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Hi Friends, After the completion of my previous two stories, My wife, why did she betray me and A Wife's Anxiety I have decided to write a new story once more. I know that it had been a long break but I think that now I will be able to have enough time for my writing. This would be a brand new story, not a translation of my previous story in Tamil nor would be a simultaneous dual language effort as was the case in the second part of "My wife, why did she betray me." This story will only be in English. I am going to try something a bit different this time and hope it works. As I have stated in all of my previous efforts the story would be completed and not left dangling halfway. There maybe a delay of a few days here and there in case of work constraints but nevertheless the story would be completed. I had started writing for the last two days and I believe I would be able make the first post by tomorrow. I hope I get the same support I got for my previous stories. The title of the story is "The Impact of Lust".

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Episode 1.

She runs her delicate fingers over his sweat drenched body. He was still breathing hard after his exertion of the past twenty minutes or so. She never ceased to be amazed by his body. Not because of the toned, hard muscled body .. the body that had so attracted her so much but rather because of the many scars that adorned that body. Can one man have these many scars on him? One circular wound on the left rib cage. He had told her that a bullet had gone clean through, fortuitously missing even his ribs and going clean through causing only a flesh wound. The person who did that was not so lucky. He died, a bullet through his throat and choking on his own blood filling his lungs. There were other scars too, a knife wound here, permanent discoloured flesh caused by heavy bruises. All these had intrigued her the first time these very same fingers of hers had explored his body. However, there were other marks too that had caught her eye. Teeth marks, scratch marks .. some faint and some fairly fresh. These were not marks that were caused by rivals in acts of violence but rather marks caused by paramours’ acts of lust. He bore both sets of marks with equal pride for they were both testament to his masculinity. Now her fingers went soothingly over the very fresh marks that she had just caused. She knew she had no hold on him or that he had any obligation towards her. Their intimate liaison was for mutual satisfaction. Yet she felt a tinge of jealousy every time she saw marks caused by her rivals for his sexual favour.

 
“Don’t be foolish,” she admonished herself,” he is a wild beast, not to be tamed by anyone but to be enjoyed just as the free spirit that he was.”
 
She also knew that as a tamed creature he would not fascinate her as much as he did now. Her exploring fingers traced down his hard body reaching his spent weapon. Even in this flaccid state it still felt formidable. This was another reason she adored him .. no, no, that’s not the right word .. she lusted for him. His love pole was a perfect match to his hard body and rugged good looks.  She took his big gun in her elegant fingers. The flesh was soft. Its ammo spent into her moist receptacle. She had to get it hard again and quickly.  Once with him was never going to be enough for her. Opportune time like this does not happen often. He was not the type of person who can be contacted or met with easily or in the open. Moreover, this sexual liaison had to be carried out surreptitiously. She couldn’t afford any suspicion to arise in her own home or society. There was too much at stake. The time they can spend together was as always limited. Once he has his fill of a woman his interest in her wanes as quickly as his lust. It would be awhile before his desire for that woman rekindles. Unlike him, her desire and lust for him never abates as every moment spent with him is immensely satisfying for her. She was gratified to feel the flaccid flesh stir in her fingers. She knew of his appetite. Just like her, for him romping in bed just once was not enough. She knew his rigid pole would plough her quim once more if he is sated for the time being.
 
She kissed his chest, taking the salty taste of his sweat on her lips. His manhood stirred some more in her fingers. Her teeth nibbled on his nipple gently .. the tubular flesh in her hand rapidly filled out and became firmer. Her nibble turned to noisy suckling and his manhood almost reached its full magnificent state. Her fingers squeezed the warm flesh in her hands. It still felt sticky, a result of their first bout of wild mating concluded just a few minutes ago. Their mingled love fluids made it easier for her fingers to run up and down his not inconsiderable length. He grabbed her hair and pulled up her head. His lips pressed hard against her soft red lips his tongue insistent to gain entrance into her sweet mouth. The kiss was as fierce as was the man. There was never going to be any gentleness in him. Yet she welcomed that. This unbridled voracious lust was what she craved for .. what she needed. She had grown weary of gentleness. She needed this rampant passion to trigger her own wantonness. She kissed back with equal fervour sucking on his probing tongue. Her fingers grabbing his chest, her fingernail digging into his flesh but he seemed imperious to any pain. His fingers grabbed her tit squeezing it hard, her stiff nipple mashed hard against his palm. He had been surprised the first time he had experienced this behaviour of hers when she was in the throes of lust. He realised then that there can be unbridled sluttiness even among the seemingly staid high society women, it just needed the right man to arouse it in them. In fact, he had come to the conclusion that it was just a front they put up before their men.  It pleased him when these, so called high class, women fornicated with unrestrained lust just like any common bitch in heat would. What would the fathers or husbands say if they could see the whorish behaviour of the women of their house-hold.
 
He pulled her head back by her hair and said,” enough bitch, now suck my cock.”
 
She would not have tolerated this if any other man had addressed her like that but with him she took no offence. She was eager to do his bidding. She bit, licked and kissed his body as she made her way towards his raging manhood. She looked at his thick rod in her grasp with smouldering eyes. There was a fair bit of his stalk protruding beyond her holding fist. She had pulled down his foreskin exposing his sensitive bud. His orifice was oozing his pre-cum in anticipation of the pleasures ahead. She did not mind that, in fact she reveled in its taste. Truth be said she didn’t even mind the remnants of her own love juice still stuck on his stem. Her tongue flicked out like that of a serpent scooping in his oozing lust with its tip. Soon her tongue was making broad swathes over the head of his cock. This wasn’t enough for him. He impatiently pushed down her head. He needed his warm flesh in her wet mouth. In spite of his heated state he could feel the warmth of her breath on his flesh. She was in much of a carnal state as she was. He looked with half closed eyelids as her mouth engulfed his cockhead.  
 
“Suck it you slut .. suck it hard. Deepthroat it like the whore you are.”
 
He knew that she would struggle to do it. He was too large for that but he also knew that she would try her utmost. He knew from his experience that all these bitches wanted to prove themselves with him. They wanted to be the best fuck he had ever had. They want to be able to tame him, be there to do their bidding but he was no one’s lapdog. These high-class bitches have an inborn haughtiness. They wanted to dominate their boyfriends or their husbands as the case may be. With him however they surrender to his masculinity. With him however the pleasure that engulfs them, as his large hard flesh pumps in their tight feminine treasure, more than makes up for their bruised ego. She started from the bulbous head of his pole, moving her head up and down, just taking in only his head in her mouth. As the rapidity of her movement increasing gradually she took more and more of him in her mouth. Even then when she took only half of his stem in her mouth she felt his cockhead hit the entrance of her throat. She held his stalk in her mouth as she ran her tongue all along the underside of his cock. She could feel his blood engorged hard flesh throb as her tongue teased the sensitive skin. He was now at his full stretched length. More of his pre fornication fluid oozed onto her tongue. That masculine taste was not distasteful for her, rather it was invigorating. Her feminine channel oozed in response to this. She relaxed her throat so as to try and take more of him in but she could not take in more than another inch or so. She chose instead to bring him towards the brink of release by rapidity of her sucking. Both her hands were busy as she suckled on his cock. One hand was stroking him in sync with the movement of her head while with the palm of her other hand she was twirling the heavy sacs hanging below his manhood. While doing that she would gently scratch the sensitive skin below his sacs with her long nails. She knew that this would increase his pleasure. She was rewarded for her efforts by the jerking of his phallus in her mouth.
 
“That’s it baby, play with my balls as you suck… you’re really good at this you slut. You know you should do this for money. You sure can name your price.”
 
He had literally told her that she would make a great prostitute but she took no offense at it. In fact, she was pleased that she was pleasing him. Her response to his insult was to run her nails right down to his anus. She scratched that to make him drool even more pre-cum. She took his cock out from her mouth and moved her lips to below his heavy nuts. She stroked his cock as she sucked on the extension of stem she could feel below his covering skin. His dribbling was now completely wetting her fingers. He let out a little moan. She was making him squirm in rapture. He enjoyed the pleasure she gave him for a few minutes before moving to the next point. He pulled her up roughly and lay her on to her back on the bed. He looked at the full fleshed voluptuous housewife longing for him to take her. Her hair disheveled, faint traces of smeared lipstick on her soft lips, eyes reddened in passion, heaving heavy breasts, soft smooth slightly fleshy stomach and quivering pussy lips visible from the very short neatly trimmed black hair surrounding her pleasure gate. She lay there long smooth legs spread apart waiting to take his manhood inside her.  He was not ready to take her yet though. He thrust two fingers in her wet quim. She gasped as his fingers entered wet tunnel. He finger-fucked her, his fingers expertly teasing the wet upper walls of her slit. Through his dalliance with many women he knew the key spots that would trigger the passion of his lovers. Her gasps changed to whimpers of pleasure. Her head stretched back, her neck along with it, her half-closed eyes were staring, unseeing at the ceiling. Her own hands were kneading her thrust up breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples. He smiled wickedly as he saw the squirming body in front of him. Her hips moved up wanting in return to fuck back the fingers that were fucking her. Her whimpers became throaty groans.
 
“Arrg.. Arrghh.. god … you’re killing me you bastard.”
 
Her lust fluid had now thoroughly coated his fingers and there was a squishy sound as his fingers went in and out. He would now and then rub the tip of his wet fingers over her swollen clit. Pleasure rapidly built in her. She was racing towards her release as his fingers expertly played her body as if she was a musical instrument. Her incoherent moans, was the music that was produced by his fiddling.
 
“Fuck me…I want your big cock inside .. fuck me please….”
 
He felt immense pride when these high-class bitches pleaded for his cock. It gave an overwhelming sense of superiority over the men who were considered the leading lights of society. Nothing can match the feeling of joy he felt in having their women begging to be screwed by him like common whores. He ignored her plea as he continued to finger her. From experience he knew when she would lose her complete control, but the time was not yet now. He licked her calf moving up to her thigh as he continued the pleasurable torture of her body. He could see and hear her breathing becoming faster, heavier .. her moans turning to cries. He had a sardonic smile on his face as he saw her writhe in rapture. Her sudden small shivers that was raking her body indicated to him that she would soon be reaching the point of no return. He grabbed her by her buttocks and pulled her body up. His mouth latched on to her pussy. Only her shoulder was on the bed. Her legs were hanging loose from either side of his hands that was holding her up by the fleshy globes of her buttocks. He alternately sucked on the labia encircling her clitoris and stuck his tongue in probing her wet chamber.  She reached her breaking point.
 
“Ohh.. Ohh.. Ohh.. ,” she groaned as she rode the crest of pleasure.
 
Her feminine fluid welled up in her pussy. He partook in the intoxicating sticky liquid that gushed up. He let her shudder till the waves of delight that washed over her body slowly subsided. He lay her body on the bed. She lay there with closed eyes, her body limp but sated.  However, he was just getting started. This debauchery would only cease when he had filled her with his seed. He held his thick phallus in his fingers as he rubbed it all over the entrance to her pleasure pit. The head of his cock would prise open her delightful lips as it explored her readiness to receive him. There was a generous amount of sticky viscous fluid ready to ease the path for his sizeable tool. She was still in the after glow of her orgasm to react to his taunting with his rod. He needed her to beg him to shove his mega member into her narrow love passage. As he rubbed his cock over her slit, he started licking her toes before sucking them one by one. He knew that this would get her going again.
 
“Mmm..   mmm….,” soft moans started escaping her lips again but she still had her eyelids closed as she still savoured the rapture she had experienced.
 
He just put only his cockhead inside and did minute fucking motion as his fingers teased her clitoris. His other hand was slowly stroking her inner thigh.
 
“sss… yes… put it in…”
 
“What?? I didn’t hear you.”
 
Her eyes sprung open, there was yearning in those eyes. “Enough .. don’t tease … put it in… please.”
 
He pushed his cock another inch inside but did not go all the way in. Her cunt lips were fully stretched by his girth, practically in an oval shape.
 
“God .. your so big… come inside me baby .. I need you.”
 
“Do you want to be fucked? Hmm .. is your cunt itchy for my cock.”
 
“Yes you bastard .. I want this magnificent thing fully inside.”
 
Without warning his full pole slid in forcefully to be fully lodged inside her.
 
“Aww sss…ohh… you oaf .. slowly you’re killing me.”
 
He laughed without displaying any sympathy. “Well you wanted it in .. you asked for it.”
 
“Even then, must you be so rough you ruffian.”
 
“Don’t put up an act you tramp .. I know you want it rough.”
 
He was the only one who would address her so degradingly but this degradation only acted as a stimulant for her lust.
 
“Yes you brute, fuck me .. show me what you have got,” she challenged him. She knew this challenge would provoke what she desired. A vigorous and thorough fucking.
 
He proceeded to show her exactly what he had. Her wet folds of flesh welcomed his invading hard flesh holding it in its warm embrace. Every time it ploughed in and out her muscles tried as much as it could to grip and hold it inside of her. It failed every time in holding him tightly in but this failure .. the forcible rubbing of hard tubular flesh against the wet gripping walls was the success that took them to their bliss. His hard flesh slid up almost till it was out before forcefully thrusting back in fully. Every time it slid back in a surge of pleasure would run through her body. She held him tightly against her body. Only his hips and buttocks would move undulatingly up and down. Her calves were twined and pressing down hard over his muscular thighs. Her hands were out of control on his broad back. Her fingernails were making haphazard strokes over his back … sometimes embedding in his flesh, sometimes drawing lines over his flesh. Slowly their sweat greased bodies thudded wetly against each other. Their sometimes, accidental brushing of nipples against each other would spark an added bit of bliss in their bodies.
 
“You son of a whore aang… aang… fuck me hard … hhaa.. hhaa.. shove your cock deep inside my pussy you dog.”
 
“I’ll tear your filthy pussy you dirty bitch.”
 
“aang… sss… arrgh…” Her moans were getting louder and louder.
 
She enjoyed the rough barreling of his huge cock but she also knew how tender and sore her pussy would feel afterwards but it was all worth it for the ecstasy that engulfed her body now. She started feeling lightheaded, her nerves started tightening. She knew she was on the verge of heavenly bliss. She grabbed his head seeking his lips with her own. Their entwined bodies continued this dance of lust for almost half an hour. She had a number of mini orgasms all building towards a crescendo. Her pussy muscles began to spasm as she reached a tremendous orgasm.  As waves of pleasure surged through her body in ecstatic release she sucked on his lips, muffling her joyous whelps. He continued to bang her till he reached his own climax. His thick hot hard flesh throbbed and jerked as his seed gushed in spurts into her welcoming pussy. This triggered her once more and she too came in another rapturous release.
 
As he roared away on his motorbike his mind was still on the lascivious woman whom he had left sprawled naked on the bed. The bedraggled state of the bed was a testament to their vigorous copulation. She was a full-bodied woman, fleshy but in the right places. Naturally one cannot expect her to have the svelte, sinuous body of youth. Especially for a woman who had just touched the thirties and that too being a mother of two kids. She could be described as being a bit more than voluptuous but not even borderline heavyset yet. Given a few more years she would most probably become matronly but she was still in her prime of sexuality at present. She also had a few other plus points going for her. She had a quite attractive face, fair skinned, not overly large and firm breasts and she was quite tall. Most important of all was her enthusiasm and horniness. She would ardently participate in all lewd acts of lust. That was why she was one of his favourite fuck dolls. She had been especially passionate today. It was one of the best fuck sessions he had. He was pre-occupied with thoughts of her and the pleasures he had just immersed in. He who had been always careful and alert and aware of the situation around him had become careless. That was a fatal mistake. The road he was going in was lonely. That this place had very sparse traffic was one of the essential elements for him to have his illicit sexual dalliance here. But this very fact was also the reason for the horror that was to befall him. As he rode fast down the road something cut into his throat and he was lifted and thrown from his motorbike on the tar road. His motorbike went skidding off about twenty to thirty meters away before it came to a stop. The full, face covering helmet he wore protected his head as it slammed back on the hard tar road, but that was not where the danger was. He had a deep cut in his throat from a thin steel wire embedded in. Instinctively, in act of self-preservation his hand had grabbed the wire and pulled it off. As he did so the wire cut into his hand too. As he pulled it off from his throat blood welled out from the deep wound it had caused. He tried to get up but extreme pain shot up from his right leg.  It must have been broken as he fell he thought. Even in that wounded state with him becoming weaker every second with the copious amount of blood he was losing his mind was still clear. He had been in too many violent and life-threatening situation for him to be befuddled now. He pressed his palm into his throat in an attempt to stem the flow of blood. His other hand searched for the handgun he always had in his back waist. It was not there. It too must have fallen off when he fell down. There were a few men running towards him from both sides of the road. He knew straightaway that these were not men who were coming to his aid but were those who were hell-bound on taking his life. He was well aware that something like this happening to him was a very real possibility because of the life he led. When he himself had taken a number of lives he knew that it could also happen to him one day but he never expected that this day would be that day. Knowing that death could come any time in his life he had lived his life hard, having no sympathy, giving no mercy and expecting none in return. He took what he wanted having no moral compunction or care about who would get hurt by his actions. For the first time in his life panic set in. He desperately looked around for his gun with rapidly blurring eyes.

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Nice, wanting to know the characters background.

That will come as part of the narrative in the story. Hope to complete the next update today or the latest by tomorrow.

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Episode 2

The men who ran towards him were doing so with a feeling of exhilaration. The first part of their action had gone without a hitch. They knew how dangerous their task was. One little mistake leading to failure and their targets escape would in turn lead to their own death sentence. They knew if they had tried and failed in this attempt then the man who was their target would somehow trace who they were and would relentlessly hunt them down one by one till they were all dead. Now it looked like there was no escape for him. Their plan had gone to perfection so far and their target was seemingly helpless. Now all that was left was to finish him off. To reach this point in executing their plan they had discretely followed him for months. Always using decoys in relays rather than having one person following him. It was always different set of persons each time, so that he would never recognise that any one particular person was around nearby to where he was. They also used outsiders and not anyone known to be involved in crime from within their circle. They had been following him patiently over seven months. They had to make sure that they were able to see if he had any set pattern in his behaviour. Any impatience shown would have had disastrous consequences. Luckily, they were not hurried by the person who had given them this dangerous task. All the person wanted was the death of the target and time was not a constraint in getting that done. However, as they followed him, they found that he did not seem to have any discernible pattern in his movements. He was very careful in this regard. There was no way to predict his movement so that they can make their own move. The only exception was in his regular activities in serving his crime boss. There were regular routines in that case but, he was not vulnerable at those times because he was always surrounded by his men and they were all adequately armed to face any danger. It took four to five months before they noticed one particular set movement. This was when he went alone without anyone accompanying him. This movement was also very furtive. Only then they became aware of this affair that he was indulging in. It took so long to notice the pattern because of the infrequency of his sexual dalliance with his paramour. In those five months that they were following him the secretive lovers met only three times. All three times he had gone alone and their secret rendezvous was always at the same place. So now after seven months of surveillance when he once again went to the same location, they set the trap for him and now they had him where they wanted.

 
Like a wounded tiger he still tried to fight back ferociously. Blood gurgled in his throat. He spat out the blood that filled his throat. He could see his gun lying on the road about 4 feet away. The men attacking him were fast closing on him. He knew he couldn’t get up but he could still move. He rolled towards the gun. He grasped the cool butt of his gun. Even in this dire straight that he was in It felt reassuring to have something to fight back with.  He needed to get one person at least at first, that would stop and scatter the others he surmised. There was no time to pause and take aim. With one swift movement he aimed and squeezed off a shot. He saw the man who was in front of everyone jerk and curse loudly but he did not stop coming forward. He held on to his arm as he ran forward. He who was always precise and true of aim was not so today. At his rapidly weakening state he was not as deadly with the firearm as he usually was. Even in this dire situation his mind wondered who they were. But they all had masks on that hid their identity. He felt a kick on his arm. The gun slipped out of his grasp and went flying across the road. With the next kick to his head everything went blank for him .. permanently.
 
The leader of the group of assailants cursed the unconscious man loudly. Even with the steel wire cutting deep into his throat he did not go down easily. The bastard had shot him. Luckily it was a flesh wound to his arm. Realisation came how fortunate he had been. The bullet could just as easily have pierced his chest. They did not want to shoot the unconscious man. They did not want to be traced through ballistics from the bullet. Firearms were too precious and hard to come by for it be discarded after this assassination. He looked at two of his men who immediately understood what was to be done. They systematically and brutally started beating the unconscious man to hasten his demise. They had gloves on and used pieces of wood found nearby as clubs. There should be no fingerprints or pieces of their own torn skin found which would have been if they used their fists. All of them had criminal records and could be traced if they left any evidence behind. Even though this was a lonely road they had to move quickly in case anyone came by this route. The leader stopped the beating after a few minutes. The body of the man was limp and lifeless. He checked for a pulse and found none. He felt a thrill running through his heart. They had done it. They had killed the man who many considered would be impossible to do. They quickly carried the body off the road. They did not want his body found or his death to be known publicly. Not immediately anyway. They needed to be away from the city when the discovery of the body was made. They chose this place for the ambush as this was a lonely place with thickset of scrubs and bushes around. They put him in a sack, tied the sack tightly and threw him into a shallow grave that they had dug earlier. They hid his motorbike among the shrubs.  Their intention was not for his death to be never found out. It needed to be known but they just wanted a few days’ time before the discovery was made. His death needed to be known eventually because of the message it would send to their rivals in crime. They quickly left the scene in three motorbikes, two to a bike in fifteen minutes intervals. Two of the bikes in one direction and the other in the opposite direction. They felt an exhilaration that they had succeeded in this dangerous task. As they rode away, the leaders of the assassins wondered what the women who just got fucked by the dead man would be doing right now. The dead man’s semen would probably still be warm in her pussy he thought with a laugh.
 
The woman he was wondering about was still laying on the bed. She luxuriated in the comfort of the soft mattress she was laying on. She felt lazy but at the same time invigorated by the marvellous sex she had just had. It would probably be two or three months before she can indulge herself with this forbidden pleasure again. She was fondly reminiscing about her departed lover not knowing that he had departed permanently from this world. She stretched her body like a fully sated cat. She really did not want to get up but get up she must. She reached for her phone which was on the bed stand table. She scrolled through her call history and made a call. There was a long interval before the phone was attended to.
 
“Hi dear, is it convenient to talk?” she asked.
 
“Not now Lekha, the meeting is still going on,” the reply was terse from the other side.
 
“Sorry but how long more will it take?” asked Lekhashree.
 
“Another two or three hours, I’ll call you when it is done,” the phone got cut abruptly.
 
“Aah what a waste,” she thought to herself,” if I knew this before I would have kept him back for another hour. Could have fucked one more time,” she thought wistfully.
 
She went to take a long warm shower. She let the warm water wash over her body like a soothing balm to her tender flesh. There were still reddish finger marks on her breasts. The brute had kneaded them so roughly. After about half an hour later she was dressed and ready to go. She looked over herself one last time in the mirror. There was something still missing?? Oh yes, she thought as she took the mangalsutra from the dressing table and wore it back over her neck. Yep, everything is complete. She at least had the grace to remove this holy symbol of marriage before she indulged in the forbidden fornication with her lover. She left some money on the night stand before she left the cosy cottage. The cottage belonged to a close friend of hers who was very wealthy. They were so close that they shared their secrets. That’s how Lekha got to know about this place. This was where the friend of hers had her own trysts. As they were very thick friends she was good enough to extend the courtesy of using the place to her too. The friend had discreet servants who would come later to clean up the mess. She drove back singing along to the song playing on the CD in her car. She drove by not realising that at the very moment she was passing the very spot where her lover was killed about an hour or so ago. After arriving home, she took another long luxurious bath and had her dinner before retiring to bed even though it was still early, she was that exhausted by her strenuous but delightful activity. Her husband Rakesh came back only around eleven in the night. Her two kids were fast asleep by then (there were servants to take care of them). She could see that he was quite intoxicated but she was in too good a mood to start a row. Let him have his fun, after all she had already had hers.
 
“Darling,” he slurred,” you are looking at the soon to be MLA candidate in the coming state elections.”
 
He seemed very pleased with himself as he made the announcement. She was pleasantly shocked and pleased too. This was something they were planning for some time now. Looks like they have succeeded at last. Mrs. Lekhashree Rakesh, wife of the state assemblyman, mm that sounded good she thought.
 
“That’s wonderful darling,” she said genuinely delighted. “Was this announced today?”
 
“The news will only be out after the election date is announced but it is confirmed .. I’m in.”
 
She went and hugged her husband. Now she didn’t mind one bit that he was drunk. He had every right to celebrate such good news. For her and her husband, it was for the prestige of holding political power that they were in politics and not solely for the opportunity to enrich themselves. They both came from quite wealthy families though she realised that through this political power the potential for further wealth growth was stupendous. Her husband sought to kiss her. She didn’t mind the smell of alcohol on his breath. This was something she had got used to the last year and a half. Her secret lover would often have alcohol on his breath when they made love.
 
Later that night Rakesh was fucking her with a vigour he had not shown for years. For the first few years of their marriage sex between them had been fairly satisfying. Especially when she was young and curvy. Rakesh couldn’t get enough of her but as time passed and especially after the birth of her two kids his interest in her waned to a great extent. Now after nine years of marriage sex was something that happened once or twice a month.  That too he did not really seem to care if she got her satisfaction anymore. It was more for his own release. She suspected he had a trollop or two on the side. She had passed caring about that sometime ago. She let him do what he wanted as long as it was discreet and did not disturb her family life. It cannot be said that for her part she was above temptation. She too had had a sexual encounter a couple of years before she had started her current affair with her underworld lover. Her first illicit sex was with a man from their circle of friends, someone of their same level of social status in society. But that sexual encounter had been hugely disappointing for her. That man was a more selfish lover than her husband currently was. At least her husband had given her satisfaction during the early years of their marriage. The sex with him had been hugely disappointing. She had summarily ended the affair with that one bout of sex though the man kept persisting in his pursuit to continue the affair but he finally gave up when she wouldn’t budge from her decision. He had concluded that she was wracked with guilt for having cheated on her husband and that was why she ended the affair even before it had really begun. He didn’t realise the real reason was his own inadequacy as a lover. 
 
Her husband was busy with his blossoming political career. He was a member of a somewhat new party that was gaining popularity among a section of youth and society. Opinions were that they would probably garner about twelve to fourteen percent of the vote. Not enough to capture the state, possibly not even sufficient to win any seat but they could become a formidable coalition partner. The main two parties in the state were practically neck to neck in the standing with people. Due to anti-incumbency, the main opposition party may have a slight edge. Her husband’s party was being courted by both the main parties. It was a wide held sentiment that the party her husband belonged to would determine the winner of the state elections depending on who they went into coalition with. Her husband’s party was playing hardball settling for nothing less than a share in the government if they were to pledge their support. Huge amounts of cash were offered, lucrative positions in state-controlled enterprises were offered in lieu of a coalition government. They however stood firm in their demands. They knew that they were in a position of strength in the negotiation. Their demand was for three minister’s position. One for the party leader, one for the deputy leader and Lekha hoped the third would be for the rising star in the party, namely her husband. As her husband humped-away she absentmindedly caressed his back as she thought of how it would be if she were a minister’s wife. High officials in the government and the security officer would have to show deference to her.  That was more intoxicating for her than any sex can be. Her mind was not on the sex with her husband right now. She had had her fill already that afternoon. She hoped he would finish fast so that she could go to sleep. Finally, her husband’s body shuddered as he reached his orgasm, she too moaned for his benefit.
 
Her husband lay in bed snoring, both in drunken stupor and because of the exertion of copulation. Lekha surprisingly could not, even though she too had sex today, two times very enthusiastically with her lover and once perfunctorily with her husband. Normally she would have very sound and relaxing sleep after having sex with her lover but today the news her husband told her had made her too excited to sleep. Unbeknownst to her husband, she was as ambitious as he was if not more. If her husband became prominent and successful in public life, she needed to be way more discreet than she was now. She needed to curb, maybe even forego her illicit activities no matter how delightful and satisfying it was. Her husband would be subject to greater scrutiny and by extension she too. Not only the press but rival political parties would watch like a hawk for any bit of scandal to bring you down especially if you are in power. She would love to have her sexual itch scratched by her lover now and then but would that be too much of a risk in the future? Would she have to sacrifice the few precious moments of stolen bliss? She reflected on how she had first laid eyes on her lover, that too because of her own husband. Her husband and another party member were rivals for the leadership of the powerful youth wing of the party. As, one of the strong support-base of the party was from the youth demographic of the population, the youth wing of the party had strong influence in decision making of the party. The other party member vying for the youth leadership had come through the grassroots and had built strong support from among the cadre. However, he was from a humble background and did not really have any financial clout. Moreover, his educational background was also very moderate. Her husband’s strength was his educational qualifications and financial muscle, but his weakness was not having very great support at grassroots level. In all of this the grassroot support was the key to gaining control of the youth wing and hence her husband was at a distinct disadvantage.
 
This was were Vinod came in. Vinod … that was her lover’s name. One day when she came back home after shopping, she found her husband deep in conversation with Vinod. (She didn’t know his name then). She had wondered who the strapping, rough looking man who was talking to her husband. They both looked up when she walked in. Her husband seemed irritated by her presence here. He had tersely told her to go upstairs to her room. Vinod had looked at her with leering eyes. His eyes seemed to have the power to penetrate through her clothes and observe every swell and curve of her body. She felt a shiver pass through her, she couldn’t decipher if that was because of disgust or thrill. He made no effort to conceal the fact he was stripping her with his eyes even though her husband was there with him. As she closed her room door upstairs, she felt her heart racing. She felt like she had been in the presence of something wild and dangerous. He seemed to be somewhat good looking, in a sort of rugged way. There was a certain attraction about him, a thrill caused by what one would call animal magnetism. He fascinated her like something dangerous would fascinate us. Like being fascinated by a cobra with its hood open and looking at you. She wondered what business her husband had with such a man. He was the type of man one would need if one intended to engage in something nefarious, but why would her husband have need for that. After a while she could hear her front door open. He must be leaving her home she thought. She quickly walked to her window and peaked out from behind her curtain. There was a jeep with two men standing beside it waiting for him. Her husband walked with him up to the gate, where he again had a short conversation before her husband walked back in. Before the ruffian got into his jeep he looked up at her window as if he knew for certain she would be peering at him. Alarmed, she quickly let back the curtain. He would later tell her that he knew she had been looking at him from the ruffling of the curtains.
 
He would come and visit her husband at least once a week. Her husband seemed to meet him only at their home. Rakesh did not want to be seen with him anywhere outside. If she happened to be there he would boldly look at her whenever he came but she on her part would avert her eyes in embarrassment. He had that type of an effect on her. One time she decided that she won’t be intimidated in her own home and stared right back. He held her eyes with a touch of amusement and satisfaction on his face. It lasted all but two seconds but his eyes had seemed to bore through to her soul in that fleeting moment. Once again she was the one who backed down. No man had excited her before like the way he had. She had never even spoken to him directly, her husband would not allow that, but yet he seemed to have invaded her thoughts completely. The reason for her husband’s association with him became evident about two months later from the news that was splashed out in the media. The son of the man who was the rival to her husband for leadership of the youth wing of his party, was caught taking drugs. Not only that he had a large supply stashed in his home that came to light when his home was raided. The father was also taken into custody for questioning. Media was rife with speculation. Was the son just an addict or was he also distributor of drugs. What was the father’s role in that? How was it possible he was not aware of what was going on in his home? The party’s name was highlighted for all the wrong reasons. Opposition parties took the opportunity to denigrate the party in all ways including viral YouTube postings. The father had no option but to resign from all positions in the party paving the way for her husband to capture the position as chief of the youth wing. After that Vinod visited her husband once again. She saw a briefcase exchange hands. She somehow knew that her husband and Vinod were responsible for the events happening. Vinod would confirm this to her when they were in bed together. How he got the son into drug addiction, supplied a large stock of drugs to take home and set him up through his connections with crocked security officer personnel.
 
At that time when she saw the briefcase exchange hands, she instinctively knew that her husband’s business with him had concluded with that. Would that mean he would not be coming to her house anymore? She couldn’t but help feel disappointed. His visits had stirred new excitement in her life. Were things going to go back to being boring and routine? About a week after she received a call from an unknown number. As it was from someone that was not in her contacts she debated whether to answer or ignore it and finally decided on the latter. It rang for a while and then stopped but a few seconds later it rang again. It was the same number. Wondering who it could be and with a little bit of irritation she answered the phone.
 
“Hello? Who is this? she had asked.
 
“Hi Lekha, how are you?” It was a deep male voice.
 
Straightaway she knew who it was. She was in a panic as to what to do.  Not knowing how to respond she cut off the phone. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. The phone rang a couple more times. She dared not pick it up. Finally, there were no more calls. It a while for her anxiety to abate. As she became calmer, she cursed herself.
 
“You coward Lekha, why didn’t you talk? He couldn’t have done anything through the phone could he.”
 
She had slowly turned from trepidation to waiting longingly for his call. Finally, when a call came after an hour, she eagerly took up the phone. Looking at the number she was disappointed, it was not from him. It was from her husband. She answered the phone being careful not to show the disappointment she was feeling. After that call for the remainder of the day there wasn’t any call from anyone including him. Her pride prevented her from calling him on her own. That night she sought sex from her husband but he ignored her and was soon snoring away. The next day she kept looking at her phone hoping there would be a call or message from him but nothing of the sort happened. In between, her friend, her mother and her sister had called but still no call from him. Messages galore from friends and relatives but nothing from the man who she most wanted to contact her. She cursed herself for her weakness, he could bring her to this state of desperation just by ignoring her. Yearning turned to disappointment, then to irritation and finally to a bit of anger. She won’t talk to him now even if he called she decided. All this resolve simply dissipated when around 3pm his call came.
 
She composed herself a bit before answering,” hello.” Her voice was tremulous.
 
“Hello beautiful .. finally got the courage to talk?”
 
She smiled at this but of course he wouldn’t have been able to see she was smiling.
 
“How did you get my number?” she asked the obvious question.
 
“When a woman is attractive as you, one will always find a way to get her number,” he laughed. Even that deep laugh caused excitement in her.
 
So began their secretive and titillating conversations. It was about a month before they finally met in person and that very day he took her to a lonely spot in his car. They spoke for about ten minutes just normal talk but she couldn’t control her heart from racing away. Both of them were excited knowing why he had chosen this lonely spot and also eagerly awaiting what was to come. She much more than him because situations like this was new to her but not to him. The only excitement for him was successfully seducing a high society woman for the first time. The women he had had before were all middle-class women. His excitement was that, he was going to fuck a woman, above his station in life. He lay his hand on her saree clad thigh, slowly caressing her as he spoke. The hand slowly moved across her body. She stopped breathing anticipating his hand would grab her breast but he went right across and pulled up the seat lever. Her backrest went back a few inches till she was seated half reclining. His face was very close to hers, their warm breath intermingling. She looked into his eyes. He read the clear invitation in them. His lips pressed on hers as his hand finally grabbed her breast. That first day there had been a lot of heavy kissing, kneading and suckling on her breasts. She had gasped as he took out his formidable club. With all their petting it had already reached its full proportion.
 
“Good god, what is that .. it’s so huge.”
 
He was used to such reactions from women. He knew from experience that in itself was not the most important thing. He knew of men who were larger than him but were terrible lovers. They succeeded in causing pain rather than in giving pleasure to their partners. But then having a large prick was advantageous too. A large love tool used properly would be enjoyable for both the man and woman. Especially for the woman who would soon become devoted to it. They didn’t fuck that time but he fingered her to an orgasm and she gave him a tremendous blowjob. The next time they met they had fucked in the car but he felt uncomfortable doing it in the confined space. She refused to come with him to any house or hotel for fear of discovery. Things were frustrating for them without really being able to get a place for the illicit pleasure till finally, she got the cottage of her friend for use for their sexcapade.  He didn’t feel comfortable in having a set routine but against his better judgement he agreed to her wishes. Fucking this wealthy politician’s wife was thrilling to him and he had not yet grown tired of her. He however limited their sexual encounters to very infrequent intervals. In some ways this was good for Lekha too. It made her look forward to these infrequent afternoons of rapture. It was maybe because of this precise reason, limited opportunities to have sex, that when they met the sex itself was extremely fulfilling. She reflected on all this as she lay beside her husband. They only had met five times in her friend’s place for their salacious wallowing in pleasure apart from the four times of sex in the discomfort of his car. Would she have to give him up so soon? She knew that as an MLA of the ruling coalition her husband may come under scrutiny in public. However, this would not be to the extent where his every move would be watched. She could very well still manage to continue her illicit sexual dalliance maybe with a bit more caution, like limiting their encounters to out of state encounters. But if as she hoped, her husband’s party come to power and he is selected to become a minister then the intensity of scrutiny would be such that it would be foolish to take any chances. There was still a few more months before the elections. She must cajole Vinod to meet with her more frequently in this limited time available for them. Once campaigning begins even that wouldn’t be possible. She was not aware then that no matter how much she cajoled he wasn’t going to come back from the dead. Without being aware of what had happened to him she decided she’ll message him the first thing tomorrow morning before she fell asleep.

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Episode 3

Assistant Commissioner of security officer Dharana surveyed the area around him. His men were combing the area where the body was found. They were moving around in progressively bigger circles looking for anything that could have been accidently dropped, any foot marks etc. security officer work contained a lot of painstaking tedious work. Nothing glamorous about it. He had his nose covered because of the stench from the dead body. From the condition he estimated it was about two to three days old. A couple of men passing through this area had seen two stray dogs digging furiously at the ground. Out of curiosity when they approached the dogs the first thing that hit their nose was the stench. The stray semi wild dogs snarled at them, protecting their find and possibly their potential meal. They would have left the dogs be but then suddenly they spied a hand that was dug out from the covered sand. Shocked at their find one of the men chased the dogs away with the long staff in his hand. The dogs stood their ground refusing to move away till the man had to give the dog a hard hit before it ran away with a whelp. The dogs did not go far away but they stayed just out of reach, snarling and showing their teeth every now and then. The other man had wanted to getaway from the place. He didn’t want to have any trouble with the security officer. The normal fear and reluctance especially from the poor in getting involved with the security officer and courts. But the man with the staff was made of sterner material. He stood guard over the corpse till the security officer were called and arrived. ACP Dharana was thankful for the civic sense of that man. This was a place that had very little human traffic. Even from his superficial observation this seemed to be a clear case of murder. The face had been smashed beyond recognition but he could see the clear cut on the neck. He was waiting for the doctor to come and do his investigations. He would have more relevant details then. He was disturbed from his thoughts by someone hailing him from around sixty meters away.

 
“Sir, over here,” called out Inspector Vajendra.
 
He quickly walked over to where two of his men were standing. Hidden among the bushes was a motorbike. It was an expensive and high-powered bike. It most probably belonged to the man who was now a corpse lying not so far away. No great effort had been made to hide the vehicle. Either the man/men who murdered the victim did not have time to properly conceal the motorbike or they weren’t particularly bothered to do so. Dharana squatted to have a closer look.
 
“There is a possibility of getting some fingerprints sir, we’ll have to wait for the forensics team. They should be here anytime now,” said Inspector Vajendra.
 
“There seems to be no number plates, who ever murdered the man must have taken them, probably didn’t want the man to be traced through the motorbike registration.
 
Inspector Vajendra was someone who had got to this position after years of service. It was his personal opinion that his experience was worth more than any training that can be provided to these young IPS officers who immediately become their superiors solely because of their education. There was always a hint of condescension when he spoke to Dharana. Dharana was aware of this undercurrent of derision from his subordinate. He chose to ignore it. He was new, on his first full posting. He had to earn their respect for it to be meaningful. Nevertheless, he had to reiterate his position of authority. Tolerance can only be for so much.
 
“Why aren’t they here yet. They should have been here at the same time we had arrived,” he let his irritation show. “Follow me,” he ordered Inspector Vajendra as he strode purposefully towards the road.
 
“What do you expect to find there … sir,” there was a gap before he said the word sir as if it was just an after thought to address him with that honorific.
 
Dharana was aware the inspector was testing him and he smiled to himself. “Why do you think I’m going there,” he put the question back to Vajendra.
 
Now the inspector was in a fix. He wanted to test the ACP as to how much he knew what to look for but now if he did not answer this properly then his own qualification as an investigator would be called to question. This young man is not as raw as I thought he was, he said to himself. At the age of 27 the ACP was 10 years younger to him.
 
“Since the victim apparently came on that motorbike it was likely he was ambushed while he was going on the road.”
 
“That’s right and where on this stretch of road do you think that could have happened? ACP Dharana asked with a smile.
 
This young pup was needling him Vajendra thought with a bit of anger, but he knew well enough not to show it. Whatever said and done, he was answerable to him as his superior officer. He surveyed the stretch of road with an experienced eye.
 
“Why do you think the ambush must have happened here. He could have been killed elsewhere and his body dumped in this place, sir,” he tried once more to put the ball back in the ACP’s court.
 
Dharana was not having any of that. “What do you think is the reason that I think the ambush happened here?” He was not letting the inspector wriggle out of this.
 
How much should he say … hmm enough to show his competence but not everything that he was thinking decided Vajendra. That would be for later if warranted.
 
“It would make no sense to kill that man elsewhere and then dump him here. If whoever was involved in this, and I do think there would have been more than one man involved here, wanted to dump the body from where it would not be discovered there are other more suitable places than this.”
 
ACP Dharana was looking at him speculatively. “Is that the only reason? Go on.”
 
Inspector Vajendra sighed before he continued. “The way the motorbike was covered hastily meant the assailants, whoever they were, were in a hurry and needed to get away quickly. That doesn’t indicate a scenario where they would be lugging around a dead body with them.”
 
ACP Dharana smiled. “That’s right, and with that grave dug up it would mean that they, as you say, would have staked out this place and had prepared the grave earlier. Dharana casually looked around. We should check this, thirty meters section of road, don’t you think?” he asked the Inspector.
 
The inspector found his respect for the ACP grow in spite of himself. This guy is no fool, he thought to himself. That was the only section of the road where people could have waited hidden from sight. The rest of the stretch of road was quite exposed. This would be the logical stretch of road to look for clues. Meanwhile the forensics team just arrived. Inspector Vajendra barked out orders to get them going.
 
Both of them started checking out the road carefully. “Look at these small pieces of metal Vajendra, it could be from the motorbike and these look like tyre skid marks.”
 
“Yes sir, and this looks like dried blood, I’ll get the forensics to look at this.” This time the ‘sir’ came out more readily.
 
ACP Dharana looked up and down the road. “Vajendra, this is a lonely stretch of road here. There are not much of residences around. I would like every house, farm building checked out in both directions. Is it occupied, is it abandoned, the details of people staying there, the ownership of properties etc. Go as far as need be in both directions. Take the photograph of the motorbike. See if anyone had seen that around.”
 
“Yes sir, I’ll get a team ready for that. We’ll start as soon as possible.”
 
“And Vajendra, make sure we have competent people on the team.”
 
“Yes sir.”
 
There was a small group of curious onlookers at the scene along with some press people including photographers and videographers. Dharana was really irritated. These people were hindering their investigations. He didn’t want them trampling all over the place, god knows what possible evidence they may be inadvertently destroying. The media was a whole different level of irritation. They sought instant answers as each network sought to outdo each other. He knew that probably some people from his department are the likely tipsters for the press. They were usually rewarded for giving these types of information and he knew very well there is nothing he can do about it. On the other hand, there were times the media had its use. So, it cut both ways.
 
They spent another two hours thoroughly combing through the area. Finally, ACP Dharana ordered that the medical examiner’s report be sent to him as soon as possible. A lot of thoughts were running through his mind. Seeing the tattoos on the body of the corpse he concluded that the victim was probably involved in some sort of criminal activities. But then again tattoos seem to be the in thing with some perfectly normal young people nowadays. This was the very first big case of his career on his first proper posting. He needed to show his mettle in this case.
 
ACP Dharana had just finished reading the medical examiner’s report. The victim had been garrotted, probably with a steel wire. The way the victim’s motorbike had skidded, the victim had been garrotted and thrown off his bike as he was riding past. That would mean that the wire was pulled taut just about as he was driving past. For the victim to be thrown off like that (the victim was a strapping young man) at least two men on each side would have been holding the wire. Even then the wire would have cut the fingers of the men pulling it from either side because of the force of impact .. unless, unless the end of the wire was wound round a rod or metal pipe. Secondly it indicated they were waiting to ambush him. This would mean they, the killers, were aware of his, the victim’s routine. Also, probably the ambush would have been planned for sometime and then executed. The victim had not died because he had been garrotted, though without quick treatment he could have bled to death from it. Looks like he died because he was brutally beaten. If he had been already dead who would take the trouble to beat up a corpse. The report said that cause of death was blunt trauma caused to the brain. The report also said that there were traces of dried sperm in his underwear and the forehead of his penis. It indicated that the victim probably had sexual intercourse recently probably just before his murder. If that was so then who is the woman he had been with wondered ACP Dharana. He would love to find out more about the victim and that can easily happen if he could find out who his paramour was at that time. She (maybe can even be a he) would most certainly provide valuable information. It would also help establish the identity of the victim and the approximate time the crime took place by knowing the approximate time the victim had departed from his lover. For all you know this affair between the victim and his lover could be an illicit one. In that case the lover would not want to be discovered and would also not be forth coming with information. If it was indeed a secretive lovers’ rendezvous that would eliminate the houses along that way that were occupied by families. His men would have to check on any houses that are generally empty but furnished and is therefore likely be a suitable place for rendezvous between secret lovers. They would need to check to see who owns such houses or properties and do it discretely. There was a knock on his door as he was pondering on the matter.
 
“Come in,” ACP Dharana called out.
 
In came Inspector Vajendra. Dharana could see that he was excited and brimming with some news. So excited that he forgot to salute him, but he let it pass.
 
“Sir, we have established who the victim is,” he said excitedly.
 
A victim is just a victim, why this sudden cause for excitement wondered Dharana. What was so special about the victim he mused. Without saying anything Dharana just raised an eyebrow enquiringly.
 
“We’ve matched the tattoos on his body, the fingerprints .. no doubt about it. The murder victim was Vinod.” Vajendra said that as if it would mean something to him.
 
Seeing the blank expression on his superior officer’s face, Vajendra continued,” Vinod, the chief henchman of Balveer.
 
Now it struck Dharana. He had been briefed on the three crime lords who controlled the crime in the city. Vinod, the righthand man for Balveer, the seemingly most powerful of the crime gangs. Vinod, infamous for his brutality and shrewdness. Had been detained many times by the department but they had never been able to pin anything on him. If not for the damn human rights commission and political clout they themselves would have killed him in an encounter. If he had been ambushed and killed in this manner the suspicion would straightaway fall on the rival crime factions. Good god could this lead to retaliation and a gang war? He couldn’t care less if the bastards shot and killed each other. It would be good riddance as far as the decent members of society are concerned but the worry was for innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire of any gang warfare. And if a spate of violence were to break out now, especially with elections coming soon, there would be a big hue and cry from the opposition politicians about the break down in law and order. This in turn would cause the ruling party to put immense pressure on the security officer force for a quick resolution. The bloody irony would be that the very politicians putting pressure on them would also be one putting pressure on protecting criminals who they had been using for their own ends. Either way it’s not going to be pleasant times. This is not a simple murder case. There are going to be grave repercussions and he had to brace for it. This case must be highlighted to his boss, DCP Paul Ebenezer. He had to prepare a complete and thorough report before meeting him. The DCP would expect that from him. Some four hours after preparing a detailed report he sent it to his boss and waited for his call. DCP Paul liked to go through fully the reports of any case brought to his attention before he has a meeting with the concerned officers. He wanted to know every aspect of the case so as to see how appropriate are the actions being taken by those under his command. Some forty-five minutes later, Dharana and Vajendra were summoned to his office.      
 
As they walked into his room and saluted him, they could see the concern in his face. DCP Paul was a firm looking man just past his mid-thirties. He had a reputation for being strict but very fair in his dealings with his men. He also had a reputation as a clean security officer officer who could not be corrupted nor would he succumb to pressure to look the other way in cases involving influential people. One of the reasons he could not be bought was because he came from a wealthy family. He did not have need of money. He chose this profession out of love for it and desire to serve people and be on the side of the powerless. Hence, he was hugely respected by his men. He was also a devoted husband and father. He doted on his wife, Philomina and his two daughters. He waved at Dharana and Vajendra to sit.
 
“I’ve read the report, now tell me is there anything else that has come up in the meanwhile or anything else I need to know?”
 
Dharana gave him a verbal report on his suspicions and conclusions as well as the actions that are currently being taken.
 
“Has there been any queries by the press? Has the identity of the victim become public yet?”
 
“The press was there at the scene of the crime itself. You know sir how people from within the department give these types of tip (that a crime had been committed) for monetary rewards from them. We can’t change that but the identity (of the victim) is not public knowledge yet.”
 
“What about our informant in Balveer gang? Has he informed on the situation going on there? Are they aware of the death of Vinod?”
 
They had managed to coerce and get one of the members of Balveer’s gang to be their informant. With, the information and the evidence they had on that man they could have been sent him to prison for at least eight to ten years, but he was more valuable to them as an informant than him being put in prison. The drawback was that he was a fairly low-level member and his information so far has been primarily about their movements. But still it was valuable to have someone on the inside.
 
“Apparently they seem be to be unaware. It seems they have been making frantic efforts to contact him.”
 
DCP Paul sighed. So, they were not aware of the situation yet he thought. “Should we release the information on this?” Dharana asked the very question that the DCP was pondering and was troubling him.
 
This cannot be kept under wraps for long anyway. If it was not revealed early there would be more questions raised on why was this so when the information comes out as eventually it will have to.
 
“Yes, go ahead and release it, there is no point holding that back. Remember, I want all the three gangs in the city under heavy surveillance. I want any outbreak of violence to be dealt with severely.”
 
Both Dharana and Vajendra knew which three gangs the DCP meant.  They were the only ones who were well organised with influences in political circles and to their shame even in the security officer circles. Their strength to engage in strong arming tactics where the politicians did not want their involvement known to the public was useful for them (politicians) and their ill-gotten gains were used to buy influence in the security officer force wherever possible. Their meeting continued on for about three hours. Finally, the DCP went off to appraise the city commissioner of the situation.
 
(In a posh apartment somewhere in the city). Sandhya looked at the face of her current boyfriend Rajesh and smiled. She loved seeing that expression on his face. She pulled the foreskin of his cock and rubbed the red bud with her thumb.
 
“Ahh that feels good baby, suck it …. Please,” he begged her.
 
She took a deep pull on the joint she had in the other hand and gave it to Rajesh. He too took a deep pull on it and let the smoke out with a satisfying sigh. He was on a high from both the sex and the drug.
 
“You want me to pull some more on the joint,” she asked him. As she spoke to him her fingers were busy fondling his erection. His veins were bulging as her fingers expertly pleasured him.
 
“Sure baby,” he said as he offered the joint back to her.
 
“Not that joint but this one in my hand,” she laughed throatily as she pulled on his cock.
 
He looked at his girlfriend’s fingers rhythmically pulling his skin up and down. She was really quite good at giving a handjob. That’s an experience she must have gained over time and not just though handling his cock alone he thought with a tinge of jealousy.
 
 “Oh yes, but I want it in your mouth more,” he groaned throatily.
 
“Well, if you want me to do that then you’ve got to eat me first,” said Sandya as she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.
 
Rajesh looked at the small mound of her clean-shaven pussy. The lips were wet and glistening. They were slightly agape and he could see the pink flesh inside. He really did not want to do this but he knew if he was to get a blowjob he had to lick her first.
 
“Come on you rascal, let me see how you perform. If you’re good then I’ll drain the life out of you with my mouth,” she promised him.
 
Everything she did was conditional to him giving the same level of pleasure to her. He needed to be able to please her or he could soon become an ex-boyfriend. She was the one in control of the relationship not him. She curled her fingers summoning him to get his head between her thighs. Sandhya was the twenty-two years old daughter of one of the biggest businessmen in the state. She was spoilt, headstrong and had all the arrogance an heir to immense wealth would have. She was just eighteen when she lost her virginity to her first boyfriend. The current one was her fourth. Though she was aware that the business and the major portion of her father’s wealth would go to her elder brother as the sole male heir, her portion from her father and her portion of inheritance from her grandfather was in itself very substantial. She knew that none of her past boyfriends or the current one was going to end up as her husband. Her father had other plans for that. She would be married off to someone from another family of equal status to her own and where the alliance would be mutually beneficial, business wise to both families.
 
She was headstrong but not foolish. She had come to accept this would be her lot in life. For someone who was supposedly rebellious she accepted this because she was aware that only that type of alliance would enable her to continue her extravagant lifestyle. She had become too used to this to give that up even to a little extent. She did not have any romantic notions of love. That was driven out of her when she saw the life her parents had. Her father’s wholehearted involvement in his business and his frequent travel. Her mother with her own circle of friends, her parties and social clubs. They seemed to stay out of each-others way as much as possible. A true marriage of convenience and something that seems to be destined for her too. How did they ever get together enough to produce her and her brother she would often wonder? That was probably in the initial stages of marriage when they still felt attraction for each other. Her mother was still quite a number, even now when she was between mid to late forties. How much more gorgeous she would have been when she was young. She was in a way a little jealous of her mother’s good looks. That good looks seemed to have been passed on to her elder brother who was handsome and charming. Though she too looked pretty, she took more after her father. She also suspected that both her parents were getting it on the side. Was this by mutual understanding or being done surreptitiously by one or both of them she did not know or for that matter, care. She was determined to live her life the way she wanted and to have her own fun. She was considered the wild one in the family, beyond control. Her brother was the studious, responsible person between the two of them. Her brother always had the sense that he was the one who had to carry the burden of the family business empire. For her part she was there to enjoy and indulge herself in everything the immense wealth gave her without any of the responsibility.
 
She held her boyfriend’s head and pressed it on her pelvis. “Lick, me Rajesh, eat me … yesss … just like that,” she encouraged her latest boyfriend whose lips was burrowing into her wet snatch. She wanted his probing tongue to tease the wet walls of her cunt.
 
Her boyfriends so far, all four of them, were from wealthy families too but none of them were anywhere near as wealthy as hers. As long as they were good bed partners that was enough for her, though she did not limit herself to them only. She sometimes had a one off with someone who took her fancy just for the variety. She held his head with both her hands as she rubbed her cunt on his face. She knew Rakesh didn’t like her doing that but she wasn’t bothered about it. Her juice was being rubbed onto his face. He tried to pull his head up but she locked his head in place by her thighs and held his lips right on her pussy lips. As far as she was concerned it was a privilege for him to serve her needs.
 
“Now suck there my little slave .. eat my cunt.” Her arrogance and dominance were in full display in her words.
 
Rakesh knew she won’t let go until he brings her off. So, he started sucking on her pussy lips earnestly, inserting his tongue in now and then. The slurping sound was quite loud now as he sucked on her pussy.
 
“Ohh… Ohh… Ohh…,” she moaned rhythmically. Her buttock muscles tightened and relaxed alternatively as she rode the small waves of joy building in her lithe body.
 
She relaxed the grip of her thighs on his head. “Put your fingers in baby .. finger fuck me.” She knew exactly what she wanted and was not shy to demand it.
 
He obeyed her command. He sucked and finger fucked her cunt at the same time. She was leaking quite a bit. It was not an unpleasant taste for him truth be told. The odour her pussy emanated being in sexual heat was in fact was intoxicating to him but still he felt demeaned that she treated him as her sexual slave. She moved her body around with his face still buried in her pussy so that they were both now lying on their sides in a sixty-nine position but not with one above the other. With only their torsos lying on the bed but their upper body twisted with their heads in each-others private area.  Rakesh’s fully erect manhood was now right before her eyes. It was of an adequate size to fully give her all the satisfaction she needed. Only thing was, he would not last very long when he gets overly excited. She needed him to get her to the edge first only then when he inserted his cock in and fucked her, she would be able to reach her orgasm first before he came.  She lovingly stroked his cock slowly so as to keep the pleasure he was feeling on at an even keel and not race fast towards a climax. Rakesh stopped what he was doing as he enjoyed the pleasure from her dainty fingers.
 
“Don’t stop you idiot, suck .. you want me to do this don’t you,” Sandhya said as she took his cock head in her mouth and sucked on it a couple of times. The command in her voice was evident to him.
 
Her wet lips rubbed and pulled his foreskin down as her tongue took a swipe on his sensitive bud. His stomach crunched slightly as his body tightened with pleasure slowly running through his body. She was a born cocksucker Rajesh thought to himself. I need to really get her to become crazy about me. Becoming the son-in-law of Jayakar (Sandya’s father) would be greatly advantageous for the advancement of his own family’s business interest. He had no illusions about her. He knew he was not her first man (as she was not his first woman) but he was determined that he would be the only man for her henceforth. He sucked on her swollen clitoris as his fingers gently but rapidly teased the sensitive wet walls of her cunt. The slight movements of her hips in fucking his fingers back showed him that he was doing the right thing. Sandya’s head movement increased in speed as she took more than half of his hot flesh in her mouth each time she sucked. His foreskin had come completely down over the bud and was stuck there. Now he felt more pleasure as her mouth and tongue teased that exposed reddish bud. He felt her squeeze his balls gently in the palm of her hand. Sandya’s thumb and forefinger squeezed below the head of his penis as she sucked so that he would not get too aroused as she slurped on his cock. They enjoyed these pleasures of the side show for a few minutes before the start of the main event. Sandya pushed Rakesh onto his back and got over his hips with her knee on one side of the body and her other leg across his body on the other side. She held his cock in her hand and moved her pussy right over to its head. She rubbed it over her private lips pleasuring herself.
 
“How does it feel Rakesh dear, you want to get in me, huh,” she smiled mischievously.
 
His rod ached to get into the warm embrace of her pleasure pit. The soothing clutch of her flesh was so near yet he knew that she would only insert it in when she is ready for it. Nevertheless, he begged her,” get on me baby I want to fuck you.”
 
“You have been a good boy and ate my cream well, but you have to wait some more.”
 
She continued to rub the smooth soft bud on her crevice. As she did so there was a slight sloshing wet sound as their pre-coitus fluids mingled. She got off him and looked around. Rakesh looked at her disappointed she did not take his cock in.
 
“What is it baby?” he asked.
 
“Where’s the condom?” she asked.
 
He reached below the pillow and took out a packet and tore the wrapping.
 
“Why did you put it there?” she asked him.
 
He was half hoping that she would become careless and allow him to knock her up. Then she may be forced to marry him because she was carrying his child but no matter what state her arousal was she was always careful. He didn’t say anything but just handed the condom to her.
 
“You put it on, quickly, I want your cock inside me,” she said as she teased her clitoris with her own fingers continuing to keep her arousal from diminishing.
 
The head of his cock was wet, with both of their fluids. He quickly put the condom over his raging erection and rolled it down its length.. She got on top of him once more and she looked into his eyes, smiled as she lowered her body. His manhood was slowly swallowed by her moist quim till, when she sat on him, it was completely buried in her. They laced their fingers together as she slowly moved her hip up and down. His hard condom covered flesh disappeared and then reappeared as it emerged from her clasping sweet flesh. Soon the condom covering his rod was wholly coated by her sticky fluid. Using the condom was in a way advantageous for both of them. It would help him to hold on for a little bit longer and it would help her too, as it would enable her to reach her own peak before he did. She moved up till only the head was lodged in her before sitting back down slowly. He knew that this movement which has started so slowly would gather speed after a while. Sandhya was experienced enough to know he would last longer with her doing it with she being on top. Once she has had her orgasm she would let him get on top and hump her.
 
Sandhya had her eyes half closed as she enjoyed the pleasure his stiff pole gave her. Rakesh felt his own lust increase as her face started to contort in agony like pleasure. Her pert tits quivered each time her pelvis thrusted down on his body. Her half inch nipples were fully swollen and jutting out from the brown areola. After around five minutes of this slow humping her movements began to speed up. Sandhya started moving up and down much more rapidly. There was a thudding sound every time their bodies slammed against each other. He pushed his hip up to meet her every thrust. He grabbed and squeezed her swaying breasts and tweaked her nipples as they fucked.
 
“anng… anng… anng… hold on Rakesh, I’m getting near… hhmm… hhmm…”
 
“Come on baby, come for me.. humpp…” Rakesh gasped.
 
“Oh, yes… fuck… ahh.. “
 
Rakesh pumped his hips up to meet her downward thrust.  “Faster.. ohh.. fuck faster,” she exhorted him.
 
Her movement became faster and haphazard. Her moans more constant now. Rakesh was happy that she was going to reach her climax anytime now because he was having difficulty holding off himself. He had his eyes closed tight trying to think of something .. anything … that would help him from gushing out. Finally, he heard what he had been praying for.
 
“Ohhh… Rakesh.. Yesss…. AArrgh….”
 
Rakesh opened his eyes now. Sandhya’s lips were quivering, she was gasping, her iris was half hidden under her half-closed eyelids. The look on her contorted face as she was in the throes of an orgasm was enough to push him over the edge too. He spurted out streams of thick gooey into the condom as streaks of pleasure ran through his body.  Sandhya seemed to be enjoying her orgasm even more. She shuddered for a longer time than the twitching of his cock. Finally, her body lay down on top of his, her chest pressed down on his chest his rapidly shrinking cock still in her pussy. She looked at his face and smiled. He was happy to see the satisfied look in her face. Yes, he had succeeded once more in pleasing her. Her long languid kiss reaffirmed that. Half an hour later she was all dressed up to leave his apartment. Her make-up was immaculate once more showing no signs of the girl who had been trashing around in the bed with him not so long ago.
 
“Bye baby, see you soon,” she said to Rakesh who still lay on his bed with a bedsheet covering his nakedness.
 
“When will I see you again sweetheart,” Rakesh asked her.
 
“Soon,” was all she would say.
 
“Love you,” he said out loud at her departing figure.
 
She just turned and gave him a sweet smile before she whisked off.
 
Rakesh waited till he heard his apartment front door close and click shut before he reached for his mobile phone and made a call.
 
“She just left,” he said to the person on the other end of the line,” I think she is slowly really falling for me,” he continued.
 
“Good, don’t fail in this. Alliance with her family would take our business to places we can never dream off,” said Rakesh’s father.
 
Rakesh had been a disappointment to his father. Be it in studies, display of intelligence or even business acumen, he was a failure but if he could get Sandhya to accept him as her husband then there was at least something he was useful at. Let him not fail in this too he thought of his son. He was wistfully dreaming of all the business opportunities that would arise if his business was aligned with that of Javakars.
 
Sandhya got into her car and was driving home in a good mood. Sex had been good today. To be fair that was the case most of the time with Rakesh. Rakesh was a useful boyfriend to have around. Good fun, but she could not think of him as her future husband. Though he was from a wealthy family they were not in her own family’s stratospheric level in that aspect. Her father would fix an appropriate alliance for her but in the meanwhile she was determined to have as much fun as possible and Rakesh was currently fulfilling that role. If someone better came along she would have no hesitation in breaking off her relationship with Rakesh. Anyway for the inheritance she was going to bring to her groom’s family, her future husband was not going to be worried about her chastity before the marriage of that she was sure.

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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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Excellent update bro

Amazing narration friend.

Wow...wonderful update...

The story is very hot.....

Wonderful bro, mother and daughter are bitches.

You are again creating a missive rocking story  ro....

Congrats dear for new story

I was eager since a long

Thank you for your comments. There will be large parts of this thread where there would not be sex scenes involved as I am trying to make this a story. I am unsure to what extent of acceptance it would have with the readers but I am going to go ahead in that manner. Continue with your support. It's much appreciated.

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Episode 5

The second time around had been more leisurely. They delighted in exploring each other, learning the pleasure points of their partner. Why, had she resisted so long she wondered. Prakash showed her pleasures she didn’t know existed. This time around Mounika took his love pole and lovingly stoked it. She was delighted that the spent rod would recover and grow again so quickly in her fingers. It had been only about ten to fifteen minutes since their first bout of love yet he is already ready for another round. That was the recuperative powers of youth she thought with a smile but can she cope with the stamina of her youthful lover.

 
“Mmm… it’s so big and strong,” she murmured in appreciation.
 
He looked at his thick penis throbbing in her long and slender fingers. Oh, how long he had longed for her beautiful hand to be playing with his manhood. Now that it had finally happened he could not still quite believe that he had succeeded in seducing this posh and elegant mature wife. He had hoped that one day she would share her bed with him but it had been more in hope than expectation. The moment he set his eyes on her, that is when his mother introduced her to him there had been an instant chemical reaction within him. This glamourous older woman had something about her that instantly attracted him. There was more than a hint of suppressed sexuality. Even in the curve of her lips when she smiled in greeting there seemed to be promises of delight, that awaited that someone luckily enough to gain its favour.
 
As he casually massaged her breast he said,” even the touch of your fingers feels so wonderful darling.”
 
She turned and kissed him on his lips. They looked at each other smilingly conspiratorially as only lovers who had just discovered the joys their clandestine union had revealed to them.
 
“You rascal you had achieved what you wanted haven’t you,” her playful smile revealed there was no anger that the words spoken would suggest.
 
“But do you regret what you did,” he asked back.
 
“That’s the issue you little devil, I feel guilty that I’m not feeling guilty, if that makes sense.”
 
He may be far younger to her but he understood her current emotional state far better than she did. The lack of guilt was because she revelled in finally breaking free from the self-imposed shackles on her sexuality. He felt blessed to have been the one to help her achieve. He then got to partake in this outpouring of passion. The recipient of her euphoria in finally giving free rein to her repressed sexual urges.
 
“Tell me honestly Mounika, how was this experience? How did you feel?” he asked softly while running his fingers through her hair.
 
She looked into his earnest eyes as she came to terms with her own feelings. “It was wonderful .. more than wonderful,” she admitted,” I felt intense joy, I felt I had found the reason to celebrate being a woman.”
 
“Then why should you feel any guilt. You have enjoyed what you have been denied … what you deserve. There is no shame in it.”
 
She looked at him in wonder. How could he be so mature for one so young. His wife to be is going to be a lucky woman, she thought, with a bit of envy. He understood and respected a woman’s desires and feelings. But then she cannot escape from her responsibility just like that, she was married to someone else and had broken her vows to her husband.
 
“I understand what you are saying but I have wronged my husband. I have hurt him. Prakash, this is the first time I have strayed from my marital vows, I have never cheated on him before.”
 
Prakash was thrilled to hear that. It surprised him that she had been a chaste wife till now. He knew the life style of her husband which was very much like his fathers. A big part of it was neglect of their spouses in search of more and more wealth. He did not suspect the fidelity of his own mother. She was forty-nine but looked to be well into her fifties, unlikely to be a target for any lothario but that was not so with Mounika. She could easily pass off to being in her early thirties and was a strikingly, good looking woman. For a neglected wife who looked so alluring surely many men would have wanted to bed her. With her husband’s busyness and frequent trips there wouldn’t have been lack of opportunities for her, or a would-be seducer but yet she had remained faithful. Her virtue had been that precious to her but yet she had given him that which she had treasured all these years. He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. He kissed her with passion and she returned his kisses.
 
“Thank you .. thank you, I’m so lucky that you gave yourself to me. You are a beautiful woman both inside and outside. Don’t ever feel bad at what you have done. There is no sin in rightfully enjoying life. It is what a wonderful woman like you deserves.
 
She stroked his face lovingly for his sweet words. “It’s just that I am going to feel bad on seeing my husbands face.”
“You have taken care of his home, his children and have not neglected him in any way. What we do now is for ourselves. We have to be careful, that’s all. What he doesn’t know is not going to hurt him.”
 
She realised that her fingers were holding on to a raging hardon. She didn’t realise it but his cock had reached that magnificence when he heard her say that this was the first time she had been unfaithful to her husband. He had seduced and fucked a virtuous woman, a chaste housewife. They kissed once more their kiss gaining in passion the longer it went on. Their lust for each other had been rekindled. As Prakash lay on his back, this time it was Mounika who kissed him on his eyes, ears, neck till she came down to his broad chest. She gave a gentle kiss to his nipple and teased it with the tip of her tongue. It puckered up for her. She smiled at seeing that. She took it in her mouth and started alternately nibbling it gently and sucking on it. She could feel his cock jerk in her hand as she did that. Making love to a man with such a manly and sensuous body was a new experience for her. Her husband even when in the first years of marriage was like never like that. For Prakash the sensation caused by her soft hand was transporting him a heightened pleasurable experience.
 
“Mmm .. Mounika … yesss.” She liked it that he was losing control and when that happened he kept blabbering her name.  Now the roles were reversed from the first time they copulated.  He had made her swoon in delight then but now she was doing the same to him.
 
She smiled wickedly at him. “You like that don’t you?? I’m going to make you squirm.”
 
Though she said it as if it was a threat, that was a promise he gladly welcomed.
 
“Stroke my cock baby … ahh stroke it.”
 
She kissed his chest all over, light kisses that made his muscles every time her lips touched his skin. After that when her tongue started drawing tingling lines across his flesh his breathing came out as audible gasps. She let her tongue play on his stomach causing him to tighten his stomach muscles. Every time he did that the delineation of his abdominal abs became visible. She tried to bite slightly but her teeth made no impression on his hard muscles. She looked up at his penis, the first time she was looking at it this close. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft looked so small compared to the girth of his phallus. His exposed bud looked an angry red, almost purplish. It was also wet and shinny with all that he had oozed. She looked at that beautiful specimen of masculinity and felt a craving within her to taste it. Sucking a cock was not new to her. She had done that many times for her husband but that was always to please her husband, to give pleasure to him rather than any desire she had to do that. But now looking at her young lover’s erect stalk she felt a compulsive urge to take it in her mouth. For the first time she wanted to suck a cock because of her own yearning than for that of the man.
 
When Mounika’s head hovered over his stiff cock Prakash held his breath in anticipation. He had long imagined how sweet it would be to taste her pouting red lips, he had found that out today. More than that however what had made him suffer many nights in pleasurable agony was imagining her succulent lips wrapped around over his throbbing cock. Now that which had made him suffer just imagining how wonderful it would be was finally going to become a reality. Mounika looked at his face. She saw his eager anticipation. In his expression she could see how much he wanted this.
 
“Baby you want me to kiss it,” she teased him, testing his patience further.
 
“Yes, darling  .. yes,” his voice came out hoarsely.
 
Her head lowered, going down slowly till her lips were almost touching the tip of his cock. Prakash’s mouth opened involuntarily as if willing Mounika’s mouth to do the same but instead she just blew a stream of cool air over the bud of his rod. Being unable to control his lust he thrust up his hips but she moved her head upwards quickly to avoid it but his cock managed to slightly touch her lips leaving a tiny sticky spot on it. She held his cock tightly and pushed his hips back down on the bed. Her tongue swiped off the sticky spot on her lips as she tasted his pre-cum for the first time.
 
“Mounika, don’t be so cruel to me,” he implored her.
 
She smiled mischievously at her young lover. She could understand the impatience of youth. Their first frenzied coupling was a result of the slow escalation of emotions reaching a state where it had needed to have instant appeasement. But now as a mature and sexually experienced person she was aware that greater delight awaited them in patiently enjoying the variations in sexual play.
 
“You need to suffer for making me suffer,” Mounika looked at him with mock indignation.
 
“Why what did I do?” Prakash replied pretending to be apprehensive.
 
This was all a play between lovers was evident as Mounika had continued to lovingly stroke his cock.
 
“You rascal, you stirred up so much of emotions in me. Disturbed my sleep with all the sinful thoughts that you made me think.”
 
“What sinful thoughts?” Prakash asked with a smile.
 
“Making a faithful woman like me wanting to do this,” Mounika said as she bent her head down and kissed his cock.
 
“What other bad thoughts came to this loyal housewife,” Prakash played along with her.
 
“Wanting to do wicked things like this,” she said as she licked his cream from his cock. Prakash groaned softly in pleasure.
 
“What else .. what else?” Prakash’s voice was nothing more than a croak now.
 
“And shamelessly do this,” Mounika said as her lips wrapped around his large girth.
 
“Oohh… yess…,” Her lover’s dream was finally being fulfilled.
 
Mounika started sucking on his cock slowly at first savouring the feel of his hot flesh in her warm and wet mouth. There was enough of his length left to stroke as she took a little more than bulbous head into her mouth. Prakash was mesmerised as this charming socialite was pleasuring him with her sweet mouth just like any common woman would. But the pleasure was much greater when the dignified wife of such a powerful man was doing everything to please him with her mouth. That she was good at it too was demonstrated by her varying techniques. She would pull his foreskin completely back and only slurp on the exposed sensitive bud. She would then take more of him in her mouth and move her head up and down rapidly for a while. She would grip his cock by her lips without moving her head but let her tongue tease the part of his shaft trapped in her mouth. Her fingers would rub on his body as she did this, sometimes tracing her nails over his flesh, something teasing and pinching his nipple with her fingers, all the while enhancing the pleasure she was giving him.
 
She was amazed that he showed no signs of losing control and wanting to stop her. That he was enjoying what she did was clear by his moaning and the throbbing of his cock but he really could hold on for a long time. She sucked hard and fast in wanting him to surrender to her but to no avail. She couldn’t figure out if he was able to do this because he had only recently had an orgasm or because he had a naturally higher tolerance level. She sucked him for more than fifteen minutes but he showed no signs of spurting his seed into her mouth. Finally, she had to admit defeat as her own jaws ached. When she took out his cock coated with her saliva it seemed to have expanded even more immensely in girth. Oh my god how is this thick monster going to stretch out my tiny hole she thought. For a woman who had given birth two children that is not going to be difficult besides she was already soaking wet in anticipation of this. What my mouth couldn’t do my cunt is going to do she said to herself determinedly. It is going to milk every bit of his seed, till the last drop.
She mounted his prone body her hole swallowing his thick pole with only the slightest bit of difficulty. They made love one more time. This time leisurely, enjoying every caress, delighting in every kiss, gasping in pleasure at every friction of their love tools. This time she fucked him enjoying the thrill of riding the muscular body of her boy toy. He made her come in a shattering orgasm …. then again once more when his hot seed spurted into her.
 
Now once again, after she had closed her bedroom door she was eager to coo with her young lover once again.
 
“Did you really enjoy yourself sweety,” Mounika asked, anxious that she was not a disappointment to him.
 
“It was even more delicious than I imagined it would be,” Prakash reassured her. There was a sincerity in his voice that she did not miss. She was very pleased to hear him say that.
 
“How was it for you my sweet Mounika, were you satisfied,” he asked in return.
 
“Oh Yes my darling boy, I didn’t know such rapture existed till yesterday. You were superb darling.”
 
“You evoke those feelings in me baby, I wanted to please you, fulfil all your desires. No other woman would have induced such craving in me.” His words were sweet music to her ears.
 
“You know Prakash, I should be feeling so guilty now. I shouldn’t be able to face my husband or children but my happiness is greater than all that now. You have made me feel like a desirable woman again.”
 
“Mounika, all I have been thinking of since yesterday is about you. After tasting your delightsome body, I have been aching for more. I want you again my sweet love.”
 
“I’ve been wanting to be in your arms too honey, I can’t get you out of my mind,” Mounika said huskily. She didn’t mind that he knew that he had completely conquered her. She, the close friend of his mother, the wife of his father’s business associate and a woman who was about twenty years older than him.
 
She saw his hand reach down below his waist. “Hey, you naughty boy .. what are you doing?”
 
Prakash turned the phone to his waist. Once again she saw the manhood that had mesmerised her yesterday at full attention. “It has been like this every moment I think of you,” she could hear his voice say.
 
It was a splendid specimen, one such as she had not seen live in her life before that. When she saw it for the first time yesterday she was taken aback that this young man was so impressively equipped. When the thick girth slid into her burning womanhood she had never felt so full as a woman in her life. It was as if she was a young woman again. The images of their frantic mating came flashing back in her mind. Her feminine flesh clasped his marauding thickness the way her arms had clasped him to her body. As his hard rod rubbed tightly against wet feminine flesh she could not help but whimper and moan in uncontrolled ecstatic pleasure. He had grasped the rotund flesh of her breast as he pumped in her with vigour. The woman he had dreamed of bedding was lying beneath his body, ardently meeting his thrusts with her own.
 
“Fuck me .. Oh, baby fuck me… hhng .. hhng .. hhng,” those words of lust coming her had intensified his own ardour.
 
Her fingers had restlessly run over his muscular back. She remembered now that even the sturdy bed creaked unable to withstand the frenzy of their passionate coupling. She recalled being pushed into progressively higher waves of pleasure. She had gasped for breath, she had bitten him on his shoulder, something she had never done to her husband. Her fingernails had made no dent on his broad muscular back as she sought release from her lust. If it had been her husband her nails would have wounded his soft flesh. Oh god how with a shrill cry she had clung on to his body as spasms after spasms of intense bliss wracked through her body. Even in that rapturous state she could feel his life fluid surging into her love channel. Lovemaking the second time around had been more sedate. Second time around was sweeter in a different way. She rode him till she came and let him fill her from behind as he pumped to his finish and brought her to her peak too a second time with his own spurting.  
 
“I took care of it yesterday didn’t I. Why is it still like this?” she said coming out from her thoughts.
 
“It still needs you my love. It needs the warm embrace of your treasure.” Mounika smiled on hearing this.
 
“We can’t keep meeting often Prakash dear, people will start suspecting. Wait for a few days and you can have me a whole day.”
 
“Hmm I’m going to suffer for the next few days then,” he said in mock sadness.
 
She laughed at this. “You sweet rascal, you had unprotected sex with me. Luckily it was safe time. I haven’t reached menopause yet. I can’t be carrying your child.”
 
“Why not,” he said.
 
“Don’t be foolish dear, you will get a woman your age to have children with in time. What we can share is wonderful sex. You need me and I need you. Let’s just enjoy these moments in our life”
 
“I didn’t pursue just so I can fuck you Mounika. I truly care for you.”
 
“I know darling, that’s why I gave myself to you. I care for you too but this is a relationship without a future. Let’s cherish it while it lasts.” Mounika spoke as a mature rational woman.
 
“But why wait so many days,” he asked stubbornly.
 
“Because my little boy won’t use condom. My sweet lover has forced me to buy birth control pills at this age. I just started taking it today. Wait darling for seven days and I will give you a feast of sex,” she promised him in husky tone.
 
She was aware that sex with her young lover was not going to be very infrequent as with her husband. With her husband, he would use condom or if it was a safe time there would dispense of it. Prakash was a hot-blooded young man with a high sexual appetite and he was going to be more demanding of sex. He would want her pussy as often as opportunity arises. Most probably he would create opportunities wherever possible so as to have her. How was she going to cope with the vigorous enthusiasm of youth? Be prepared to be exhausted very often my dear she told herself. Anyway, if she was to avoid unwanted pregnancy which would be utterly shameful at this age, she better be on the pill.
 
They continued speaking for a while, their love-talk arousing both of them. She could feel her quim getting progressively wetter. It had been years and years since she had fingered herself, is her toy boy going to make her start that again she wondered. Where is there going to be a be need of that. When their desires were aroused they could always somehow find ways to meet to fulfil their passion. But would he make her do that now. Their passion was still high. Their lust still new and raw.
 
 Prakash was unable to control his lust seeing the beautiful housewife who he had seduced and fucked only yesterday. All of a sudden,” Strip completely naked,” he commanded her,” I want to see you fully.”
 
He couldn’t have her for some days yet but he needed relief now and so did she. She allowed herself to be taken charge of by him. She masturbated for him, the first time she was doing so since her college days. She saw his big cock as he shook it, imagining that it was pumping into her tight pussy. They both came at the same time with a loud groan.   
 
While her mother and her young lover were masturbating looking at each other, Sandhya was browsing through the TV channels in her room when a news item caught her attention.
 
“security officer have identified the body of the murdered person as notorious criminal suspect Vinod,” the reporter was saying in the news. “Investigations are ongoing under the supervision of ACP Dharana,” the reporter continued.
 
Sandhya was taken aback by the news.  She knew Vinod very well. My god how did this happen she thought with a sense of shock and sadness.

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Very interesting twists and turns. How these points going to join How many new characters to come. Excellent narration of story.

Superb.....

Awesome, put mounika in a situation that she cannot be without prakash. It would make more interesting and she will be ready to kill anyone for having him with her.

Great narration and good turn arounds..

Definitely different

Excellent update bro..

Thanking all for your interest shown in the story. This story would have scenes of violence. Normally there won't be anything like that in my stories but here it is required as it essential for the story. 

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Episode 6.

How she got to know him was in itself another story. From the time she got to know him she straightaway suspected that he was probably involved with the underworld in someway but did not know much about that aspect of his life. The next feeling to follow the shock was a feeling of sadness. Though her acquaintance with him was not for a very long time it was nevertheless very consequential for her. This happened about a year ago. That was the time when he had actually saved her from being violated by two men. On the evening that it happened she was having a good time in a pub. Something had upset her at home that day and she was venting her frustrations by one of the only two ways she knew that is by getting sloshed, the other way being indulging in sex. She had gone there all alone and not with her friends as she usually did. This being one of their regular haunts she was certain that at least some of her friends would already be there and that she can hook up with them. Strangely enough that evening none of them were there. This frustrated her even more getting her more into a bad mood. She was already into her third round of gin when two young men who had been observing her started conversing with her and befriended her. Alarm bells should have gone off for her, befriending strangers when she was already in a vulnerable state of drunkenness was a recipe for danger but her anger and frustration dulled those senses of self-preservation. If she had not welcomed their attention when the men approached her or if they had tried to impose themselves on her against her wishes then the bouncers present who are always on the lookout for trouble would have taken care of them. But she too responded to them and became friendly with them and so bouncers ignored the three of them. The two young men continued to ply her with drinks. They wanted her completely drunk. There would have been no doubt to anyone watching them that the two men were up to no good. They were going to screw her whether she was a willing participant or not.

 
“Come baby let’s go somewhere else and party .. this place is getting boring,” man number one said.
 
“No … I want another drink.. not going anywhere,” Sandhya slurred.
 
“Sure baby, I’ve got all the drinks you want and more .. come with us .. we’ll have a good time,” man number two said.
 
They wanted her to be drunk enough to lose her inhibitions but not so drunk that she loses consciousness. There would be no fun in banging a lifeless body. She must be very high but conscious enough to participate and let them enjoy the sex with her.
 
“No.. I want a drink.. not going anywhere,” she said with a stubbornness that only the truly drunk could display.
 
Man number one was getting irritated at her stubbornness. He already ready to plunge his cock into her cunt. Man number two was the more patient between the two. He calmed his friend down and bought her another drink as she had demanded.
 
He whispered into her ear as she sipped her drink,” You want to get really high? I’ve got something that will make you feel really good but for that we need to get out of here.”
 
“Really?” she perked up but then immediately said,” no .. no, my friends may come here .. I’m staying put.”
 
Man number one completely lost his patience. “Let’s just drag this bitch out of here,” he said in an undertone, his voice choked with anger, to man number two.
 
Man number two just ignored him instead he whispered to Sandhya,” okay we needn’t go away. I have it in my car, we’ll just go to the parking lot and we can come back here soon.”
 
Even in her dulled state of consciousness she understood that her new found friend was talking about some designer drug to get high. She actually didn’t mind some of that now.
 
“Okay,” she said as she got up. Both the men let out a big sigh of relief but it was short lived. She sat down again and said,” bring it here.”
 
Man number one was about to about to roughly grab her by her arm but man number one stopped him. While this little drama was going on unbeknownst to them, four pairs of eyes were watching their every move.
 
“I can’t bring it here .. come we will only be away not more than five minutes,” man number two tried to persuade her.
 
Sandhya pondered for a minute, just drinking without her friends was getting boring, maybe why not see what these men have. On an impulse she made up her mind and decided to go with the men not realising the danger she was putting herself in. She got up to go with them. She was able to walk on her own though albeit unsteadily. The two men did not know that she had better ability to hold her drinks then most girls. They thought she would be easy to handle once they got her alone after plying her with enough drinks.  
 
Both the men held her by her arms each on one side as the led her out of the bar. They tried to hurry her along as they wanted to get her out of there before she changed her mind again. As they made their way to the door they did not notice the four men who got up from their seats leaving their half-finished drinks behind and followed them at a short distance away. They made their way out of the hotel to where their car was parked. They had parked it a little out of the way of other cars in a non-lit area. As they started to walk to a darkened area in spite of her drunkenness suddenly alarm bells began to go off for Sandhya. She shrugged her hands off their hands holding her and tried to pull away from them.
 
“Where are you taking me … leave me .. I want to go back,” she said loudly as she stopped walking and tried to turn back.
 
Man number one had had enough. “Shut up you slut, just walk.” He pulled her hard.
 
“No no leave me,” she shouted out loudly. The sound seemed louder in the quiet of the late evening.
 
Man number one put his palm over her mouth to stifle her voice. She bit his hand so hard that she drew blood. “Aw you bloody bitch,” he cursed her shaking his hand in pain.
 
Man number two, the supposedly calmer man now acted decisively. He slapped her hard on her cheek so much so she almost swooned. He grabbed her by her hair and started dragging her to their car which was not far away. He covered her mouth again in order to stop her from screaming. That’s when man number two felt a hard clip to his head and he went sprawling to the ground face forward. His hand lost its grip on her hair. Man number one turned in surprise and shock and got a fist on his face for his trouble. He felt the bone on his nose break by the force of the blow. Vinod and his three men began to beat up on man number one and man number two till they were a bloody mess on the ground. The beating was so quick and so brutal they couldn’t even cry out. Man number one had his arm broken at the elbow, man number two had his right knee dislocated. Their faces were completely disfigured by the blows showered on them.
 
As his men held the heads of the two men by their hair Vinod squatted in front of them and said,” next time you try to bang any woman I’ll cut your cocks off and shove it down your throats.” He spat on their faces as he got up and walked away with his men.
 
Sandhya’s two would be assailants still lay crumpled on the floor. Sandhya who had been watching all this unfold, stunned and horrified suddenly came to her senses and half ran and stumbled after towards Vinod and his men.
 
“Thank you .. thank you so much,” she blurted out, the scene she had witnessed making her more sober than she was a minute ago. “Thank you for saving me.”
 
“You’re a silly cunt you know that,” Vinod said,” carry on like this and you’ll get bangd one day for sure if not today. Save your thanks, we didn’t do it for you.” He said curtly as they got into their jeep and drove away.
 
Though drunk, Sandhya got into her car and somehow got back home. In her inebriated state and in the panic she was in it was a wonder that she reached home safely without getting involved in an accident. The shock had sobered her up a little. Only then did she realise how fortunate she had been not to have been bangd. It was not a matter of her losing her virginity, that had long gone but she couldn’t tolerate someone violating her body against her will. Her hands were still trembling. It took quite a few hours before she fell asleep out of sheer tiredness. It was by chance that she got to see Vinod accompanied by two of his fellow henchmen about two weeks later. He was standing outside a motorbike repair shop. It took her only a few seconds to recognise her saviour of two weeks ago. She quickly drove her car to the roadside curb and parked her car. She hurriedly got out and walked up to where Vinod was standing with his men. He looked up on hearing her approaching steps. He looked at her enquiringly as he saw her approach with a diffident smile on her face. It struck Sandhya that he did not recognise her immediately. It took a few seconds before she saw his face clear up on him recalling who she was.
 
“Thank you .. Thank you so much for what you did for me that night,” she said. She stumbled over her words as she spoke.
 
Vinod looked up and down over her. He was brazenly appraising her. She felt a little shiver run down her spine and that was not entirely because of fear. He had strong set jaws and a rough kind of attraction about him. There was something of a caged animal within him. He could either savagely ravage you and hurt you badly or ravage you in bed and take you to untold pleasures. That danger that emanated was in itself what drew women towards him. Most women would instantly perceive that innate sexuality he exuded. After a few seconds of his eyes looking over her his eyes met hers.
 
“That’s okay. You ought to be more careful next time,” he said as he dismissively turned his head away.
 
Sandhya felt disappointed and also insulted in a way that he had dismissed her in such a way. It was as if her youth and her sensuality was nothing for him. She was used to men hovering over her, waiting for her to at the very least condescendingly acknowledge them. But here was a man who looked at her as if she was a nobody. She was annoyed but did not know what to do. Should she just turn and walk away. She was confused but mostly hurt or rather her ego was hurt.
 
“Look, I want to do something in return. Let me know what I can do .. I can pay you if you want.” Since he was dismissive of her looks she turned to the only other thing she knew that allowed her to exert power over people, money.
 
His eyes once again turned towards her. He looked at her sardonically and said,” how much are you going to pay?”
 
Now Sandhya relaxed a bit. Like all men if it was not sex then money would bring them around she thought to herself.
 
“How much would you want? 10,000? 20,000? Or more?” she asked.
 
Vinod looked at her derisively and said,” Is that the price of your cunt?” The two men with him gave out a short laugh, more of a snort.
 
She had just been insulted by men who by the looks of them were way below her social status. She always thought of herself as a class above the common folks. Sandhya felt blood rush to her head as anger overtook her. But here her money or social status were of no use, these were not men like her boyfriends. She really did not know how to handle this.
 
“Look my father Jayakar can pay whatever you ask. If I tell him what you did for me that day, you can name your price.” Since she had no personal power she used the name of the only person she knew who could exert influence over other men, namely her father.
 
On hearing her father’s name Vinod seemed to straighten up. He seemed to recognise who her father was. When he next spoke, he sounded more respectful towards her.
 
“Sorry miss, I shouldn’t have said that. Those two men had bangd and hurt a young girl badly. Her father didn’t want that to be known publicly but he wanted those two men to suffer the consequence of their actions. He paid us to teach those bastards a lesson.” He explained the reason for their attack on her would be rapist.
 
Sandhya was a bit mollified now. “But I want to repay you in some way. Tell me what I can do?”
 
Vinod looked at her with a smile. “Okay then, you can buy us coffee. We can go to that hotel,” Vinod pointed out a hotel nearby.
 
She had spent about half an hour with them that day as they drank their coffee. She didn’t get to see him again after that till she saw his face slashed on the TV screen just now with the news of his death. She felt her eyes involuntarily tear up. The man had, even if unintentionally, saved her from the two men who had intended to ravage her. She may have been badly hurt if they had got her away to some secluded place.  
 
Two days later Mounika was getting ready to go out. She was dressed up tastefully with beautiful make up on. She preened around and looked at herself in the mirror. It had been a very long time since she had worn such low hips saree. She looked at the reflection of her body sideways. The somewhat V-shaped way her saree was tied revealed the soft, slightly rounded flesh of her belly and the cute belly button. The blouse stretched against her bosom revealed how well shaped they were. The shinning lip gloss applied artfully on her lips enhanced their juiciness. She was in a cheerful mood. She was going to meet her toy boy Prakash. He had promised to take her on a long drive out of the city. She knew they wouldn’t be able to make love today. The birth control tabs wouldn’t have taken effect yet but smooching with him in his car parked in a lonely spot would be a different type of thrill. This was like going on a date with your boyfriend she thought. How good it was to feel young again. They won’t be making love but she knew he would at least expect a blowjob from her. She would probably have to make him finish that way otherwise he may insist to take her in the car itself. She had never done that before, that is having full sex in the car. I have to try that with him at least once she decided to herself. Coming back to the present, should she swallow his load was the biggest debate she had with herself. She had never done that before even for her husband but now in her heart she wanted to do that for her young love. She wondered how it would taste. She involuntarily wet her lips with her tongue as she pondered this.
 
As she was about to open her front door and go out, it opened and her husband walked in. She was shocked and flustered on seeing him here. He was supposed to be overseas for at least another week. It was really surprising that he had come back so suddenly. She was agitated not only by his sudden appearance but that he would notice how attractively and sexily she had dressed up. She feared that it may raise his suspicion but he seemed to hardly notice her. He himself seemed to be preoccupied by something else. She felt compelled to engage him in a conversation.
 
“What a surprise you’re back already, is anything wrong? You said you would be away at least another week,” she asked him.
 
Only now he seemed to really notice her. “Yeah but something urgent had come up and I had to return.”
 
She had never interfered or asked him about his business dealings so she didn’t enquire any further now either.
 
He only now suddenly seemed to really note her. “Were you ready to go out,” he asked her.
 
“Yes, I was going to meet Divya, we were planning on doing some shopping.” Divya was Prakash’s mother. It was almost like a half truth. She was not meeting the mother but the son. He didn’t seem to think that there was anything wrong in the way she was attired. Or maybe it was he had stopped really noticing her these past few years.
 
“I can call her and cancel,” she offered, hiding her disappointment. She was so looking forward to meeting her lover today.
 
Luckily her husband didn’t disappoint her. “No, you go ahead. I’ll be going out soon too and will be quite busy so you don’t have to change your plans for me.” Her husband was giving her permission to go out and enjoy herself with her lover though of course he did not know that.
 
Try as she might she couldn’t hide the delight on her face when her husband said this. “Are you sure,” she asked her husband again.
 
“Yeah, yeah you go ahead, don’t worry about me, have fun,” he said once again as he walked away.
 
“That is what I intend to do, have fun, exciting and delicious fun,” she thought to herself.  
 
As her husband walked up the stairs to their room she almost skipped out of the house. Jayakar called his close associate and lawyer Divakar as soon as he entered the room.
 
“Has the meeting with the security officer Commissioner been confirmed,” he asked him.
 
“Yes, not to worry, I’m just waiting for you before we go and meet him,” his lawyer replied.
 
“Give me about 40 to 45 minutes, I just got back home will have a quick bath and be seeing you soon.”
 
As Jayakar was taking his bath his thoughts were on the unexpected complications that had arisen. He had quite recently used the services of Balveer to “persuade” some reluctant owners of property to sell so that his proposed huge new factory project could be implemented. The main man from Balveer who was involved in this was Vinod.  Now the news had come out that he was dead, that too murdered. He was informed of this when he was overseas. He had to change his plans and get back here. Though he was not directly involved in this matter he did not want the name of his organisation to be dragged out in the public. The bad publicity could affect their share prices very adversely. That would not sit well with their large investors. Again, nothing should hinder the implementation of their plan. Huge money was involved and any delay could lead to unwanted huge cost. Was Vinod murdered by an angry property holder who was forced to sell against his will. Even if this was unlikely to have happened surely security officer investigations could lead them to discovery of his organisation’s involvement in the factory project and resentments that could have arisen because of that. If this Vinod’s work for them. came to light the security officer would explore the possibility that the murder had something to do with that. That would mean their organisation would be dragged into the investigation. That’s why he needed to meet the security officer Commissioner. They have to get his agreement that nothing about their organisation comes out in the media. In this case no news is good news. About an hour later Jayakar and Divakar were sitting in front of the Commissioner. The meeting was not in the Commissioner’s office but in a private room of a top hotel in the city.  
 
The Commissioner looked at the two men in front of him. It was not often that he gets to meet a man like Jayakar. Here was a man who had access to Ministers, even the Chief Minister but yet he has chosen to meet with him, he wondered why. After some pleasantries they got to the matter at hand.  It was Divakar who spoke.
 
“Commissioner Sanjay, we are pleased that you have consented to meet us privately like this instead of in your office.”
 
Though the lawyer used the word consented when it involved someone like Jayakar it definitely was more than just a request. The Commissioner just nodded in acknowledgement. He waited in silence as he really did not know what this was all about. He was not going to say anything, let them reveal their purpose first. Divakar continued to speak but he seemed a bit uncomfortable as he spoke.
 
“You see sir, there is a matter on which we need your assistance.”
 
Now at last they are coming to the matter Commissioner Sanjay told himself but he just looked enquiringly at him without saying anything.
 
“I don’t know how to say this but it involves the matter of the new factory that Mr. Jayakar’s organisation is building off the boundaries of the city, I’m sure you would have read about it or you would have been appraised of it by the top government officials.”
 
Finally, the Commissioner spoke,” Yes, I have been briefed,” was all he would say. He was still not getting why they should meet him on this. If it was a matter of getting legal clearances the officials in the concerned ministry or even the Minister himself would have solved it for them.
 
“You must be aware sir how beneficial it is going to be financially for the state and for it’s development. Moreover, it would create great employment opportunities for the people here.”
 
The lawyer needn’t be selling me on the importance of the project, he was well aware of it, let him come to the point he thought a little irritated but he hid it well from the two men across the table.
 
Now Divakar really looked uneasy as he was about to continue. Looking at his discomfort he could see that finally he is coming to the real reason for this meeting.  
 
“You see Commissioner we had used the services of BV Constructions on the initial clearing and levelling of the land for the factory.”
 
This didn’t mean much to the Commissioner at first till it dawned upon him that BV Constructions company was just a front for the Balveer Crime organisation when they were involved in work for large corporations where their ‘special’ services were needed. Divakar’s next sentence confirmed his suspicion.
 
“The main man involved in the management of that project was one Mr. Vinod and we just got to know that he had been murdered.”
 
Commissioner Sanjay was well aware of the matter. He had only recently been briefed by DCP Paul on that.
 
“Yes, Mr. Divakar, investigations are currently ongoing. Rest assured we will do all that we can to apprehend the perpetrator or perpetrators of the crime. I can well understand your concern here when something like this had happened to a business contractor.”
 
The Commissioner purposely chose to misinterpret the purpose of this meeting to mean that they were concerned that the criminals who had murdered the employee of their contractor should not get away scot free. Every one present there was aware that this was not the reason at all for this meeting but all carried on with the pretence. Both Jayakar and Divakar knew the Commissioner was aware of the type of services BV Constructions provided.
 
“Yes, Commissioner we appreciate that but there is something more that we hoped you could do for us.”
 
Once again the Commissioner just looked at them enquiringly.
 
“You see we do not want our Organisations name to come out as having any involvement in this in the Media. You know how vital this project is for the continued development and prosperity of the state and adverse publicity could possibly derail the project in some way.”
 
The Commissioner sighed. Who do these people think they are? Are they going to dictate how they, the security officer, should carry out their investigations? It was time to put them in their places.
 
“I don’t know how we could do that. If our investigation leads to findings that the crime was somehow connected to your project it would be out of my hands to hide that matter. We won’t stop pursuing our investigation in that direction if that happened to be the case.”
 
“No, no, don’t misunderstand us,” Divakar said in alarm,” we would not interfere in any way. All we ask is that any connection to us is not made public as much as it is possible to do.”
 
The Commissioner was also aware that there was only so much he could push them. They were too powerful for that. “You must understand if the murder investigations lead us to believe that actions of BV constructions had anything to do with it, nothing is going to stop us from pursuing that aspect.  What I can say is that your organisation connection would not be made public as long as it is not absolutely necessary.”
 
Truth be told they were not aware of BV constructions and Vinod’s involvement in the mega factory deal till these two gentlemen had brought this to their notice. As they were unaware of it they had not been pursuing any investigations in this direction. Though it was likely that eventually this aspect would also have come to their attention as investigations progressed. Their current thinking however had been that this was some sort of inter crime war to gain control of profitable illegal avenues. This new information had come to them out of the blue. Commissioner Sanjay made a mental note to appraise DCP Paul of this new unexpected lead. Their meeting carried on for about another hour more. When Jayakar and Divakar were returning in their car to Mr. Jayakar’s corporate head-quarters they were in deep discussion. Jayakar had not wanted any politician’s involvement in this. If they, the politicians become aware of the issues, then they would try to extract a substantial price from them. If possible they wanted it be resolved at this level.
 
“If it need be and cannot be avoided, we will need the Minister’s help in this. The Minister should be able to put this bastard in his place,” Jajakar instructed to Divakar.
 
They were so engrossed in their conversation, Jayakar did not notice the car that had crossed their own a few minutes back. If he had notice that it would have merely surprised him. But if he had been able to look inside the car he would have been shocked. In that car his wife Mounika had her hand on his business associate’s son’s thigh. He would have seen her gently caressing the young man’s thigh muscles with her delicate fingers. He would have seen the bulge she was causing. Mostly he would have known that his wife had lied to him. She had told him that she was going out with her friend but she was actually with the friend’s son.

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Episode 7

Unaware that her husband’s car had just crossed her young lover’s car Mounika was looking at Prakash’s face with a bit of amusement. Though she just drained his life fluid from him not so long ago her caressing of his thighs was causing a bulge to reappear on the front of his pant. Seeing him suffer not being able to do anything about it as he was driving was the cause for her amusement. But there was at least some small thing he could do to ease his lust.  Prakash took her hand and placed it on his bulge. Her fingers curled around the bulge as she squeezed his fat erection but it was so hard that her palm felt like pressing against a padded wall.

 
Mounika smiled,” You rascal, you are insatiable. You are ready again so quickly.”
 
“I will always be ready for you Mounika darling, all you need to do is touch me.”
 
Some two hours or so back they had been parked below a shaded tree off the path of a lonely road she did more than just touch him. Their car was hidden from view of the road behind some heavy bushes. The two illicit lovers were in a tight embrace as they kissed passionately. The lip gloss that Mounika had so artfully applied was all but gone in their kiss that had been going on for more than fifteen minutes. Their parted lips took turns to trap each-others lower lip in a sloppy wet kiss. He would pull her extended tongue into his mouth as she would when he returned the favour. As they had not seen each other for three days after that first bout of illegitimate love, their passion had already been building even as he drove as fast as he could. They needed privacy to share their lewd intimacy. She as the mature and experienced paramour wanted to show her enthusiastic and amorous young love that she was more skilled in the erotic arts. She leaned towards his ears and whispered suggestively as she stroked his inner thigh.
 
“Baby …I was so wet even after I got back home that day you know.”
 
“Oh really.”
 
“mm yes, my pussy was still itching,” after a pause she continued,” for your hot cock.”
 
Prakash couldn’t stand it, he reached with his one hand and kneaded her breast as he drove.
 
“Yes, darling hsss .. massage my tit…hmm.”
 
She undid the bottom two hooks on her blouse, pulled out her right breast from the bra and covered his hand and breast with front of her saree. Now he was able to play with her tit directly.
 
“Mounika, your nipple is puffed up and swollen dear.”
 
“My tits were swollen the whole day after you sucked so hard you monkey,” she admonished him playfully.
 
Prakash quickly turned and looked at her for a second and smiled before concentrating on the road ahead. “I couldn’t help it Mounika, your tits were so beautiful I could suckle on them the whole day.”
 
She impishly knocked him on the top of his head,” idiot what did you thing, milk was going to flow? No chance of that happening.”
 
 “I wish I could feel the milk flow from your nipple as I suck.”
 
“I know you devil, that’s why I had to buy birth control pills otherwise you’ll make your wish a reality.”
 
Mounika looked up the road, they were out of the city now and the road ahead was straight and empty. She pulled her saree aside and pulled his head towards her dangling breast. He automatically slowed down but continued to drive while his mouth hungrily sucked on her tit.
 
“Sssss … yeah baby huuufff…”
 
Within a few seconds she pushed his head away and covered her tits with the saree as she spied a car coming in the opposite direction about a few hundred metres away. They waited till their cars crossed.
 
“Ohh ..it ended so quickly,” he lamented in disappointment.
 
“Don’t be impatient my darling boy, you can feed on them as much as you want soon.” Her seductive tone made his cock twitch.
 
“My cunt has never been stretched as much as your thick rod did that day.” As she coyly said this she was unzipping his pant.
 
“Did it hurt you sweetheart?”
 
“No dear, it was wonderful.” Her hand slid into the opening and grabbed his hardon. “Your cock was wonderful.”
 
Prakash felt proud that this classy woman was so smitten with him that she could speak with him so lewdly. Maybe only with him she could do all that she ever wanted to try out and experience in sex without any reserve that she may have when doing it with her husband. She slid her fingers under the stretchable leg cloth of his boxers and grabbed his erect flesh. She played with it causing him to squirm. He couldn’t stand it anymore he wanted to ravish this ravishing woman and luckily for him they were near where he had planned to go. As soon as he had parked the car he grabbed her and started kissing her passionately. Even as he was kissing her feverishly she managed to pull out his cock. Now as they kissed her fingers were pulling on his huge cock up and down. Finally, he pulled back his seat and sat back as he watched her fingers play on his member. The red nail polish on her long fingernails flashed in the little sunlight that penetrated through into the car as her hand pleasured him. There was no hard grip, or inexperienced painful stroking, only smooth long strokes with the right grip just around the head and with the right amount of pressure. An experienced woman is so much better at this he thought as she expertly stroked him.
 
“You’re so big and thick baby, it’s so fascinating to see,” she whispered huskily.
 
“Do you really like my cock darling,” he asked teasingly.
 
“I love it.”
 
“Then show me.”
 
She knew what he wanted. She used her thumb and index and middle finger to completely uncover his rosebud. It was glistening with his pre-cum. She bent over his lap and scooped up some of his love fluid with the tip of her tongue. A small string of colourless sticky fluid was between the opening of his penis and the tip of her tongue. Her tongue stretched out some more to completely pull that into her mouth. Prakash could see her tasting him. Her lips stretched out in a small smile. She seemed to like it.
 
She kissed his cockhead a few times. “My sweet baby .. you like mama’s tongue hmm,” she cooed to his cock as if it was a baby.
 
She licked the rosebud till it was clean of his pre-cum .. but not for long as more flowed out from the orifice as her hand pumped up and down over its length.  She took the cockhead in her mouth and started sucking it.
 
“Ahh.. yes baby .. that’s it,” Prakash moaned.
 
Mounika took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it as she looked at his face and smiled.
 
“Was it good for you,” she teased.
 
“Yes, it feels wonderful.”
 
Mounika once again took his cock in her mouth and sucked it slowly, lovingly. She once again took it out of her mouth and said to him,” Your cock is so big and thick it’s so difficult to take more in my mouth.”
 
“Is uncle not as big as this, you’re not used to this size?” he teased her.
 
“Hey, don’t mock my husband or I will bite this off,” she threatened him jokingly.
 
“No, it was a genuine question, how big is your husband?” Luckily he didn’t word it as ‘how small is your husband’ she thought to herself.
 
She struck out her pink tongue to him and said,” I’m not telling you, no way.”
 
“Please my sweet love, please. I’m just curious.”
 
She smiled wickedly at him and shook her head no. He pulled her head up kissed her lovingly on her lips, looked into her eyes and said,” please.”
 
She seemed to debate something to herself then having come to a decision held his cock at around three quarters of his stem and said,” about this.”
 
She could see a triumphant look in his eyes. Strangely she was pleased that he was pleased.
 
“Is he as thick as this.” He wanted to know every detail of his rival for her sexual favours she thought to herself. He was in his mind competing with a powerful man. A man who commanded high respect in society but someone who lost to him in this most intimate matter. For all the maturity he had shown, he was like a gleeful child in this matter. This too made her happy, this mirthful reaction.
 
“No, you’re much thicker honey, in fact you are unusually large in that aspect.”
 
“And do you like that?”
 
“Mmm yes, it rubs in me so tightly, it’s simply heavenly.”
 
He pushed her back on her seat and started fumblingly to unhook her blouse. He struggled even though there was only a balance of two more hooks to go, as the blouse was stretched very tightly across the soft mounds of flesh. What she really wanted to wear was one of those blouses that exposed the back completely with just a string holding the two ends together but she can use that when attending a party but there was no excuse to do that when her excuse to go out was shopping with a friend. So, she couldn’t dress more sexily for him as she wished she could do. As the blouse opened, her soft creamy flesh bulging from her beige coloured bra came to view. Prakash took a deep breath at that alluring sight. While looking at Prakash’s reaction she pressed a button in the front of her bra and the bra cups flapped open with her breasts tumbling out of the confines of the bra cups. She had worn this type of bra as she was certain she would have to feed her breasts to him and this was easier do so in the confines of a car. Her nipples were already erect waiting for him to feast on them. She held up her two breasts in the palms of her two hands as if offering those succulent fruits to him.
 
“Suck them my darling boy, these are for you my love. Take it.”
 
Prakash rubbed the tip of his nose on the erect nipples. He took in the smell of fragrant perfume along with the smell of woman in heat, deep in his nostrils. That potent combination went from his nostril straight to his groin. Mounika gasped as his lips latched on to her nipple. She closed her eyes as he suckled on her nipple. She couldn’t quite discern the feelings evoked in her. Was this just lust? Love? Or even maternal feelings? Divya would have suckled him just like this when he was a baby. But now this was so different. Prakash was a hot-blooded young man. A randy man at the peak of his sexual powers. When she was kissing him, love was the predominant feeling. When she cuddled him, it was maternal feeling that took over and when he had his large pole lodged deep in her and they writhing together in a passionate embrace, only pure lust burned within her.
 
“Ahh,” she pulled his mouth off her distended nipple,” don’t bite you oaf, suck,” she admonished him gently.
 
He smiled sheepishly at her,” sorry, got a little carried away.”
 
He once again latched on with his lips as Mounika fed him her other nipple. In the confined space of the car his suckling sound was clearly audible and so were her soft moans. Prakash nibbled on her nipple again but this time very gently.
 
“ssss… my darling baby boy … suck it … ooohh… suck baby,”
 
Mounika’s hand frantically searched for his virile manhood. She needed to hold it, caress it to express the feelings that were engulfing her at that moment. Her long, slender fingers found and grasped that dear thing firmly. Her thumb and fingers rubbed on the warm flesh as she squeezed and caressed it. For his part Prakash teased the tumescent rubbery inch long stem in his mouth with his tongue. This intimate petting by the both of them was increasing the intensity of their arousal. The car motor was running, the AC in the car was on but they could feel the body temperature increasing in spite of the coolness inside that small space.
 
While continuing to slurp on her nipple Prakash reached down to pull up her saree over her thighs. She lifted up her bottom so that her saree was now half way up her thighs but it could not go up any further. That was enough for him though. Those supple and shapely flesh that had not seen much of sunlight was of a shade whiter than the rest of her body. They were very smooth as they were waxed off and devoid of any hair. She shivered as his fingers traced gentle lines on her thighs. Her womanhood and already been oozing sometime and her pussy was soaking wet. Her pubic mound seemed to have swelled up more for him. She guessed that a thin wet line would have already formed on her lacy panties. His fingers were slowly inching towards her snatch. Soon it would discover the state of arousal she was in. Instead of feeling any embarrassment of him finding out about her state of readiness to take in his love pole she instead delighted in this display of lasciviousness. He had many times verbally expressed how much he desired her. In return she was indicating to him, without uttering a word, her carnal appetite for his young virile body was equally immense.  
 
“Aahh…,” Mounika groaned as the fingers of her young lover reached and caressed her panties.
 
Surely he would have felt her wetness even without moving her panties aside.
 
“Yes lover, I desire you so much, feel my wetness darling, see how much you have awoken the sluttiness in me,” these lewd thoughts raced through her mind.  
 
How was it that this young man, a man almost half her age, had been able to inflame the sexual desire of a mature married woman like her to this extent she wondered in amazement. That too a worldly woman like herself (or so she thought of herself). In his case her sensuousness, her voluptuousness had in turn evoked a raw desire for her in him. Their first intense and ecstatic sexual union had only strengthened their desire for each other. Their age difference paled into insignificance in front of all these emotions. All that seemed important was their need for each other.
 
His fingers caressed her cunt lips over the silky panties covering her feminine treasure. She moaned her appreciation as she held his suckling head to her bosom. Her soft beautiful fingers were now stroking the hot flesh of his immense erection, slow long strokes that sent ripples of pleasure emanating from his groin to his whole body. He pushed her panties aside as his fingers slipped inside, grazing over the soft silky hair to reach her moist opening. Two fingers entered in an inch. She took in a sharp breath. His fingers slid up easily over the wet and sticky opening till the tip of his fingers brushed against her sensitive love bud. She let out her breath in whimper as pleasure sparked in her. His fingers slid in and out of her pink petals brushing against the profusely sensory nerve covered pea.    
 
“anng… anng… anng… ,” her moans of pleasure was a constant chorus now.
 
She pulled his head up. Her red succulent lips eagerly sought his. She kissed him feverishly. The vehemence of her kisses showed how much she was in the grip of intense passion. In the forty-eight years of her life or the twenty-seven years of her marriage she had not been overcome like this with such intense emotions of sexual desire. Commensurate with these impassioned emotions his skill as a lover for one so young had been no less a delight. In their very first fervent coupling, she had been engulfed by immense rapture. After experiencing such unmeasurable ecstasy, she knew then itself that she would yearn for more of the same. Her only fear had been that once he had overcome her resistance and conquered her chastity his interest in her would wane. That she was a desired conquest but after achieving it he would not have the same desire as before. But so far it seems his desire for has only grown stronger. She was determined to please him in all the ways he would want and then some more. She would do for him things she had not even done for her husband. He must become a slave to every pleasure her voluptuous body can give him.
 
“Let’s get to the back seat, we’ll be more comfortable there,” he said.
 
Mounika looked around. There was no sign of anyone coming their way. Their car was also well hidden from anyone’s sight.
 
“Do you think it would be safe”,” she asked him a little nervously. She had never done anything as bold as this in her life. This was exciting, thrilling and highly arousing but also oh so dangerous.
 
“Don’t worry dear, no one would come this way, I’m sure.” He spoke with the fearlessness that comes with youth.
 
She was uneasy because of the risk involved. What a field day the media would have if they got caught.  She could just see the headline and flashing news. ‘Wife of Multi-Millionaire businessman caught romping with the son of his business associate.’ ‘Illicit mating inside a Mercedes’. Her reputation would be torn to tatters.
 
“Why don’t we go to your condominium Prakash. It would be much safer there.”
 
He held her hands reassuringly. “Don’t worry baby, I’m there .. I’ll take care of everything.”
 
She liked how he called her ‘baby’ like she was a woman closer to his age than to his mother’s. Yet she still hesitated.
 
“Have you ever fucked in a car .. or in the open like this before?” He asked her directly hoping to kindle her desire further.
 
Again, the vulgarity from him but it did not put her off but rather it only served to increase her lust. She had never experienced this type of ‘adventure’ or excitement before. These are things she missed in her youth but now experiencing in her late forties. Despite her reservations she decided in her mind to do what her young lover desired.
 
“No  .. but it feels strange to do this in the open like this.”
 
“You’ll love this, I assure you he said as he got out of the car, came around to her side of the car and held her by her hands to help her get out of the car.
 
They both stood just outside the back door of the car as they kissed once more. Prakash sought to remove her saree but she gripped it in her hands preventing him from doing so.
 
“No, Prakash. What if someone comes. We’ll be in trouble.”
 
Prakash didn’t want to push her any further. That she had conceded to this extent was in itself a surprise. He had surmised that the maximum such a mature and worldly wise woman like Mounika would allow him is kisses and caresses in the car. He did not realise to what extent he had awoken the ardour in her. He opened the back door of the car and laid her on her back on the seat. He pulled up her saree (she assisted him by lifting up her bum) till it was bunched around her waist. He looked at her smooth white legs with hunger in his eyes. He looked at her feet encased in a beautiful silver colour strapped, three-inch heeled footwear. He appreciatively admired her well-manicured toes held tightly together by the straps. He squatted in front of her and lifted her left leg by her ankle. He kissed her on her toes, snaking his tongue out to lick gently. Prakash could hear the heaving breathing of his mother’s good friend. That she was in the grip of amorous feelings was in no doubt. Prakash did not want to remove her footwear. The sight of the naked lower part of her body clad by only the footwear and satin translucent knickers was highly erotic. He could just make out over her panties, the darkness caused by the fine hair covering her pussy. She was of that generation who still believed that neatly maintained pubic hair would be more suggestive to men of the pleasures that awaited beyond them. The young women now preferred it clean shaven and maybe so did the men. Prakash himself had a preference for a cunt that was covered by fine silky hair than the cameltoe look. Especially with Mounika when he saw the contrast between her very fair skin and the dark hair he was highly aroused.
 
He slowly kissed his way up her legs. Every soft bite followed by gentle licking left a trail of reddish spots on her white skin. With his mouth still on her thighs he lifted his eyes to look at her. He could not see her face beyond her heaving beasts, primarily because she was kneading her own breasts with her two hands. He kissed her over her panties where her slit would be. She moaned as his lips brushed over the already wet line where her opening was hidden by the silky cloth. He traced the tip of his tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit. The wetness of his saliva joined and merged with the wetness already caused by her lust. Her moans became whimpers now as she pressed the back of his head down as hard as she could. He kissed and licked the top of her panties till it was so wet her pubic hairs became visible. He slowly pulled down her panties over her thighs. Her moist honeypot slowly came into view. Her pussy lips were slightly open so that he could see the pink wet flesh inside. He already had had a taste of the delectable pleasures that moist flesh held. Just a few days ago they had firmly held his hard rod and milked it as it had churned in them. He completely pulled her panties down till it was curled and dangling around her right ankle. He moved his head closer. The smell coming from the woman in heat was stimulating his own response. He took in a deep breath filling his lungs full of that intoxicating smell.  He felt his cock harden and jerk in response.  She could feel his hot breath on her pubis. Her mouth was dry as she eagerly awaited his lips to press on to her pink like petals. She didn’t realise that she had stopped breathing in anticipation. His tongue snaked out from his mouth to slither up her slit, directly this time without her panties preventing her from sensitivity of his probing tongue. It slowly moved up from the bottom to the top of the slit. As he pulled his tongue out in a scoop it had a bit of the viscous fluid sticking on to his tongue. This was the most potent drink a woman could give to a man.
 
“Oh baby… Ohhh…” groaned the mature housewife.
 
Prakash smiled to himself that he was able to make glamours woman like Mounika, a woman old enough to be his mother, lose herself like this to him. Mounika, who looked more than ten years younger than her age had that mystic alluring look that was not easily defined. Many women don’t age well but only a few are blessed that age increases their desirability.  Mounika one such woman. That was what that had bewitched Prakash the very first time his mother had dragged him and introduced him to her. The first look at his mother’s friend sent a chemical shock wave to his brain. There was an instant attraction that engulfed him that he could not explain. All he knew then was that he must have this incredibly sexy woman. Instinctively he had the feeling that within this very attractive woman there was a smouldering cauldron of desire. He knew then that the man who would be able to make those suppressed emotions erupt would be smothered by pleasures that he would have never dreamed off. He was proved right in this in the very first time they mated. The ravenous sexual hunger, the feverish coupling took them on a crescendo that ended in an all-consuming bliss that neither of them had experienced before. Having had a taste of that overwhelming ecstatic pleasure they knew that they would need it again and again till that desire is sated. Mounika hoped that it would be a long time before this happened. Mounika was well aware that this was a relationship that would not last. When Prakash had had his fill of her, he would move on. But till then she wanted her young lover. She wanted those intensely blissful moments with him now, when pleasures of the flesh still meant something and was important in her life. Now being unable to control herself anymore she pressed the head of her lover down till his lips and her pussy lips became one. His tongue started exploring her wet inner flesh. She groaned as pleasure started soaring in her body.
 
“Lick me my lover boy.. eat my pussy…mmmm….yes like that.”
 
At that very moment, in the private meeting room of a luxurious hotel, Jayakar was groaning in his mind too. This security officer Commissioner was proving more difficult than he had anticipated. He had wanted to resolve the problem that faced him at this level itself. He was getting very irritated but did not show it outwardly. If only he knew that, right at that moment, the son of his business associate had his face buried in his wife’s twat, this irritation would be nothing to what he would be feeling then. Meanwhile not very far from where Mounika and Prakash were engaging in their illicit tryst Inspector Vajendra was questioning two servants, a male and a female. They were inside a well-furnished cottage about four to five kilometres from where Vinod was murdered. His men on their investigations had found this cottage as the only place which was not occupied. All the other houses, though they were mostly far apart in this area, was occupied by families or as in one case three bachelors who were sharing and renting one of the houses there. His men having peeked inside the window found realised that this cottage was being used (noted by the way it was well furnished) and not some unoccupied house. So, they were in the midst of finding out to whom this property was registered. Meanwhile his men took turns to keep watch on the place thinking someone was sure to come in sometime soon. Sure enough, the two servants had come in today. Inspector Vajendra’s man immediately informed him. He told his man not to let them out of his sight and that he would soon be there. Now almost an hour later he was interrogating them.
 
“What is your name?” he asked the male servant sternly. Looking at the two of them he immediately concluded that these two people could not be the owners of the place. The place was too luxuriously furnished and these two, by the clothes they wore, indicated they were more likely to be servants.
 
Seeing them he came to the conclusion that they can be easily intimidated by persons in authority. He needed to do that so that he can get the information he wanted from them. He looked at them with steely eyes making them more nervous than they already were.
 
“Ra.. Raa.. Ramu,” the servant stammered out his name.
 
“And who is this,” Vajendra nodded indicating the woman who stood in fear beside him.
 
Ramu took a quick glance at his wife trembling nervously beside him. “My wife, Laxshmi,” he replied.
 
“Who does this place belong to? What are you two doing here?” Inspector Vajendra’s voice was louder than it needed to be. He didn’t want them to be thinking clearly or weigh their answers before they replied. Keeping them mentally on edge is more likely to elicit truthful answers.
 
“This place belongs to Madam .. we came to clean up the place.”
 
“And who is this Madam?” Vajendra asked, his look continuing to be austere.
 
Now both Ramu and Laxshmi looked at each other nervously. What are they to say? They were quite sure for what purpose Madam used this place for. The crumpled and many times stained bedsheet and even on one occasion finding an unused condom left no doubt as to what had gone on between madam and whoever was with her. They had always been strictly told when they are to come and clean up. It was always when Madam and whoever else was there had left. One thing they were sure of was that it cannot be ‘sir’ that was with madam in the cottage. Probably ‘sir’ was not aware of this arrangement his wife (madam) had. In fact, they did not even know who the ‘sir’ was though seeing the holy chain around madam’s neck there must be a ‘sir’ around.  They were employed by and were the servants to Madam. Anyway, these were all affairs pertaining to people in high places and it was best that they be as incurious as they possibly can they had decided from the very first. Even then, more often than not, both man and wife couldn’t help themselves from smiling at each other meaningfully when they see the mess that the bed was when they came in to clean up. They would make a guess as to when madam would have enjoyed more by seeing the condition of the bed. The more the mess the more the enjoyment was their deduction. Even Ramu at times had become so aroused that he had sex with his wife on the very bed dried stains and all before cleaning up. Lakshmi didn’t mind this because at those times Ramu’s performance would be extra enjoyable. As madam had set up this place so she could have sex on the side very discretely, they were in a quandary as to what to do now.
 
“What are you two doing just standing here blinking .. answer me .. or shall I take you to the security officer station and continue this?” Inspector Vajendra said threateningly.
 
Ramu had heard many stories on the type of ‘treatment’ ordinary persons like him would get in the confines of a security officer station. He felt a shiver of fear run through him. He was not prepared to face the problems just so he could protect the secrets of his employer. For the discretion shown by him and his wife madam paid them more than what they would usually get for the job they do. More so while getting that pay they usually had to only come in about twice a week to keep the place clean and tidy. They were able to do other work to earn more income in the meanwhile. But all that is not going to be worth it to get into trouble with the security officer. He and his wife can always find similar employment elsewhere. He decided to come clean.
 
“Madam’s name is Premavati,” he blabbered out.
 
“And what is your Madam’s address?”
 
“I .. I don’t know.”
 
“What?? Are you lying to me?” Inspector Vajendra took a threatening step towards him.
 
“No .. no sir … I swear, I don’t know.” Ramu’s wife Laxshmi started sobbing silently.
 
“How can you not know where your employer stays? Vajendra asked unbelievingly.
 
“I swear on god sir .. madam gives instructions through the phone. That’s all the contact we have with her. She meets us here very rarely.”
 
“Don’t you not go to her house to get your salary?”
 
“No sir, madam puts the money into our bank account.”
 
Vajendra looked at Ramu with piercing eyes. Ramu flinched but did not look away. Vajendra instinctively knew he was telling the truth.
 
“Can you describe your madam? How does she look, how old is she?”
 
Again, Ramu and his wife looked at each other. Laxshmi nodded slightly to her husband. Ramu turned back to look at Vajendra, took a deep breath and started speaking.
 
“Madam is about Laxshmi’s height,” he said indicating his wife. Vajendra estimated Laxshmi to be about five foot three inches.
 
“Madam is slimer and fairer than Laxshmi.” Ramu’s description of his employer all seemed to be in relation to his wife. Lakshmi seemed to be about ten kilos over weight in relation to her height. So if she was slimer than his wife Lakshmi then probably this Premavati looks after her body quite well.
 
“How old is your Madam?”
 
“I don’t know but I think she must be about thirty.” Actually, she was thirty-eight but she maintained herself well and looked younger than her age. People like his madam who have never done any manual job in their life and with plenty of free time in their hands can make themselves look younger if they made the effort. Ramu however was not to know that.
 
“How often does your madam come here?”
 
“I don’t know sir,” Ramu lied. “As I said we rarely meet her. We come in only twice a week to clean up the place.”  He actually knew more or less how many times she came here by the number of times he had to clean the bedsheets and make up the bed. It was usually once a week. Only on some occasions it would be two times in a week or there were times when it was just once in about two weeks. In those times, Ramu and Lakshmi had decided, madam probably was having her monthly periods.
 
“Do you know why she comes here?” Vajendra probed.
 
Again, Ramu lied. “I don’t know sir … and I can’t ask madam that.”  
 
Vajendra knew that Ramu was lying. Surely he would know the reason. Since like Ramu, he too could guess almost for certain the reason why this Premavati was maintaining a discreet place like this. He did not press Ramu any further as that was not important.  
 
“Did your Madam come here on the 14th of this month?”
 
Ramu frowned trying to recollect. Now suddenly the recollection came to him in a flash. He and his wife came in on the 15th morning to clean up. The bed had been thoroughly used the previous day. He remembered it well because of the five-hundred rupee note placed on the bedside table. Only once in a while during the last year he would find the money placed there. Someone was leaving an extra tip for him for doing the cleaning. He suspected that madam had allowed someone else to use the place. That whoever else it was, that person too was using it for the same purpose madam did was confirmed by the crumpled bedsheet. He always wondered if the person was a male or female. It was not likely that madam would allow a male such an access. It was probably one of her female friends he had concluded. He was thankful he had an ordinary but faithful wife like Lakshmi. These high-class sluts all seem to be fucking behind their husbands back. They may look pretty but were totally without morals.
 
“I’m not sure sir,” Ramu lied once more. “She may have come in on the 14th, I don’t know.”
 
He didn’t want to volunteer the information that probably on that day someone other than his ‘madam’ had used the place. If he did that he would have to explain about the condition of the bed on the days he had to clean up the place. He would also have to explain why he thought that someone other than his ‘madam’ had used the place and about the five hundred rupees tip left. Let the security officer find out about that. He was unlikely to be found out by the security officer to have hidden this information from them. Surely whoever it was who left the money, she was very unlikely to mention this to them even if questioned.    
 
“Won’t you be able to tell if someone had used the place,” Vajendra pressed him. As Vajendra strongly suspected, If this place was used by Premavati for her sexual romps then there would easily be signs that the bed had been used.
 
Ramu was no fool, he realised what the Inspector was implying by this line of questioning. He decided to play it safe. “Yes, sir there will be signs that the place had been used but it could have been that day you mentioned, the previous day or even the day before .. because we come in only twice a week to clean up and so it depends on when madam had come to her house, if at all.” 
 
This was as much as he needed from these two servants. Better to confront the lady of the house to get more information. “Okay, you said your Madam calls you doesn’t she, now give me her number.”
 
Ramu hesitated. “Sir, I must ask Madam first.”
 
“I’ve got no time for that. This involves a serious investigation. Give me her number now or I know how to get it from you.” The Inspector was being deadly serious. That was obvious to Ramu. He decided to save his own skin first. He gave the Inspector what he wanted.
 
At the time the Inspector was questioning the servants, the big car parked hidden from view was rocking. Even the suspension of the high-end car was being put to the test. If anyone were to see how the car was rocking from afar they would surely guess correctly what was going on inside.
 
“nghah… nghah… nghah…,” Mounika was groaning constantly at every thrust of Prakash’s hip. At every thrust his hard flesh was overcoming the resistance of the grip of her inner flesh to knock against her cervix.
 
The reason the car was shaking this much was because Prakash had his legs on the ground as leverage as he thrust his hips at ferocious pace. Mounika lay on her back on the back seat, her legs pulled up to her chest and held there by Prakash who was on top of her. Her hands were moving all over his back and buttocks as if somehow seeking relief from the blissful agony that was overwhelming her. Prakash’s mouth was fastened tightly on her swollen nipple as his thick manhood plundered the chastity of his mother’s friend once again. Just some ten minutes ago she had pleaded to her ardent young lover.
 
“Not today baby .. not safe yet, just another four days more then you can have me whenever possible without any fear.”
 
But he would not listen. His whole being was in the clutches of this forbidden lust. Truth be told she too was not in a position to resist much. Having finally succumbed after these long years of resistance to temptation, she too was in the grip of the emotions this new salacious affair had inundated her with.  
 
“No, Mounika I want your pussy now darling … I must have it now…” Prakash was adamant as only a headstrong young man in the grip of passion could be.
 
Saying this, he was rubbing the mushroom shaped head of his cock up and down on her wet slit. Whatever little resistance Mounika had was rapidly abandoning her.
 
“Okay darling boy … just don’t finish in me,” was her weak response to his insistence.
 
With that go ahead from her he had plunged deep into her making her cry out in a mixture of pain and delight. What followed after that was pure delicious pleasure for the both of them. Their frequent fervent slobbering kisses as they fucked like animals was the only time his growls and her passionate moans were silenced. Both their faces were flushed, small rivulets of sweat ran down their bodies.
 
“Fuck me .. my lover boy … fuck me hard.” Gone were her reservations. Her infidelity was now cause for rejoice for the intense pleasure that was coming as a deluge.
 
“Yes… Mounika….my cock is just for you baby .. for your sweet pussy.”
 
Pleasure was radiating all through Mounika’s body. This young man was showing her pleasures she didn’t know existed. She bit him on his neck … she scratched him on his back. Yet his firm toned muscles took all she could give. Her displays of uncontrollable lust only served to drive his own desires higher.
 
“Your pussy’s so tight darling… it’s wonderful…humph … humph…”
 
“awhh… awhh… it’s because you’re so big lover .. so much bigger than Jayakar.”
 
Her praising him over her husband of twenty-seven years made his cock jerk in her clasping pussy flesh. She could see the triumph in his lust filled eyes on hearing her words. He passionately kissed her as the piston like movements of his hips became faster. Mounika was racing towards her climax. From kissing her, he started sucking on her nipple as he fucked her. He was pushing her rapidly towards a stunning orgasm. She was beyond care now. She needed desperately the delightful relief. She didn’t care if he shot his potent load into her anymore. She wanted him to enjoy the same stupendous joy that she was going to get.
 
“Fuck me.. Fuck me like my husband has never done before … fuck meee….,” she wailed.
 
Fucked her he did with all his strength. He could feel her legs tighten around his thighs .. one hand tightened on his buttock and one on his back .. her nails dug into his flesh. Her body froze for a second she then let out a shriek that caused a couple birds on the branch of a tree, overhanging the parked car, to take flight.
 
“Oh god ..I’m coming.. I’m coming,” she sobbed as her body started spasming.
 
He held her body as she humped him from below extracting every ounce of pleasure his cock was giving her. She seemed to be in the throes of an orgasm that seemed to go on and on but in reality the after spasms of pleasure lasted for about a minute or so. She had never experienced an orgasm that lasted this long or was so intensely powerful. She kissed him lovingly and passionately in gratitude.
 
“You haven’t come yet sweety?” she asked him as she lovingly stroked his face.
 
“Not yet,” he smiled.
 
She stroked his body with her beautiful fingers moving her hips up from below prompting him to continue pumping in her.
 
“Fuck me darling.. I want that big cock of yours to drill me till it shoots.”
 
His mature lover was giving him the green signal to fill her cunt with his seed. He was close too. He knew he would not last more than a minute or more. He started moving again. After she had come her pussy did not have the same tightness of grip as before but this extra lubricated friction of their naughty flesh together seemed more pleasurable now. He pumped in rapidly, concentrating on his own release. She showered kisses on him encouraging him to unload.
 
“He’s going to come  … I hope he doesn’t make me pregnant,” she prayed silently, but yet did not want to deny him the pleasure her pussy gave him,” fill me my love, I’ll handle the consequences later,” she decided in her mind.  
 
He was going to come … yes, anytime now. She instinctively knew it, his cock twitched it expanded it was ready, ready anytime now. But just when she thought that he would shoot inside her he quickly pulled out, got up and stood just outside the open door and he urgently pulled her up to sit on the edge of the seat. He held her head with one hand and brought his throbbing cock to her mouth with the other. Her mouth automatically opened to receive the hard cock. She clamped down her lips on the stem and no sooner did she start sucking streams of sticky liquid shot inside filling her mouth. For the first time the life fluid of a man slid down her throat as she drank the warm load from her lover. She sucked till nothing more came out from his cock. Both of them had their eyes closed savouring this moment. He holding her head with both hands at his groin and she holding on to his sturdy trunk like thighs with his still hard cock still in her mouth. 
 
Inspector Vajendra had a lot going on in his mind. He had reported this latest lead on the murder investigation to ACP Dharana on the phone.
 
“Sir, I suspect that this is the place where the victim Vinod had been before he was murdered,” he had said.
 
“Why do you suspect that?” Dharana had asked.
 
“From what I can note, this place seems to be used by the owner for her meetings with her paramour.”
 
“What did you say the owner’s name was?”
 
“Premavati sir. We had deduced by the sperm stained underwear of the victim that he probably had had sex sometime before he was murdered. I suspect it could have been with this Premavati.”
 
“Could the victim have come from any of the other houses in that area?”
 
“Not likely sir. Most of the houses are occupied by families. One house has a group of bachelors sharing it. They are all people engaged in normal profession and house is completely locked up with owners staying in a foreign country.”
 
“Okay, have you made contact with the woman yet?”
 
“I got her number but she didn’t pick up the phone. I’ve got our people tracing her address through the phone registration. I’ll get that very soon.”
 
“Good. I don’t want her to be alerted till we interview her.”
 
“Yes sir. I have one of our men with her servants to make sure they don’t contact her till we meet her first.”
 
After that conversation just a short while ago he was now on his way to meet the Assistant Commissioner. As he passed the area where they had found the body of the victim his eyes had automatically surveyed the area once more. When he turned back to look ahead he noticed a car coming out of the dirt path onto the main road. Immediately his interest was piqued. Who was it that was coming out from this area? That too from where a crime had recently been committed. He asked his driver to speed up. As he got closer he noticed that the car was a new Mercedes Benz. He could make out that there were two people inside the car. A man who was the driver and the passenger beside him seemed to be a woman. He instructed his driver to overtake them and flag them to stop.

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Fantastic twist.

Good update

Nice narration:)

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This is the best narration I've ever read on any such forum

Thank you, appreciate the compliment. But there seems to be poor response to the story. My earlier stories which was just about seduction and sex had a much better response though even in those stories I tried to have a credible storyline. Here I'm trying to include other elements along with the sexual narration but it doesn't seem to elicit much interest. Either it's a reflection of lack of skill on my part and a poor story or readers come on here purely to read sex stories and would look elsewhere if the wanted other type of fiction. Anyway since I started the story I will write to its conclusion. Only thing is I may shorten the story if the response continues to be poor. Thank you once again and to all the others who had taken the trouble to comment.

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My thanks to everyone. It was gratifying to read so many positive comments from all of you. That was very much appreciated and gives me the encouragement to continue with the story. In any case I was never going to abandon the story midway. I always complete my stories but this gives me the inspiration to make greater effort to think through and write a good story. 

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Episode 8

Prakash had noticed the security officer jeep speeding up behind them. He immediately took his hand off Mounika’s thigh which he had been caressing. Mounika was puzzled by Prakash’s action till she saw him looking through rea-view mirror. She turned to see what was behind and was a bit alarmed to see the security officer jeep approaching behind them. Prakash’s instinct was to drive faster and get away from the jeep. His car was much more powerful and could easily outpace the security officer jeep but his number would have been noted and he would have been traced. Or they would have radioed ahead and set up a block. Maybe they were only in a hurry and merely wanted to overtake and be gone. By speeding unnecessarily, he would be inviting suspicion when possibly there was none. Besides why should he panic or try to get away. He had not done anything wrong, hmm …  well strictly speaking having sex with another man’s wife was wrong, morally, but that was not a crime. Anyway, that was the new ruling in law so seducing someone else’s wife won’t lead to trouble with the law only with the husband if caught. He slowed down to let them pass but he was shocked and surprised when the security officer officer sitting on the passenger’s side indicated him to pull over and stop as the jeep overtook them. First time he felt a little panic but his panic was more for the sake of Mounika than himself. She may become distressed by the presence of the security officer especially now so soon after she had just had illicit sex with him. For persons like him who was at that high level in society they held no fear of the security officer. More often than not the security officer treated them with great deference. He just hoped Mounika did not become very uncomfortable. He pulled to a stop brought down the window and waited for the security officer to approach him.

 
Inspector Vajendra got down from his jeep and walked up to the car. His experienced eyes expertly surveyed the two people inside the car. From the car they were driving, the clothes worn by them and by their general look he could easily see that they were very wealthy people. The man was around the mid-twenties or so and the woman seemed to be in the mid to late thirties but again she could be older as women of her class generally looked after themselves quite well. But what he immediately noticed was that they were both attractive people. He was a handsome young man and she was a beautiful woman. Maybe they were mother and son he thought to themselves, her beauty being passed on to the son.
 
“Anything the matter Inspector. Why did you stop us?” Prakash’s voice was matter of fact. It was obvious that he was not perturbed at being stopped. Not the reaction of someone who had done something wrong.
 
Seeing them and the young man’s reaction Vajendra too concluded that these two obviously very wealthy persons probably had nothing to do with crime and had probably some other reason for being in that place. But the woman seemed to be more disturbed. Women, even women of that social class, generally get nervous in the presence of security officer was his experience. Nevertheless, he had been taught not to take anything for granted.
 
“I noticed your vehicle coming out from there,” Vajendra nodded his head to the side indicating from where he had seen their vehicle emerging on to the road. “Any reason for your presence here?”
 
Prakash was relieved to hear that. The Inspector had only seen them only as they had driven on to the road. He had not seen them drive out from behind the heavy brushes. Worst thing would have been if he had snuck up to their car when he and Mounika were fucking. Now that would have been a major scandal.
 
“Why Inspector? Why do you ask? Anything wrong in that?” Prakash asked coolly. This man is rather too cool Vajendra thought looking at him up and down but the man seemed unperturbed by the scrutiny.
 
“That was the scene of a crime recently, just answer me.” Vajendra’s tone was even. These people were not like the servants where he could intimidate them. He really did not know what level of influence they could possibly have. It was better to be courteous as long as he did not suspect them of any wrong doing yet.
 
“Oh, sorry Inspector, I didn’t know that,” Vajendra believed Prakash seemed to be genuinely surprised. All the more reason for him to believe that these two were not involved in anyway, on what had happened.
 
“Yes, that’s why we needed to question anyone having to do something in this area,” Vajendra replied.
 
“I am thinking of developing this area for building houses, this was just a very initial survey,” Prakash lied smoothly. Or rather it was not a complete lie as his family was also involved in the construction business and developing and building flats and houses were in their plans.
 
“Oh… may I know your name and the name of your company?”
 
Prakash gave Vajendra the information he wanted. Vajendra looked meaningfully at Mounika as if to ask who was that.  
 
“Oh, this is my aunt Mounika,” Prakash said. This too was not a complete lie. He did call Mounika aunty in front of his parents and her husband.
 
There was really nothing more he could ask them at this moment, so Vajendra just nodded to them and said,” Sorry for the inconvenience. Have a safe drive back.” If it need be he could always verify as to the truth of his statements. Afterall he had made note of the car registration number.
 
Vajendra walked back to his jeep with a slight frown on his brow. He had noticed that the woman’s face was devoid of any make up but there were indications that there had been make up on quite recently that seemed to have been rubbed or cleaned away. Her saree also seemed to be slightly crumpled. He had also noticed a small red smudge mark on the man’s collar. Probably a lipstick smear? Ordinarily people would not have noticed this but to a person like him, he would not fail to notice small details like this. As he got into the jeep he thought maybe the man Prakash was not entirely truthful. He only had noticed as their car had emerged on to the road. Where could they have been earlier? Their car could have been parked anywhere in that lonely place. There were many places there where even a car as big as theirs could be hidden from view. Was this young man having an affair with that older woman? He had also noticed the Mangalsutra chain around her neck. Well engaging in an adulterous relationship was no longer a criminal offence. So even if they were engaging in illicit sex it was not of his concern. However if they were caught engaging in obscene or any type of sexual activity in public then that would be an offence. But he was not interested in such petty matters now. There were more pressing concerns for him at the moment. He had wasted enough time questioning those two. ACP Dharana was waiting for him, he needed to move as fast as possible.
 
As the Inspector walked away Prakash lay his hand reassuringly on Mounika’s hand. It was cold and he could feel the fingers trembling. She had really become frightened he though to himself. He waited for the security officer jeep to drive away before he started the car.
 
“There’s nothing to worry about Mounika dear, he was just doing some routine questioning,” he spoke calmly and reassuringly.
 
He could still see her breathe with difficult from the stress of the brief encounter with the security officer. He squeezed her hand gently as if to say everything would be alright. He held her by her chin and turned her face towards his. He again gave her a soft smile. Her tremulous lips were an indication that she still had not recovered from the agitation. Ordinarily she wouldn’t have been overly concerned with any encounter with the security officer but these were different circumstances. She had just been engaged in an adulterous sexual activity that too lewd activity in public for the first time in her life. This was the first time she had been disloyal to her husband and only the second sexual encounter outside of her marriage. This was the reason for to become so upset. He leaned forward and gently kissed her lips.
 
“Don’t worry darling, the Inspector has probably forgotten about us by now. He only stopped us because apparently there was a crime committed here recently, otherwise he wouldn’t have bothered about us. It was just an unfortunate coincidence.”
 
She spoke for the first time now saying out what had been in her mind that had troubled her so much. “What if he had come upon us when we were making love in the car. Oh my god think of the shame and scandal .. I would have simply died,” her voice was timorous.
 
The enormity of her actions finally dawned on her. Not the sexual affair as it was wonderful but this dangerous adventure of having sex in the open. What she and Prakash did in the confines of a room was not going to be an issue but this type of risk she took was too dangerous. If she continued the affair without taking any unwanted risk like this then there was only a very, very, minimal risk of discovery. If they confined their love making to only his condominium or on any carefully planned holiday trips then it’s unlikely that their affair will ever be exposed. That was because Prakash’s place was very private with tight security and no one can come in without him being informed first. As far as her husband was concerned he was away often than not giving her ample opportunity to indulge herself in this morally wrong but utterly fulfilling affair. Moreover, her husband had never been restrictive of her movements and she was allowed a lot of freedom. The only aspect she had to be careful about was as far as her children were concerned. Neither her son or her daughter should ever suspect that she had a lover, that too one not of her age but closer to theirs. So, no more of this type of ‘adventure’ she decided firmly. They drove on for sometime while she was immersed in these thoughts. Luckily it was only a minor inconvenience with the security officer and she slowly regained her composure so much so that when their car was unexpectedly crossing the car her husband and his lawyer were in her hand had been rubbing her young lover’s renewed erection over his pants. She was so engrossed in what she was doing and her husband, in his discussion with his lawyer that they both failed to notice each other. Probably the reason why this affair had started in the first place, their failure to take notice of each other. When they had reached the underground parking in Prakash’s condominium complex he parked his car beside where Mounika had parked her car.
 
“Okay dear, I’ll call you again when my husband has left the city. Be patient till then.”
 
“How long will that be?”
 
“I don’t know, maybe a few days sometimes a week or two. That’s what usually happens whenever he gets back on his trips.”
 
“I can’t be without you for that long,” Prakash said with hunger in his eyes.
 
The raw desire and longing in her young lover’s eyes pleased her immensely. That he craved for her so much felt very good. She lovingly stroked his face. “I feel the same my dear but let’s not be reckless. We have all the time ahead for us.”
 
She looked at his forlorn expression in amusement. It had been so long since someone wanted her, desired her so much. It was only in the first few years of her marriage that her husband had that feeling for her.
 
“Don’t worry my dear, even when my husband is here he is mostly very busy during the day and even on the evenings many times. We’ll get the opportunity to be together.”
 
They kissed again for a long minute. “Okay dear, I have to go. My husband had come back suddenly and I shouldn’t be away too long.”
 
“Why don’t you come to my room for a while before you go ..to freshen up,” he added as an afterthought.
 
“To freshen up is it? Don’t give that story, I know what you would want,” she laughed. “You will only exhaust me more I’m not taking the risk.”
 
“You’re so mean Mounika, see the condition you are leaving me in.” Saying this Prakash unzipped his pant and took out his manhood with some difficulty unwinding the fully erect tool. The massive tool was at full attention staring longingly at her face.”
 
Mounika looked at the magnificent specimen of male virility, her tongue unconsciously wet her lips. He’s so smitten with me that he his desires reawaken so quickly she thought proudly. She couldn’t leave her sweet boy suffering like this. She quickly looked around. There were very few cars parked at this time of the day and the place was nearly empty.
 
“Is it fair to leave me like this,” he pleaded echoing what she already had decided in her mind.
 
She reached forward and took his hard, warm flesh in her long slender fingers. She could feel the blood engorged tube throb in her fingers. It was so beautifully shaped and big that it provoked a natural erotic intensity in her.
 
“It’s so beautiful,” she said as she stroked him. Her inner thoughts came tumbling out from her mouth unconsciously.
 
She still couldn’t believe it that the man who had chosen to seduce her and to whom she had given herself to happened to be so well equipped to fulfil all her wants. What if it happened that she had succumbed to the seduction of a man who turned out to be a disappointing lover. She would have given up her precious chastity, one she had safeguarded all these years, for nothing. But her sweet Prakash had not disappointed her. In fact the experience with him had been the most glorious feeling she had ever got in her life. She pulled up his T-shirt and kissed him on his chest. Her mouth sought his nipple and licked and sucked it as she stroked him. Prakash realised that this mature wife was not going to come to his room as he had hoped but was still going to give him a fantastic handjob. He looked at those elegant, beautifully manicured fingers holding his erect manhood. She started with long slow strokes as she continued to tongue and tease his nipple. As her hand gained speed the nail polish because just a blur as she fist-pumped him. His breathing too became erratic as she pleasured him with her hand. He pulled up her head and kissed her as his emotions overtook him. About five or six minutes of her expert stroking had brought him to the edge.
 
“Baby …sss.. I’m going to come.”
 
“Do you want to shoot in my mouth,” she whispered erotically in his ear as she increased the speed of her hand pumping.
 
“No darling, I want to come by your hand,” he groaned as he quickly reached out and pulled out a few tissues and held it close to the tip of his penis.
 
She started sucking his nipple once again increasing his pleasure. “AAaa… yes now … now..” he groaned as they both watched as his sperm shot out like a fountain on to the tissues. She continued to stroke him till there was only a dribble coming out from his tip. Without him asking or expecting she took his cock in her mouth and sucked him clean. The orgasm he had was immensely satisfying. He could not believe that even her fingers held so much joy. This orgasm had been better than what he had experienced while having sex with many of the girls earlier in his life.
 
Ten minutes later she left the place in her car. She had reapplied a fresh coat of lipstick, combed her hair, dabbed on some perfume to mask the smell of having perspired a lot when she had fucked with her lover. She went back home to wait for her husband’s return from his office like a sweet and faithful wife.
 
As Vajendra reached the ACP’s office he got a message from his department that they had traced Premavati’s address through her phone number. He looked at the address indicated. That was an address where the very wealthy resided. It was very rare that anyone in his department had gone on investigations in that part of the city. As he entered ACP’s office Dharana who was waiting for him indicated to him to sit down. Vajendra saluted the ACP and pulled up a chair and sat before him.
 
“Good job Inspector, you were able to pinpoint the likely place the victim was possibly in quite fast.”
 
Vajendra was pleased by the praise he got from his superior officer. Contrary to his initial feelings about the young officer he had to report, he had grown to slowly respect him. ACP Dharana was intelligent, straightforward and most important of all he treated those who reported to him with fairness and courtesy.
 
“That seemed the only likely place sir,” he replied all other houses up to about ten kilometres after the scene of the crime is occupied by families, with either the husband or in some cases both the husband and wife working.”
 
“Did you interview those women who actually remain at home? Maybe the victim had been with one of them. Or it could be one of the working women had taken leave on that day and was with the victim?”
 
“We did check sir. In all instances there were elder family members at home with them. Either the parents in law or parents. On our investigations we found out that at the suspected days of the murder there had been at least one elderly family member at home at that time so we ruled it out as unlikely the victim had been in any one of those houses.”
 
At that time Inspector Vajendra’s phone rang. “Excuse me sir,” he said as he attended the phone.
 
Okay, good, good I’ll check the message,” he said into the phone. He turned around to Dharana after looking at the message and said,” Sir, we’ve got the details on the lead Premavati.”
 
“Yes, I’m waiting,” Dharana replied.
 
“Well this Premavati is actually Mrs. Premavati Yogeshvar. Mr. Yogeshvar is a big time Industrialist. However, the property we investigated is registered only under Premavati’s name. I suspect that Mr Yogeshvar is not aware that his wife has such a cottage in her name.”
 
“You can’t be sure about that can you?” Dharana asked him.
 
“True sir, I could be wrong but I strongly believe the cottage was her private love nest. She probably used it for her own personal affairs. That’s what I deduced from her servant’s evasive answers.”
 
“So Vajendra you think that Vinod and Premavati were having an affair and he had had sex with her before he was ambushed and killed?”
 
Vajendra just nodded.
 
Dharana got up from his chair. “Come Vajendra let’s go give a visit to her.”
 
“I tried calling her earlier but she did not pick up the phone. Shall I call again and tell her to be at home as we would want to talk to her?”
 
“No, Vajendra let’s surprise her,” Dharana smiled.
 
Vajendra hesitated for a moment. Dharana looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Sir, these are very wealthy people. They would probably have influence in high places. Should we alert DCP on this before we interview her?”
 
Vajendra had long years of experience. He had experiences of knowing the difficulty in dealing with people who are influential. Dharana was new and on his first posting. He felt it was his duty to forewarn him. Dharana too realised what Vajendra’s intentions were. He was actually trying to protect him from getting into any difficulties with his superiors. He appreciated Vajendra’s concern. Slowly a bond was developing between the two men.
 
“It’s okay Vajendra. We’ll brief him later. We are still in charge of the investigation. Let’s do what is necessary.”
 
Both Vajendra and Dharana left their office to interview Premavati who was at that very moment just arrived back home from the mall. She did not realise that her peaceful life is going to come under great strain soon.
 
Meanwhile in another home, much more modest than Premavati’s, a woman who was in her late thirties picked her ringing phone.
 
“Has there been any one coming around questioning about the murder,” the voice at the other end asked.
 
“Nothing so far, you don’t have to worry. I don’t think anyone would be able to connect us to the murder, you be careful that’s all that is important,” Sheela said to her brother in law Arun.
 
“I’m safe, you don’t worry. How is Suba,” Arun asked.
 
Suseela looked at her daughter who was intently listening to their conversation. “She’s fine. She is very happy and grateful for what you have done,” and after a little pause Suseela added,” so am I.”
 
“That’s my duty. I have to protect the both of you for the rest of your lives.”
 
“How is the wound? Are you okay now?” Suseela asked with concern.
 
“I’m okay, the wound has healed well. It was only a flesh wound. Even when injured the son of a bitch was able to get off a shot.”
 
“Luckily nothing serious happened. When will you come back here?” Suseela asked.
 
“I think it’s better I stay away another week. I’ll come back if nothing bad comes up. You and Suba be careful,” Arun said once more before he cut off the call.
 
“That was your uncle,” Suseela told her daughter though it was not necessary as her daughter had already guessed that from her mother’s conversation.
 
“I know ma, when will uncle come back? I miss him.” Suba said. The droop of her shoulders, the lifeless eyes spoke of a heart wrenching melancholy.
 
Suseela was at a loss to console her daughter. The events of that wretched day were still strongly etched in her daughter’s mind. Even with the death of the bastard her sorrow still haunted her. This house was a constant reminder of what had happened that terrible day. She had to move to another house, she decided, at least for the sake of her daughter. She’ll have to wait till Arun comes back before she could do that.
 
“I’m going to lie down for ma,” Suba told her mother as she went to lie down on her bed.
 
Suseela did not stop her daughter as her daughter very rarely went out with friends now after that incident. Very often her daughter would spend her time like this, withdrawn from others. Suseela could not blame her daughter, the events of about two years ago was still very crystal clear in her mind. Her daughter was only eighteen at that time. In the prime of her life, a happy and vivacious girl. Her husband Bogan, that is Suba’s father was the feared main henchman of the Gowranga crime syndicate. There was always fierce rivalry between Gowranga and Balveer crime syndicates for dominance. The more powerful and dominant between the two would be able to control the more lucrative criminal activities especially the illegal drug supplies. With Vinod and Bogan being the main strengths of the two gangs there was little to separate them. The rivalled each other in ruthlessness and bravery. They were both valued and taken care of by their respective bosses. There was constant probing from both sides to see if there were any weaknesses that could be exploited. One day such a thing happened that led to the death of her husband.  

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Dude can you gives us a character name list

security officer Personnel.


1.)   Asst. Commissioner of security officer (ACP)– Dharana (Chief in investigating murder of main crime henchman)
2.)   Inspector Vajendra – Assisting the ACP
3.)   Deputy Commissioner of security officer (DCP) – Paul Ebenezer
4.)   Commissioner of security officer – Sanjay
(DCP and Commissioner have only limited role in the story)
 
Crime Members
1.)   Vinod – Ruthless henchmen to Balveer and murder victim.
2.)   Balveer – Crime Lord
3.)   Gowranga – Rival Crime Lord
4.)   Bogan – Gowranga’s main henchman (killed by Vinod)
5.)   Arun – Bogan’s brother and Gowranga’s crime syndicate member – took revenge on Vinod for death of Bogan (his brother).
6.)   Suseela – Bogan’s wife
7.)   Suba – Bogan’s daughter – bangd violently by Vinod.
 
Other Members of story
1.)   Jayakar – Big time Business Magnate (Age 53)
2.)   Mounika – Jayakar glamorous and beautiful wife (age 48). Started an adulterous affair with the young son of her friend Divya. Both, enjoys the sex with her lover and has developed feelings for him.
3.)   Sandhya -Daughter to Jayakar and Mounika. Spoilt brat who is sexually active (age 23)
4.)   Poorvith – Son to Jayakar and Mounika, brother to Sandhya (age 26). (Not introduced into story yet)
5.)   Neela – Poorvith’s girlfriend (age 24) (Not introduced in story yet.)
6.)   Rajesh – Sandhya’s current boyfriend who hopes to charm her and marry her.
7.)   Lekhashree (Lekha for short) Up and coming politician’s wife (age 31). Was having a sexual affair with Vinod purely for sexual gratification.
8.)   Rakesh – Politician and husband to Lekha (age 38)
9.)   Prakash – Successfully seduced the till then faithful Mounika and had embarked on a passionate illicit affair.
10.)Premavati – Rich female with low morals and person who lent her place to her friend Lekha for her to use to have sex with Vinod. (Age 38)
11.)Yogeshvar – Big time industrialist and husband to Premavati (Age 41)
12.)Divakar – Lawyer to Jayakar
13.)Shilpa – ‘Aide’ to Jayakar, primary duty to take care of sexual needs of Jayakar (age 23).
Other characters may come in as the story evolves. Though there are many character, some will only have very minor role to play in the story.  

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Who killed vinod. Interesting narrative.

Killed by Arun and gang but who was the one who ordered it is the question. 

Many thanks to all those who commented. 

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Episode 9

Vinod had managed to bribe one of Bogan’s trusted man who then had secretly drugged Bogan’s drink. The drug had a delayed reaction and its effect would only be felt a few hours later. Vinod had been working on Bogan’s trusted man for a long time to make him turn on his leader but to no avail. Vinod offered him huge amounts of money, drinks, women and even a big position in his own gang but the man still hesitated. Vinod had learnt that the man had ambition to take Bogan’s place. In the gang hierarchy he was next and he would take Bogan’s place if something happened to Bogan. Yet in spite of the desire, fear was still the overriding feeling. There would be no mercy for traitors. A painful death awaited him if he was caught. Vinod spent months in convincing the man to turn on his leader. He assured him that no suspicion would come on him, he would see to that. Not only would he be able to replace Bogan, he would be rewarded very well monetarily too. Finally, the man had succumbed to his greed for power and leadership and had agreed to Vinod’s plan.

 
On that fateful day Bogan had his usual drinks with his men and had come back home late that evening. The houses surrounding Bogan’s house was occupied mainly by his men and at all times two of his men took turns to be some sort of sentry. Hence it would be impossible to launch a sudden unexpected assault to harm Bogan or his men. The approach to their houses was quite exposed and nobody could stealthily advance on them. Moreover, the night sentries remain well hidden and would be attackers would not know that they are being observed.  But not only had the traitor drugged Bogan but he had done that to his men too. So, on that day even the sentries were all in a stupor when the attack began. It had been easy pickings for Vinod and his men. On that day only about half of Bogan’s men were there. Arun, Bogan’s brother was away with the rest on another matter that Gowranga wanted done.
 
Suseela remembered well the events of that day. It was as if it had happened yesterday. The terrible events pf that day had been burnt into her mind. Vinod had kicked open the door as he entered in. Startled from her sleep she immediately shouted out to her husband calling for help but he seemed to be unable to wake up. There was a disdainful look on Vinod’s face.
 
“Don’t bother shouting, no one is going to come to your aid,” he said with an evil laugh. 
 
Suseela felt a chill take over her body. She realised that they were in imminent danger. Where are her husband’s men she had thought at that time in dismay? No one should have been able to breech the security around their house. Following Vinod inside the house was three more of his men. Suseela desperately thought of a way to escape, she could make a break for the back door but how could she abandon her husband and leave him to the mercy of this murderous bunch. Oh god, another realisation came to her. Her teenage daughter was in the other room. Just as this horrible thought came to her the room door opened and her daughter came out rubbing her eyes having been awakened by the commotion. She was in her nightdress. A girl who had just blossomed into a young woman. Suba gave out a shriek on seeing the strange men in her home. One of the men quickly ran up to her gave her a savage slap. The force of the blow sent her collapsing to the ground in a heap.
 
“Shut up you bitch,” the man who had slapped her shouted at her crumpled body.
 
Seeing this violent assault on her daughter, Suseela flew into a rage. “You son of a whore aaargh .. bastard,” she cursed him as she attacked him clawing at his face.  
 
Another man pulled the raging woman away from behind by her stomach and easily overpowered the struggling woman. Meanwhile Vinod and the remaining man went straight to Bogan who still seemed to be in a slumber. Suseela was shocked her husband still didn’t wake up not realising that he had been drugged. While his man held Bogan half upright in a sitting position, Vinod slapped his face a few times trying to bring him to some level of consciousness.
 
“Wake up you son of a bitch .. wake up. You caused me enough trouble always trying to muscle in to our deals. Today I’ll put an end to it.” The anger within Vinod was visible in his face. He was so incensed at Bogan for all the difficulties he had caused to him that Vinod wanted him to be aware that his life was going to be ended. He didn’t want to finish Bogan off while he was still unconscious.
 
Bogan slowly opened his eyes still very groggy. The effect of the drug was such that it was all he could do, he felt like his arms and legs had no strength. He took a few seconds to become aware of what was happening in his home. Seeing that he and his wife and daughter were in danger he tried to struggle up but to no avail. He was just too weak.
 
“Please my wife and daughter have nothing to do with this .. don’t harm them,” he pleaded for mercy for his family.
 
Two of his men were holding the struggling Suseela. It took two of them, much bigger and stronger than her, to subdue her as she found the inner strength that comes only when faced with great danger and in wanting to protect her family.  Somehow she wanted to go to the aid of her daughter and her husband. Her daughter was still lying on the floor in a heap, not moving. Vinod’s intention was only to kill Bogan and get away from there but Bogan had been the only one to thwart many of his plans and actions. No one else had ever been able to do so. The need for vengeance was seething within him. Now a very heinous thought entered into his mind. He must make his rival endure agony for the difficulties and failures he had caused him. He got up and walked to where Suba was lying in a heap. He turned her body till she was lying prone facing upwards. He turned to see if Bogan was still looking at him. He smiled, a smile of pure evil.
 
“No.. no .. don’t,” was all Bogan could shout out weakly.
 
“Arrgh…. Aarghhh… leave my daughter alone,” screamed out the struggling Suseela.
 
One of the men holding her stuffed a large piece of cloth into her mouth stifling her cries. Vinod tore the upper clothes on Suba’s body with one violent tug. The cloth came tearing out into his hands. Suba lay there her young upturned breasts hidden by the bra she wore. Vinod roughly pulled the bra up over her body releasing the breasts from the cups of the bra. The pain from this rough handling caused Suba to regain her consciousness. She tried to struggle up but Vinod easily held her pressed against the floor with just one hand. He pulled her skirt off her body with one hand till except for the pulled-up bra, she was completely naked. Having retired to sleep she had not even worn any panties. Her pubic mound with a week’s growth of pubic hair was exposed to all to see. Instinctively her hands went to cover her modesty.
 
“No.. please.. please…,” “mmpphh… mmpphh…,” Vinod could hear the faint pleadings of the father and the muffled pleadings of the mother who had the cloth stuffed into her mouth.
 
Vinod released his pant belt and pulled off his pant and underwear. He stroked his huge cock till it had become fully erect. He lay on top of Suba with his weight rendering her unable to move from his clutches.
 
“I want this recorded,” he told the man holding on to the helpless Bogan,” I want to see how I bangd the great Bogan’s daughter again and again.”
 
His man let Bogan’s body fall back to the floor as he started recording his chief on his phone. Vinod pulled her legs apart and with one forceful thrust he shoved his entire cock into her vagina. She screamed out in agony. His big phallus went tearing into the dry vagina of the virgin girl breaking her hymen and causing her to bleed. Tears streamed down the cheeks of the father, mother and daughter each in agony caused by their different suffering. For Vinod this was nothing about sex, it was a display of violence, dominance and power. This was not for sexual gratification it was to cause pain and humiliation. He started fucking her violently. From struggling at first after a while Suba just lay limp as she endured the assault on her body and her mind. Her first sexual intercourse which should have been a sweet and memorable experience had turned out to be a horror for her.
 
Vinod was not fucking to please a lover he was fucking for vengeance. There were no niceties in the copulation. A small mercy for Suba was because of that he had finished in about five minutes or so and had shot his load in her. He got up from her body leaving Suba lying there unmoving and sobbing silently. He walked back to where Bogan was lying on the floor, still half naked. Bogan could see the blood from his daughter’s broken hymen still dripping on Vinod’s cock. His mind was filled with rage but his body could do nothing of it. He wanted revenge, to beat Vinod with his bare hands but he was helpless. His spirit was broken. Thankfully for him his life too was extinguished too soon after as Vinod slit his throat.
 
Vinod looked at Suseela and said,” You better keep your mouth shut or your daughter’s humiliation would be shown to the world.” He was reminding the mother that her daughter being violated had been recorded.
 
When Vinod left the place only two people were dead, Bogan and Bogan’s man who had betrayed him by drugging him and his fellow gang members. Vinod didn’t like traitors and this was also a sort of warning to his own men that this would be the only reward for treachery. He also did not kill all the other drugged helpless gang members. The sensationalism surrounding the death of two criminals would fade away in a few days as other news starts dominating in the media. However, the murder of six or seven people would have caused tremendous ruckus in the media. The security officer would be under huge pressure to solve this case. All this would bring unnecessary heat on their own organisation. Moreover, their purpose had been achieved. Bogan was the key. Without his cunning, bravery and penchant for violence leading the men, Gowranga’s organisation would not be so threatening to their own anymore. Sure enough, in the next two years Balveer group started muscling in on to areas which had been under Gowranga and soon they became the strongest crime organisation in the city.
 
Suseela and Suba refused to give any information to the security officer the next day. They both even hid the fact that Suba had been bangd. Bogan’s brother Arun who returned the next day with the remaining gang members protected his sister in law and niece being subjected to pressure by the security officer under the guise of questioning. They were all aware that in their life things like this could happen at any time. Cooperation with the security officer was not acceptable in their code. They have always been told never to trust the security officer. Besides they had always taken care of their own problems. Arun had plotted waiting for the time to take revenge. He could accept the fact his brother was killed, if his brother had had the opportunity he would do the same to his rivals. They accepted it as part of the hazard of their profession but Vinod crossed the line when he lay his hands on a family member who had nothing to do in their business. For that he needed to die but Vinod now had grown too powerful and seemingly untouchable. Arun’s boss Gowranga was not willing to spend or give the resources to Arun to take revenge for the death of Bogan. Another reality became crystal clear to Arun, your boss will only take care of you as long as it benefits him. A dead Bogan was of no use to Gowranga. Besides the Balveer group had grown too powerful and he was not willing to take any risk against them.
 
Frustrations was growing in Arun that he could not avenge his brother. Only three others of the men in the group were loyal enough to Bogan to be willing to stand by Arun’s side but that was not enough to take on Vinod. Arun used to cringe in guilt every time he saw his sister in law and his niece. The suffering they had undergone both physical and mental. The sorrow in their eyes. He should never have left them alone that day. Till now his helplessness made him wrought with guilt. As if an answer to his prayers he was contacted by a mysterious man over the phone. Arun did not know who it was because the only contact with him was when he was contacted on the phone. That man wanted Vinod dead and was willing to spend the money no matter how much as long as it was done. He did not want his involvement in this to be known and therefore he said his identity will always remain hidden. The money Arun required and asked for was always banked into his account. With that Arun set his plan to get Vinod into motion. He could now afford to hire outside people, people from other states to carry out surveillance of Vinod’s activities without raising Vinod’s suspicions. Even then it took seven long months and heavy expenditure before they could get Vinod. The unidentified hirer was both willing to be patient and did not care about the expenditure.
 
This anger and this thirst for revenge was why he took great pleasure in seeing Vinod clobbered to death that day. It was payback for what he had done to his brother and his niece. His sister in law broke down in tears as well as joy as emotions overwhelmed her on hearing that Vinod had been killed. But what frightened her was that her daughter showed very little reaction to what had happened. There was a momentary spark in her eyes when she heard that Vinod had been killed but that news did not pull her out from her misery. Arun had reassured his sister in law that it may take time but Suba would one day slowly but surely overcome her sorrows and be back to her old self. That was what had kept Suseela going on as she looked at her sleeping daughter. 
 
After some hectic meetings and settling on their organisation’s contingencies and course of action Jayakar was finally able to take a break. In his luxurious office he had a separate adjoining room with attached Jacuzzi and shower. He really needed to get relief from the stress he was in. Stress was not new to him it was part of his life and he had long accepted that fact. Dealing with situations where his decisions if not correct could lead to losses in the crores was always going to have this effect. But this is the life he chose so he has to bear the consequences. He sat in his jacuzzi with his head back resting on the edge, eyes closed while warms streams of water was gently massaging his body. With the flight back, the meetings and having finished a glass of fine wine he was almost asleep when he felt a new sensation. He just let himself enjoy that for a couple of minutes without opening his eyes.
 
“Mmmm .. mmmm …,” he murmured in appreciation.
 
He slowly opened his eyes to see the beautiful face of his twenty-three years old aide Shilpa. There were a three of so-called aides in his employ who were officially assigned to do some minor work for the organisation but whose main task was to take care of the boss, namely him. They were his stress relievers. One of the three frequently was part of his entourage when he was on his business trips. These special aides were not permanent but on contract. From time to time they would be replaced by newer ones but they were all always handsomely paid at the end of their contracts. Of the current lot, Shilpa was Jayakar’s favourite. She was especially skilled in the arts of pleasing a man.
 
“How does this feel sir,” Shilpa asked with a smile as her fingers pulled and kneaded the muscles on his thighs.
 
“That feels good Shilpa but go higher,” he said dreamily.
 
Shilpa nodded but she didn’t hurriedly do what her boss told her to do. She knew from experience what would make him enjoy more. She rubbed a long line on his inner thighs with her thumbs applying a bit more pressure now. Jayakar felt the pleasant pain that comes when pressure is applied to tired muscles. She worked on his muscles for a few minutes progressively going higher and higher up his legs, going towards his groin. As she had to reach further up she had to get up on her haunches. When she did that Jayakar had an eyeful of her 34 B sized breasts dangling temptingly in front of him. He had played with those ripe but firm fruits many, many times. She leaned a little more forward as the palm of her right end went under his balls to cup them. The tips of her fingers gently scratched the sensitive extension that started right after the scrotum. With her other hand she squeezed and rubbed the foreskin of his now erect penis with her thumb. Jayakar let out a big sigh of contentment.
 
“Aaahhhh ….. you do that so well Shilpa, nobody can do that better than you?” Jayakar genuinely meant what he said.
 
What he didn’t know was that his close business associate’s son Prakash would strongly disagree with him. For Prakash the one worthy of that praise would be Jayakar’s own wife Mounika. She had done the very same thing with Prakash’s cock just a few hours ago that Shipla now did with Jayakars. Jayakar slid down further in the water and raised his hips slightly. Just the head of his penis poked out from under the water. Now Shilpa did another thing that Mounika had done for her lover. She bent her head down and swallowed the head of Jayakars cock.
 
“Suck baby, suck,” Jayakar said not knowing that someone else had just a few hours ago uttered the same thing to his wife of twenty-eight years.
 
Shilpa sucked using all the skill she had acquired in her young life. She did that so well that there wasn’t any difference in the fabulous pleasure given between someone like her doing it for duty and someone like Mounika doing it because of lust. Shilpa’s face would go in and out of the water as she took more of her boss’s cock into her mouth. Jayakar just squeezed and rubbed her tits as she blew him. After a few minutes Jayakar wanted a different kind of pleasure.
 
“Come Shilpa I want your pussy now.”
 
Obediently Shilpa sat with her thighs over Jayakar’s and moving her groin close to his. She held her boss’s cock and rubbed it on her slit. She had become a little aroused and a little wet by her foreplay with her boss but she had already applied a little lubricant to her vagina to help smoothen the penetration. She moved her hip a little forward and her cunt swallowed the head of his cock. Jayakar just leaned back and relaxed as Shilpa did all the work.  Shilpa slowly started moving her hip back and forth fucking her boss.
 
“Sssss … nng.. nng…,” she moaned more for her boss’s pleasure than her own.
 
Meanwhile after a long relaxing bath Mounika was lying in her bed smiling as she read the messages from her lover. Though they only had fucked once that day he had still exhausted her. Should I get additional energy supplements to cope with the vigorous love making of my young lover she mused half in jest.
 
“Why didn’t you,” she typed back to his message saying, “I should have shot my load into your pussy.”
 
There was a pause before he answered. “I wanted to but we must enjoy first before I make your stomach swell.”
 
She laughed out loud reading this message. She imagined how it would be if she were to be walking around with a big stomach now at this age. Her friends would rib her mercilessly. Maybe Jayakar can go around feeling a bit proud that he was capable of this at this age. But only she would know who was responsible for her condition. At forty-eight years she had reached the age when menopause can start at any time but it had not happened yet and she was still fertile. Maybe her husband’s weaker discharge at his age may not get her pregnant immediately but her youthful lovers copious release and the potency of his discharge would certainly do that. Though she would love to have her young lover’s child as a gift of love for his passion for her, it would be dangerous. It would raise many people suspicions possibly her husbands too. If ever a DNA test was done on the child she would be in an awful lot of trouble. If any suspicion is aroused her husband would most probably do such a test. He wouldn’t want someone else’s progeny become part heir to his wealth.
 
“No way darling .. I’m on the pill.”
 
He sent an emoji with a sad face. She smiled on seeing this. She wondered what if things had been different and she had embarked on an affair about fourteen or fifteen years ago, would she have fulfilled her lovers wish then? She would never know. She had never thought of straying at that time though there were opportunities and temptations. There were many approaches made to her, some from quite handsome men too but she rejected all the approaches. But why now, at this age did she give in to a seducer, that too to someone so young. Maybe she felt life is passing her by and there would always be regret within her that she had missed living life fully. Or maybe there had finally been a man who she was naturally so attracted to that he could breech through all her defences. With a smile she continued to chat with the new love of her life.
 
ACP Dharana and Inspector Vajendra were looking at the nervous guard standing in front of the huge gate.
 
“Is Mrs Premavati in? Tell her we want to talk to her,” Vajendra said gruffly.
 
The guard used the phone at the gate to call the main house and informed about the situation there. After a short while a lady came out on the upper balcony of the house and peered out at them. After a few moments she went back inside. The guard received instructions to let the both of them inside.
 
“That must have been Premavati sir,” Vajendra stated the obvious to his boss.
 
They were led into a big, expensively furbished living room. To call it a living room would be wrong it was almost like a hall.
 
“Please sit sir,” a servant said indicating the sofa,” madam will be coming shortly.”
 
“Wow, what a place sir,” Vajendra whispered to Dharana in awe.
 
Dharana looked at the impressive place and smiled as he replied,” Your salary and my salary put together for the next thirty years won’t enable us to buy a place like this.”
 
“Exactly sir, when your husband can provide you luxury like this then why would a woman like Premavati want to fuck around.”
 
Then realising what he had said Vajendra apologised,” Sorry for the language sir.”
 
“It’s okay Vajendra, I understand. You know the proverb, ‘an idle mind is the devil’s workshop. Well their husbands have no time and their wives like in this case have too much time.”
 
They both stopped their conversation as Premavati came down the stairs. She was an attractive woman who looked around the early to mid-thirties. They were to learn later that she was actually thirty-eight. She had a t-shirt and jeans on. Even in the confines of her own home she had full make up on as if she was out in public.
 
“Yes Inspector, what can I do for you?” she said as she walked up to them. She had the confidant arrogance that the truly rich and powerful had. She was not at all intimidated by the presence of two security officer officers in her home.
 
They had both got up to greet her. Vajendra bridled internally both at her tone and the way she addressed them.
 
“I am Inspector Vajendra but this is Assistant Commissioner of security officer Dharana,” he said emphasising Assistant Commissioner as though that should impress her.
 
“Oh, I see,” she said nonchalantly, she was in no way impressed,” sit down,” she said as she sat opposite to them and crossed her legs.
 
Dharana noted that she used the dismissive term ‘sit down’ instead of the more polite ‘please have a seat’. As far as Dharana was concerned he was not bothered in the least about this nor was he going to be intimidated by this show of power. Premavati who was noting the both of them realised that Dharana was the type that had to be dealt with cautiously.
 
“Tell me then, what is this all about,” she asked again. She was not flustered by their presence because in her mind she had not done anything wrong so why should she fear these low-level security officer officers. For her even an ACP was a low-level officer.  She had even seen Deputy Commissioners get up for her husband.
 
“Madam, do you own this place,” Vajendra asked giving the details of her cottage.
 
“Why do you ask?” Premavati said not answering their question but asking one of her own.
 
“Just answer madam, is that so?” Dharana asked though from the registration of the property they already knew the answer.
 
Premavati thought for a while. If they had traced her here it was likely they already knew the answer. “I think you already know then why ask that?” she said continuing to be stubborn.
 
Dharana sighed. Dealing with this type of people with a highly inflated opinion of themselves was always a pain in the ass. “I know madam but we have to be on record as having confirmed this through our investigations,” he indicated Vajendra who sitting with note book and pen to record what had been answered.
 
“Am I being under investigation? What for??” She said in indignation.
 
“No madam this is in relation to an investigation and we believe you can provide some information on it,” he replied politely.
 
“Me?” the puzzlement on her face was evident for both of them to see. “What investigation is that?”
 
Dharana and Vajendra had a quick look at each other. Each knew what was on the others mind. Vinod’s murder had been in the news for a few days now. If Vinod was her secret lover and had she been with Vinod on that day in the cottage then she would know why they were here and she would have displayed some nervousness at least. But she was completely at ease and seemed genuinely puzzled as to their presence here. Again, when they asked her about the cottage she did not seem to be flustered. If Vinod had been with her in that cottage then she would definitely be nervous when they question her about the cottage. Were they on the right track? This doubt came to both of them.
 
Dharana decided to be direct. “This is regarding the murder of notorious criminal suspect Vinod.” After saying this both of them watched her face keenly to see her reaction. There was only puzzlement on her face.
 
“Vinod? … Vinod?? … hmmm I seem to have heard that somewhere ….,” she mused. Her face suddenly cleared up. “Oh yes, that was in the news recently wasn’t it? What has that got to do with me?”
 
Either they got it completely wrong and she had nothing to do with Vinod or she was a fantastic actress. Dharana decided on the next tack. “We believe he was in your cottage the day he was killed.”
 
This time there was genuine shock on her face not because she had been found out but because this was something she was totally unaware of. “Whaat??? This is unbelievable, what the hell are you saying?” Premavati who had been sitting relaxed, leaning back on her chair suddenly sat up.
 
Dharana and Vajendra realised then itself that Premavati had no connection with the murdered Vinod. “Madam, isn’t the cottage yours?” asked Vajendra.
 
Now in the mental turmoil state Premavati answered the question instead of being evasive like earlier. “Yes .. but I don’t know who this Vinod person is.”
 
“Madam, you have this huge house but why do you have that cottage there? We know you frequent that place once or twice a week.” Seeing her face turn to outrage he quickly continued. “Your servants have already confirmed this?”
 
She had been about to give vent to her outrage but his words stifled her indignation. She was nonplussed as to what to say. She did not know how much or what her servants had revealed. Ramu had not contacted her and briefed her on what had happened. He is going to feel the brunt of my fury when I get to him she said to herself. She was still defiant though.
 
“I don’t see how it could be any of your business,” she said bitingly looking at him angrily trying to cower down him.
 
This was where Dharana showed he was made of sterner stuff. He was not going to be browbeaten by her wealth, influence or whatever. “When it involves a murder investigation everything is our business,” he said quietly but firmly.
 
She hesitated not sure how to respond then after a few moments of thought answered. “I go there for my own needs, my relaxation. There is no law against that is there?”
 
What she said was the truth. She went there for her needs and to relax. What she failed to elaborate was those needs were her sexual needs and the relaxation she got was her needs being fulfilled through enjoyable sex.
 
Dharana could figure out that she didn’t know Vinod therefore it was impossible that she was with him. Yet it seemed likely that Vinod had been there just before he met his death. Another thought struck him, this maybe it he said to himself.
 
“Besides yourself, does anyone else go there? Do you allow anyone else to use the place?”
 
The sudden hesitation the startled look on her face told him he had got it right. Premavati was cursing her friend Lekha in her mind. She had let her use the place. It had thrilled her that Lekha too was sleeping around like her. It had felt like they were co conspirators who had gone one up on their husbands. Whenever she met and spoke to Lekha’s husband she would smile sweetly and engage him in chatter but he did not know the reason for her smile as she spoke to him was her derision that he was a fool.
 
“You dope, while you’re busy another man is shoving his cock into your wife. How she would be belittling you as her lover fucked her,” she would think in delight while speaking to him.
 
She thought this as this was exactly how she poured scorn on her husband as she fornicated with her lovers. She realised that not only it made her more horny when she did this, it also inspired her lovers to fuck her with more gusto. She had a few lovers on a string. She like the athletic type. Especially one with more brawn than brains, after all she wanted them to quench her lust not engage in intellectual conversations with her. Her ‘type’ were the senior college guys or junior executives. She also liked it if they were also well equipped but that was not an essential requirement. In her promiscuous lifestyle since she had become sexually active she had known of many men well equipped but poor lovers. Either they though that their big pricks were sufficient for a woman and did not care to see to their lovers needs or only caused more hurt than joy. Also, there was no rule that a big cock does not suffer from premature ejaculations.  There were also many averaged sized men who were very skilled lovers and who provided immense pleasure to their partners. She was attractive enough to have a few young and handsome lovers to call upon. She had no need for call boys. Along the way some of her lovers lose interest, get married or move away but ready replacements were not so difficult to find.  But this stupid cow Lekha had chosen to start an affair with a criminal. No matter how good the sex could be it was not worth the while to be associated with goons like that.  
Dharana could see that Premavati’s mind was contemplating something. He had to move that along and make her relent and tell them what they wanted to know. “We, have many ways of finding out. Through tracing phonecalls, messages and other means.”
 
They could actually do that but it would eat up more time that they did not want to lose. They could see who Vinod had been in contact with through his phone records and then see who was in that list who also was in contact with Premavati.
 
“We do not think whoever was in contact with him that day had anything to do with his murder. We just need to find out if the victim had inadvertently revealed anything about himself to his lover. We need to ask some questions, that’s all,” Dharana continued reassuringly.
 
Premavati still hesitated. Dharana decided he had to push her some more. “If need be we can expand our circle of questioning … including your husband.”
 
I helped out the bitch when she needed a place to fuck with her lover without any problems but now she has got me into problems Premavati thought to herself angrily. Has she no brains as to what type of safe love to choose? Okay I have no choice now if I don’t what to get into trouble with my husband. I have been putting horns on him without his knowledge. If he gets to know that I don’t know what he will do, I hate to think of that,” she decided.
 
“Yes, my friend also uses the place sometimes,” Premavati was indirectly admitting that she and her friend had been sluts, making out with their lovers secretly in the cottage. It made her feel embarrassed and ashamed to be admitting this to strangers. She cursed her friend some more in her mind.
 
“Who is that?” Both Dharana and Vajendra looked at her expectantly.
 
“My friend Lekha … Lekhashree.”
 
“Who is she?”
 
“She is the wife of Rakesh. Youth wing president of … “ Premavati hesitated some more before mentioning the name of the political party.
 
Dharana and Vajendra looked at each other. This was getting complicated.

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Wow she cleverly put her friend in trap.

Super sago. Meticulously planned.

Nice update bro

Super update

Another interesting story
The way you build up the story Its worth reading multiple times  yr):

Very kind of you to say that.

Excellent update...i am curious about next update

A binge watch worthy series could be made with your screenplay. Thrillingly erotic.

Thank you for appreciating the effort taken.

Super

 My thanks to all.