s lips. She must be fingering her cunt now thinking of Prakash she thought to herself. I have to get her together with Prakash as soon as possible but first I have to set up a hidden camera to record everything she decided. It has to be set up well. It has to clearly show Lekha’s face as her lips are wrapped around Prakash’s thick tool. It should show her pussy totally being stretched by that massive girth of his love pole. Most importantly it should show Lekha’s expression as his cock ploughs into her. That agony like ecstasy expression would unmistakably show whoever was watching that the woman getting fucked completely under the control of her lover. Imagine if it was known that the woman being fucked by her lover was a minister’s wife, the video itself would be worth a lot of money. But her interest was not in such small stakes.
 
“I’ve planned for us to get together with Prakash for the coming week. Another thing when you come, come in a saree. You attire and make up should show that you are a married woman.”
 
Lekha was a bit puzzled by this. “I don’t quite get you Prema.”
“I mean you have to have your mangalsutra on, don’t take it off and leave it at home. Make sure you have vermillion on the parting of your hair, toe rings … basically the works.”
“Why Prema, why all this?”
“He is into married women (in a way literally Prema thought with a laugh, he liked to push his cock into willing married women), he gets inspired when he fucks women like us.”
Actually, Prakash did not request or expect anything like that but Prema wanted to establish what type of women is fornicating with a man in the video.
“Okay Prema,” Lekha said a little apprehensively,” Would it be safe Prema. He won’t blabber about us anywhere would he?”
 
“Be cool girl, he comes from a very big family. He would want his affairs to be discreet too, so don’t worry.”
“Okay I trust you Prema. You know best.”
“That the spirit, you know I’ll be there for you. Also be ready to suck for a long time till your jaw aches.”
Lekha felt a little shiver run through her on hearing this. “Why? Can he last a long time?”
“Oh boy can he … I sucked and sucked and all it did was get his cock to become bigger than it already was but he showed no sign of coming.”
Lekha started frigging herself faster. “Don’t worry .. I’ll manage.” Her voice came in gasps now. A man with huge sexual stamina and capacity was not new to Lekha, her departed lover Vinod was of the same ilk.
Prema was sure now that Lekha was fingering herself and by her gasping it seems she was very close to her orgasm. Now to just push her over the edge.
“When he shoves his cock in your pussy it would feel like he is slamming into your stomach and you’ll see stars. He’ll hump you till you come two or three times before he shoots his load into you.”
“Ahhmmm…..” This time Lekha groan was quite loud. Prema smiled at hearing her friend enjoy her self-induced orgasm.
 
“I missed you darling … muah..” Mounika gave a big wet kiss through the phone.
“Likewise, here baby, muah..” Prakash kissed back.
“It’s already passed two sweetheart. Have to sleep now and be fresh for you tomorrow my love. I can’t wait to be in your arms again,” Mounika said huskily.
“I can’t wait too. I can’t believe I’m going to have you the whole day tomorrow,” Prakash said.
“Yes, I know,” Mounika said happily,” We’ve not made love for more than a week and I need you badly. A few hours are not going to be enough so I’ve given an excuse at home that I’m occupied the whole day tomorrow.
“Thank you baby, a few hours are not enough for me too, I’ve been yearning for you too much.”
 
“My poor baby, I’ve starved you for too long,” Mounika cooed lovingly. She was blissfully unaware that her young lover’s needs had been taken care off by another horny rich housewife. “I must really make it up to him, do anything he asks,” she said to herself.
“Mounika, my voluptuous sex goddess, I have another rule for tomorrow.”
“What is it?” She asked excitedly. She knew it would be something arousing.
“Once we are in my Condo there won’t be any clothes on us for the whole day. We will be completely naked till we leave my place.”
Mounika blushed red on hearing this. “I’ve never done anything like this Prakash, not even with my husband. I don’t know if I could remain like that the whole day, I’ll feel too shy.”
“Nothing to be shy between the two of us. I’ll be naked too … and you will have a task.”
 
“What task?”
“Whenever you see my cock getting erect it would be your task to see that my erection come down and let me tell you it would stand up at least five or six times tomorrow.”
Good god, what a virile animal he is and what stamina he has got she thought as her body trembled in excitement and anticipation. He had literally promised her that he will fuck her at least five to six times tomorrow. She had never had sex that many times in a day in all her married life. The most her husband had made love to her in a night was three times when they were newly married. That too that had happened only once.
“You are terrible you know that, I don’t think I can manage so many times.”
“Yes, you can darling, each time we fuck it would be heaven, I promise you,” Prakash whispered throatily.
Mounikla had a good sleep that night, her dreams filled with images of she and Prakash thrashing around naked in his bed. The dream of that night became a reality the next day.

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Episode 25

“Where is your husband?” Arun asked.

Deepa smiled in delight on reading the message from her lover. “He’s taking his shower now,” She replied.
“Anything went on between you and him last night?”
Deepa felt shy on reading this. She was not accustomed to openly talking about sex to anyone but this new lover of her excited her in more ways than one. “No,” Was all that she wrote.
“Why not?” was his cryptic question.
 
Deepa was aware why he was asking this because it was he who had asked her to have sex with her husband that night. When he had said this to her she was at a loss to why he wanted her to do this and she had asked him that. His answer made her shocked, apprehensive and excited. He video called her and she picked up the line immediately.
 
“I want him to lick the cunt that I had fucked,” He had said with a roguish smile. She was shocked that he would want to do this to another man, that too his own boss.
 
“I don’t think I can do that,” She had said.
He had asked her the same thing yesterday as he did today. “Why not?”
“He hardly ever touches me now. Sex between us happens very rarely now,” She had made him understand.
“Never mind, you initiate it. Tell him you are in the mood.”
She was apprehensive that her husband would find out that she had been freshly fucked. What if her husband suddenly found her pussy to be loose she had thought in ignorance not knowing that her pussy muscles were elastic enough to go back to it’s original shape very quickly. Moreover what if Arun had left marks on her body that she was unaware about she had though as she unconsciously started feeling over her breasts with her fingers.
 
“No, he will reject my advances,” She had said doubting her ability to make her husband fulfil her desires.
“A woman can achieve anything if she puts her mind to it. You caress his body, fondle his little cock .. take it in your mouth to overcome his resistance. Which man can resist a woman taking his prick in her mouth. When he is excited sit on his face and push your cunt on his lips,” He had grinned.
 
Arun had seen the doubtful look on her face. “Just think Deepa. Has he treated you well? He is not bothered about your feelings. Don’t you want revenge in making him lick your cunt which had been just fucked by your lover … doesn’t he deserve that?”
 
The image that came to her mind when Arun graphically described what he wanted to do excited her. Her freshly fucked cunt being served to her uncaring hubby. So, she had tried to do what Arun had asked her but Gowranga had violently shoved her away. This rejection not only hurt her feelings it caused even greater anger against her husband. Arun on the other hand wanted to see how much Deepa can be pushed and how much he could get her to obey him. He also wanted to create a feeling of disdain for her husband in Deepa. When she told Arun how her husband had rejected her sexual advances Arun told her not to worry.
 
“If not now it will surely happen another day,” Arun assured her.
“So, when again? Deepa asked shyly. When she heard Arun laugh on hearing this, blood shot to her face as she blushed in embarrassment.
“Do you want me again? Is your pussy itching for my cock.”  He whispered lasciviously to her.
He liked seeing her eyes become downcast in embarrassment. He didn’t wait for her reply. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning after your husband and kids leave home,” He promised her.
 
At that time, she heard the bathroom door opening. “He’s coming out,” She quickly said in hushed tone before cutting off the phone.
 
“Where are you now,” Prakash asked Mounika on the phone.
“In the car, almost reaching your place,” She replied.
“Hurry baby, I can’t wait,” He said huskily.
 
Mounika drove as fast as she could and parked her car beside where Prakash’s car was parked. She took out her mirror from her hand bag and had a quick look at her face. She was pleased with what she saw. A forty-eight years old woman who looked like was in the early thirties. A beautiful, elegantly made up face especially done with great care for the new young love of her life. She wore a blue saree that was sheer enough that the exposed part of her stomach and hips were visible enough through the saree. She wore the lowest cut blouse that she had that matched her saree. Why did I bother so much to dress up like this for him she laughed to herself. The clothes were not going to be on her body for long. She rang his bell and he opened the door immediately for her. He wolf-whistled on seeing her.
 
“Wow honey you look absolutely stunning,” He said looking at her admiringly.
“You like it? I dressed up especially for you my darling,” She said twirling around for him to admire.
He grabbed her and pulled her hard against his body. “I’ll show you how much I like it,” He said as he fastened his lips on her red painted lips.
She parted her lips to accommodate his lips as her eyelids grew heavy with the passion that engulfed her. Their hands were restlessly pawing on each-others body. Their clothing was a hinderance to their lustful embrace but yet every touch of their partners fingers on their body caused shivers of pleasure to run through them in spite of the clothes being in the way. His tongue insinuated itself into her sweet mouth. Their tongues duelled in her mouth like two male snakes seeking dominance for mating rights, each pushing down on the other in sequence. Soon the battleground for their duel changed from her mouth to his. When their lips finally parted their eyes locked together in lustful heat. They stood forehead to forehead, each feeling the passion their lover by the hotness of the breath lashing on to their faces.
 
“I missed you darling,” Mounika said with ardent desire.
“Me too baby,” Prakash said genuinely wanting to experience the special pleasure he got from her enchanting experienced womanhood.
 
Her trembling red lips were too much of a temptation for him to resist and his lips avariciously plucked her lips in another deep and amorous kiss. This time their need to feel each-others body was too great for patience anymore. With their lips still locked and grinding together they feverishly tried to get rid of their clothes from their bodies. They still had to reluctantly part their lips for a few seconds now and then to get their clothes off. In less then a minute their clothes were strewn on the floor and their naked bodies were mashed against each other as they kissed passionately.  Her fleshy breasts were misshapen as they pushed up against his muscular chest. But when her swollen nipples rubbed against his taut flesh she had streaks of pleasure spreading through her. She moaned into his kissing mouth as she ran her nails over his broad back. She didn’t have to go on to her toes to kiss him as she still had her three inches heeled sandals on. His hard cock was trapped between their stomachs. She shuddered as she felt the wet sticky tip rub against navel.
 
Even my cock rubbing against her soft stomach is giving me so much pleasure he thought as he continued to devour her lips. But then her cunt is so much sweeter he told himself. They kissed with fervour and would take a bit of break to gasp and take their breath, their foreheads pressed against each other as they whispered lovingly to each other before continuing to kiss. It seemed like their smooching continued forever but in reality it was only about fifteen minutes or so. But his kisses were enough to get her pussy wet and ready to accommodate his virile member in its warmth. They looked at each other and smiled. She feeling shy at her own display of desire for her a lover so much younger than her and he, triumphantly in making this sophisticated woman a slave to his sexual prowess. Learning that she had never before strayed from her marriage vows and that only he has been successful in breaching her resistance and unleashing the slut in her made the sex all the more sweeter.  
 
“They are so beautiful,” Prakash said admiringly as he gently cupped her firmly hanging fruits. Mounika bit her lips as he pinched her nipple.
 
“Take car of my cock baby, it’s been yearning for the touch of your fingers.”
Mounika looked at his magnificent love machine. She unconsciously licked her lips on seeing that pleasure tool. This is what her daughter would get every night she thought and couldn’t help feeling envious about her own daughter. She just gently rubbed her forefinger in circles on the foreskin. She saw it jerk as he tightened his groin when she did that. She smiled mischievously on seeing the reaction her finger was having on his cock. Prakash felt the heat in his blood rising as her dainty finger teased his sensitive flesh. He was impatient for those long and slender fingers to pleasure his thick rod.
 
“Take it in your hand honey, don’t tease me, stroke it baby… hmm…”
She wrapped her fingers from underneath his cock so that he could see from above that the tip of her fingers were hardly able to encircle his bulging rod fully. Her fair fingers with her painted nails caused a stark contrast on the darker skin of his phallus. This was the best housewife that he had ever fucked. Every thing about her, every action of hers was highly erotic to him. She started stroking him, long and slow strokes. Each time she pulled and pushed the skin of his manhood he would give out a soft moan of pleasure.
 
“Ohh.. it’s so hot,” Mounika moaned feeling the throbbing flesh of the first man to have taken her to such unknown heights of pleasure.
 
Prakash held her head by the back of her neck and pulled her towards him and kissed her. Mounika continued to stroke his cock as she kissed her naughty lover. He slowly pushed her head down to his chest. Mounika knew what to do next. She nibbled on his erect nipple with her teeth but gently enough not to mark him.
 
“Aarr.. yes baby  .. suck .. shake my cock,” Prakash mumbled in passion.
Mounika did exactly that as she now moved from nibbling to sucking on his chest. The remnants of the lipstick on her lips which had been smudged and almost gone after their passionate kissing was now smeared around his nipple.
 
“Ahh… wonderful baby … yesss… Why did your husband stay so long before he travelled … I missed you baby… I missed your tight pussy.”
 
“Yes.. he stayed too long this time.” Before her involvement with Prakash Mounika would be happy if her husband’s trips were put off but for the first time now she had wished he would go away quickly. She wanted the warm embrace of her virile stud.
 
Prakash moaned as her reddish lips refastened on his nipple. He watched her lips feasting on his body causing him to be in a state of constant arousal. “You wanted your husband out of the way too,” He teased her.
 
She bit him a little harder causing him to wince, then almost immediately soothingly licked him in remorse. “Yes, you rascal .. you’ve made me forget my hubby. I couldn’t forget that wonderful fuck we had in your bedroom. Your huge cock nearly tore my poor pussy you brute.”
 
Prakash felt a fresh flow of lust carousing through his body. Mounika was not the type to talk dirty. She had never done that with her husband. He had been the only man to make her open up like this. Hearing words like fuck, cock and pussy coming from the lips of such a refined woman like her was especially arousing. This was only the beginning, before this day was over she would be screaming in lust like a whorish slut.
 
Mounika cupped his balls with the palm of her other hand as she now sucked his nipple while stroking him. Her fingers of her hand cupping his balls were now below his scrotum on the sensitive hidden stem of his phallus. She gently teased, scrapping her nails on the area that was easily responsive to pleasure. Prakash groaned in appreciation of the pleasure his mature lover was giving him. These two illicit lovers were so infused with lust that they were still engaged in their foreplay right in the middle of the living room. They weren’t even patient enough to get to the bedroom.  Prakash grasped her dangling breast and started fondling it as she continued to take him to greater pleasure. He has had younger lovers including the recently seduced Prema but none of the lust filled women could hold a candle to this woman he thought. In the case of Prema it was more like she seducing him than the other way around. His earlier experience with two other housewives happened because they gave out signals that they were available for him. It didn’t take any great effort on his part before the were lying naked in his bed inviting him to take them. One was a frustrated wife who was not getting any pleasure from her husband while the other was bored and wanted to try out an adventure. Both of them were enthusiastic sexual partners and were very satisfactory in bed.
 
But Mounika was different from all of them. She was not looking around to cheat on her husband. She had not given him any indication that she was interested in him. She was both beautiful and sexy and most important of all thought to be unattainable. He had pursued her relentlessly. She was the first woman where he had made full effort to get her in bed with him. She was looked upon as somewhat of an ice queen. But he always felt that the man who could make her melt would find out that she was a red-hot volcano of lust waiting to erupt given the right trigger. He had been proved to be right. When he showed her a new world of higher intensity sexual bliss she became hooked to the pleasure .. and him. She had now become predisposed to exploring her sexuality and the many hidden delights therein. He is to be the recipient of her newfound obsession in exploring the pleasures of the flesh.
 
“Sssss… what a manhood you have my love, your cock is so beautiful to look at, it makes me wet just holding it.” Her open admiration for his phallus and the uninhibited lust she had for him made him even more aroused.
 
He looked at her beautiful hands playing with his heated cock and sperm filled balls and asked her hoarsely,” What’s so special about my cock sweetheart, why do you like it so much?”
 
Though he had a good idea why he still wanted to hear those words come out from those succulent lips of hers.
“It’s so big and more than that it’s so unbelievably thick.”
“Why? Haven’t you seen one so big and thick before?” He was indirectly making a comparison between his manhood and her husbands because he knew that the only other male organ she has seen apart from his was that of her husband. She would never admit to a direct comparison with the man she had spent a whole married life with. She would not be comfortable demeaning her husband unlike a person such Prema who would delight in doing it with her lover. But in this way she would be moved to automatically making a mental comparison between the virile flesh she was holding in her hands to that of her husband.
 
“I only seen it in porn movies but never live life this. It was only after I slept with you for the first time that I realised that even normal men can be as big as those porn actors.”
 
“You like watching porn Mounika,” He asked both surprised and delighted.
“Not now but when I was younger we used to…..,” She hesitated to go on.
Prakash could see that she felt shy about telling it out loud by seeing her face turn red.
“Tell me Mounika, please, it’s only between us, don’t be shy.”
Mounika looked at the eager face of her macho Adonis. Why is such a hunk so crazy about me she wondered in happiness. As I so attractive to him even at this age?
“My husband and I used to watch it together as we made love when we were much younger,” She confessed bashfully.
“Wonderful, we’ll do that too and today,” Prakash said being very pleased at what he heard.
 
“What part you liked the most in those movies?” Prakash asked further.
“Why are you asking me all this you oaf,” She scolded him playfully.
“No Mounika just out of curiosity. Take me for example I loved seeing the female porn stars sucking the male stars cocks.”
“You men all are typical. You all like that don’t you?”
“Yes, Mounika and that too I like how their lipstick doesn’t smudge as they suck on the cock. Not only that they are all so sexily made up with beautiful manicured fingers, everything is so sexy to see.”
 
Mounika saw her own well-manicured and painted fingernails shining as she pulled on his long rod. So, no wonder he keeps looking at my hand stroking him with so much fascination. “You, silly boy there are smear proof lipstick in the market.”
 
“Tell me what you like Mounika?”
She pulled his head to hers and gently kissed his lips before whispering. “I like those with a bit of story, makes it more believable and exciting, not those that have mindless fucking.”
 
“You like that too,” Prakash said excitedly. “I like where the hero seduces and fucks the wimp’s wife.”
“And do you like it to be that the wife is an older woman? Mounika asked meaningfully. Was this the only reason he wants me she asked herself thoughtfully.
“No, not necessary but the wife must be beautiful and sexy, just like you,” Prakash replied not falling into any trap set by her.
“If I was not someone’s wife would you not wanted me?”
“You are so glamorous and elegant, it wouldn’t have mattered in your case.”
 
Mounika was very pleased with his answer and she again started kissing him passionately. “Thank you for that,” She said after that long kiss ended.
“But with all this beauty and sexiness you being someone else’s wife is an added bonus,” Prakash said cheekily, grinning at her.
Mounika hit him on his chest several times with the bottom of her fist. “You are an incorrigible idiot,” She said equally playfully.
 
“Mounika, do you have lipstick like that,” He asked coyly.
Mounika didn’t understand what he meant. “What? She asked before it struck her what he wanted to know. She recalled how her own lipstick had smeared and practically disappeared by their feverish kissing. “Why do you ask?” She asked trying to hide the smile on her face.
 
“Just asking, do you have it?” He replied.
“Yes.”
“Now here with you?”
Now Mounika was certain what he wanted her to do. “I think there is one in my handbag.” She saw the delight in his face when she said that. “Do you want me to put that on?”
“Yes, please my love.”
“Why do you want to kiss again after that.” She was now shamelessly teasing him.
“Yes, seeing your luscious wet lips before kissing would be very arousing but something else would be more.” Prakash was thinking how sexy it would be to see her lipstick covered lips gripping and sucking on his cock. It would just be like in the blue movies.
 
“What else do you want me to do? Mounika asked huskily giving him a smouldering look. She again started playing with his rock-hard cock. The same cock that she would soon be tasting.
“Wear your lipstick and suck my cock just like in the porn films.”
Mounika gave him a naughty look as she walked to wear she had thrown her handbag when they had started smooching fierily. Prakash looked admiringly at the movement of her shapely bottom as she walked. As she still had her heeled sandals on her well-toned calk and thigh tightened as she moved and up and down movements of her rounded buttocks were accentuated and very erotic to see. When she bent down to pick up her handbag the slit of her pussy was puffed up and pushed back. The glistening he could see showed how wet and ready she was for him. Few minutes later she was standing before him again with a fresh coat on her lips. They looked so kissable but he was not sure if it would get smudged again. He wanted to see his cock enter those delectable lips. But Mounika grabbed him and kissed him very hard and long. When they parted he could see that there was no smudging at all.
 
Her lips spread out in a warm and sexy smile. “Is this what you wanted darling?”
“Yes,” He replied. He couldn’t believe himself how hoarse he sounded.
Mounika gave a very sexy look to the magnificent virile young man standing in front of her before she slowly started kissing down from his neck, chest, stomach till she was on her knees in front of him. She bit and licked his firm hard muscled thighs before her face was right in front of his eagerly twitching erect pole. Mounika raised her eyes to see him looking down with excitement and anticipation. She bit her lips with her mouth while giving him a suggestive look. She blew cool air on his hot cock making him tremble.
 
Prakash was in uncontrollable lust. Such a high society woman, a woman who was highly respected by some of the most prominent people in the state. The woman who was treated with deference by powerful men and women. The classy wife of one of the most powerful men in the state. Such a woman was on her knees in front of him with his cock in her hands. Such a woman was going to suck his cock just like a slut would. Nothing can be more arousing than this. Mounika rubbed the head of his cock on her lips as if applying lipstick on it once more. His precum was now completely coated on her lips giving them a wet look.
 
“Don’t tease me anymore baby, suck me … I can’t stand it anymore.”
 
Mounika smiled at how he lost control and how eager he had become for her to take his cock in her mouth. She licked his cock head cleaning it of the precum. She opened her mouth completely wide to accommodate his huge girth before her lips wrapped around his thickness, taking the head in her wet mouth. Prakash watched in fascination seeing those wet, red lips pressing down on his darker flesh. She slowly moved her head forward, half of his cock entered into her warm mouth before she pulled back till only the tip of his cock was trapped in her lips before taking him in again. As her lips were pulled over his long stalk the part of his stem that she had sucked was wet with her saliva. After a few minutes she slowly pulled his foreskin back as she sucked. Prakash was in heaven. She is sucking him just like a porn star. This day was going to be wonderful day.

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Super n Rocking update Man, kudos to you. But stopped in middle of Lovemaking. Expecting next update very soon

Have started on the next update and have written quite a bit. I will post it tomorrow or on Wednesday depending on how much I want to write. The next update would mostly be on the continuation of the sex session between Mounika and Prakash 

Superb

solid hot update

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Episode 26

 She is sucking him just like a porn star. This day was going to be wonderful day. Prakash ran his fingers through her luxuriant tresses. Those somewhat curly locks tumbled half way down her back. There was yet no grey in them and the dark tresses was in sharp contrast to her fair skinned body.

 
“Shake my cock as you suck it honey,” Prakash said his voice strained in passion.
She took her mouth of his cock to look enquiringly at him. His meaty dick was bathed in her saliva.
“Shake my cock as you suck baby,” Prakash repeated.
Her own lust was heightened by his expression of pure arousal. She stroked his cock slowly in long strokes. She kissed his rose-coloured bud every time she pulled his foreskin back. He was so aroused that his precum was seeping to the floor. Mounika was determined that his love juice was not to be wasted. When his precum flowed out as she pulled his foreskin back, she would swipe that of his bud with the tip of her tongue. She had never been so keen to taste the fluid of a man as she was now. As her tongue snaked out from her mouth it was a lighter shade of red than that of her lips. She stopped shaking him now as she licked his cock from the tip to the root. She was amazed at how hot his skin was. He was really in a high state of eroticism. She took his balls one by one and gently sucked it.  They were really heavy sacs of virile fluid. His sperms were probably reaching towards the boiling point of release in them she thought. Seeing how big and heavy they were she thought that surely my daughter would become pregnant in no time.
 
Strangely this also made her jealous at the same time. Her daughter would be getting something from him that she can never have, namely his child. Well strictly speaking it was not impossible for her to bear his child as she hadn’t hit menopause yet. All she had to do was stop taking the birth control tabs she had recently started taking and he would soon make her belly swell. But that was out of the question, not at this age she thought regretfully. That means, would I have happily gone to the ultimate extent of cheating on my marriage by having my lover’s child if this affair with a consummate lover like Prakash had started I had been younger, say in my thirties, she wondered. Thinking now of how much she was consumed by her desire for Prakash she had to admit that the answer would have probably been a yes. She wanted to give every bit of herself to him, become immersed with him that she would have craved the unbreakable bond between them that their love child would create. This was the all-consuming passion with lust that she had never had before.
 
Suck me there Mounika,” Prakash said as he opened his legs a bit wider and lifted his balls up and exposed the sensitive part below his testicles to her. The more sexually adept Prema did this automatically without him having to ask or show her but the somewhat naïve Mounika in matters of sex needed to be guided. This itself was more erotic for Prakash. Prema probably have done this for a number of men but Mounika would be doing this only for him.
 
As Mounika brought her face close to that place the manly smell of arousal from his heated body hit her nostrils. This was a new smell, a strange smell but a highly intoxicating smell. She held on to his sturdy thighs for balance, her nails digging into his flesh by the force of her hold as she kissed him there. The touch of her tender lips on the flesh made him shiver in pleasure. She ran her tongue in a line over the inner stem hidden by his skin. She ran it like a paint brush up and down.
 
“Ahhh…. Yes baby,” Prakash moaned.
 
Mounika now started sucking while letting her tongue brush on the spot. She was a quick leaner. They way he moaned and feeling his legs tremble in her strong grip told her how much of pleasure she was giving him. She did not know that he could be so sensitive in the spot. A young man like him was teaching a mature woman like her on new ways of pleasing a man. It showed her about his experience with women and also made her jealous once more that other women had also had the pleasure of this hunk of a man.
 
“I mustn’t be letting him show the ways to pleasure him, I must give him pleasures that he had not experienced before,” She thought determinedly.
 
At the same time Mounika also felt a tinge of guilt that she had never been this resolute in wanting to please her husband. What a whore this sweet rascal had made me become she thought. I’m a highly respected housewife but now I secretly desire to be his slut. She kneaded the flesh of his buttocks hard as she sucked beneath his balls. She ran her long fingers on the crack of his arse. She heard him take a sharp audible breath as her finger brushed against his butt hole. That’s another sensitive spot she thought as she rubbed the tip of her finger on his butt hole. When she pushed her finger inside Prakash’s cock jerked as he let out a loud groan of pleasure. She now stroked his cock as she sucked below his balls while at the same time probing his butt hole with her finger. This three- pronged attack on his privates took him to unknown heights of pleasure. She not only looked like a love goddess she was proving to be a love goddess in the art of sex too. Mounika felt the droplets of his precum seeping on to her face. She was very pleased that she was taking him to the throes of unimaginable pleasure.
 
Prakash wanted his cock back in her sweet and moist mouth. He pulled up her head and fed her his cock. She gobbled it enthusiastically and started sucking him with vigour. Her head bobbed up and down very rapidly as she took more than half his length in her mouth each time she sucked.
 
“Ohh honey yess… it’s so good baby …. Suck meeee…. Suck..suck…” This was the first time he was blabbering incoherently like this when getting a blowjob.
 
There was another first for him. When she continued to suck him so rapidly for another five or six minutes he had to stop her as his hot sperm was on the verge of spurting out. He had always enjoyed it tremendously when a woman sucked on his big dong but he had never before lost control that he would reach orgasm by the sucking alone. Usually when he wanted a woman to drink his love juice she had to masturbate him along with sucking him before he reached his orgasm. Even then he would have to concentrate to reach his climax but Mounika had been able to take him close to the peak just by her mouth alone.
 
“Come on baby I want to fuck you,” He said hoarsely.
 
“Let’s go to your bedroom sweetheart,” Mounika said as she got up. She too needed his thick girth stretching her love hole to it’s maximum.
 
“No, honey, that’s for later, let’s do it here,” Prakash said indicating his plush carpet.
 
He has fucked me in his condo’s bedroom, his house’s bedroom, in his car and now we are going to do it in the middle of the house like this she thought with eager anticipation. Everything with him was a new sexual adventure for her. He lay down on the carpet and held his long tool in his hand pointing to the ceiling. He wants me to ride him first she thought happily. She was going to ride him slowly. She wanted this first session to be a very long and pleasurable one. This way she could control the pace. She mounted his groin and took his cock from his hand. She rubbed it over her wet slit coating his head with her wet stickiness. She sat on him slowly letting her wet tunnel gobble him up inch by inch. She loved the feeling of his cock flesh pushing her moist walls aside as it slid in. She sat on him with a sigh of pleasure as she took the entirety of his manhood into her love hole. Their eyes met in a mixture of love, arousal and deep lust.
 
“One week without your pussy was a week too long,” He said with a smile. “My cock fit’s so snuggly in your pussy my love.”
 
She lay on his body and kissed him with ardour. “With you in me, it feels like we are both one. Just your cock inside me is like I’m in paradise.”
 
Mounika moved her buttocks in slow circles tightening her pussy walls as she did so. Prakash could see the strain in her face as she did that. “I can feel your pussy gripping Mounika,” Prakash said.
 
“Do I make you happy Prakash dear, do you really love me or am I just a free fuck? Are you having sex with me because I am Jayakar’s wife?”
 
Prakash held her cheeks in both his palms and kissed her puckered lips. “You are not just another woman to me Mounika. You are very special. The sole reason I intend to marry Sandhya is because I want to be with you.”
 
Mounika was both very pleased and a little disturbed. “You will treat Sandhya well won’t you. She is my daughter and I don’t want her life to be affected badly.”
 
“You mean so much to me so how can I treat your own flesh and blood badly. Don’t you worry my lovely lover, I’ll make her happy.” Prakash saw her face brighten in happiness but also noticed another emotion conflicting with that. He couldn’t quite place it but had seen a similar reaction elsewhere.
 
“What is it honey, your thinking something else?” Prakash asked directly.
Mounika shook her head and smiled,” No, nothing,” She answered evasively.
 
It was then that Prakash suddenly remembered where he had seen that expression before. It had not been on the face of a woman. That’s why he couldn’t quite place it. It had been on the face of a man. It was when he was caught one time by the husband of a women he was having sex with. The man had come home unexpectedly while he was in the midst of the second round with her. He was fucking her in her hall, on the sofa. He had heard her moaning loudly in pleasure and had peeked in through a small opening in the window blinds. He had seen his wife’s expression of pure bliss as she was fucked in doggy style. He had sat down broken on his own doorway. When the woman had come to send him off in the front doorway they were shocked to see the husband sitting there. The husband was not violent or angry he was sad and hurt badly by the betrayal. There tears of recrimination from the husband, tears of fear and sadness from the wife and he was helpless between them. This was the first time he had been caught in this situation. The wife apologised again and again to her husband. She assured him that she still loved him and the adulterous sex was only purely physical without any emotional involvement. She had succumbed in a moment of weakness and it was not his fault at all she had assured her husband. That’s when he had seen that expression, apart from the hurt and sadness there was this expression which he later learnt was jealousy. For the sake of their children the two of them worked things out. It was not easy and took a long time. It took a long time for the wounds to heal. She was not ready to give up her marriage which had been fine except that she had got a bit bored by the routine life. Only when this threat of the marriage failing did she realise how important it was for her. She cut off all contact with Prakash. Probably she will never again cheat on her husband Prakash concluded. For the first time Prakash felt bad about what he did when he saw the hurt on the face of the husband. He had avoided any such adulterous relationships for about two years. That is until he saw Mounika. He was captivated by her elegance, beauty and glamour.  He had relapsed back to the joys of the forbidden pleasure. Having once done that, continuing with Prema and Lekha became a consequence of that.
 
“Mounika, are you jealous of your own daughter?” He teased her.
Mounika’s face turned bright red at having been found out. She buried her face in his neck, refusing to see his face. He forcibly pulled up her face. She closed her eyes tightly refusing to see his face.
“Look at me darling, come on, open your eyes.”
She shook her head I refusal. He kissed her deeply on before repeating,” Come on dear, look at me.”
She slowly opened her eyes with a small smile of embarrassment playing on her lips.
“Don’t you want me to keep your daughter happy?”
Mounika nodded yes, shyly.
“I’ll give her my love and keep her happy but you will always be number one for me my love.” What both Mounika and Sandhya would not know is that he won’t be exclusively for them alone. He would discretely have his flings with any women he was attracted to and whom he succeeds in seducing. One thing is that he won’t indulge in paid sex.
 
Prakash looked at the lovely face looking back at him shyly. Do break that shyness and get her back to erotic sex mood he said,” The porn stars were right. Your lipstick is still intact and your lips are very kissable,” Prakash teased her.
 
“Don’t tease me you buffalo, I’m not a porn actress,” She admonished him but kissed him as he had told kiss desire for her wet lips.
 
Mounika’s him were moving back and forth while she lay on him. He helped her by squeezing her by her buttocks and pulling her up and down. In this way her breasts that were mashed against his chest were pulled up and down on his body. This made her nipples even more dilated if that was possible. The rubbing caused her to have two pleasure points invading her senses. One caused by his huge girthed cock in her tight pleasure hole and the other on her nipples by his chest.
 
“Take me darling, make me your woman,” She hissed in passion.
 
“No baby, you have to fuck me, You’re on top.”
Mounika sucked on his neck as she started moving her hips faster. Her Mangalsutra was rubbing against his chest causing some grating but he did not bother about it as the pleasure emanating from his groin was much greater than the little discomfort. Besides it reminded him that his cock was lodged in the cunt of Mrs Mounika Jayakar who was blissfully unaware that his wife was shamelessly fornicating with him waiting for the moment he would be out of the way. Mounika pressed her chest and upper part of her stomach on his body and just raised her buttocks till her body was arched like a reverse bow over his sturdy body. Only the head of his cock was held by her cunt lips.
 
“Push down my arse with your hands darling,” Mounika whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
 
Prakash grabbed both her soft buttocks flesh with his strong grip, squeezed the soft malleable flesh before pushing her arse down. As her cunt once more swallowed his cock fully Mounika moaned into his mouth as she sucked on his lips. As soon as their pubic hairs met she would raise her buttocks again as before inviting him to push downwards once more. The fucked like this for several minutes as she increased her speed. Each time his thick flesh rubbed against her sensitive spots in her pussy walls she would be transported to new heights of joy by that sensation. The flow of her love juice was constant and was lubricating his pole so that it aided her in moving faster and faster. The increasing intensity of her kiss told him that she was approaching her crescendo.  
 
She was not able to keep her lips contact with his anymore. With eyes closed and mouth open she kept moaning,” nng fuck… nng fuck… nng fuck… nng fuck…”
 
He thrust his hips upwards meeting her downward plunge. Their rapidly churning sex organs was hastening her to blissful release. “OOohhh… fuckkkkk…,” Mounika shrieked loudly before she lay down completely on his body. The little shudders from her body every few seconds revealed the tremors of pleasure that was washing through her.
 
Mounika looked up at his face and smiled bashfully. She had shamelessly enjoyed this illicit mating and had immodestly lamented out loudly like a bitch in heat. There was no display of the decorum or dignity of a woman of her standing in society. She was simply a woman who was consumed by her lustful cravings. The whites of her eyes were now of a hue like her lips showing the extent of her heated passion.
 
“I needed that … I missed that … it was fantastic,” She generously praised his sexual prowess.
They engaged once more in a passionate kiss. Though sated for the moment, Mounika needed more than that. Small droplets of sweat had formed on their bodies. Before their first love making session ends the droplets would turn to small rivulets dripping down from their bodies. She sat up on his body with his cock still very much lodged deep within her. His hard flesh was still in its heated state despite the soaking it got from her feminine release. There was a strong smell of sex there now that kindle their desire towards their next session. She was still breathing heavily and her shapely breasts were moving in accordance to her heaving body. Mounika was so fair skinned that the areola at the tip of her breast was not dark hued but of a rich pink colour with a slighter darker distended half an inch bud that just needed to be suckled on. He would be the only other man apart from her husband who would be afforded that privilege. Seeing him look hungrily at them Mounika took her breasts in both hands and squeezed them together. It was as if she was promising him that his cock would be pressed between those pulpy flesh the way it was now being pressed by her engulfing pussy muscles.
 
She held the back of his head slightly up by the palm of her hand and leaned forward and fed him her nipple. “Suck me my love, suckle it my baby boy,” She said huskily.
Like a famished baby he eagerly suckled on her breast causing her to moan. He chewed on her breast not caring if he was to leave a mark. Her husband would only be back after about ten days. His love marks should have healed by them. She whimpered in delight at the rough devouring of her flesh by her greedy lover. This was very different from how gently her husband handles her. He roughly squeezed her other breast as he fed on her. Both her rubbery tits were chewed like they have never been before. His handling had reddened the white flesh of her bell-shaped breasts. Her desire was fully ignited once more. She needed his rough plumbing of the depths of her womanhood. She slid off his body and lay on the lush carpet with her legs pulled wide to either side of her body.
 
“Fuck me Prakash dear, fuck me hard, I want you in me now,” She pleaded.
Prakash too was in extreme heat, he needed to get his own release. He mounted her quickly, plunging in his hot rod unceremoniously into her grasping pussy.
“Uff…,” Mounika grunted at the force of his trust. “Slowly you ruffian, your poking like this aww..”
Prakash was not in the apologetic mood. He started pumping his cock in with vigour. She held on to his heaving body frantically. She twined her legs over his, pressing her calves over his hard-muscled calves. Her nails were constantly digging in and releasing into the flesh of his broad back. His undulating body plunged his pole into her treasure as if it was moving in waves. The erotic movements of two passionate lovers engaging in the genuine act of seeking pleasure from each other’s body can never be replicated in the artificial world of the porn movies. Here were two lovers who were experiencing untold levels of pleasure from their sinful act of lust and passion.
 
“Ahh.. ngg… fuck me..Prakash… Prakash… ng,, ng.. “
“hump… sweet  bitch… sweet cunt…ahh…”
 
“Your cock is killing me darling… Oh god god…ohh..”
“Fuck… I’m going to fuck your tight cunt every day baby.. every day till your husband comes back…”
Mounika was in a delirium of sexual pleasure. She was mumbling vulgarly .. words she had heard but never uttered before. “Tear my cunt you fucking bastard… you like my married hole don’t you… fuck me with your filthy cock..”
 
“Fucking your whorish slutty cunt is wonderful.. Jayakar… your wife is thrusting her cunt up for my cock… see how she fucks like a bitch in heat..”
 
“Ang… ang… harder you dirty big cocked bastard.. you like seducing another man’s wife don’t you .. show me what you’ve got.”
 
Prakash pumped in fast forceful thrusts, making their bodies thud together loudly. “How is my fucking… better than your husbands..”
In her highly passionate state of mind she was not conscious of what she was saying, only the need for more and more of the divine pleasure he was giving her. “Yes… your huge cock is super… fuck me baby like my husband never can.. ohh.. ohh.. ohh..”
They were like two animals fornicating without any reservations. Jayaker would have never recognised that this was his spouse of nearly thirty years who was wallowing in lust like this without a shred of decency or shame.
 
“Oh god your taking me to heaven Prakash .. My husband is nothing to you… you’re a superb lover aarr…”
 
“Ahhhh…. I’m coming baby…. Fill me .. fill my cunt with your virile life fluid…. Aarrghhh…”
Mounika lost all control. She moaned loudly, biting on to his chest, she drew hard lines on his back and his buttocks with her nails. This orgasm had surpassed even the pleasure he had given her earlier when they made love. She was vaguely conscious of his own fluid spewing into her hungrily spasming cunt flesh. It was like a volcano that had erupted into her spilling it’s potent lava. Her body was spasming harder than if she had been suffering from fits. This glorious bliss lasted for a long minute and more. When they finally came to their normal senses they shared a secret smile. A smile that recognised a new found intimacy that had grown between them and within them. She knew that she had crossed another line in her adulterous behaviour. She had talked disparagingly about her husband’s sexual organ and love making skill. This was a line she didn’t think she would cross but he had shown her paradise that she never imagined existed in sex.
She lay cosily in his arms as he carried her into his bedroom. That they had left the evidence of their passion dripping in a large spot on the expensive carpet was of no consequence to them. Much more awaited them on this long day. Mounika thought that Prakash would definitely fulfil his promise of banging her at least four or five times today. He would sure exhaust her but that would be wonderful exhaustion.

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Episode 27

Lekha could see that Pakesh was clearly upset. Something had been upsetting him the last couple of days. His disquiet was clearly evident to her but she did not probe him on it. If it was any issues about his candidacy then let him come out with it first she decided to herself. As far as she was concerned there could not be any major problems in it. He was in the good books of both his party leader and that of the leader of the major party in the coalition. She let him be in his morose mood till she couldn’t take it anymore.

 
“Come on Rakesh out with it. You’ve been under this sullen mood for too long. What’s the problem? Maybe I can give some suggestions,” She finally burst out.
 
“Has it been so obvious Lekha? I didn’t want you to get worried, that’s why I didn’t mention about it for so long.”
 
“I’m your wife. You can open up to me. I’m here for you to share in all your problems.”
 
Rakesh sighed deeply before he spoke. “You know dear that I was not the favourite to get the position of youth wing leader.”
 
“That’s an old story, what about it now?”
 
“Well my rival’s supporters think that I had a hand in his son getting into trouble with the security officer on drug charges. That’s was what ultimately forced him to resign from the party.”
 
“Who cares what they think. You are the youth chief now and that is all that matters,” Lekha said haughtily. “By the way did you have anything to with the drug case? Lekha asked acting innocent.
 
Rakesh hesitated, he was a very closed man, even with his own wife. He nodded to himself as if coming to a decision. “Lekha, I don’t know if you had noticed but there was a very rough looking man who used to come here to see me.”
 
“A rough looking man?? She frowned as if trying very hard to recollect what her husband meant. Seeing how genuine her puzzled look was one would think she had missed what could have been her true career. That is a very fine actress. She was very aware of who her husband was mentioning yet her act completely fooled her husband. This of course was not the only way she had fooled him she had made him wear the horns of a deceived husband.
 
“Yeah, it’s very likely that you wouldn’t have paid much mind to it,” Rakesh said naively. Not only had his wife noticed him but she had connected intimately with him.
 
Lekha controlled herself from bursting out in laughter and with a serious face asked her husband,” You really didn’t answer me, did that fellow you mentioned have anything to do with the drug case of your rival’s son?”
 
Rakesh was not sure how his wife would react if he told her the truth but he decided that it’s about time Lekha knew the whole episode. “Yes Lekha, I arranged the planting of the drugs through the man I mentioned just now.”
 
“Whaattt??? You did that? Lekha said. Rakesh could not discern if she was shocked or surprised or possibly both.
 
“I had to Lekha. My rival had more support from the party members. If I did not arrange this I would never have become the youth wing chief. I hope you don’t think badly of me.”
 
“Badly of you?? No, no, no I’m proud of you. I didn’t think you could act so boldly or decisively. Now that you mention it I seem to recall a tall, well built man coming here to see you. You must have been very satisfied with his service?”
 
Seeing the muddled look on her husband’s face Lekha quickly continued. “I mean he had done what you wanted him to do to your complete satisfaction didn’t he?”
 
“Yes Lekha, he was very good in that. He was so clever and discrete that no one in my party suspected this had been a set up.”
 
“He completely satisfied me in bed too you fool,” Lekha looked at her husband completely covering the feeling of pity she felt for him. “He was very clever and discreet in setting me up as his mistress that you didn’t suspect that he was watering my parched land with his long pipe,” she thought with disdain for her unsuspecting husband.
 
“It was good that he did what we needed didn’t he,” Lekha said. Vinod had succeeded in getting her husband the post he wanted and had succeeded in getting her and giving her the sexual service she had needed.
 
“Yes, but some loyalist to my rival are trying to insinuate to my party chief that I had been responsible for the problem and had created a bad name for the party.”
 
“Forget them dear, what can they do without any proof they would be impotent to do anything about it.” Rakesh seemed to get reassured by Lekha and she could visibly see the confidence seeping back to his face.
 
You don’t know how potent Vinod’s weapon was Lekha thought to herself as she looked at her unsuspecting cuckolded husband. His length and girth completed filled and stretched my pussy out. My whole body would be flushed red after he finishes pumping my pussy with his big joy stick. He had filled me with pleasure that you can only dream of giving me. It upset me so much that he died. Not because I had any emotional attachment to him but because I was going to be deprived of the immense pleasure he gave me. But now Prema has promised that there was another virile hunk to take over Vinod’s role. That day is just another three days away and I can’t wait.
 
After their first bout of illicit love making both Prakash and Mounika had cleaned themselves up and had been laying on his bed and talking lovingly to each other. Their talk was interspersed with frequent kisses of passion. Their hands had been busy teasing each other’s body as they cooed to each other like two love birds. Slowly their desires had been reignited. His pole had grown to its full largeness in her soft hand. They were now sprawling this way and that way in the luxurious bed, holding each other in a tight embrace. Their friction of their bodies against each other was causing small streaks of pleasure to pervade their bodies. Their lips were locked in a voracious kiss. Their tongues duelled like two rapiers handled by expert swordsmen.
 
“Hmm.. mmm… hmmm,” were the only muffled sounds coming out from the locked lips.
 
Mounika had captured his sturdy thigh by her two legs. The wet slit of her pussy was rubbing against his firm muscles. Her hand was in between their bodies. Her long fingers had encircled his blood engorged thick cock. Her long hair was completely tousled now giving her a wild vampish look. The coolness generated by his air conditioner was no match to the heat generated by the friction of their bodies.
 
“Oh god baby … your body feels so good…”
 
“Take my again my love … I’m so wet waiting for your cock….fuck me…”
 
Mounika was now on top of Prakash. His long shaft was trapped up against his stomach. The opening of her pussy was just placed near the bottom of his cock, just above his balls. As they kissed passionately once more she moved her hips front and back rubbing her slit on the length of his shaft without letting the tip of his cock reaching her entrance. His shaft was now copiously covered by her sticky love fluid. The rubbing of the two sensitive love organs was causing a small bit of foam to appear. Mounika was pleasuring him as she pleasured herself.  Prakash hadn’t tasted her love juice yet since she came there. He turned her body around with his strong arms so that her thighs were on either side of his head and her glistening juicy opening was right over his mouth. He ran his tongue over her pussy lips with a broad swipe of his tongue.
 
“Ohh… baby… ssss….,” Mounika moaned.
 
Prakash fixed his lips on the opening and slurped her love juice noisily. There was enough of her honey there to fill coat his probing tongue fully.
 
“AArrr.. ng.. ngg….,” Mounika moaned in pleasure. Her fingers on his cock tightened as she sought to control the pleasure shooting through her body.
 
She saw the wetness caused by her rubbing pussy on his thigh. She was both embarrassed and aroused by her own wantonness. She couldn’t believe herself that she had turned into so much of a nympho. Not only had she stained his thigh she had done the same to his sex pole. She could see and feel her own stickiness in her fingers.
 
“Arrr..oohhh..,” She jerked as if prodded by an electric pole as Prakash nibbled and pulled on her clitoris with his lips.
 
“Ahhh… god ..your killing me…” She whimpered in bliss.
 
His erect angry looking cock was waiting for her own sweet mouth to engulf it.  She didn’t bother to clean it of her own wetness sticking on it. She was too much in the throes of lust for that. Her lips wrapped around his cock head sucking on it hungrily. She stroked his cock as her warm mouth suckled on that hard flesh. Her stroking made him seep his own thin love juice into her swiping tongue.
 
“Hmm.. aaa… ssss…”
 
“Ohh ngg.. ngg … annggg….”
 
Only their muffled moans of pleasure were heard in that quiet room. Along with that the strong odour of sex filled the room and their nostrils heightening their already white-hot feeling of lust. The mature dignified pussy was overflowing into his mouth like that of a pussy of a bitch in heat. The intoxicating taste of that special feminine honey was making Prakash mad with desire. He was aware how precious her nectar was because he was only the second man to whom she had fed it. She would not have flowed into the mouth so copiously even for the rightful owner of the pussy.
 
Prakash had already come once so he was very much in control as the distinguished Mrs. Monunika Jayakar sucked on his cock like it was the sweetest lollipop. He was sucking and licking hard. The slurping sound he was making could probably be heard beyond the closed bedroom door. Prakash’s mouth was causing her to have several mini orgasms but not yet the big release she sought so much. She was pressing her pussy harder into his mouth. The phone Prakash had placed strategically on the mantle place was continuously recording this depraved act of sinful lust. She had enough trust in him that she had allowed him to persuade her to allow the recording of their sex act. Seeing themselves fucking would be more arousing than any porn films she would have seen he had assured her. Mounika could feel the blissful pressure building in the pit of her stomach and flowing towards her groin. The heavenly release she had sought was soon to come.
 
“Prakash suck mee…lick me lover… I’m going to come…. Suck me  suck me  suck me…”
 
Prakash redoubled his efforts. He could feel the muscles of her thighs quivering.  She’s was very close. Prakash sucked hard on her clit.
 
“Arrggghhhh….. I’m cominggggg……..” Mounika screamed as she started spasming in pleasure. Her wet flow went beyond his lips and down his cheek.
 
After she had quietened down, he pulled her up to him and kissed her. She kissed without ant hesitation tasting her own juices on his lips.


“How was that darling?” He asked her playfully.
“I love you,” was all she said as she kissed him again.
Prakash reached out and took his phone. He opened the recording of their sex act. Mounika was seeing for the first time her own sex acts. That she was capable of such passion, such vulgarity was a surprise to her. Prakash had brought out the sexual being in her. He was right she thought. Seeing herself as the star of the sexual act was indeed extremely arousing. In spite of having just had an orgasm she found her desires rising again. Prakash propped the phone against a pillow. Mounika was watching the screen in sexual fascination. Prakash got behind her. He lifted her thigh up and held it by one hand. He rubbed his cock against her pussy opening.
 
“Ohh…,” She moaned in anticipation watching the screen where they were sprawling together on the bed like two animals.
 
Prakash pushed his cock in, her pussy easily swallowed his pole, pulling it in. She gasped as Prakash started fucking her. Her chasteness, loyalty to her marriage was all a thing of the past. She now felt that she was a sensual woman who was seeking the joys of love that she deserves. From being seduced by Prakash she decided that she was going to be the seductress enticing him into delicious acts of illicit pleasure. She felt his hot hard flesh pump in and out and she gave a deep sigh of contentment.

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Episode 28

Mounika found her own undulating body movements sinuous and sensuous as she saw herself enjoying the ministrations of Prakash’s tongue in her pussy on his mobile phone’s screen. This was the first time she was actually able to concentrate and listen to her own lamentations of pleasure. It reinforced within her how much pleasure her young lover had given her. She was so taken up on seeing herself enjoying cunnilingus on the screen that she was not conscious of the huge rock-hard flesh of her lover sliding in and out of her gloriously tight pussy but was only aware of the pleasure that was carousing through her lithe body. She was breathing through her mouth rather than her nose as she had to gulp in larger amounts of air and then was causing an audible gasp each time as she did so. Her eyelids were getting heavy and her eyeballs were beginning to roll upwards as more and more pleasure engulfed her very being. She was jerked out of this entranced state of pleasure by her phone ringing. She froze from all movements and so did Prakash who stopped moving as his thick rode was fully thrust into her pleasure pit with his pelvis pressed against the soft flesh of her buttock. She reached for her phone which was on the side table beside the bed. The call was from Jayakar.  This was not unusual. Her husband would often call one or two days after he had gone on one of his trips just to say he had safely reached his destination. This was a habit with him.

 
“Hello dear, how are you,” Mounika tried to speak normally. This was rather awkward for her. She was very guiltily conscious that a young man’s huge sex member was planted deep inside her most intimate part as she spoke to her husband. She had not some half an hour ago just shrieked like a slut wallowing in adulterous sex with her newfound young lover. Yet she had to pretend that everything was normal.
 
“I’m good darling. Reached here late afternoon but was busy so couldn’t call you earlier. It’s 11.30pm here now,” Jayakar said.
 
“Oh, it’s late morning here,” Mounika said as she felt Prakash starting to fuck her again. “That scoundrel, he knows I’m talking to my husband yet he’s doing me. I’ve got to control from moaning or gasping,” Mounika thought to herself but she also could not deny the feeling of great arousal in indulging in such a sinful act.
 
“Are you at home?” Jayakar asked.
“No dear, I’m out, thinking of enjoying some outside food.”
“Yeah Mounika, always at home can be boring, getting something outside sometimes is more appetizing,” Jayakar said with a smile. He was talking in double meaning as he watched his overseas office executive Susan’s lips slurp up and down on his cock. Susan was going to share his bed for the night. Little did he realise that the double meaning talk also had meaning for his wife who also smiled thinking that the cock she was getting from outside her home was indeed very delicious.
 
“You understand my wishes very well dear husband, that’s why I love you.”
“I love you too dear, I’m tired and sleeping, bye dear, enjoy yourself,” Jayakar said as he cut his call.
Mounika got up suddenly causing Prakash’s cock to slip out from her cunt.  She got up on to her hands and knees, Her, curvaceous body with her flaring hips and rounded buttocks was extremely tempting and inviting. She turned her face to look at him. He saw her face that was convulsed in lust. With a voice dripping with desire she said,” You heard what my husband said? He wants me to enjoy outside fare, fuck me … but first record this, I want to watch us fucking together.”
 
Mounika herself could not believe that it was her who was so boldly asking to be fucked like a whore. She had become so enamoured with her young lover she wanted to enjoy every bit of pleasure with him. Prakash happily set up his phone before he fucked her from behind. This way her expression of uncontrolled lust and his was clearly recorded. She wailed loudly in unrestrained pleasure as Prakash fucked her long and hard.
 
“angg… anggg… angg…. Tear my pussy my darling… fuckkkk….” She screamed.
“What a fucker you are baby…. Ahh god you fuck hard… aww…. Be gentle with my daughter..”
“You want my cock Mounika? Huh? Tell me how much you want it..”
“Yesss… Yesss… I want your huge cock… I love it… this married pussy just needs your virile cock..”
“Wait you bitches.. both mother and daughter are going to be slaves to my cock.”
“Ahhhhh…..,” Mounika had a massive orgasm but Prakash continued to fuck her.
 
Mounika lost count of the times she came before Prakash filled her love hole with his potent fluid. They rested for a while before they took a shower together. As Prakash had said they had remained naked throughout the day except when Prakash had a towel around his waist as the food they ordered was delivered. Mounika was lying naked on his bed at that time. The ate together feeding each other before Prakash fucked her on the dining table. They hugged each as they slept for an hour or so. She was awakened by his passionate kissing. They watched themselves having fornicated earlier that was recorded in his phone. She played with his cock as he fingered her pussy while watching their starring role in their private sex film. Soon she was holding a raging hardon in her fingers and his fingers were completely sticky from her oozing. This time they made love sensuously. They took their time exploring every bit of each others bodies. He fucked her breasts as she held them both tightly against his phallus. This was a first for her. She had never done this with her husband before. He wanted her butt hole but she strongly refused. He did not force the issue. Prakash was confident that he would be the one to take her anal virginity and that too soon. She shivered under him in soft whimpers as she came again with his gentle love making. This time they whispered words of love and endearment as he filled her cup with his seed. They made love once more as they took their shower together. As he had promised he had fucked her five times that day, the most times she had ever had sex in a day but she lost count of the number of times she came that day. Her face had the glow of freshly fucked satisfying sex. Her body was tingling and her intimate part was pleasantly sore. She had an exhausted deep sleep that night.
 
Prema called Prakash to set up a date for Lekha and herself with him the very next day but Prakash refused. He was not superman, he needed time to recover too. Besides he needed the fingernail marks and teeth marks left by Mounika on his body to heal. He needed to have his full energy back because he needed to make sure those two married sluts had a day they would not forget with him. He had met both their husbands at that fund-raising party and he did not particularly like their looks. They both had cunning looks. They were capable of conniving in any way to make sure they got what they want. They also did not seem to have any compassion for those who were less fortunate than them.  After he had thoroughly fucked Prema and Lekha together he wanted to invite their husbands for a dinner preferably with Prema and Lekha also attending. He wanted to have a pleasant conversation with them after having made both of them fools by ravishing their wives. If they came alone without their wives then he planned to slowly turn the conversation to sex. He would tell them a fictitious incident that had happened in the US while he was there and how he had fornicated with two housewives together but in actual fact he would be describing the way he had fucked their wives. He needed to gauge their reactions. It may give him a clue whether they can be manipulated.
 
After he had said no another two days had passed. Prakash felt re-energised. He was raring to have sex again. During these three days Mounika did not want to have sex either. She had told Prakash that it had been too much sexual activity for her to take. Even though mentally she was keen for her age it was physically exhausting. She had spent her nights conversing with him. They would cajole and tease each other. She felt so young and alive as if she was experiencing her first love in her youth. This was another type of pleasure for her. One that did not make her body glow but instead her heart glow. Prakash had gone on another date with Sandhya. This time they had gone as far as kissing. From the kissing itself Prakash was able to figure out that Sandhya was no innocent young girl. It really didn’t bother him if she had prior experience with men or even if she was not a virgin anymore. He was not some old-fashioned man in this regard. Marrying Sandhya would have a lot of benefits, primarily it would give him the opportunity to continue his affair with her mother with much lesser chance of discovery. She would bring a sufficient amount of fortune into the marriage and the added connections of his father in law would be very useful in his business. Also, working the pussy of the mother and daughter together was very kinky to him. But for now he confined himself to only kisses with Sandhya.
 
Just when he was debating whether to call Prema she called him. That would mean only one thing. She wanted to have sex. He took up the phone happily.
 
“Hi baby, how are you?” She gushed.
“Not so good, was just thinking of you,” He replied.
“Why? Not good?”
“Was missing you that’s why. Was missing your sweet little cunt.”
“Hah don’t lie. I called you three days ago and you rejected me,” Prema said feinting to be hurt.
“Not rejected sweetheart, I was so keen but my dad had some important work for me. Got to take care of that too you know. You don’t know how upset I was that I could not go to you,” Now Prakash pretended to be remorseful.
“Really? You were pining for me? How sweet.”
“Yes, baby I really did. I wanted that fragrant flower you have between your thighs.”
 
Prema felt herself getting moist by his words and not in her eyes. “That’s why I called Prakash, could you come to my cottage tomorrow morning by ten. Lekha and I would meet you there.”
 
“The two of you? Prema could hear the excitement in his voice.
“Yes, Lekha’s husband would be going to their parties district office from early tomorrow morning and would only be back the next day evening.”
 
“Wonderful, I’ve been thinking of her from the day I met her at the fund-raising event.”
“The poor girl was feeling the same. You made her feel that monster you have hidden in your pants didn’t you and now she wants to see that live.”
“Ha ha .. Not to worry, tomorrow she not only can see it, she can play with it, taste it .. do whatever she likes.”
“Yes baby, we are going to make sure that long snake of yours is ready to strike the whole day long.”
“Is that a promise or a threat?” He said with a laugh.
“Both,” Prema said laughing with him.
 
After Prema cut the phone she turned to Lekha who had been listening in as Prema had it on speaker. “We’re all set Lekha, you’ll know why I told you that you’ll have a memorable experience tomorrow.”
Lekha just nodded licking her lips. After Vinod it had been too long. She really needed to have a satisfying romp in the bed.

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This story will finish in another two to three updates. Thanks to all the readers and those who commented.