Adultery Rubika - The woman with the mic

[Professor69]

This story is a work of fiction, and it has no relation to anyone dead or alive. It's written for the sole purpose of entertainment. All the characters appearing in the story are imaginary.

[Professor69]

Prologue

“Bihar?”

“Yeah”

“Either you are kidding or you have simply lost your mind?”

“I think I am thinking most clearly I ever have for the first time in the last 5 years,” Rubika replied calmly. She knew there were going to be some serious repercussions for her decision.

Rubika was a journalist in one of the top Hindi news channels. Just after completing her bachelor's in Mass Communication from Delhi University, she joined the news channel as an intern, and she got the job after the internship.

She was 28 years old now and happily married to Rehan. Though it was an arranged marriage but they loved each other very much. She always thought herself to be very lucky to get a very loving and caring husband like Rehan. He was working as an accountant in the Indian Railways.

Rubika always thought she had all she ever wanted: a husband who loved her so much and a job in a respected and top channel. They were very well in the financial aspect, but still there was something bothering her. Though she had a job but she was not satisfied as she always wanted to work as a ground reporter. She wanted to be a journalist who raises the real issues of the common people.

The initial years of her married life were full of a lot of sex and happy moments with her husband. But when her mother-in-law moved in with them after the death of her father-in-law, things started to change. She missed the privacy she used to enjoy with her husband before her mother-in-law moved in. It was still manageable for her, but the situation worsened for her when her mother-in-law started demanding grandchildren, and she was also against her working. Things had escalated to a point where It was unbearable for Rubika. She was tired of listening to her taunts.

She was looking for a break from all this, and the Bihar election could not have come at a better time. Her channel was sending a team of journalists to cover the Bihar election from the ground. She was more than happy to join the team as it serves two purposes for her: she can get time away from her toxic mother-in-law, and she can also complete the long-lost dream of working as a ground reporter.

“I don’t think Mom will like the idea of you going to Bihar. Besides, I also don't think it will be safe for you to go there, as a lot of terrifying news comes from there,” Rehan tried to convince her.

“I have made up my mind, and now I am not going to listen to any bullshit of your mom not liking it or not.” Rubika replied firmly as she packed her bag, “ You can use this time to tell her that it was our mutual decision not to have children and enjoy our life. Why should I take all the blame?”

~

“It is confirmed, sir,” Munna said in a low and sad tone.

“How can that stupid CM dream of cutting my ticket and not allow me to contest. I am a two-time MLA, and this time I was going to complete the hat trick of wins.” Prakash Yadav roared.

“Sir, CM sir has decided not to field any contestant who has cases of corruption against them, and also many young woman leaders have complained of molestation against you.”

“I never molested any woman; those horny bitches themself come to me to get fucked so that I promote them. But if they want to play a dirty game, then I will also play dirty,” Prakash Yadav said as he rubbed his cock.

[Professor69]

Chapter-1

Rubika felt a sense of relief when she reached Patna airport. During the flight, she was in a dilemma about whether her decision was right or not. But once she reached Patna, she made clear to herself that she was not doing anything wrong. It was part of her job, and she didn’t want to be left behind just because she was married.

Her news channel has selected a team of 20 reporters to cover the Bihar election. She used to anchor a 30-minute show called “Sahu, bahu and drama” which covered Bollywood and daily soap updates. She was not sure how she was going to cover the Bihar election, as it was her first experience in election reporting.

Her news channel has booked a whole floor in a top hotel of Patna for the whole team of reporters and editors. After checking in her room, she got a message on WhatsApp group, named “Bihar Election Team,” that the Editor has called a meeting in one hour. She took a quick shower and got ready for the meeting.

She took a glance at herself in the mirror when she was all ready for the meeting. She was wearing a white cotton shirt with blue denim jeans. Her ID card was hanging over her breasts. She was 5 feet tall, which enhances her moderate 34B boobs and makes them look bigger.

She had put of some weight after her marriage, but it had only made her more attractive. Her thick thighs and big ass was the center of attraction among her male colleagues. Many even tried to flirt with her, as it is very common to have an affair among colleagues in a corporate environment. Most of her colleagues were having flings or affairs, but she never responded to any advances since she didn’t want to cheat on her husband.

She loved her husband as he had always taken good care of her and never misbehaved with her. But things have changed since her mother-in-law moved in with them. She thought they started to fall apart as the intimacy decreased due to constant tension. Maybe this distance will give them a break from all that tension, and things will get back to how they were.

The meeting ran for about an hour, during which the Editor explained what exactly was expected from each member of the team. Many Bhojpuri actors, actresses, and singers were about to contest in the election, so Rubika's sole responsibility was to cover these superstars. The editor specifically pointed out that, since it was the time of social media, reporters were asked to look for the content that could go Viral on social media. Nobody wants to see real issues; people are only interested in controversies and viral content.

“The Election Commission will conduct the press conference tomorrow to announce the dates for the election, and the day after that, our news channel has organized a Media conclave where all the top leaders of Bihar will come, so only after two days, you all will leave for the ground reporting.” The editor concluded. After that, everyone left for the dining hall.

“Hello” Rubika got a call from her husband, Rehan, just as she entered the dining hall.
“You reached”
“Yes”
There was a silence for about a minute after that. Rehan spoke, “ Don’t you want to say something?”
“What am I supposed to say?”
“You just left like that without even asking for permission from mom; she is very upset since you left,” Rehan blurted out.
Rubika was expecting that Rehan would encourage her and wish her good luck for her assignment, as he always has done, but she got furious when he talked about her mom rather than asking how she was feeling.
“Permission? Permission!!!!! Who the hell does your mom think she is? I am an independent working woman, I don’t need anyone’s permission to live my life,” Rubika replied, her every word was filled with anger. She didn’t want to start an argument with him, so she cut the call and put her mobile on silent mode. She was very disappointed with her husband's behavior. She had no expectation from her mother-in-law, but she wanted respect and comfort from her husband, which was missing.

Her mood was ruined. She didn’t want to eat anything. She felt an urgent need for fresh air, so she left the dining hall and came out of the hotel, and started walking. It was her way of dealing with such type of situation. She was walking aimlessly on the patna’s crowded road when she heard someone calling out to her.

“Rubika? Is that you?” She turned back to see who it was. A 30-year-old man was standing in front of her. His face seemed familiar to her, but for a moment she couldn’t remember who he was but then memories hit her, and she remembered who he was.

‘Abhishek’ her senior in the mass communication course at Delhi University. She, as well as other girls of her class, had a huge crush on him back in college days.

[behka]

good start continue

[Blackdick11]

You’ve picked a perfect topic for your story! especially now, with election fever running high in Bihar, every street corner is buzzing with nothing but politics.

[couples2k9]

Good start plss continue

[Bakchod Londa]

Pretty good start, keep it up & congratulations on your debut story!

[Professor69]

good start continue

You’ve picked a perfect topic for your story! especially now, with election fever running high in Bihar, every street corner is buzzing with nothing but politics.

Good start plss continue

Pretty good start, keep it up & congratulations on your debut story!

Thank you all for the encouragement.

[Professor69]

Chapter-2

There he stands in front of her. The man who was so popular among the girls in college, not for her looks or body, but for her intelligence and revolutionary thinking about the way media reporting should be. Despite coming from a Zamidar (land lords)  family, he always lived a very modest life; even now, he was wearing a plain t-shirt and old faded jeans with chappals.

Rubika felt like a college girl again. Her heart beat raced up as she found her college crush standing in front of her after so many years. She quickly remembered how girls from her batch used to flirt with him all the time, but he never showed any interest in those girls since he already had a Bengali girl, Richa, as her girlfriend, and he was very loyal to her.

“What are you doing here?” Abhishek finally asked when he saw Rubika in deep thought.

His voice brought Rubika back to the present, and she quickly replied, “I am here to cover the Bihar election.” She grabbed her ID card, which was hanging over her boobs, and showed it to him.

“It's so nice to see you working in a big news channel. If you don’t mind, there is a coffeehouse around the corner. Let's have a cup of coffee together and discuss what's up with our lives,” Abhishek offered. Rubika was more than happy to spend some time with the man who was part of diffrent type of fantasies among her batchmates.

~

“So, how long are you going to be in Bihar?” Abhishek asked once both of them got settled in their chairs.

“Well....., I... will be covering the whole election process, so Next month and a half, Bihar is going to be my home. For the first time, I am covering an election from the ground and showing the Real Bihar to the whole Country, so I am very excited.” Rubika replied cheekily; she felt like she was on a date with her crush.

“That sounds so interesting, but I am afraid you won't be able to do that,” Abhishek said.

“Why so?” Rubika asked.

“Because the type of coverage TV media is doing these days can hardly be called ground reporting.” Abhishek paused to sip his coffee, then he continued, “The Only Thing TV media do in the name of ground reporting is to visit famous eating joints and cover famous food items and do interviews with top leaders, but that is not Bihar. Real Bihar lives in rural areas, who face the most difficult situations and live miserably. You will find real issues in Villages, not in the city. All you TV reporters do in to chase Viral content.”

There was a moment of silence after Abhishek’s monologue.

“I completely agree with you, it's sad, but that's how TV media work these days,” Rubika said.

“I know that's why I have an offer for you.”

“Offer? It seems you are up to something. What is it?” Rubika asked; she was very curious.

“Well, I joined a top TV media house after completing my graduation in mass communication. I wanted to show real issues, but they expelled me, saying that ‘their channel was not the right kind of platform for the type of reporting I wanted to do’, i guess what they actually can’t say was that they didn’t want to upset the people who are in power. That's how TV media works, talk positively about the government and don't ask tough questions.” Abhishek looked very angry with the TV media. He took a few moments to compose himself.

“When I got no support from TV media houses as they kind of blacklisted me, so then I started my own YouTube news channel, where I report the real issues and expose corruption.” Rubika noticed Abhishek's voice glow when he started talking about his YouTube channel.

“You always were a rebel, fighting against the system,” Rubika said.
“Yeah, that's what gives me satisfaction.”

“You said you had an exciting offer for me?”

“Yeah, I am going to cover real Bihar, the rural Bihar, and on the way I will expose many corrupt politicians, so miss Rubika, do you want to join me in this journey?” Abhishek asked.

“Well....yeah...but...” Rubika was confused about what to say.

“I know, you have your job. I am not asking you to quit your job. You can travel with me, do your TV reporting in the morning, then we can do actual ground reporting by reaching out to the poor people of Bihar and do some sting operations on dirty politicians. I don't want you to rush to any decision; take your time.” Abhishek suggested.

“Yes, I would love to join you in the mission of true investigative journalism.” Rubika was more than happy to agree with his plan, but she was not sure whether she actually wanted to do real journalism or if she secretly wanted to spend some time with her college crush.

[Blackdick11]

“Yes, I would love to join you in the mission of true investigative journalism.” Rubika was more than happy to agree with his plan, but she was not sure whether she actually wanted to do real journalism or if she secretly wanted to spend some time with her college crush.

Why not killing two birds with one stone — journalism for her channel and spend some time with her college crush.

[Professor69]

Why not killing two birds with one stone — journalism for her channel and spend some time with her college crush.

Thanks a lot for the encouragement.

[Bakchod Londa]

Rubika? And real journalism? Since when?

(by the way, the comment above refers to Rubika Liyaquat from News18 India.)

[PELURI]

very contemporary plot...interesting as scope exists for lots of carnal action....while the heroine is educated from Delhi and is a journalist...but why is she merely 5ft with thick thighs and fat gaand...like a chapri ghavar .....such a huge disappointment...

[PELURI]

very contemporary plot...interesting as scope exists for lots of carnal action....while the heroine is educated from Delhi and is a journalist...but why is she merely 5ft with thick thighs and fat gaand...like a chapri ghavar .....such a huge disappointment...

author professor69 to set this right....make the heroine intelligent , active , vivacious, and a senseous and beautiful woman with sharp features....we all want to lust and dream of her

[Professor69]

Chapter-3

Prakash Yadav was sitting on a luxury sofa in his grand farmhouse. There was another man, Bablu, who runs Prakash’s illegal liquor business, sitting across from him. There was an open bottle of whisky on the center table, and both men had a glass of whisky in their hands.

“So, what have you decided about this?”

“Don't worry about it, CM can think what he wants to think, but an election can’t be won by just good thinking. You need money to campaign and win the election, and that money comes from people like us. To keep doing the good work, he needs to be re-elected first, then only the CM can keep doing all the developmental work he is doing,” Prakash said.

“But there was news of you joining the opposition party?” Bablu asked as he gulped down another sip from his glass.

“That's all rumour, nothing but pressure tactics to remind CM that I have all my options open,” Prakash said with a smirk.

After that, Prakash Yadav got up from his sofa and went to the master bedroom on the 1st floor.

“You again bring a college girl?” Munna, right-hand man and personal secretary of Prakash Yadav, asked Bablu as soon as he heard the sound door closing.

“Why? What happened?” Bablu asked.

“Don’t act like you don't know anything. Have you forgotten what happened to the last college girl you brought here? Prakash Jii is a monster in bed. He has this huge cock and never-ending libido, which only a married and well-experienced woman can handle. Now wait and see what he is going to make out of this college girl.” Munna said as he looked tense.

~
As Prakash entered the bedroom, he looked at the girl sitting on the king-size bed. She was wearing a black crop top with matching black jeans. She had a very fair skin color, slim figure with round, hard boobs, and she was wearing a big size rectangular glasses.

“Are those glasses real, or are you just wearing them for the aesthetic?” Prakash asked as he poured some whisky into his glass.

“They are fake..... but I just like to wear them,” The girl replied.

“What's your name?” Prakash asked as sattled beside her on the bed. Now they were sitting side by side.

“Anjali”
“How old are you?”
“19, but why are you asking these questions?” Anjali sounded annoyed. She came here because she needed money; she was not interested in talking. She lost her virginity as a teenager, and since then, she has been very sexually active and has had multiple boyfriends. Those boys satisfied her sexual urges and took care of her expenses, but since she had huge dreams and very expensive hobbies, she wanted more money. That's when she started working as an escort for rich people. Her customers were mostly old men. Though she was just 19 years old, she was very proud of her sexual skills.

“I am asking because I’m not sure whether you will be able to handle me or not?”
“Don’t worry about that, let's see what you can do,” Anjali said. Her tone was a mix of pride and taunt.
“Okay. Let's start if you are so sure,” Prakash said, leaned forward to kiss her, but he got irritated with her behaviour when she leaned back.

“What's happened?” Prakash was completely annoyed.
“Nothing, just don’t kiss me on the lips,” Anjali replied.
Listening to this, Prakash’s anger had no limit now, and he started shouting at her – “Why? You arrogant Gen Z generation girls, love to wear black clothes all the time, but you don’t like kissing a black man. Till now, I was behaving nicely because you are just a 19-year-old college girl, but let me now show you what I am capable of,” saying this, Prakash pushed Anjali on the bed and got on top of her.

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He started sucking Anjali’s soft pink lips while holding both her hands above her head with his left hand so that she couldn’t push him away. His hand soon grabbed her boobs over her top, and he started squeezing them with all his might.

Anjali immediately recognized that she had made a big mistake by hurting the ego of this ugly-looking man.

Finally, when Prakash got up from Anjali, her lips looked swollen, and some blood was coming from the corner of her lips. Anjali was taking deep, long breaths when she saw Prakash tear her crop top with one swift move of his strong hands. Now her boobs were out in the open, which had become completely red and had many scratch marks due to the assault they faced from the hard hands of Prakash.

Anjali’s eyes almost popped out when she looked at Prakash, who was standing naked in front of her now. A lump formed in her throat as she observed his cock. It was nothing like she had ever witnessed before in her life. It was almost 10 inches long with a girth as wide as her wrist. Anjali knew at that moment that tonight she was going to be stretched like she never had.

“Liked what you saw?” Prakash asked, stroking his penis with his right palm. He was very proud of his moster cock.

“I don’t think I can handle it. Please let me go. I will return all the money you gave me.” Anjali pleaded.

“That's not an option now. If you have not misbehaved with me, then I may have considered your request, but an arrogant bitch like you needs a good lesson. You are a bitch, and I will fuck you like a bitch get fucked, but before that, take my cock in your mouth.”

Poor Anjali had no option but to do as Prakash said. She grabbed his cock in her right hand. It was so thick that she couldn’t get her palm all around it. If I cooperate with him, maybe his anger will subside and he will not behave roughly with her.

Thinking this, Anjali opened her mouth and got her tongue out and started licking the head of Prakash's big cock.
“aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...........Very good....you bitch....just like that” Prakash blurtted as he felt a wave of pleasure run through his body.

When Anjali noticed Prakash had closed his eyes and was enjoying, she thought her trick was working. She then took his cock as much as she could in her mouth and started sucking him. She was trying to take as much of his cock in her mouth as she could, but still more than half of his cock of outside.

“oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... take... it... all..... You bitch” Prakash ordered.

“I am trying, but I think.....I can’t take more than that,” Anjali replied after taking his cock out of her mouth.

“You think?”
“yeah”
“What happened? You were talking very big and making fun of me, not you can’t even take my cock fully inside your mouth,” Prakash mocked her.

Anjali didn’t reply to that but only kept looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Let me show you how it's done.” Prakash grabbed Anjali by her hair and pushed his penis in her mouth until it completely disappeared in her mouth.

Anjali felt that most of a cock was entering her throat, due to which she was not able to breathe. She then started pushing Prakash away so she could get some air, but he was too strong for her. Tears started rolling down her face. She thought she was going to die today, as the room became darker and darker, and then suddenly she felt a sense of relief when he took his cock out of his mouth.

“Now get on all fours and let me fuck you like a bitch” Prakash roared.

“I can’t, I am feeling very weak,” Anjali replied. Tears were rolling down her face.

Prakash then unbuttoned her jeans and removed them from her legs. Now she was lying in front of him wearing a tiny black lacy panty. He grabbed her from the waist and turned her on her stomach, and then pulled her ass back. Now Anjali’s head and hands were lying on the bed while he positioned her in doggy position in front of him.

Prakash had this weird fantasy. He only loves to fuck from behind in doggy position. For him, all the girls and women were bitches and they needed to fucked like that only.

Chatttttttttttttttakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk......................Prakash slapped Anjali’s ass very hard.

“You....bitch....take my cock in your fucking cunt” saying this, Prakash tore apart Anjali’s panties and then pushed his enormous cock inside Anjali’s pussy. He fucked her hard and kept slapping her ass cheeks harder.

“aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...........oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........................ummmmm...............uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Anjali’s pain-filled moans were reverberating all around the form house.

~
“Let's just hope that poor girl comes out alive in the morning,” Munna said to Bablu, who was opening another bottle of whisky now.

[Blackdick11]

Doesn’t look like she’ll be able to handle this monster till morning. poor Anjali, her overconfidence really cost her this time.

[pussyloverr]

its getting very interesting

[Professor69]

Rubika? And real journalism? Since when?

(by the way, the comment above refers to Rubika Liyaquat from News18 India.)

Doesn’t look like she’ll be able to handle this monster till morning. poor Anjali, her overconfidence really cost her this time.

its getting very interesting

Thank you all for encouragement

[Professor69]

Chapter-4

Rubika flinched as cold water hit her face. She was standing naked under the shower. Last night she hardly had any sleep as she kept tossing and turning in bed. She needed this cold shower to calm all the vivid thoughts that troubled her all night.

Last night, after dinner, she messaged Abhishek that she was ready to work with him, to which Abhishek had instantly replied, asking her room number, saying that he would like to meet her at 12 PM the next day to tell her the next plan of action.

Rubika felt a rush of blood as she read that Abhishek wants to meet her in her hotel room. Though they were meeting for a work-related thing but she felt very excited, maybe because she was exploring something she had never done in her life. She kept thinking that accompanying Abhishek would be very thrilling. She kept reminding herself that it meant nothing else, though she didn’t know if she was fooling herself.

She took her time to clean herself. First, she picked up shampoo from the rack and applied shampoo to her black thick hair and cleaned it well. As she was about to pick body wash, her eyes lingered over hair removal cream. She picked it up and started applying cream on her hand, and when she bent down to apply cream on her legs, she noticed her pubic hair had grown up since she had not cleaned them due to her period.

‘Am I getting ready especially for Abhishek’ a thought came in Rubika’s mind when she was applying cream over her pubic hair.

‘It’s nothing like that, I am just following a basic hygiene routine. It has nothing to do with the fact that I am meeting with Abhishek’ she said to herself, and she turned on the shower again.  

~

Rubika came out of the bathroom wrapped in a soft pink towel, and another white towel was wrapped around her wet hair. She glanced at the watch; there were only 10 minutes left for the clock to hit 12 PM.

She hardly had any time to get ready. She quickly plugged the hair dryer into the plug and started drying her hair.

Rehan, her husband, had not called since their heated argument 2 nights ago. She felt hurt. Though she showed anger toward him but all she wanted was for him to understand her, talk to her, and assure her that no matter what, he would support her.

But as it is with almost all men, Rehan too never understood what her wife wanted from him. He thought maybe things would get back to normal if he gave Rubika some space. Her anger will subside when she gets busy with her work. He didn’t have any idea that he was making a huge mistake. He had complete faith in his lovely wife, Rubika, because in 5 years of their married life, she had never done anything that made him doubt her, but what he failed to realize was that time and circumstances make people do things that they don't even know they can do.

Rubika put one of her suitcases over the bed and opened it to see what she should wear. Ever since her mother-in-law moved in with her, she has had to wear traditional clothes at home. So she packed many of her dresses, shorts, and skirts for this trip.

She threw the pink towel wrapped around her body on the bed and started tossing her clothes. She was lost in her thoughts and humming some romantic song while checking her clothes, when the sound of the doorbell startled her.

She looked at the clock and then towards herself. It was exactly 12 PM and she was standing naked. She hastily wrapped her pink towel back back on her freshly washed body and went towards the door. The towel was hardly able to cover her boobs and was exposing most of her smooth, thick thighs.