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This is the second last Episode in this story.

Episode 29

Lekha felt a little shy as she faced the leering Prakash. The fact that she had come to have sex with this stranger was somewhat discomforting but a whole lot exciting. It had been months since she had a good romp in the bed. She was standing in Premawathi’s cottage after a very long time. The last time she left this place was after being thoroughly and satisfyingly fucked by Vinod. Now she was hoping she would be getting a thoroughly satisfying fuck from the young man standing in front of her. The two men, that is Vinod and Prakash, were so very different from each other.  Vinod was rough looking, not very educated, rather crude in his language and manners and had a mean and cruel look. Prakash on the other hand was highly educated, cultured, was a scion of high society, suave and ruggedly handsome. The one common feature between them was that they were both strapping, virile male specimens.

 
“Hi Lekha, good to see you again, you look so splendid,” Prakash said as he hugged her in greeting.
 
His strong embrace crushed her lush body firmly against his strong muscular body. Prakash could feel her body trembling slightly. “How cute, this experienced politician’s wife is nervous around me,” He thought to himself with amusement.
 
“Hey how about a hug for me,” Prema said in mock petulance.
“How can I forget you my dear,” Prakash said as he hugged Prema now.
 
There was no reticence on the part of Prema. She hugged him back tightly and was engaged in a passionate lip lock with him. It was a wet, sloppy kiss and Lekha saw Prema’s hand slide down his body in search of his manhood. The way her fingers grabbed what was behind his zipper indicated that what was hidden from view was likely very substantial. Lekha also saw Prakash’s hand mauling Prema’s plump breast. It caused Lekha’s own nipples to swell up and press against the confining bra cups. With their lips still pressed together Prema turned her head slightly to towards the watching Lekha. She beckoned her to come closer to them. Lekha did so as if she was in a trance.
 
Breaking her kiss with Prakash she told him,” Poor Lekha is looking longingly at us, give her one of your special kisses.”
Prakash gladly obliged. He now grabbed Lekha and kissed her greedly. For all his experience this was something new for Prakash. He had never had a threesome with two women before this. It was very exciting that his first threesome was going to be with two rich cheating wives. That too these were not some very average looking women but two good looking sex crazy bitches in heat. He sucked in her tongue as he devoured her soft lips. He felt Prema’s hands working on his zip. Soon she had his thick erection out from its confinement. He thought that Prema would either play with his cock with her fingers or take it in her mouth while he kissed Lekha but she did neither. Lekha had come in a blouse and jeans. Prema unbuttoned her blouse and pulled up Lekha’s bra to free her breasts. While kissing Lekha, Prakash peeked down to look at her breasts. Lekha’s breasts were more or less similar to Mounika’s breasts. They were both 34 B sized with very little sag. Her nipples were dark browned unlike the pink nipples of Mounika as though Lekha was fair too she was not as white toned as Mounika. Her complexion could be described as light ruddy red.
 
Prema started tweeking Lekha’s erect nipples with her fingers. Lekha moaned into Prakash’s mouth as she continued to kiss Prakash. She closed her eyes in mesmeric arousal as she now sucked on Prakash’s probing tongue. Lekha jerked as she felt a new sensation in her body. Her eyes flashed open. She saw Prema’s lipstick covered red lips latched on to her nipple. This was a new sensation for Lekha, no woman had ever sucked on her tits but this new feeling was very pleasurable. Her eyelids closed again as she let herself enjoy the new joy her friend was giving her. Prema took Lekha’s hand and placed it on Prakash’s raging erection. This was the third different cock that Lekha was holding after her marriage. The second and third cocks were much more impressive than the modest specimen her husband has. Lekha couldn’t but help making a mental comparison of her two adulterous lovers love weapon. As far as her fingers could measure running them over the impressive meat, both Vinod and Prakash were about the same length but where Prakash had Vinod beat is the difference in girth. Though Vinod was no slouch but Prakash’s girth was truly awesome. She could not believe a cock could be so thick. He must be the size of my wrist she thought in awe. She peeked down at the blood engorged, bulging veined hard love meat. She felt a shiver running through her body.
 
“God, is he going to make me permanently loose? Is it going to hurt a lot? Would my husband find out the difference? But more importantly is my husband’s cock ever going to be enough for me after this? All these thoughts were burgeoning through her mind the way that his huge love pole is soon going to burgeon through her tightly pressed pussy flesh.  Of course, deep in her mind she was aware that the elastic pussy muscles would soon get back to their original shape fairly soon after the sex session.  
 
“Enough of feeding on her lips, now feed on her breasts,” Prema commanded Prakash who was eager to oblige.
 
Prakash saw that Lekha’s nipples were wet with Prema’s saliva. He sucked on Lekha’s nipple tasting both Prema’s saliva and Lekha’s erect milk squirting flesh. Prema on her part was on squatting on her knees in front of Prakash. She stroked his cock a few times rubbing her thumb over his pink glans and underneath the head. He had seeped quite a bit of precum when Lekha had played with his cock. Prema now spread that precum all over the head of his cock. When it was coated to her satisfaction she started licking it off. She had to open her mouth completely wide to take his cockhead in her mouth. She sucked him, bobbing her head back and forth taking about half his length inside her mouth. A constant flow of pleasure emanated through his body as Prema expertly suckled on his erect member. He jerked his hips slightly forward and back trying to push a little more of his rod inside but never with force as he knew how hard it would be even for an experienced cocksucker like Prema to take more of his cock in her mouth because of his unusual thickness. Prema had the pallu of her saree on the floor as she had pulled up her blouse and bra to expose her 36 C sized breasts. They were more corpulent and sagged more than Lekha’s tits but were nevertheless still sexy. Prema started massaging her own tits as she sucked on Prakash’s thick stalk. Meanwhile Lekha was holding his head to her breast the way a mother would her feeding child. She was moaning softly from the pleasure he was giving her. The sight of the three of them engaged in this foreplay would have been very erotic for anyone who could have seen it as they were mostly clothed except for some of their intimate parts being exposed. This went on for a few minutes till Prema’s next command. She had taken on the role of orchestrating the threesome sex session.
 
“Come Lekha, squat in front of him like me, suck his cock for the first time.” Lekha too was very eager to taste that impressive piece of man meat.
 
“Have you ever seen anything so beautiful and big,” Prema asked her friend.
“No Prema, never.”
“You said your dead lover Vinod was big, wasn’t he like this?”
“Yes, he was long .. like this and quite thick ..but god this is huge ..like a monster.”
Prema laughed pleased that their new lover was better than anything either of them had before. “Are you scared seeing it?” Prema teased her friend.
 
Lekha had a diffident smile as she answered hesitantly. “Yes, a little.”
“Don’t be dear, you’ll know how good it feels only when it is inside you.” Both Lekha and Prema admiringly handled their plaything.
“Take in your mouth Lekha,” Prema said as she pulled the cock towards Lekha’s mouth. She rubbed the cockhead on Lekha’s lips till Lekha’s lips were shining with his sticky love juice. “Open your mouth wide Lekha, mmm .. yes suck it.”
Lekha though not as experienced a cocksucker like Prema was nevertheless adept enough in that skill of foreplay. While Lekha sucked the mushroom shaped head, Prema stroked the remaining stem slowly feeding Prakash’s precum into Lekha’s mouth. Prema expertly fondled his balls with the other hand stimulating the flow of fluid more. Prakash stood there like a king, feet apart while the two rich sluts salivated over his enormous organ. They took turns to play pleasurable music on his impressive flute. They were so shameless that they were frigging themselves as they serviced him with their mouths.
 
“Finger each other not yourselves,” Prakash commanded. They complied as if they were his slaves. In a way they were his slaves … sex slaves.
 
“Pull your stomach in,” Prema told Lekha so that Lekha’s jeans would loosen around her stomach and she could slide her hand down to Lekha’s pussy. Similarly, Lekha had her hand down the front of Prema’s saree.
 
The moaned as they took turns to run their fingers over each-others slits. As women they knew exactly how to stimulate their lover’s pussy and bring them great pleasure. This was the first time either of them was fingering a cunt other than their own. It felt strange but very erotic. They both sucked his cock at the same time. When one of them took the cock in the mouth the other would lick the stem. Sometimes their lips would accidently rub against each other. After sometime they were engaged in a full-fledged kiss. Prakash looked at the two women kissing passionately as he stroked his cock.
 
“Get up my two beautiful sluts, strip me of all my clothes,” He told them. They immediately got up eager to have his thick pole screw them. The quickly got him completely naked.
“He looks magnificent doesn’t he?” Prema told Lekha. Lekha just nodded licking her lips in lust.
“Look at that thing jutting out from his muscular body, it looks so arousing, doesn’t it?”
Lekha could only agree in her mind. He was indeed a splendid specimen of manhood. It’s going to be difficult to give him up if I have to,” She told herself.
“You girls now strip each other and let us go to bed.” Soon all their clothes were strewn on the floor.
 
“Both of you look damn sexy,” Prakash said with admiration. Indeed, they were two fleshy voluptuous women. They did not have the classic beauty of Mounika but they sluttiness in them shone through for all to see. They were made for fucking, especially if that was sinful copulation.  
 
He had his arms around their waists as they stood either side of him as he led them to the bedroom. Lekha was rubbing his body while Prema was fondling his cock as they walked in together. The sight of the bed brought back old memories to Lekha. This was the very bed where she had lain crushed by Vinod’s strapping body as he pummelled her wet cunt with his big rod. Now another new virile young lover was going to fuck her in the same bed and make her husband a fool once more.
 
“Now you two get into bed and start making love.. I want to see it,” Prakash said with a smirk on his face.
Lekha and Prema looked at each other with a mixture of shyness and arousal. Seeing their reaction Prakash asked,” Have you two girls ever had lesbian sex before?”
It was Prema, the bolder among the two who answered. “No, it’s a first experience for both of us. But I’ve always wanted to try a threesome with a woman. I’ve had a threesome with two college going young men before.”
“You always like to experiment in sex don’t you?” There was clear admiration in Prakash’s voice as he said this.
 
“Well I don’t know if there is going to be a next life so my motto is to enjoy life as much as possible now when I can. The best enjoyment that nature has given is sex. That should be enjoyed in all aspects without guilt or regret. I’m not going to confine myself to my husband’s average prick.”
 
“Good for you,” Prakash said,” Now you two show me what you’ve got. I’ve never seen a live lesbian show before.”
Lekha lay on the bed first. Prema got on top of her, soft breasts rubbing against soft breasts. Their kiss started slowly but slowly became more and more passionate. Prakash stood stroking his cock as he watched the two wealthy wives in their thirties engaging in their first lesbian experience. Seeing two pairs of soft feminine lips sucking on each other was completely different than seeing a man and a woman kiss. There was no lack of passion but at the same time there was a gentleness in kiss. Maybe one woman new better how the other woman would like to be kissed. Prema started kissing down Lekha’s body. She sucked on the protruding half inch nipples of Lekha who moaned in appreciation. Prema then fed her own inch long nipple to Lekha’s open lips. Prema’s fingers slid open Lekha womanhood as she expertly fingered her. Lekha’s sucking became more voracious as Prema’s fingers transported her to heights of pleasure. The two women took turns to lick the other’s body and finger each other. They went into 69 position and tasted pussy for the first time in their lives. Finally, they lay with their legs crisscrossed and body away from each other as their two pussy lips were tightly pressed together as if engaged in a kiss. Only their hands were held by each other pulling their bodies tighter together.  As their two wet cunts rubbed together they groaned and moaned in uncontrollable pleasure.
 
“OOhh..,”  “hnng… hnng…” “huh.. huh.. huh.. huh..” 
 
Prakash couldn’t wait any longer. He got up on the bed and went to his knees in front of Lekha. She saw the alluring hard erection dangling in front of her face with swooning eyes. He held it by his hand and shoved it into her mouth. She sucked on it gleefully as her pussy and Prema’s pussy rubbing together caused a gush of pleasure to flood her body. Their cunts were so wet that there was a squishy sound as the rubbed together. As Lekha was very near her climax she quickly disengaged her legs and pushed Prakash toile down prone on the bed. She straddled his hips and guided the enormous hard meat into her tight pussy.
 
“Aahh.. aahh… ,” She gasped as she was not used to the unusual thickness. She thought that her cunt lips were stretched so much that it might cause a tear but of course the elastic flesh could accommodate even his thickness. New found pleasure started shooting through her body as his pleasure pole lived up to its promise of transporting her to paradise.
 
Prema not wanting to be left behind straddled Prakash head and started rubbing her cunt lips on his lips. Prakash could taste the lust secretions of both women in Prema’s cunt itself. Lekha had her first intense climax soon after and slid off Prakash’s body exhausted. Prema took her place to ride Prakash’s tool. Seeing how Prema was whimpering in pleasure aroused Lekha again in a short while. While Prema rode Prakash Lekha sat on Prakash’s face, facing Prema. The two women kissed and fondled each other’s breasts as Prakash’s cock and mouth was causing continuous pleasure to cascade through their bodies. The two women continued to change positions each time enjoying a tremendously gratifying climax. Finally, Prakash shot his first load into Lekha. The heavenly joy she was experiencing made Lekha beyond caring. With Vinod she had been careful that he used protection unless it was on her absolutely safe days but here she did not even think about it or care. What overwhelmed her very soul was the mind-blowing bliss.
 
Prakash spent a good four to five hours fucking the two women till even they who were insatiable could take it no more. He left the two spent women sleeping in each-others arms as he got dressed. The two of them could only look at him with drowsy eyes. Lekha had never been fucked like this even by Vinod and she knew that she would want this hunk’s thick phallus once more. Prema was right she thought, Prakash is something special. Her cunt was still dripping with his cum. It felt a little sore but pleasantly so. Prakash looked at the two naked housewives with a satisfied smile. These sluts with their itchy cunts would willing come whenever he needed a cunt to pleasure him. What the three of them did not know was that their entire sexual escapade had been secretly recorded.
 
Many months had passed since this sexual tryst between Prakash and the two of them. Rakesh was very busy with election work which was expected to be not more than a little over a month away. This enabled Lekha to have a one on one session with Prakash in his condo three times. Prakash had started having sex with Sandhya and their marriage had been confirmed to be on. This did not stop his regular fuck sessions with his future mother-in-law. Now Prakash could make a comparison between mother and daughter. Definitely the mother was the better fuck but Sandhya was a close second. Prakash now had four women in his stable of fuck dolls, Mounika, Prema, Lekha and Sandhya. Keeping the four sexually demanding women was exhausting work but he manfully managed it. If only their husbands did their duty the call on him wouldn’t be so heavy he thought of Mounika, Lekha and Prema.
 
Arun was now effectively running the Gowranga gang. He had become so ruthless that Bogan and the other gangs were slowly being subdued by his power. He would more bravely be involved in smuggling, drug distribution, land and property grabbing and money laundering. He was also getting close to politicians on all sides of the divide. He was now clearly on the radar of the security officer who were watching the development of all this with alarm. Nominally Gowranga was still the boss but in reality the power was entirely in Arun’s hands.

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Episode 30 (last)

Deepa was feeding her bedridden husband when Arun walked in. Gowranga lay helpless on the bed, his spine though not broken was badly damaged. He could at best sit, standing would have caused great pain to him. Not that he could have stood in the first place. His left leg was amputated at the knee and his right leg was mangled badly. Even his right hand was affected, he had only limited movements in that. Only his left hand was fully functional. All this was the work of Arun who had arranged the accident that had caused all of this. It was sheer luck that Gowranga was alive at all. Gowranga looked at who was just recently his chief henchman with a mixture of fear and pure hatred. Gowranga hated the man who had usurped his gang and with it all his power, wealth and influence. But at the same time, he was deeply fearful of Arun. He knew that Arun could snuff out his life anytime if he so wished. Through Deepa, Arun had got the details of all the people who were in power and influence who were on the take from Gowranga. With Gowranga being disabled they gladly continued to receive their payments through Arun. Men without ethics or morals certainly won’t have any sense of loyalty. There were two men in Gowranga’s gang who were loyal to him and spoke up for their boss. Arun saw to it that they were eliminated. After that no one dared question Arun’s authority.

 
“Has he finished eating?” Arun asked as he walked in.
“Yes, just now,” Deepa said as he held a glass of water for her husband to drink.
Arun looked at Gowranga with a mocking smile. “I have no pity seeing you like this,” he spat out his words. “My brother was so very loyal to you. He was the reason you made so much of money and had so much control over your gang and yet you chose to do nothing about his murder. I got my revenge on my own and now all that belongs to you belongs to me.”
 
With that he pulled Deepa, who had just gotten up after giving water to her husband, into his embrace. He kissed her deeply while mauling her body with his hands. Deepa too hugged her lover tightly. In the beginning she had been hesitant to display her passion for her lover in front of her disabled husband but now she had got used to it. Gowranga looked at the kissing lovers with great resentment, pain and anger but cursed his own helplessness in being unable to do anything about it. He could see them exchange tongues in the open-mouthed wet kiss they were engaging in. Till he had seen his wife with Arun he had never ever thought that his wife was capable of such wild passion. He realised that he had mistreated and neglected his wife as he sought his sexual gratification through whoever was his current mistress at that time. Now Arun was taking care of her needs and Arun took perverse pleasure in doing it in front of him.  Arun soon undressed Deepa fully till she stood there fully naked in front of him. Gowranga could see the efforts his wife had taken to look alluring for her lover in the last few months. She had slimmed down a bit and looked much more sexier. She had never bothered to do it for him Gowranga thought with bitterness.
 
“Get down in front baby and suck my cock,” Arun commanded.
Without a moment’s hesitation Deepa knelt in front of him and unbuckled and pulled down her lover’s pants and underwear. His long snake was only half erect. Deepa soon rectified it by stroking his cock and bringing it to full attention. Arun looked at Gowranga sneeringly as Deepa kissed and licked his erection. Gowranga tried as much as possible to look away but his eyes kept getting drawn back to the sight of his wife of nearly twenty years pleasuring her lover as if he had some sort of latent masochistic tendencies.
 
“Take it in your mouth. Tell your husband how much you like it,” Arun whispered to her.
Deepa too had resentment had how her husband had treated her all these years. It was as if she was just a vessel to bear him his children and that she was not worth anything else. He had disrespected her, humiliated her and now it was her turn. She took a big mouthful of his cock and coated it with her saliva. She sucked him with relish, all the while stroking him.
 
“Look at how big his cock is,” She told her husband. “When it enters my pussy, I see heaven. He fucks like a real man, not like you with your puny cock which is absolutely worthless.”
 
“You whore. You slut,” Gowranga snarled in impotent anger but both Arun and Deepa just laughed at him. That made Gowranga angrier.
 
Arun got fully naked too and pulled Deepa right to Gowranga’s bed. He made her bend down and hold on to the bed and thrust her buttocks out back to him. Arun shoved his cock into her wet cunt till it was completely buried inside her quim.
“Uffhh..” She gasped at the force of his trust. Her eyes were locked on to her husband’s eyes. He could not avert his eyes like a rat which was frozen at the glare of a snake.
“Hunngg… hunngg… hunggg…,” she groaned as her body swayed front at back at the force of the thrusts from Arun’s hips.
 
“Pull down his pyjamas,” Arun ordered Deepa.
Gowranga tried to prevent Deepa from doing that with his only one hand he could still use but he lacked the strength to prevent his wife from doing what Arun asked of her. He felt great humiliation because when his pyjamas were pulled down it exposed his small cock that was in full erection. He felt shame, anger and jealousy but he could not prevent this physiological reaction in his body. Both Arun and Deepa laughed with derision at the sight of his puny pecker getting fully hard at seeing his wife getting fucked right in front of him.
 
“Put his hand on his cock,” Arun told Deepa. Though Gowranga resisted Deepa pulled his hand to his cock. He refused to hold it.
“Watch him fuck me, you like it I know,” Deepa told her husband huskily. “Ahhh… his cock is so good .. yesss…”
Seeing the lustful expression on his wife’s face kept arousing Gowranga’s own feelings. When Deepa completely ignored him and concentrated only on enjoying the intense fucking by her lover Gowranga too started stroking his cock almost in an absentminded manner. This was the new reality of Gowranga’s life.
 
Dharana and his bosses were having a serious conversation with the state security officer chief.
“He has grown too powerful,” The Commissioner was telling the state chief. “Soon he would wipe out all the other gangs and be the sole person controlling all criminal activities. It would become harder to stop or control him then.”
 
The security officer chief looked at his men pensively. He was aware what his men were proposing but in these times of pressure from the human rights commission it not so easy to get the approval from the home ministry which incidentally comes directly under the Chief Minister.
 
“Is there any other way to curb his growing influence,” he asked, “maybe go after his men and imprison them on some of the many charges against them?”
 
The city commissioner then spoke. “You know very well sir that the charges would be difficult to prove and won’t stick. They will be out in no time. Anyway, it would only be a temporary solution, we need a permanent one.”
 
The security officer Chief sighed. He had only another two more years of service to go and public and media fallout on any perceived illegal security officer encounter death would have some serious ramifications but there was no putting off some things.
 
“Okay, I’ll speak to the CM about this and get back to you.” The influence of this Arun character was more within the current opposition ranks. If as all intelligence reports suggest the opposition would form the next government then the CM would be more amenable to agree to eliminate this criminal.
 
Mounika was lying face down on the big table on her husband’s study room. Her saree was pulled up over her hips and her legs spread wide on the ground. Prakash had his big cock in her pussy and he was pummelling her cunt with speed and force. Though the door to the study was locked and the room was quite sound proof she still tried to control her moaning. Her servants were in the kitchen and it was unlikely they would hear any sounds. Prakash was a frequent visitor to her home as the confirmed future son in law of the family so his presence here was not likely to cause any suspicions. In his previous visits they had only secretly kissed or groped briefly or on one or two occasions their feet playing footsie under the table during lunch or dinner. Today was the first time that they were having sex in her home. Her husband was overseas, her son in the office and Sandhya out with her friends. So, this was a golden opportunity for Prakash to fulfil his dream of fucking Mounika in her home.
 
“Hngg.. hngg.. hngg… faster darling .. hngg… faster,” Mounika moaned as her future son in law’s huge manhood pushed deep into her feminine treasure rapidly. She was equally aroused as he was in having this illicit tryst right in her husband’s study. This was where her husband would go through some of his important business matters when he was home. He would be totally oblivious that his wife had been getting her pussy drilled by his son in law on the very table he was using.
 
Her blouse was open at the front and her bra had been loosened. Her firm breast was pressed against the cool dark brown mahogany wood of her husband’s study table. As her body was pushed up and down by the force of his fucking her nipples rubbed against the smooth surface of the table. This also enhanced the pleasure she was getting.  He had been fucking her for over ten minutes and she had already had an orgasm. Prakash turned her around to make her sit on the edge of the table. He now plunged his cock back into her pussy. She half leaned back with her weight held back from falling by her hands around his neck. She wrapped her long shapely legs around his waist as he started fucking her again. Prakash leaned forward to suck on her nipples as his hips moved with piston like rapidity. They enjoyed another fifteen minutes of increasing pleasure caused by the churning together of their love tools. Her whimpers and groans were slowly getting louder. Her muscles started tightening, her nerves started jangling. Her thighs tightened around his waist. She frantically sought his lips with hers. She started spasming in a crunching wave of orgasmic pleasure and her squeezing pussy muscles milked the potent life fluid that gushed out from her lover’s cock in voluminous spurts. The photo of her husband on the wall looked upon the spent bodies of his wife and his son in law with a benign smile.
 
The most trusted aide to Maheswara, the leader of the opposition and the likely next Chief Minister was briefing his leader.
 
“I gave you the recording of recording of that rich playboy, Prakash having sex with Rakesh’s wife Lekha and Yogeshvar’s wife Premawathi earlier didn’t I boss. He is continuing to have sex with both of them and they didn’t stop after that day. It was no one time sex with them.”
 
“Is he still having sex with both of them at the same time?” Maheswara asked.
“No chief, he is fucking them both but separately. Rakesh’s wife is getting careless and that could be a problem. The elections are getting too close.”
 
“These rich bitches with their itchy cunts can be useful sometimes but they can also cause great headaches,” Maheswara thought with irritation. Having the video of the wife of one of the leaders of the main coalition having adulterous sex would be useful he had thought in keeping the party in line after he comes to power. Bonus was also having the video of the wife of a very prominent businessman. They could use that as leverage if ever needed.
 
“That poor stupid bastard Rakesh is stuck with such a lecherous wife. We had to get rid of that Vinod because of the potential problem her affair could cause,” Maheswara said.
 
The aide was astounded at the foresight of his chief. He had already decided that he needed the coalition of Rakesh’s party if his chief was sure to become the state Chief Minister. He had therefore asked him to arrange for the surveillance of all the prominent members of the coalition party. Nothing should go wrong he had surmised. That’s when they discovered the affair between the noted criminal Vinod and Lekha. If the news of the affair leaked out it would damage the coalition party badly and consequently hurt the chances of their own party. Moreover, the man involved, Vinod was the chief lieutenant of Balveer who had close ties to the present Chief Minister. This was doubly bad news hence the decision for the assassination of Vinod. Through their sources the aide had come to know of death of Bogan and Vinod’s involvement in it. They had learnt how Arun had lusted for revenge but got no help from his boss Gowranga. So, the aide contacted Arun anonymously and had financed the assassination. The had subsequently been gratified at how fast Arun’s power grew and had now brought him to their side for use in the future. They had hoped that with Vinod’s death Lekha would cease all illicit sexual activities but they have been proved wrong. She had tasted the pleasures of the forbidden fruit and now she was longing for more. She had chosen that young buck and is going to his place to have sex and with a greater frequency than she did with Vinod. If she was more discrete then it would not have been so much of a problem but she was getting careless. Maybe because the fuck service provided by Prakash was so good.
 
“Shall we get this Prakash killed like Vinod,” The aide asked Maheswara.
“No, that would be dangerous. He is the son of a very powerful and prominent family. That would cause us a lot of problems.”
“Then what do we do?” The aide asked.
“Solve the core problem,” Maheswara replied.
“What exactly does that mean?” The aide asked puzzled.
“Get rid of Lekha and make it look like an accident.”
The aide just nodded.
 
ACP Dharana’s boss got the go ahead from the security officer Chief. They were to get Arun in an encounter. They planned the encounter meticulously.
 
Arun was briefing his men. They were to kill a woman called Lekhashree and they were to make it look like an accident. He would also be with them.
 
The next day Arun and two of his men set out to follow Lekha. Unknown to them a team of six security officermen, all experts with the gun were following. Who was going to succeed would only be known after how the events of the day fallout. (It’s left to the readers to decide).

The End

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Many thanks to all the readers and all those who supported my effort with their comments. I deeply appreciate it. 

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Episode 4

Sandhya parked her car and walked into her palatial home. The house usually had quite a few servants around and occasionally at this time her parents or brother would be around too but in spite of that she always felt she was alone there. As she was about to pass her parents room she found the door to the bedroom slightly ajar. She could hear her mother, Mounika’s voice. The sound was so soft it was a little more than a murmur. She knew her father was out of the country so she was curious to see if there was anyone with her mother. Maybe her long held suspicions of her mother would be confirmed today. Her footsteps became silent as she practically tiptoed. Her steps slowed down till she stood just a step away from the bedroom door. She debated what to do. Should she just perk her ears and listen or should she have a look inside. She hesitantly .. quickly had a peek inside. Her mother was on her bed but she was alone. There wasn’t anyone with her. It was just her speaking on her phone to someone.

 
“You are terrible you know,” her mother said in mock admonishment to whoever was on the other end. Her words were words of admonishment but her tone was coquettish.
 
Sandhya had never heard her mom being coy like this. She now seemed to be listening to what was being said from the other person with a smile on her face. What she heard must have pleased her. She laughed in a husky seductive tone. Being a woman herself Sandhya understood the tone very well. The tone every woman used when she displayed interest and wanted to be suggestive. The tone her used was something Sandhya herself had used when she found someone of the opposite sex to be attractive and she wanted to subtly inform the man of her interest in him.
 
“ .. the look on my face.. you idiot anyone would have that look when you do something like that… ,” her mother said throatily.
 
“Haa ha, she laughed again.
 
Sandhya was almost certain now that the person who her mother was talking to was a man … and it certainly was not her father. So, something was going on as she had always suspected she concluded with a certain feeling of thrill, wonder who it could be she pondered. Sandhya saw her mother get up and start towards the door. Maybe she noticed the door ajar and wanted to close it or maybe she suspected someone was there. Sandhya felt it was better to beat a retreat from that place and so she quickly and silently walked to her own room. Though she desperately longed to hear her mother’s conversation with whoever was on the line with her. Who was her mother talking to? By her flirtatious tone it seemed like it was a man on the other side of the line. But then again was she reading too much into it, could it have been just one of her female friends. There was something suggestive in the way her mother spoke so she felt that it was more likely that she was talking to a male. It was strange to hear from her mother the type of tone she herself used when she wanted to be seductive to her boyfriend, that her mother was also capable of being flirtatious. Now maybe this was the confirmation of what she had long suspected. Her mother was getting her own needs fulfilled by others. The words her mother spoke, ‘..do something like that’. What was the outrageous thing that the other person had done? Did that person grab her mother suddenly?
 
Now Sandhya seemed to remember her mother said this in reference to the other person mentioning ‘the look’ on her mother’s face. Did that mean her mother saw something that shocked (aroused?) her? Did it mean the man had exposed his .. his cock?? This thought stirred up her own emotions. Strangely the emotion was not that of anger or resentment that her mother was cheating on her father. She knew how much of neglect her mother was enduring. It was more of a vicarious thrill. She herself sought and found great joy in sexual fulfilment. Why should her mother be denied that? Afterall she too was a woman who deserves her needs to be filled. She recalled now that her mother had been away the whole afternoon yesterday that is the day after her dad had gone overseas on a business trip. She had come back home in a chirpy, jubilant mood. Sandhya tried to recall if she also looked a little worn out?  Worn out by a vigorous romp in the bed with someone. Happy and exhausted was how her mother could have been described to have been yesterday. It suggested that what had happened had been very satisfying. The look on her mother’s face was what any other sexually experienced woman would instantly recognise and would probably envy because she would have wanted to have experienced the same delight.
 
“Had my mom spent yesterday afternoon fucking with someone? Sandhya wondered out aloud.
 
My mom may have had her fun yesterday and I her daughter today, what type of women we are in this family, ha, ha she laughed to herself. Her dad deserves it for being hardly around. Her mother had all the luxuries in life except one of the most important one, companionship of one who loved her. Her mother would not have lack of wooers as her mother had taken care of herself. She still looked attractive despite her age. In fact, she still had the looks to ensnare men half her age. Her dad on the other hand had not bothered to look after himself that much. It didn’t matter though. The power of his status and the thickness of his wallet would be enough to ensure nubile young things would willingly share his bed on his many trips. How can one live without a fulfilling sex life? From her own experience she now how exhilarating good sex can be and so denying that to her mom, especially one who was as glamourous as her would be unfair. Another shattering thought came to her all of a sudden. That what her mother was undergoing was the exact same future that had been set for her too. Would she be able to live a life like her mothers? A life where you would be married to a negligent husband who was hardly there? She looked around the luxuriant surroundings of her bedroom. Well it was going to be a trade-off to make some sacrifices for a life of luxury. Why not, she decided. She wasn’t bothered if people were to look at her as someone very shallow. She needed to be pampered. That was the only lifestyle she had ever known and she was not ashamed of it. There would be plenty of men like Rakesh available if she needed sexual satisfaction elsewhere after her marriage.
 
In a bedroom not quite thirty feet away from Sandhya’s, Mounika locked her door and went back and lay on her bed. Though she knew no one would intrude into her room without her express permission she nevertheless took that precaution as she didn’t want to be disturbed in any way. She was too intoxicated by the new developments of yesterday and did not want any interruptions. She had cut her phone call as she came to close and lock her bedroom door and now she called back, but this time on videocall.
 
“Hi, once again,” she said with a smile.
 
“Hi to you too,” said the youthful face from the other end.
 
That youthful face was 28 years old Prakash. The son of one of her friends. His father was a business associate of her husband and the close relationship between the two families began around three years ago when the men became business associates. Prakash had been away for around five years and he had just come back about six months ago after his studies in the US. He was introduced to her on his welcome back home party which took place a month after he was back, that is about five months ago. She had found him to be a personable young man, quite polite and well mannered. His mother, that is her friend, was very proud of him. In fact, it was her friend who had dragged him over to introduce her son to her. After that day she had met him casually a few times. But when their meeting became more frequent than for it be only coincidence she started to have an inkling that something was not quite right. He seemed to pop up at places where she normally went. At those times he would make it a point to engage her in long conversations. She found it strange he preferred to spend time with her rather than people his own age who were also there at the same time. After a while she realised he was actually flirting with her. She was a little taken aback at first at this unexpected attention, then a little amused by his obvious fascination with her and finally she even felt a little proud she could still attract such a young man. But she reasoned to herself that this infatuation would soon wane away. She also knew her friend would ‘kill her’ if she responded to the said friend’s son’s romantic flirtations.
 
However, Prakash’s interest didn’t seem to relent. His desire for her was so clear in his eyes. She only hoped that no one else especially her friend would notice this. In fact, he had grown bolder and he now even started to call her on her phone frequently. Being pursued after all these years evoked a feeling of excitement that slowly gathered momentum within her. All these years she had immersed herself in social activities, parties etc to compensate for the neglect from her husband but contrary to what her daughter thought (or even some others in her circle of friends presumed) she had never sought to stray from her marital vows. In all these years even though there were many opportunities and no lack of pursuers she had remained faithful to her husband. She had no illusions as to her husband’s own infidelity. She had accepted it as being part of her husband’s lifestyle. The temptations he would be subjected to with many women throwing themselves at him, primarily because of his wealth and in some cases some women who get attracted because of the power he wields due to influence of his wealth. The obsequious behaviour of other men to her husband because of his position and wealth in itself would make her husband attractive to certain women who get drawn to power. Besides this she thought, due to the stress her husband would be subjected to in his crucial business dealings he would be in need of relief from that in some way. Soothing sex would be a great stress reliever. Being a woman of her time, upbringing and background she had an acceptance of her role in the family and her lot in life. Contrary to what her daughter thought, her conjugal life with her husband had not completely ceased. Though infrequent, she and her husband did have sex when he was around at home. Also, her husband though it cannot be said that he was a fantastic lover in bed, he was nevertheless fairly adept as a lover and was able to satisfy her even now, when he is in his early fifties.
 
Now this young upstart Prakash had evoked feelings in her that she long thought had faded and gone away for good. He had made her laugh. He had given great attention to her. Most importantly the unabashed naked want in his eyes had gone to the very core of herself. It felt so good to know that she was still desirable to a strapping young man. How can such a young man be so besotted with a mature woman such as herself. After a very long time she began to look at her own reflection in the mirror with wonder. What was it about her that so attracted him? Yes, she was still shapely though she should still get rid of about three or four kilograms she had thought critically as she had preened before a full-length mirror. She held up her breasts in her two hands. They were large but not overly so as to look awful on a curvaceous body. Most importantly they still had very little sag. She looked at her stomach. She pinched it with two fingers. Only when she pulled it like that there was a slight bit of flab otherwise it did appear flat. Her legs were an asset to her desirability. They were silken smooth, well rounded, long and shapely.
 
“Have you no shame, this young rascal had made you admire yourself unashamedly like a lovelorn teen,” she had admonished herself with a laugh, looking at her reflection in the mirror. 
 
It wasn’t as if she didn’t have other admirers all this while before Prakash. But by their approach it was always evident to her that she was a much sought out conquest for them. They wanted to boast that they had bedded the wife of such a wealthy and influential man. Hence she had given them short shrift, sending them away with their tails between their legs whenever they tried to cross the boundaries she had set for herself and them. Prakash however was different. He showed genuine care. So was his admiration. Even if she did not give herself to him she felt that even after knowing that he would still want to spend time with her. He seemed to genuinely enjoy being in her presence.
 
“Don’t be foolish,” she would scold herself,” he’s almost half your age, he is only a little older than your son. Act your age you old fool.” Yet for the first time her feelings overrode her sensible thoughts.
 
Having said all this, she never thought it was going eventually to lead to anything. She was confident if really he tried anything she would be able to resist the temptation. She would not want to give up her long-cherished chastity, it just wasn’t something she felt capable of doing. All her intention was nothing more than to humour him in his pursuit of her. In a way she was also indulging in her own fantasies. As she had no intention of giving herself to him she felt there was no danger in her behaving this way, that is giving him some encouragement. She underestimated how intoxicating it would be to her to be pursued by an attractive young man. She never expected her indulgence would abet him to permeate her consciousness in such a way that he would frequently intrude into her thoughts. She also overestimated her own strength in resisting him.  In the course of five months she went from reminding herself of the valid reasons for not giving into him to slowly looking for excuses as to why it would be justified if she was indeed to lose her long-cherished chastity to him. Suddenly her husband’s negligence became a greater fault than it was before. Her suspicion of her husband’s philandering on his trips was not so justifiable anymore. Her own feeling, that time is passing by fast and she had forgone her own happiness for this shallow life of material luxury, began to hit her. For the first time she allowed herself the feeling of resentment against her husband for his behaviour. This was something she had suppressed from affecting her these long years. Without even realising it she had become ripe for seduction. Even as her internal resistance slowly crumbled her self-pride did not allow her to throw herself to her young seducer. Prakash had to make the move. If he did her resistance may not last long though how much of a struggle she would put up was something she did not know. However, would a young man like him be bold enough to act on his desires and make the first move with an older woman, especially one who was his mother’s close friend? She was conflicted in her mind what she really wished for. Whether she hoped he would make a physical advance on her or hoped he would never get the courage to do that. Yesterday all this confusion came to an end. The opportunity for him to finally seduce her arose all out of a coincidence. He met her when she just came out after shopping at an exclusive boutique. (Or had he been actually following her and made it look like a chance meeting). He invited her to a cup of coffee and they had an interesting conversation. The conversation was interspersed with some sexual-innuendos but nothing she could take offence with. If she was being honest with herself she really did enjoy it. He had been able to create a bit of a sexually charged atmosphere between them. From there he invited her to view the new condominium he had bought. Alarm bells should have gone off but against her better judgement she agreed after some persuasion from him.
 
“Wow it looks beautiful,” she had remarked as she appreciatively surveyed the tastefully furnished apartment.
 
“Glad you like it,” he had said. She could see that he was genuinely pleased by her appreciation.
 
“Is this where you plan to move to after your marriage?” she had asked. He was currently residing with his parents.
 
They were talking as he led her around the apartment and they just happened to be at the master bedroom at that time. She looked at the large king-sized, lushly furnished bed. She felt an irrational pang of jealousy that some woman would one day share this bed with him.
 
“Probably,” he replied,” but I wanted it this way because I been longing to share it with an angel first.”
 
“Who is that? Your future wife? Do you already have someone in mind?” she asked looking up at his face somehow disturbed that he may already have someone who was close to his heart. She hoped he would not notice her perturbance.
 
“Yes, I am looking at the angel right now,” he said with smouldering eyes.
 
It took a few seconds for his words to register in her mind. She was stunned .. shocked .. (elated?)  .. her heart started racing. She had half expected that this moment would happen one day but now when it happened all of a sudden today, she was least prepared for it.  
 
“Wha..wha.. what are you saying Prakash?” she stammered.
 
“You heard me the first time, I know you know how I feel about you,” he said as he took a step towards her.
 
Alarmed she took a step back. She was not prepared for this. “Have you gone mad Prakash. Do you know who you are talking to.”
 
She took another step back. In her heart this was what she had wanted too yet why is she resisting. Her physical actions were one of resistance yet the emotion that filled her heart said something else.
 
As he kept moving towards her she kept stepping backwards. If any other man had done this she would have slapped him and put him in his place but now all she did was retreat helplessly. 
 
“Yes, I know, I’m talking to my angel,” he said huskily. The raw, naked desire in his eyes caused a joyful lilt in her heart.
 
“You’ve lost your mind, I’m old enough to be your mother .. in fact, your mother would never forgive me. She and I are such good friends.” She couldn’t step back anymore as the bedroom wall prevented her moving anymore.
 
“I don’t care, you are all I can think of. I’m crazy I know, crazy for you.” He leaned towards her body. Her hands on his chest prevented him from moving any further but she knew that he could feel her fingers trembling.
 
Her body ran hot and cold. Unabated emotions were surging through her. Her mind was in a flux. She had lost the ability to think rationally. That she was agitated, that he could cause this in her would have given him more confidence to force himself on her.
 
“Don’t do this Prakash, I’m too old for you,” she pleaded but she would have been disappointed if he listened to her pleading and had moved away. That he did not was causing her alarm and elation in equal measure.
 
“I’ve not met a single young girl who could hold a candle to you.” His hand softly touched her bare arm (she had worn a sleeveless blouse), tracing small lines on her soft flesh. She shuddered at his touch. Her womanhood responded to the gentle teasing as if it had a mind of its own.
 
“I’m married.”
 
“Who would be foolish enough to let you be single all these years.”
 
“This is wrong Prakash,” Mounika couldn’t look directly at his face. She was afraid he would read the desire in her eyes too. God, let me not swoon into his arms she prayed.
 
It was too late for that. He already knew in her heart of hearts how much she wanted him too. “Don’t fool yourself Mounika, you deserve more than this.” He called her by name for the first time. She liked the sound of her name rolling on his lips.
 
“I know you want me just as much as I want you my angel Mounika, I can see it in your eyes. Let yourself go don’t hold back and I will give you the happiness you need and deserve.”
 
Had I been so easy to read Mounika thought to herself. Prakash was not like just any other young man. He was mature beyond his years. He knew what he wanted and was relentless in getting his wish. Mounika tried one last time. She was trapped. His hands on either side of her body trapped her to the wall. His hands and body had imprisoned her. Her only escape was if he relented. She could of course have forcefully pushed him away or slapped him but those thoughts never entered her mind. It was obvious even to her that she wanted to be seduced too. What she was now doing was a weak and feeble effort to assuage her guilt. He leaned forward to kiss her. She turned her head to one side but that did not stop him. He just kissed her cheek. He held her by her jaw and gently moved her head to face him. She had her eyes closed shut her lips were quivering. The maroon lip gloss on her succulent lips were too much of a temptation for him.
 
“Your lips are so tempting Mounika, so juicy and sweet.” His words continued to inflame her passions making her resolve weaker by the moment.  
 
Soon his lips entwined with hers as he kissed her passionately. Her final bit of resistance melted in that ardent kiss of her young lover. Things moved quickly from that. The long smouldering pent up passion could not be held back anymore. There was the frantic effort to undress each other. Her saree was pulled off from her body even as he continued to suck on her lips. His hand pressed upon her breast kneading them with an eagerness of finally getting to hold that which he had long hoped to possess. Her hands that had been at her side was now hugging his body.
 
“Mmm..  mmmm …,” the sound of their feverish kiss filled the room without their lips ever parting from each other.
 
Her red lipstick was a mess not just on her lips but on his too. He sought to unhook her blouse even as he kissed her but struggled to do so. It was not as if he was inexperienced in undressing a woman, he had that experience with a few women so far. But they were all with younger women who wore western clothes which was much easier to get off the body. This was a completely new experience for him. She came to his aid and soon the hooks were completely undone. Only now did his lips leave hers. He looked open mouthed at her two breasts that her demi bra did more to reveal than hide. For a mature, experienced woman she felt a little shyness at the bold admiration shown by a man so much younger to her. Yet she hoped that he liked what he saw.
 
“Mounika, my darling .. They are so much more beautiful than I imagined.” His open and earnest compliment of her feminine beauty endeared him further to her.
 
He stooped to kiss her. Feathery kisses on her deep cleavage. It caused her to moan softly as his lips exalted in the softness of her smooth flesh. As he kissed his hands reached behind to unhook her bra. This he had no trouble doing as he had done many times before. Her loose bra still clung on to her breast till he pulled it off completely from her body. Her breasts jutted out proudly from her body with hardly a hint of sag. Her nipples were pointing slightly to opposite directions.
 
“You know Mounika I had often dreamed of how they would look but now at last I can see them .. your firm ripe fruits mmm I must simply taste them.”
 
Saying this he gently squeezed her left breast with his thumb on one side and his fingers on the other and kissed her nipple. They stirred slightly. He stuck out his tongue and teased it with the tip of the tongue. It half grew in length and when he took it in his mouth and sucked on it, the nipple fully extended and popped into his mouth. He gently chewed on the rubbery tip as he slurped on the nipple.
 
“Ohh .. uh uh.. ,” she gasped as she sucked in her breath, ooohh….” her surrender to him made him elated.
 
He sucked on her breasts voraciously making sure not to neglect either of them. He two palms cradled his head, holding them to her breasts. The young man, feeding on her breasts was igniting her own lust where she wasn’t in control of herself anymore. This was the second adult male who had every got a chance to taste the sweetness of her ripe dangling fruits.
 
“Oh god .. yes .. baby .. oh… suck .. ah .. suck.” Her ramblings of lust were faint but still clearly audible to him.
 
As he suckled on her breasts he undid the buttons on his shirt with one hand. He finally stood up to remove his shirt completely from his body. Her nipples were fully swollen and wet because of the ministrations by his mouth. She too was seeing his naked upper torso for the first time. His well-toned, finely chiselled body would delight any woman. She was amazed that a youth like him, a fine male specimen of virility would find a mature woman such as she, attractive. He watched her looking at his body with a smile. He could see she found his body alluring but yet she just stood there. He took the initiative here. He took her hand and placed it on his chest. Her hand then moved on its own, running slowly over his body as if in wonderment. Her well-manicured long nails drew marks that left no lines on the firm muscles of his body. Even seeing this long longed for touch of her fingers on his body was erotic to him. She was so engrossed at what she was doing that she did not notice him unhook his pants and let it fall on the ground. Only the rustle of the clothes as his pants slid and fell down his legs drew back her attention.
 
Again, this was the first time she was seeing his sturdy thighs but what drew her attention straightaway was something straining to get free of the boxers he wore. She was still in her petticoat but before he undressed her fully he decided to that he should become naked first. She may have felt too shy and embarrassed to be naked before him while he was still clothed. Seeing a male fully naked would not be new to her. Afterall she was a married woman but seeing your adulterous lover fully naked would be different. This sinful situation would be highly erotically charged but at the same time when indulging in this delightfully illicit act for the first time there would be some shyness for the woman coupled with that too.  He could see her hold her breath as he started to pull down his boxers. When his cock sprung out from its captivity he saw her mouth open with a gasp. He knew his girth was larger than usual but his length just hardly breached seven inches. Yet she seemed fascinated with it. That made him wonder just how big, or rather small her husband was.   
 
As she had said over the phone she was mesmerised on seeing his thick erect phallus. Actually, he was only a little over an inch and a half more than her husband’s five and a half inches but his thickness gave the illusion that it was bigger than it was. He had a magnificent body and his love tool was a match to that. Her young lover such a stud she hoped that he would not be disappointed when she stood naked before him. He himself undid her petticoat and pulled her silky red panties down. She closed her eyes tightly not being able to look at him when he did that. When she finally did open her eyes, the look of immense desire on his face showed he was as enamoured with her body as she was at his. Their bodies came together as one, flesh rubbing against flesh as they were once more engaged in a passionate kiss. He moved her along as he kissed her till they fell on the bed, lips and body still entwined. They feverish rolled on the bed in deep embrace as they kissed passionately. Even in the first few days after her marriage she had not been this ardent with her husband as she now was with her lover. The very first lover in her life.
 
They had no need for long foreplay to be ready for rapturous mating. The long interchange between them for the past few months. The undertone of sex in their seemingly innocent teasing. The delectable thought of sin that had been planted within them even while not being conscious of it. Finally, the sexual desire that had stealthily gained control over their emotions rendered the need for foreplay irrelevant. Their pent-up desires needed instant relief. Soon he had squatted between her open legs, her thighs over his. She watched with her tongue wetting her dry lips at the bulging veins covered big and hard tubular flesh of love that was going to pluck her virtue. She had gasped as his manhood slowly entered her moist pussy. Her eyes swooned as intense pleasure entered her along with the hard flesh entering her body. Her groans and moans that filled the room. This young man had finally seduced his mother’s friend. Had showed her that this sinful coupling can transport her to yet to be experienced bliss.
 
“Fuck me … darling .. ohh your wonderful cock .. sss… fuck me.” She whimpered in uncontrollable emotions, using words that she had but rarely used with her husband.

But he was showing her more, much more than she knew existed. Their heat of passion was so great that rivulets of sweat was running freely over their bodies. Prakash was delighted that the pussy of the wife of his father’s business associate held so much of bliss. He was taking what belonged to the man who he had been addressing as uncle. She was giving herself too, now freely, willingly. The rapture she was in was making her lose complete control of herself. She bit him, she dug her nails into the flesh of his back. Her body strained against his meeting his every thrust with one of her own equally passionate thrust. Her shrieks became such that anyone hearing it would think she was crying. Finally, their two bodies simultaneously shuddered at they reached that sought-after release. The thickness of his already large phallus swelled even more as the grasping wet flesh of her pussy drained every bit of his virile life fluid from him. It was an ecstasy she had never experienced before. Her body was spasming in eruptions of pleasure that seemed to go on and on. Finally, his hips stopped moving as he lay on top of her. She hugged him tightly in gratitude. They both lay spent, gasping for breath but deeply satisfied having experienced intense ecstasy.  

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Sorry, I was doing the translation of this story into Tamil and had done some slight update on it as I copied it for translation. Didn't expect it to be posted as a new post here.