Adultery Secret Temptations – by The Author

[The Mask Editor]

Secret Temptations – by The Author

Dipti was feeling uncomfortable. Unwanted wetness between her legs was troubling her. She was surprised that her body was reacting in such a manner to the lustful glare; an old man was giving to her frequently. What had gotten into her? Damn. Ramesh shouldn’t know this; otherwise she would die of shame. Oh God why did you send this dirty old man into our compartment.

Dipti stared at Ramesh. He was engrossed in conversation with a man who was with them from Mumbai. He was in full form. She knew that once he gets started it was difficult to stop him. From politics to cricket, he was expressing his views on each subject like an expert. Clearly he wasn’t even aware of the lewd glances an old man, who boarded the train from urga, was passing to his wife. There was no way for him to know the wetness between her legs.

Dipti and Ramesh were travelling in the second AC of Nandigram Express. They were returning from their second honeymoon from Mumbai. They were happy and ready for the new city. Two weeks ago when Ramesh had got transfer orders from Delhi to Nagpur both had gone into deep depression. They didn’t want to move out of the Delhi. Even thought of moving to another city was unpleasant. But they decided to face the situation. They planned second honeymoon to get away from the tense situation and it proved out to be a prudent decision. Now after loving honeymoon they were seeing the things from different perspective. Now Nagpur didn’t seem strange and distant. They were ready to embrace new city.

Leaning toward Ramesh, Dipti whispered, “I’m going to washroom.” Ramesh gave her a flaunting glance and nodded. Slowly she rose from the seat and stepped out from the compartment. She knew that old man was watching her every move.

When she stepped out from the washroom she found old man outside. He was behaving as if he was waiting for his turn. She looked at the opposite washroom. It was unoccupied. Holy shit … he was waiting outside for her. But why?

Ignoring him she stepped past him.

“Excuse me miss!”

Dipti’s heart skipped a beat. She had not expected him to speak to her like this.

“I’m not Miss, I’m Mrs.” She managed to utter.

“Oh pardon me for my mistake. Of course you are Mrs.?”

“Mrs. Ramesh Gupta.”

“So nice of you, but I’m interested to know your name. Identity of such a beautiful woman as you are should be kept independent, don’t you think.”

She flushed deeply. Old man was expert in flirt.

“I have to go. My husband is waiting.”

“He’s lost in the affairs of the world honey. He hasn’t got time for you.”

Honey? She was surprised to hear honey from him.

“No it’s not like that. We are returning from our honeymoon and he had given me full attention there.”

“Full,” He grinned.

“Yes!” she said.

“How many time he screwed your pussy in a day.” He whispered.

She stared at him like a dumbfounded. She was shocked to hear such a thing from this total stranger.

She swallowed the knot in her throat and said, “I-I beg your pardon.”

“Yesterday I fucked girl of your age thrice. Tell me how many times your husband fucked you yesterday.”

She stared at him for a second and then rushed back to her compartment. There was no way for her to continue such a conversation with him. Ramesh was still busy with the man. She checked her mobile for time. 2:45 p.m. Train was about to reach Nagpur. Old man came and sat silently in front of her. She kept her eyes on mobile for rest of the journey.

When train stopped everyone rose to gather their luggage. Ramesh was pulling the suitcase out which were parked under the seat. Old man came near to Dipti and whispered, “Your mobile number?”

She ignored him and decided to help Ramesh instead who was struggling with the suitcase.

After five minute when she stepped out at the platform along with Ramesh she stared in every direction. Old man was nowhere to be seen. She took a deep sigh of relief. But now that he was gone she figured the hidden aspect of herself. She had known it little bit but not fully. But now it was crystal clear. She loved the attention of man. She loved the way old man was staring at her with hungry eyes. She was so thrilled by the situation that her pussy became wet immediately. People might have stared at her like that before too but so far she hadn’t noticed. Should she share this finding with her loving husband? She thought for a moment then decided against it.

Taking a taxi both reached Dhantoli. it was one the great residential area of Nagpur. Jayant Munde, colleague of Ramesh, had already arranged house on rent for them there. When they stepped out of the car, Jayant Munde was waiting for them and he greeted them with smile.

“You took so much pain for us Jayant, thank you so much,” Ramesh said.

“Oh come on Ramesh, it was nothing. Hope you like the house.”

“We will Jayant. Meet my wife Dipti,” he said and then turning to Dipti said, “Dipti he’s Jayant, the man who has arranged such a beautiful house for us.”

Dipti nodded to greet Jayant and stared at the house. It was indeed beautiful.

When they stepped into the house following Jayant they found it even more beautiful. Living room was spacious and was furnished with stylish furniture. Dipti checked the bedroom, it was furnished too.

“It’s great Roshan,” Dipti said with excitement.

“All credit goes to Jayant.” Ramesh said.

Dipti flashed a smile to Jayant and said, “Thank you for arranging such a beautiful house for us.”

“I’m glad that you liked it. Owner of the house sh. Harish Shinde lives right next door. He also came by Nandigram Express. He’s coming.

Just then a voice came from outside. “Jayant!”

“He’s here.” Jayant said and went to main door to receive him.

When Harish Shinde stepped through the doorway into the house Dipti’s face turned pale. He was the same old man who had troubled her into the train.

“Oh what a great coincidence Shinde ji we were in same compartment.”

“Indeed,” Harish Shinde said and stared teasingly toward Dipti. “I hadn’t thought that such a beautiful couple is heading to grace this house of mine. I’m privileged to have you here. Stay here as long as you want and consider it as your own house.”

“So nice of you Shinde ji, I’m Ramesh Gupta and she is my wife Dipti.”

“It’s great to know two of you. Let me warn you, I live alone next door and I might drop here now and then.”

“That would be great Shinde ji. Your company would always be appreciated here,” Ramesh said. “Isn’t it Dipti.”

“Y-yes of course,” Dipti stammered.

“Okay then, let’s celebrate with a cup of tea. I’ll make it myself,” Harish Shinde said.

“No-no don’t bother about that Shinde ji, Dipti will manage everything. She is very good cook,” Ramesh said.

“Is that so?” Shinde said.

Feeling uncomfortable due to presence of Shinde, Dipti drifted silently to the kitchen.

“Yes. Come in the evening, we will have dinner together,” Ramesh said.

“That would be great. Excuse me for a minute … let me guide Dipti about whereabouts of tea and sugar.”

“Oh sure,” Ramesh said.

Dipti was listening everything from the kitchen. Her heart started pounding hard inside her chest.

“Oh you already found tea and sugar. I’ll bring milk from my home.”

“Thank you Shinde ji.”

“When you didn’t give me your mobile number I thought that I lost the opportunity to fuck such a beautiful woman. I didn’t know that you were coming in my house. We’ll have great time here.”

“Shinde ji please I’m not that type of woman … you know what I mean.”

“Every woman needs a great fuck. You can’t be different.”

“I’m different. I’ll never ever cheat my husband. Moreover I’m happy with him. I don’t need anyone else.” Though she said it but inside she was enjoying the way his eyes were roaming upon her breasts but she didn’t let it appear on her face.

“You’ll change your opinion.”

“How can you be so sure about that?” she said with a teasing smile. She knew she would never open her legs for him. Poor old man was wasting his time.

“Smile as much as you like but one day I’ll fuck you hard and nice.”
“Good joke Shinde ji. Can I have milk now?” Dipti said.

“It would be really great experience to get into your pussy,” he said and went out of the kitchen.

Dipti drew a deep breath. She was wet again. It was fun teasing the old man but she decided that she would keep things under check.

Next day at around 11 in the morning door bell rang. Dipti was in the living room, reading newspaper. Ramesh had left for the office at 10 and now she was all alone. She was sure that it was Shinde on the door. Given his intentions which he had made already clear to her it was risky to open the door. Ignoring the bell she kept glued to the sofa. Door bell rang again but she didn’t budge from her seat. When bell rang again for the third time she rose from the sofa, her face pale with anxiety.

I’ll not open the door.

When the bell rang again, with hesitant steps she walked to the door and swallowed and said, “Who is it?”

“It’s me Vicky.” A voice spoke from outside.

“I don’t know any Vicky go away,” she said.

“Our ball is on your roof, please let me fetch it or you fetch it for me.”

Certain that it was not Shinde outside Dipti opened the door and found young man standing there. He seemed around 20 or 21, handsome and smart.

“How did your ball get on my roof,” she asked.

“Sorry ma’am I was betting and …”

“Okay … okay wait here I’ll get your ball,” she said.

When she was stepping down the stairs with ball in her hand she noticed that her boobs were jumping up and down on her chest. Since she was in top this up and down motion was visible in quite a profound manner. Fearing that young man might also notice it she stared at the door and she found that her fear was true. His eyes were glued to the jumping balls on her chest. Perhaps he had totally forgotten about his real ball for which he had come here at the first place. Whole situation thrilled her to the core. Her face became red like a rose. Holding her gaze to the floor she reached to the door.

“T-take it … and … and be careful next time,” she said holding the ball in her hand.

He grabbed the ball. His fingers touched hers as he did it. Wave of thrill travelled through her.

“ma’am, can I have a glass of water please.”

Clever boy … He wants to see my jumping boobs again.

“Oh sure, wait a second.”

As she walked she felt his eyes on her buttocks. To confirm she turned around to look at him. She was right again. His eyes were feasting on her buttocks. She gave him a smile and turned back and disappeared into the kitchen.

When she was pouring water in the glass she got an idea. Placing the glass on kitchen cabinet she grabbed her top from below and gave it a hard pull. Her deadly cleavage emerged. Now this young man will jump into this cleavage and will die into it. Picking the glass she headed back to the door. Her heart was pounding hard. She had never done such thing before. But whole thing was turning her on beyond her imagination.

She looked at the boy. Effect was natural. He was spellbound at the show she was giving to him.
“Here,” she said.

He grabbed the glass and she felt that he deliberately touched her fingers this time which made her blush. She stole a glance at him. His eyes were trapped in her cleavage. She smiled silently.


He emptied the glass in one go as if he was thirsty for a long time. “Thank you ma’am, you are so nice.”

She figured from his face that he was reluctant to go. “Okay, have a nice game.”

“Thank you … thank you ma’am,” he said turned to go.

Dipti closed the door quickly and stood leaning against it. She was surprised on herself. She had never done such thing before. It was weird but somehow to some reasons she was feeling great thrill out of it.

Pulling away from the door dipti drifted slowly in her bedroom and climbed on the bed. It was crazy that she was enjoying such a weird thing. But it was fun. Wetness between her legs was testimony for that.

Thinking how Vicky was staring at her cleavage she inserted her hand into the slacks she was wearing and felt the throbbing pussy. It was wet with desire.

 

[The Mask Editor]

With a big yawn Harish Shinde opened his eyes and stared at the wall clock. It was 11:30 in the morning. Cursing himself he jumped out of the bed and rushed to the washroom. Last night before sleeping he had planned to give a rose to Dipti in the morning and it was necessary to stick to the plans otherwise he would never get her pussy.

After 15 minutes he stood before the mirror wearing blue shirt and jeans. Though he was 55, looking into the mirror he thought himself to be of 30. With Great Spirit he came out into the front lawn and plucked a red rose and walked to the Dipti’s house.

Pressing the bell he stood there wearing excited expression on his face. Two minutes passed and no one answered the door. He pressed the bell again.

“Who is it?” Dipti spoke from inside.

“It’s me Shinde.”

“Shinde ji I’m busy now. Please come later.”

Come later? he was disappointed. Excitement disappeared from his face. But he was not ready to give up that easy.

“Dipti please open the door. I want to give you something,” Shinde pleaded.

“I know what you want to give me. But I don’t want it.”

“You know what I want to give you?” he was surprised since he was holding the rose behind his back. There was no way for her to see it. Did she see him plucking the rose?

“Yes I know,” she replied.

“Then why don’t you take it, it’s just a beautiful rose.”

Door opened and he stared at her hungrily. She was looking gorgeous in the slacks and top. Her boobs were hanging seductively from her chest.

“Beautiful?” he said.

“What?”

“Your boobs, what size are they.”

“Don’t waste your time on me Shinde ji,” she said with a smile. “Try your luck somewhere else.”

“I’m not wasting but investing my time on you,” he said and extended the rose to her. “Sooner or later I’ll get the dividend.”

She laughed out loud. “You will get nothing from me Shinde ji.”

“Leave that to the future and enjoy the fragrance of this flower,” he said with a smile. “If you allow me, can I put this in your beautiful silky hair?”

“I can’t allow that.”

“Why?” he gave her pleading look. “This is just a simple request.”

From her facial expression he figured that she was thinking about it. he judged that she would allow him if he kept requesting her.

“Please Dipti. It’s not a big deal. When you go for haircut don’t you allow barber to touch your hair.”

“Okay-okay but do it quickly,” she said.

“Take a turn please.”

As she turned he could help staring at her buttocks. Yesterday she was in saree. Today her buttocks were looking more seductive in the slacks. They were solid and shapely.

“You have got a nice gaand Dipti,” he said lewdly.

“I-I beg your pardon.”

“Your gaand is sexy.”

“Err… please do it quickly.”

He inserted the rose slowly into her hair as if he was penetrating her pussy.

Dipti was aware what he was trying to convey to her. The way he was inserting the rose into her hair it was clear that he would insert his dick into her pussy in a similar manner. Her breathing grew rapid with this thought and her face became red. She felt wetness between her legs. Her pussy was growing with desire.

“Can I touch your gaand?” he whispered in her ears.

She wanted to run from there but strangely she felt that her feet were not willing to move from there. She swallowed the knot in her throat and stood there undecided. Dirty slang gaand he was using was having a magical effect on her, raising her thrill to the new level.

Next moment when she felt his hand on her right globe her heart skipped a beat and her feet started trembling. Things were going out of her control and she was feeling helpless. One part of her wanted to run from there and another part wanted to stay there and flow with the moment.

When he gave her ass cheek seductive squeeze she couldn’t help moaning. His hands felt broad and big than her husband back there on her buttocks.


She heard door close behind her. Perhaps with another hand he had pushed the door. She was so trapped in the lust that couldn’t figure the consequences of closed door.

He was handling her buttocks skillfully and keeping the eyes closed she was enjoying his every move. Out of a sudden his hand came in front and slipped into her slacks. He was going for her pussy now, which was wet under his influence.

He roamed his fingers all over it and whispered into her ear, “What a chut you have. It’s already wet.”
“Shinde ji p-please stop it,” she protested meekly. His rough fingers were roaming all over her womanhood.

Suddenly she felt one of his fingers at the entrance of her pussy and before she could protest his finger had disappeared into her slippery cave.

“Ahhhh Shinde ji what are you doing.”

Grinning he started moving his finger in and out of her pussy hole. She was so excited and so thrilled that instantly intense orgasm swept over her and she gave load moan. “Ahhhhhhh.”

Just then she heard sound of her ringing mobile. It was coming from her bedroom.

She pushed Shinde away immediately. “What are you doing Shinde ji. It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong Dipti? You were enjoying it.”

“Please get out of my house immediately I have to attend urgent call,” She said without looking at him.

“Dipti listen,” he said.

“Please Shinde ji, my phone is ringing.”

Shinde opened the door and slipped out. Rushing forward she bolted the door and stood there for a moment, trying to control her emotions.

She was still under the grip of intense orgasm old man had inflicted upon her. She was surprised that he had managed to do that with his fingers. Ramesh too had fingered her pussy but she had never reached orgasm with him.

By now mobile had gone silent. With shaking legs she reached to her bedroom and picked the mobile. It was Ramesh’s call. She dialed back.
Ramesh informed her that he would come late from office.

“At what time will you come?” she asked.

“Around eight.”

“Oh, can I go to Sitabuldi market.”

“How will you go?”

“I’ll hire an auto, simple.”

“Okay as you wish but take care.”

“Thank you. I’ll go after lunch.”

At 3 p.m she stood before the mirror draped in churidar salvar kameez. She examined her boobs. They were looking good and solid in the tight kameez. Turning around she stared at her back. Her protruding buttocks were looking stunning. Sitabuldi was famous market and there would be many men to feast on her beauty. She wouldn’t disappoint them.

Smiling seductively at her image in the mirror she picked her purse and slipped out of her bedroom.

Coming to the road she looked up and down the road. An auto rickshaw was parked below a tree. Driver was visible in the front seat. As she walked to him she sensed that he was eyeing her strangely. When she got closer she saw a muslim cap on his head. He was young, around 24 or 25, complexion dark in color.

“Would you go to Sitabuldi?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am I’ll. Please take a seat.”

“First tell me how much will you charge.”

“If you want to go in sharing then 10 rupees,” he said eyeing her boobs. “If you want to go alone then 50 rupees.”

“Okay I’ll give you 50, start the auto,” she said and climbed into the auto.

“I’ve never seen you around here before,” he asked.

In the ear splitting sound of auto she could figure what he said.
“You said something to me?” she asked.

“I’ve never seen you around here before,” he repeated.

“Yes we came yesterday only.”

He turned his head back and said, “We?”

“I mean me and my husband.” She replied.

“I’m salim. You can take my number. Whenever you need to go anywhere just give me a call I’ll pick you from your home.”
“Okay … that would be nice.”

Soon they reached Sitabuldi. Stepping out from the auto Dipti pulled 50 rupees note from her purse and handed it to Salim.

“I’ll wait for you ma’am. Feed my number in your mobile. Once you are done with the shopping give me the call I will pick you up.”

“But I might take long.”

“Doesn’t matter I’ll wait for you,” he grinned.

She smiled internally. Poor guy. He’s ready to forgo his earning for me. She fed his number into her mobile and disappeared into the crowd of market.

She stopped outside a shop seeing long skirts in display. Blue skirt was looking good.

“Come … come we have plenty of variety and color,” man said while stepping out from the shop. Strangely his one hand was on his crotch area as he spoke. It was clear that he was eve teasing her. Lewd expression on his face doubly confirmed that. With big mustache on his face he was looking dangerous to her.

Hesitantly she stood for a moment in front of the shop. She was feeling the wave of thrill inside her but wasn’t sure about getting into the shop.
She looked around. There was plenty of crowd around. There was no visible danger in getting into the shop. Taking the deep breath she moved forward and stepped into the shop.

Inside she found one boy seating on the counter.

“You are looking skirt for yourself,” man asked.

Dipti nodded.

“Pappu give me inch tape,” he said looking at the boy.

Dipti was confused as to why he was asking for inch tape.

Pappu handed him the inch tape.

“Let me take measurement of your waist ma’am so that I can provide you best fitting skirt.”

“There is no need of that, my waist is 28,” she said. “Have you got skirts without rubber string?”

“No all of them have rubber strings but still it’s better to take measurement,” he said putting the inch tape on the counter.

Dipti selected three skirts which appealed to her liking.

“You can try them in the trial room,” man said.

It was good idea. That would give her indication how she looked into these skirts. She looked around in the shop. There was no trial room visible anywhere.

“It’s upstairs ma’am,” man said and pointed to the stairs at the back of the shop.

Holding the skirt she walked to the stairs.

First she tried blue skirt. It felt bit tight to her. But it was looking very good on her. Ramesh would definitely like it.

Just then there was knock on the door.

“Yes?”

“How is it ma’am?”

“Blue one is bit tight, do you have another one”

“Okay wait a minute I’m bringing another one,” he said.

Dipti wanted to try another one but since he could come any moment she decided to wait for him. After one minute he knocked on the door and said, “Try this one.”

Dipti opened the door and saw him standing there holding another long blue skirt. He was looking at her like a hungry lion ready to attack its pray.

“That’s why I wanted to measure your waist. Can I have measurement now?”

She was all alone now with him at the first floor. It was better if she had let him take the measurement earlier at the ground floor.

“Please come out so that I can take the measurement,” he said.

The way he said her to step out from the trial room made it clear that he was planning something weird. She had no problem with that as long as things remained under check. She would enjoy his teasing up to the limit. But problem was that she was all alone with him at the first floor and he had complete freedom to take advantage of the situation.

Deciding that she would run away if anything against her wish happened, she stepped out of the trial room, her gaze down on the floor. Incidentally her eyes went to his crotch as he moved forward toward her. There was big obvious bulge in front of his trouser. She swallowed and dropped her gaze down on the floor.

She shuddered when he wrapped inch tape around her waist. Holding it there he said, “It is 29 ma’am.”

“29?”

“But you shouldn’t feel tight due to it… let me check your buttocks.”

Panic struck her as she heard it. “W-what?”

“Don’t worry ma’am, this wouldn’t take long.”

She felt his hand move downward from her waist and when they got settled on her buttocks she shuddered involuntarily. His hands felt strong and big. He caressed both of her ass cheeks as if trying to figure their size. Soon gentle caress turned into rough kneading, forcing her to moan with ecstasy. She was surprised the way she was moaning in front of this total stranger. She was so lost that couldn’t figure when one of his hands came to her chest and grabbed one of her boobs. Now he was kneading two of her precious assets simultaneously.

“W-why are you holding my breast?” she said huskily.

“Because they are beautiful,” he said shamelessly.

Releasing her buttocks, he pushed her to the wall and grabbed both of her boobs in each hand.

“W-what are you doing. Please stop,” she said.

“I can’t stop now,” he said.

Now he was kneading her soft boobs like dough to his heart content and she was moaning helplessly.
Suddenly he slipped his hand inside from above and grabbed her soft naked boob. His fingers felt rough around her soft skin. Ramesh’s fingers never felt such rough on them.

Kneading the boob he was holding for a minute he pulled it out with effort and stared at it with great amazement as if he had never seen the boobs before.

“Sexy booby,” he said.

His words made her think of Ramesh. Whenever he looked at her boobs he teased her with the same words this man had just uttered. These thoughts shook her to the core. She felt wave of shame inside her. No one had ever touched or seen her breast except her husband so far. Throwing all decency out of the window she was standing in the shop of this total stranger and letting him play with her body the way he liked. Don’t know why she was enjoying it even thought it was sin.

“I’m going to suck it now,” man said.

“No please … stop,” she pleaded but made no attempt to push him away.

“The way you were standing outside my shop I had immediately figured that you are a slut.”

“No please, I’m not,” Dipti protested.

“ha-ha-ha … I can identify slut even if she is hiding in the crowd,” man said and grabbed her nipple between his lips.

Dipti tried to push his head away from her tender boobs but man was strong. So after some feeble attempt she stopped trying. He was sucking her nipple furiously. He wasn’t showing any regard to the tenderness of her flesh. Ramesh never sucked like that, she remembered. His lips were gentle upon her boobs, always careful. But this man was hurting her. His teeth were pinching in her soft flesh. Hair of his mustache was bruising against her white skin. But dear god, it was feeling wonderful. Each moment of his lips and tongue on her flesh was generating thrilling sensation within her.

She had never ever imagined in her life that she would allow petty shop keeper to suck her boobs one day. But now here she was standing against the wall at the first floor of this shop keeper’s shop and letting him play with her boobies the way he liked. Her train journey from Mumbai to Nagpur was responsible for this change in her. Had she not encountered the old man in the train she wouldn’t have come to know the wild side of herself.

Sucking the boob to his heart content man pulled second one out and attacked it with same urgency as was attacked first one.

“Ahhhhh,” she moaned.

“Your boobs are tasty you know that?” man said and resumed his work.

“I-I don’t know.”
Just then her eyes went to the stairs and she noticed that Pappu was peeking from behind the banister.

“S-stop,” she said. “Your son is watching.”

Man stopped immediately and looked toward the stairs. There was no one there now.

“There is no one here,” man said, irritated.

“He was there, peeking … trust me.”

“I think it was Pappu. He’s not my son. He’s my servant. Don’t worry about him.”

Man grabbed her boobs and squeezed them as hard as he could. Mixture of pain and thrill travelled through her.

“aaahhhh … not so hard please.”

“You are slut, aren’t you?” he said and started sucking her boobs again, jumping from one boob to another.

As he was sucking she realized that his hands had disappeared from her boobs. He was unzipping his trouser. She stared at the stairs and thought that she should run away from there now. It would be dangerous to stay there any longer. But his lips were feeling so nice on her tender boobs that it was hard to push him away.

She decided to wait.

But man had his own plans. He grabbed her hand and guided it to his dick. She was so gripped in the enjoyment she was getting that she couldn’t resist him.
And next moment his dick was in her hand. It wasn’t much different than Ramesh’s dick. It was almost of same size. Again it was weird but it was happening. She had option to pull her hand away from his dick but she didn’t. From where a slut had emerged from within her she had no idea. But she knew that she would not let him fuck her come what may. That privilege will always be of her loving husband, Ramesh.

“How is it?” man asked.

“w-what?”

“My lund,” man said and started sucking her boobs furiously. Just then He pushed his hand between her legs and grabbed her excited pussy. This added to the excitement so much that Dipti moaned loudly in response to his question, “g-gooooooooood.”

Man pushed his hand inside her salwar and felt her throbbing pussy. His finger was searching for the hole. When he inserted his finger into her she gave a load moan.

“What’s your name,” man asked pulling away from her boobs.

She kept mum. It was risky to disclose her identity to this total stranger. He could blackmail her later.

“My name is Bhusan,” he said and slipped another finger into her slippery cave. “You are so what down there; dying to get cock in your cunt, aren’t you.”

His statement was a single to her in a way that now she should better get the hell out of there before things move out of her hand. Already she was doing too much. More than this would be disastrous for her.

She pulled her courage together and pushed the man away. “I-I got to go. My friends are waiting for me,” she lied.

“Which friends? You were alone.”

“They are in next shop … excuse me,” she said and rushed to the stairs. As she got there she saw that Pappu was running away. It meant that he was still watching them. Adjusting her clothes she reached downstairs. Her face was red with shame and embarrassment. Her eyes met with the eyes of Pappu. He had a dirty smile on his face. She couldn’t hold his gaze and dropped her eyes to the floor but couldn’t help staring at his crotch. There was massive tent in front of his trouser.

Just them Bushan also came downstairs.

“Pappu put these skirts in the carry bag,” Bushan said.

As Dipti was opening her purse Bushan patted on her back and said, “They are my gift to you ma’am don’t bother.”

People were roaming around outside the shop and he patted at her bum so shamelessly. How mean he was. She looked outside to see whether anyone noticed this cheap act of his or not. Earth slipped from below her feet when she saw Salim standing outside the shop. His eyes were fixed inside. He surely would have seen everything. Oh God … Oh God. This was not good. It was really not good.

“I can’t take them like that. Please tell me how much should I pay.”

Bushan again patted on her back and said, “Take them darling.”

“P-please don’t do that. People are watching?” she said.

Fearing that he would again pat on her bum she grabbed the carry bag and rushed to the door. She was feeling so embarrassed and humiliated that she stumbled at doorway and fell face first on the ground outside the shop. Salim came rushing to help her but she didn’t accept his help and quickly gained her ground.

As Dipti brushed the dirt off her kameez she realized that her hands were shaking. It was natural. She was in awkward situation. Salim an auto driver was standing in front of her. She knew that he had seen obscene patting on her bum by the shop keeper. Had he been just any auto driver she wouldn’t have cared about him. He didn’t know her house number but he knew where she lived. All these facts were troubling her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I was just passing this shop and seeing you inside I stopped,” he said.

“Look I’ve got more shopping to do, don’t wait for me” she said and stepping past him disappeared into the market crowd again. In a way she had conveyed to him that she would not go with him so he should not waste his time. But she was not sure whether he had got the meaning of her words or not.

She looked back after a minute to check whether he was still following her. He wasn’t there. Taking a deep breath she decided that she wouldn’t allow any other shop keeper to take advantage of her. It was really very embarrassing back there in that shop. How meanly had the dirty shop keeper slapped at her bum as if she were his slave.

Son of a bitch.

 

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Once the lady rushed out from the shop, Pappu looked at the Bhushan. He had got this job at the shop of Bhusan five days ago after wondering for days in the search of work. He didn’t want to lose it.

“Did you come upstairs?” Bushan asked.

“No sir! Why?”

Bushan walked up to him and slapped hard on his face and shouted, “the lady had seen you at the stairs. I don’t pay you to keep an eye on me!”

He hadn’t expected this from Bhusan. He was his employee alright but he had no right to slap him.

“How dare you to hit me like that,” he said.

“This is my shop and I can do anything here,” Bushan said.

Pappu had no intention to go upstairs. A lady customer wanted to see red color top in one particular design. It was lying upstairs in the cupboard. When he was climbing the stairs he heard strange noises. He became curious. He peeked from behind the banister. Bushan was sucking the boobs of that lady. He had never seen such a sight in his life. Though he knew it wasn’t right to peek like that but it was difficult to get away from there. Even though woman had seen him, forcing him to get away, he had resumed his peeking adventure shortly afterward.

“Get the hell out of my shop,” Bushan said.

“W-what?”

Bushan gave him 200 rupees and shouted, “here is your salary for five days of work you done here and get out.”

Since Bhusan had slapped him and now he was shouting at him, Pappu didn’t feel like pleading before him to save his job. Silently he grabbed 200 rupees and slipped out of the shop.

He was cursing the lady. Due to her he was jobless again. Why did she tell Bhusan about seeing him at the stairs?

For two hours he wondered in the market requesting shop to shop for the job but he didn’t get any positive response. Suddenly he saw the lady responsible for his current situation. She was coming out of the shop. She had a smile on her face. His life was ruined due to her and she was smiling. It was not acceptable. She should also feel the pain. But how?

He thought deeply. Then he got an idea. He would tell her husband what he saw. He would tell him in detail how Bhusan was sucking his wife’s boobs. Yes this was good idea.

Just then Pappu noticed that lady was going toward an auto and after bargaining on the fare she climbed into it. Pappu rushed toward another auto parked nearby.

“I need to follow that auto, how much will you charge?” pappu asked from auto driver.

“It depends where that auto is going?” auto driver replied.

Pappu had total 700 rupees, 500 in the purse and 200, given by Bhusan, in the shirt’s pocket. He was ready to go to any extent to chase the woman.

“Okay whatever, just follow the damn auto,” Pappu said.

After 20 minutes they entered into the Dhantoli, auto they were chasing right in front of them. It stopped on the road.

“Stop,” Pappu said. “How much?”

“50 rupees,” auto driver said.

Pappu gave him 100 rupees note.

“I don’t have change,” auto driver said.

Pappu’s eyes were on the lady who had climbed out from the auto and was going toward a street just few feet away.

“Then arrange it, I don’t have either,” Pappu said.

Auto driver went to the auto they were chasing for change. By the time he returned lady had disappeared from Pappu’s sight. He grabbed 50 rupees note and rushed to the street. But lady was nowhere to be seen. He wondered restlessly here and there for any clue. Nothing.

He was so lost in his thought while searching for her that almost met an accident. Shouting at him, man driving the car went away. Just then a man approached him and placed hand on his shoulder.

“Are you looking for something?” man said.

He wanted to shout yes but checked his response. Since man seemed gentleman he decided to seek help for the job. “Yes sir I just lost my job. I’m searching for a job. Can you help me?”
Man thought for a moment then said, “what kind of work you can do?”

“Anything?” Pappu replied, excited.

“Can you work as a domestic help. You have to sweep, wash and cook etc.”

“Of course I can.”

“My wife and me had come yesterday only to Nagpur. We need domestic help. If you will work with dedication then we’ll pay you good.”

“I’ll work with full dedication sir. Just give me one opportunity.”

“Given … come with me.” man said.

Stepping inside the house Dipti put the carry bags on the sofa and went to the kitchen and filled a glass of water. Then without drinking she put the glass away on the kitchen cabinet. Her mind was not stable. Events of the market were flashing through her mind. She was not feeling right about the way she had allowed petty shop keeper to take advantage of her. Had she not allowed him to take liberty with her at the first floor, he wouldn’t have dared to pat openly at her buttocks. It was so humiliating that she was still feeling very bad about it. Thankfully she didn’t let anyone else misbehave with her afterward. During rest of her stay in the market she fully concentrated on the shopping and didn’t bother how men were looking at her. She even didn’t call Salim, who was waiting for her, for she knew that he too was carrying bad intention for her. When he had come running to help her, when she had fell outside the shop, she had seen lust in his eyes. It was risky to come with him in the dark.

Thirst of her throat pulled her attention back to the present and she drank full grass of water in one breath.

Just then door bell rang.

It’s Ramesh I think; she thought and walked to the door.

When she opened the door she got a terrible shock. For a second she thought that she was dreaming. Pappu, who was at the shop of Bhusan and who had seen everything back there, was standing along with Ramesh. It seemed impossible. What was he doing there?
“Dipti what happened,” Ramesh asked.

“N-nothing,” she stammered, her legs trembling.

“He is Pappu,” Ramesh said.

Dipti gave a hard look to Pappu. He was standing there like an innocent boy. His eyes were on the floor. She had no idea what was he doing here.

Dipti grabbed the arm of Ramesh and took him into the bedroom.

“What is this?” she asked.

“What?”

“I mean why you brought this stranger to home.”

“He’s our servant baby. I thought it would be hard for you to manage things here alone so I hired him for you. He was wondering outside in search of job. I was lucky to find him otherwise it’s hard to find good servants these days. He looks nice to me.”

Dipti was listening everything with great surprise, her face expressionless. She was in deep shock.

“What happened, are you not happy?”

“I think I can manage on my own,” she said.

“What’s wrong with you honey. Why should you manage on your own? I want you to relax and enjoy.”

“But he’s a total stranger. How can we trust him?”

“He’s a good boy. Trust me.”

“But how can you be so sure,” Dipti demanded.

“I can judge the people.”

“Where would he stay?”

“Upstairs,” he said. “There is one small room upstairs on the roof. You haven’t seen it yet I think.”

“I have seen it but…”

“Relax darling, why are you making such an issue out of it.”

She gave up the argument.

Ramesh slipped out of the room and she stood still like a statue, her face tense.

“Pappu your room is upstairs,” Ramesh said.

“Sir if you allow me can I go and fetch my belongings from my friend’s house,” Pappu said.

“Of course, go ahead.”

“I’ll be back in an hour sir,” Pappu said.

When Dipti came out from the bedroom, Pappu was gone.

“So what did you buy from the market,” Ramesh asked, taking her into his arms, his hands on her buttocks.

“Three Long skirts, one saree and one top,” she said, her voice dull.

“You seem lost somewhere,” he asked.

“I think I’m tired.”

“I’m also tired. It was hectic day in the office.”

Dipti was walking up and down across the living room. She was restless and tense. Ramesh was in washroom, taking a bath. She was desperately waiting for the arrival of Pappu. Her plan was to scare him away from the door and not to let him enter into the house. There was no way she could allow him in the house when he knew her secret.

Door bell rang.

Dipti rushed to the door, hoping to find Pappu. It was best opportunity to tackle him. Ramesh was in the washroom and he’d still take at least 15 minutes.

She opened the door. Pappu was standing, holding one bag.

“You followed me home from the market, didn’t you?” she asked sternly, face red with anger.

“No ma’am, it’s not like that,” he said in an innocent voice.

“Then, what are you doing here?” she demanded.

“Actually right after you left the shop, Bhusan sir fired me. I can’t survive without the job in this town ma’am. I was wondering in the streets here in search of job. I had no idea that I’ll end up getting the job in your house.”

“Look I don’t want you here. Try your luck somewhere else.”
“B-but why.”

“I need not explain you why.”

“I already lost one job because of you, I can’t lose this one.”

“Don’t blame me okay.”

“You had told Bhusan that I was at the stairs.”

“Look I don’t want to argue with you. Just leave,” she flared at him.

“Ma’am please, I promise that I’ll work with dedication and commitment,” he pleaded.

“I don’t want to listen anything. Just leave I say.”

He kept mum for a second, looking defiantly at her and then said, “Okay I’ll leave but before leaving I want to meet sir.”

“For what?”

“I want him to advise him that he shouldn’t let you go alone in the market.”

Dipti stared at him with wide eyes. She was shocked to hear such a thing from him.

“Hey you came back,” Ramesh voice came from behind.

Dipti’s feet started trembling and head started spinning. It seemed that she was heading for disaster. Damn! Why did she go in the market today?
“Sir I want to give you an advice,” Pappu said.

Dipti’s throat went dry.

“Okay, go ahead. But why are you standing in the doorway. Come on in,” Ramesh said.

“Pappu your room is upstairs.” Dipti jumped in the conversation. She wanted Pappu to know that she was ready to keep him as a servant in the house and now there was no need to give any embarrassing advice to her husband.

“Thank you ma’am,” he said looking in the eyes of Dipti. There was victorious smile on his face.

“It’s a good room. Now come back to your advice.”

Dipti stood like a statue, holding her breath, wondering what this clever servant would say to Ramesh.

“Sir, you should apply coconut oil in your hair after bath, it’s good for hair.”

“Okay,” Ramesh said. “I’ll try that.”

Dipti took a deep sigh of relief. But she was feeling defeated by the petty servant. She would never forget this. Never.

 

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At 11 p.m. in the night Ramesh and Dipti were lying side by side, naked. Ramesh’s hand was teasing her soft melons. He wanted to screw her but she wasn’t in the mood. She was still upset due to Pappu. But slowly and steadily touch of his hand on her boobs was turning her on. Desire to feel his hardness within the confines of her pussy was growing within her.

Ramesh climbed upon her, his hard dick right upon her pussy. She shifted her legs uncomfortably below her. She was not ready yet. She wanted him to prolong the foreplay but it seemed that he was about to enter into her. Don’t know why, off late Ramesh had reduced the duration of foreplay. It was hampering the level of enjoyment she used to get earlier.

Was it the reason for my drift on the wrong path, she thought. But she had no answer for it. Perhaps yes … perhaps not. Who knows? This change though seemed rapid but it was developing slowly. Train incident just speeded it a little.

Seed of this change was sown when she had found about the affair of Ramesh with Seema. She worked with him in Delhi office. It was an old affair, began two years before their marriage. But ramesh never told about it.

Dipti wouldn’t have known about this affair had she not visited his office that day. She wanted to surprise Ramesh. But she didn’t know that she herself would be surprised. Seema was seating in his lap and Ramesh was squeezing her boobs. Without saying a single word she had slipped out from the room. She was so shocked that there was nothing she could possibly say.

That evening Ramesh told her everything about the affair and also promised that it wouldn’t continue any further. After one week he showed her transfer order of Seema out of Delhi and with that their relationship got back to normal. But this thought always pinched her that her beloved husband was cheating her behind her back. Had she not caught him, he would have continued with the cheating. And who knows if he was still cheating her.

Many a times Dipti had thought what Ramesh would have done if she had cheated him like that? Sometimes thoughts had also occurred to her where she had found herself in the arms of stranger. But she had never taken them seriously. But recently things had changed. Now these thoughts seemed titillating.

Ramesh’s penetrating dick brought her back into the present and she moaned with mixture of pain and pleasure.

When his dick was balls deep into her she embraced him tightly and kissed him. His dick started moving back and forth and she started feeling the pure wave of pleasure.

Soon both of them collapsed into the arms of each other after the thrilling orgasm.

Dipti stretched her arms and taking a big yawn, opened her eyes. Morning sun was peeking through the window. Birds were singing outside. Morning seemed beautiful. She looked to her right. Ramesh was steel sleeping. She left the bed silently and shuffled to the window to catch the glimpse of some of the singing birds. She wasn’t disappointed. Indian sparrows were jumping around in the front lawn. Then she noticed that she wasn’t alone to observe this beautiful moment. Someone was there in the lawn, but from the window it was difficult to figure who it might be.

Out of curiosity she pushed open the window and peeped outside. It was Pappu. She felt the wave of anger rise within her. Leaving the window open, she rushed to the bedroom door, opened it in haste, and then darted to the main door.

Opening the door she shouted, “Pappu what are you doing here?”

He turned toward her and said, “Nothing ma’am, I was waiting for you to rise. I have not worked before in any house. I don’t know what to do.”

“Great, so first we will teach you and then you will start working.”

“No ma’am, you need not teach me anything. I’ll learn on my own, but just tell me what you want me to do.”

“Instead of standing idly here you should have watered the lawn.”

“Okay I’ll do that now.”

“Good. After this clean the house. I don’t want to see any dust anywhere. Then wash the clothes. When you are done with all this, don’t forget to ask me for more work. I don’t want to see you roam idly here.”

He was staring at her with great surprise.

“What happened?” she asked.

“N-nothing. I’ll do whatever task you’ll give me with dedication.”

“You must otherwise I’ll kick you out of here.”

At 11 a.m. she was in her bedroom when door bell rang. She came out to answer but Pappu had already opened the door. In the doorway Shinde was standing, looking at Pappu with expression of surprise on his face.

“He’s our servant Shinde ji,” she said.

“Good morning Shinde ji,” Pappu greeted.

“Hey behave like a servant. Call me sir,” Shinde said, displeasure is clearly visible in his voice.

“S-sorry sir,”

“Pappu go get tea for Shinde ji,” Dipti said to get rid of Pappu so she could enjoy full attention of old man.

But surprisingly, Pappu didn’t move from there.
“What happened?” Dipti asked looking at Pappu.

“I don’t know how to make tea.”

“ha-ha-ha, what kind of servant you people have hired here. He doesn’t even know how to make a tea. You should have asked me for a servant. I’d have arranged good one for you.”

“True I don’t know how to make a tea but it doesn’t make me bad servant here. I’ll learn if I don’t know. I’m sure it’s not a rocket science or something.”

“First of all you should learn some manners,” Shinde said.

“Of course. I’m learning that from you,” Pappu said.

“Pappu, go upstairs! You should not talk like that.”

Once Pappu was gone, Dipti felt sorry to Shinde for the misbehavior of Pappu.

“I don’t think that you should keep him in here,” Shinde said.

“I also don’t want him here but, Ramesh doesn’t listen to me.”

“You also want privacy here, don’t you?”

“Err … it’s not like that. Actually I don’t like him personally.”

“There is nothing in him to like him. Anyway his presence here won’t let us enjoy each other’s company. Thank you for yesterday.”

Thinking what he had done with her yesterday she blushed deeply. “F-for what?” she stammered.

“Without your permission my fingers wouldn’t have gotten into your tight chut.”

Her breath grew rapid hearing this. “I never gave you any such permission Shinde ji. Don’t blame me. You were putting flower in my hair and …”

“Ha-ha-ha … but you didn’t object when my hand was on your pussy and my fingers were searching for your hole.”

Dipti’s breath grew heavy. “Because I didn’t want to hurt the man, who has given us such a beautiful house to live.”

“That’s why I’m thanking you.”

Dipti could see that old man was really an expert in art of flirt. Don’t know how many woman he trapped like this.

Shinde stretched his hand toward her breasts but she moved back quickly. “What are you doing Shinde ji, not again?” teasing smile was playing on her lips as she said that.

“Don’t tease the old man Dipti. I love you.”

“Please Shinde ji control yourself. Pappu is upstairs.”

“Damn, he’s spoiling the whole fun here,” Shinde said, irritated.

“Take a seat Shinde ji. Let me bring tea for you,” Dipti said smiling. She was enjoying the way he was dying to touch her. Lust in his eyes was feeling so good.

Shaking her back seductively she drifted to the kitchen. She knew he was watching every shake of her bum.

Hardly had she entered into the kitchen she heard approaching footsteps. Immediately she turned and found Shinde on the kitchen doorway.

“Shinde ji please wait there,” she said.

“I want to touch your chut again,” he said shamelessly.

She felt the tingling between her legs when he finished his sentence.

“Dear god, you are so blunt Shinde ji,” she said blushing profusely.

“I can’t help that,” he said and stepped forward into the kitchen.

“With Pappu upstairs, I don’t think we …” Dipti said. But before she could complete her sentence she was interrupted by the old man.

“I won’t take long. Please!” he pleaded and stretching his right hand forward grabbed her pussy.

“No,” she said meekly.

But she knew he wouldn’t stop now. In fact, now he was trying to insert his hand inside her salwar. Within a second his hand was upon her naked pussy.

“Oh God, it’s so soft. So charming. Beautiful,” he whispered.

Dipti gave a awkward smile on his words. His strong hand was feeling great between her legs. His index finger was teasing at the opening of her cunt. It was generating immense wave of pleasure. She was waiting for the moment when his finger will slip into her. But this moment was not coming. It seemed that he was teasing her.

“What are you doing, Shinde ji?” she asked in desperation.

“I’m playing,” he said and with slow motion his finger slipped into her slippery hole.

Her pussy squeezed involuntarily around his finger. It was breath taking moment.

Just then they heard footsteps nearby.

“Ma’am!” Pappu’s voice came rushing in. perhaps he was in living room.

Cursing Pappu, she pushed Shinde away from her and adjusting her clothes said, “I’m here in the kitchen.”

Next moment he was on the kitchen door. With the surprising expression on his face he gave flaunting glance to Dipti and Shinde.

“Shinde ji is teaching me how to make a tea,” she said but then she thought why she was trying to explain him.

“Ma’am what else I should do now,” Pappu said.

Go to hell, she thought. “Come on in and learn how to make tea from Shinde ji.”
Pappu looked at Shinde.

“Dipti you can teach him that. I already told you everything. I’ve urgent work now,” he said and slipped out from the kitchen.

As he stepped out from the house, Shinde noticed Kanchan patil who lived right across his house. She was stepping out from the car. Perhaps she was on leave today, otherwise at this time she would have been in the bank. She was not as young as Dipti but still she was much younger than him. She was about 38 years old. One of the most prominent feature on her body was her king size hips. Man they were huge. He wondered how Naresh Patil, handled them. In a birthday party of her son, Vicky, two weeks back, he had got an opportunity to feel her huge behind. When Vicky was cutting the cake he was right behind her, his crotch touching right in the middle of her massive gaand. It was great feeling. She had looked back at him with suspecting eyes but he had given her sweet smile. His heart had jumped out from his chest when she smiled back at him. Perhaps she had felt the hardness of his ding dong and was enjoying as much as he was. After that though he wanted to move things little further but he had never got any opportunity. She was busy woman. Her job in the bank occupied her in the day and in the evening presence of her children and husband didn’t leave any scope for him to try something with her. I should try today.

With speed of light he crossed the road and reached to her house. She was at the door, searching for the key in her purse.

“What a pleasant surprise. I never saw you home during this period of the day,” he said grinning.

“Oh shinde ji … yeah actually I had taken leave today to take some rest.”

“I hope I’m not disturbing you then,” Shinde said.
Expression on her face said that she was feeling little disturbed. “Shinde ji, I’m alone now at home so it would not be appropriate for me to invite you inside the house. I think you can understand …”

“Of course … of course, I understand. I was feeling alone and then I saw you. I just wanted to say hi, nothing more.”

“So nice of you,” she said.

“Um… if you don’t mind, can I ask you something,” he said.

Kanchan looked around. Perhaps she wanted to see if anyone was watching them. “Yeah … please.”

“From where have you got this charm and beauty?” he said in a seductive manner.

Her face turned pink instantly. “Thank you for compliment Shinde ji.”

“Why don’t we go inside and have a cup of tea together. What you say?” he said.

She looked hesitant. It was clear that she hadn’t tasted pleasure of extra marital affair so far.

“Shinde ji actually …”

He decided to take things in his hands. If it didn’t work then he will shift to plan B. he patted on her butt and said, “Come on you naughty girl, let’s have a tea together.”

He saw great shock on her face. Surely she wasn’t expecting him to slap her huge behind like that.
“Shinde ji …”

He didn’t let her complete her sentence and slapped at her butt again. “Come on.”

Unlocking the main door, she looked around and pulling the door open went inside. He followed her with victorious smile. His trick had worked.

“Have a seat Shinde ji, give me five minutes,” she said without looking at him and went to the kitchen.

His eyes followed her. Huge cheeks of her huge gaand were shaking seductively. God, he wanted to hold them to see how they feel. That moment will come, he assured himself.

He reached for his crotch and squeezed his dick. Three months had passed since he had fucked a pussy. He wanted some action badly. He knew that it would be sensational fuck if Kanchan agreed to give him her pussy. He had never fucked a woman with such a huge ass. It would indeed be great sight to see the big thing naked. Oh man I want to fuck her.

Kanchan was coming toward Shinde, holding tray in her hand. Deliberately he kept his hand on his crotch and kept running his fingers on the outline of his hard dick which was clearly visible in the front of his trouser. He wanted to see whether she would notice it or not and if she did what would be her reaction. When she got closer, expression on her face said that she was aware what he was doing. Her red face was clear testimony of that.

“Shinde ji, tea,” she said sheepishly.

“Naresh is a lucky guy,” he said picking the cup from tray.

“How?” she asked.

“He has got beautiful wife like you. Such things don’t happen without luck, you know.”

She blushed. Hesitant smile was crowning her lips. He wondered how her lips would feel around his dick. It would be amazing feeling he was sure about that.

Kanchan placed the tray on center table and picking another cup from tray settled on the sofa across from him. She was trying to avoid looking at him. Silently she was sipping from her cup.

Shinde finished his cup of tea quickly and placed it back on the tray. Then he rose from the sofa, his hand never moving away from his crotch. She was still drinking, her eyes on the floor. He went to her and stood right in front of her. She was still sipping as if nothing was happening around her.

Shinde’s heart was jumping hard in his chest. He wasn’t sure what this woman was thinking at the moment. Standing in front of her, he was playing with his hardness and still she was showing great interest in the tea.

He unzipped his trouser.

Her tea was over. There was no excuse now to keep her attention away from him. Slowly she raised her face to look at him. There was desire in her eyes, desire to feel his dick into her. But she was hesitating to express this desire fully.

Looking into her eyes, he unzipped his trouser and pulled out his old and experienced cock. He saw her swallow the knot in her throat. And then her eyes dropped down, slowly and teasingly and stopped at his dick. There was complete silence in the living room. Neither of them was ready to say anything.

Shinde broke the silence. “Want to take it in your chut.”

She blushed deeply and looked away. But before long her eyes got back to his dick.

“Answer me. Want it in your chut,” he said wickedly.

“I-I don’t know,” she stammered.

“Hold it in your hand.”

As if she was waiting for his command she immediately raised her hand and grabbed his dick into her hand. Oh! her soft hand was feeling great around his dick. Hidden slut of this woman was coming out slowly.

She played with his dick like she had never touched a dick before. Up and down his shaft her fingers were running playfully. He was enjoying like anything.

“Is it different than your husband’s?” he asked.

She didn’t answer him. Perhaps she was too shy to say anything. But whatever her fingers were moving all the while on his dick.

“I wonder how my dick would feel between your lips,” he said.

The look on her face said that she wasn’t comfortable with idea of my dick in her mouth. This made the whole thing more exciting. He would have to try it.

Pushing her hands away he moved further closer to her. Now his hanging dick was just inches away from her mouth.

He was not sure if she would take his cock in her mouth or not. But he kept standing there, holding his ground. Waiting.

She raised her head up a little and looked into his eyes. She was asking silently what he wanted her to do.

“Take it in your mouth,” he said huskily, his breath heavy with overwhelming desire to get into her mouth. Now he was damn sure that her lips would feel great around his dick.

She didn’t utter a word and kept looking at him. There was something in her eyes he was finding hard to understand. She seemed ready to take his dick into her mouth. But don’t know why she was not starting yet.

“It’s not the first time for you, is it?” he asked.

She shook her head innocently.

So the bitch had sucked the dick before. Then why was she not starting with him. Was she teasing him?

He bent forward and placed his lips on hers. Her lips were trembling. Now he realized her dilemma. She was in fear. She wanted to enjoy with him but fucking social values were stopping her going all the way with him.

He kept sucking her lips till the trembling of her lips stopped.

When he pulled his lips away from hers she looked at him with wide eyes, mouth open with surprise. Perhaps she was not expecting him to kiss her.

This was great opportunity. Her mouth was open. It can be opened more. He pushed the head of his dick into her unsuspecting mouth. She tried to pull her head away but he caught hold of her hair. She was not getting away till she gave him nice blow job.

“Suck it you naughty girl,” he commanded.

He increased the pressure on her hair to let her know the urgency of the situation. He was dying to get pleasure and she was still teasing him. It was not done.

Then he felt her slippery tongue on the head of his dick. She had begun the job. Good. To enjoy the moment with full concentration he closed his eyes. Warmth and wetness of her mouth was feeling so nice. The way her tongue was caressing his dick made it clear that she was good sucker.

He released her hair. He wanted to see if she would stop sucking. She didn’t. Oh man what a hot bitch he had got here.

“Suck it. Yes … suck it, you bitch,” he said. He was flying high at the moment. In his entire life he had never got such a beautiful bitch to suck his dick.

Though he abused her, she was not stopping to protest. Perhaps she was enjoying as much as he was. And may be his abusing words were turning her even more.

“Keep sucking you bitch,” he said grabbing her hair again. “Good very good. You are good cock sucker.

He caught her face between his both hands and started pumping his dick in and out of her mouth. It was superb.

Once he pushed his dick all the way, balls deep, into her mouth and choked her. Then seeing her struggling with breath he pulled his dick out.

When she was back to normal he grabbed her head and guided her mouth to his hanging balls. Immediately she started licking his balls. Now she was really behaving like a street bitch. “Yes … yes oh yes. Suck my balls you bitch.”

After enjoying her mouth on his balls to his heart content he inserted his dick into her mouth again. She accepted him willingly.

He began fucking her mouth vigorously. Now he wanted to come into her sweet mouth, and wanted to come strongly. He wanted to flood her mouth.

“Keep sucking you bitch, I’m about to come,” he announced with great urgency.

She was doing great. Now on her own she was taking his dick balls deep into her mouth. This was fun. Really fun.

Then he couldn’t hold himself and erupted into her mouth. She tried to pull away but he grabbed her hair immediately. There was no way she could get away now. He was at the peak of enjoyment and wanted to stay as long as possible into her mouth.

Finally when last drop of semen was released in her mouth he pulled his dick out from her mouth. He saw the deposit of his load in her mouth.

Looking accusingly at him she stood and ran toward her bedroom. Perhaps she wanted to get rid of his come. “Hi … hi …hi,” he grinned with satisfaction.

Standing at a comfortable distance from Dipti, Pappu was learning how to make a tea. Sweet aroma from boiling tea had gathered inside the kitchen. Urge to taste it was growing inside him. Suddenly he thought whether old man was enjoying with her in the kitchen.

Putting the gas off Dipti stared at pappu. “That’s it Pappu. Very easy.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

She poured the tea in one cup, picked it up from the counter and slipped out from the kitchen. There was nothing left for him.

“Wash the pot,” she said.

He picked the pot from gas and washed it.

 

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Kanchan came out from the bedroom after five minutes. She was looking embarrassed. She was not looking at him as she walked back to him.

“You are really a good sucker,” he said, laughing. “Really I have never ever received such a mind-blowing blow job.”

“I think you should go now,” she said, still avoiding his eyes.

Ignoring her words he moved forward and put his hands between her thighs. Even through the fabric he could feel her hot pussy.

“Nice chut,” he said running his fingers on her cunt. “Won’t you take my dick here?”

She looked at him. Finally. Her eyes were wide with surprise. Perhaps she was not expecting him to get hard again.

“P-please,” she whispered.

He smirked. He knew bitch was trying to show fake reluctance here. She was dying to eat his dick through her lower mouth.

He pulled his hand away from her pussy and grabbing her hand took her to the sofa.

“Now I want you to pull your salwar down and bend before me like a bitch,” he commanded. “I want to see your gaand.”

But she didn’t comply. He knew what she was waiting for.

He slapped at her bum and said, “come on you bitch.”

“W-what will you do?” she asked.

“I’ll fuck the crap out of your cunt. Now don’t make me repeat it again. Come on.”

She loosened her naara and slowly dropped her salwar on the floor. Then raising her kameez up, she bent forward, her hand resting on the sofa, her magnificent behind high in the air.

Shinde couldn’t believe his eyes. It was most beautiful gaand he had ever seen. It was huge and shapely. Both cheeks had smooth white skin.
It was like dream coming true.

He grabbed both of her butt cheeks. Oh man they were so smooth and soft. He parted them slowly. More beautiful sight awaited his eyes. The asshole was pink and beautiful. It seemed tight. Perhaps her husband was neglecting her gaand. “Hi … hi … hi … good for me,” he murmured.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing. I was speaking to myself,” he said and pulled his dick out. It was already hard.

His eyes shifted further down. Her hairless pussy with pink hole looked delicious. He put his index finger on wet opening. It was waiting for his dick. he was also desperate to get into it.
Moving his finger away he placed head of his dick on dripping hole of her pussy. His breathing was heavy. His heart was beating hard. She was also in similar condition. He could hear her effortful breathing.

Leaving the dick-head on the window of her pussy he caught hold of her big ass cheeks. Then he sucked in deep breath. He was preparing himself for a big jerk forward into her.

He gave his crotch big push forward and next second he was all the way into her delicious cunt. His balls were resting on the window.

“Oooooo …” she gave a soft moan.

He drew his dick backward and then fiercely with great urgency pushed all the way in again.

“Oooooooo….aaaahhhh.” she moaned loudly this time.

Then he began fucking her. Like a mad, he pushed his dick again and again and again into her inviting pussy. It was amazing moment. Warmth of her cunt was feeling so good.

Without break he kept pumping his dick into her. His breathing was growing heavier. He was struggling for the air.

Then he screamed, “YOU BITCH! … Get ready for my water.” He started coming. But he didn’t stop till last drop from his dick had drained into her. “Oh man, it was fuck of my life. Your chut is special.”

Pulling his dick out from Kanchan’s pussy, Shinde slapped her buttocks. He was struggling with his breathing. “I need a glass of water,” he said.

“Okay,” she said. She was also struggling to control her breath.

“Don’t bother, I’ll take it,” he said and went to the kitchen. He was wondering whether somebody had seen him while he was talking to Katchan outside at the main door. This made him cautious. But he was certain that he wouldn’t leave the house without killing the slut. He sucked in deep breath and with confidence picked the kitchen knife from the kitchen counter. Then holding it behind his back he slipped out from the kitchen.

He looked at the woman. She had arranged her clothes. She was not looking at him. Her face was red.

When he was at striking distance he asked, “How was it?”

She gave an awkward smile. He smiled back and stabbed her in the chest with a kitchen knife, thrusting it into her flesh all the way.


Now smile from her face vanished and she looked at him with great disbelief. She tried to scream but he covered her face at the right moment.

?Die bitch … die,” he said twisting the knife in her chest, drawing more blood from her flesh. “Goodbye.” And then he stabbed her again and again and again wherever he could.

 

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Police jeep stopped in front of a house. Inspector Parshant kumar climbed down from it and looked up and down the street. He was young inspector, just 29 years old. He was tall and handsome. As he walked toward the front door of the house his sub-inspector Neelam greeted him. As usual she was looking gorgeous in police uniform. Her tight shirt held her breasts in a great seductive shape. They were looking so beautiful that he couldn’t move his eyes away from them.

“Sir!” she said.

“Oh … I’m sorry … I was lost in my thoughts,” he said looking into her eyes. She flashed him an awkward smile. Perhaps she had caught him staring at her boobs. God, what has he done? Instantly his mind carried him to a room where he was standing before a committee, facing the sexual harassment inquiry. This was not out of place thought. One DSP rank officer was in trouble due to complaint of Neelam.

“Sir!” she said again pulling him back from his thoughts. “I think it’s the same killer.”

It was fourth murder in Dhantoli. Earlier victims were also women. But whatever he didn’t agree with Neelam’s statement.

“Don’t jump to conclusions officer,” he said.

“You should see the body, sir,” she said, trying to defend her view.

Parshant followed her. He flinched when he saw the woman’s body. She was drenched in her own blood. Some of the blood had gathered on the floor in random patterns. It was horrible sight.

“What do you think now, sir,” she said.

“Wait … officer. Send the body for postmortem. Let the report come then I’ll tell you what I think.” he showed her his authority. Then he saw the two cups on the center table and walked over to them to examine them closely.

“Look like victim and killer had a tea together,” he said. “Send them for fingerprints.”

“There is nothing on them, sir,” she said. “Probably killer cleaned them before leaving.”

“And how do you know this,” he asked.

“Forensic expert just left before you came,” she said.

“But still they are important piece of evidence. Pick them up.”

“Right, sir.”

Silently Parshant took a deep sigh of relief. Finally this beautiful subordinate officer had agreed to something.

“Do we have the weapon here which killed this woman,” Parshant asked.

“No sir. Like in other cases, killer didn’t leave the weapon behind.”

Stubborn woman. She wasn’t ready to leave her conclusion despite his warning. He wished he could take her to the corner and fuck her hard. Perhaps then she would respect the opinion of her superior.

“Okay who saw the body first,” he asked.

“Her son. He had come from the school and found her dead.”

“hmm … apparently there was no force entry in the house. Two cups of tea suggests that killer was known to her. Make the list of all the people known to her, maybe we might get the lead from there,” he said.

“Right sir.”

“You continue here, I have to attend meeting,” he said and walked to the door.

When he was about to climb his jeep he noticed beautiful woman across the street, standing in front of her house. She was looking anxious. Perhaps murder of a woman so close to her house was bothering her. He decided to comfort her.

He walked over to her. “Hello miss, I’m inspector Parshant,”

“I’m Dipti, inspector. We moved here recently.”

“We?”

“Me and my husband. We are tenant here in this house. I still can’t believe that a woman had been murdered so close to my house.”

“Well shit happens, you know. Did you see or hear anything which can be of help to us to solve the case.” His eyes traveled to her boobs and measured their size. They were of good size and had a beautiful shape.

He looked up if she noticed him. She blushed as their eyes met. Unlike Neelam, she seemed to like his attention.

“I didn’t hear anything,” she said, smiling.

He pulled his card from his purse and handed over to her, his fingers touching hers deliberately. “Call me if you get to know anything later on.”

“Okay officer.”

Dipti watched the police jeep go away from her, until it turned out from the street. Then she looked at the house across the street, her face shadowed with fear. From the open door she could see the figures of some policemen. Apparently one of them was lady. She was sure that there was horrible sight in there. She could sense it from the faces of policemen.

“Ma’am,” a voice from behind startled her.

She turned and shot a questioning glance at Pappu.

“I have prepared everything,” he said.

She had ordered him to cut the vegetables and knead the dough. “Okay.”

“Ma’am … what happened out there?”

“A woman has been brutally murdered,” she said walking to the main door and stepped inside.

“When did it happen?”

She turned quickly to face him. He was at doorway. He looked anxious to know her answer.

“Why are you taking so much interest?” she said. “Concentrate on your work.”

She went to the bedroom and called Ramesh and told him about the murder. “I’m worried Ramesh,” she said.

“Why so … just calm down. Such thing can happen anywhere.” Ramesh said.

“One lady told me that it was fourth murder in this area and all the victims were woman.”

Ramesh went silent hearing this. Perhaps he was also worried. “Look … just relax. I’m busy now. We’ll talk about it in detail in evening,” he said and hung up.

She knew she had irrigated him. It seemed she had called him at wrong time. Perhaps he was in the meeting or something.

In evening she draped her voluptuous body in the black saree. It was Ramesh’s favorite. She knew it would make him happy if he was still angry with her. She looked herself in the mirror. She was looking gorgeous. There was only one problem. Her navel and waist were not visible as much as they should. It was defeating the purpose of wearing the saree.

She adjusted her saree a little and then looked in the mirror again. Now her navel and waist emerged in full glory. Perfect. She walked up and down the room to get the feel of being in the saree. Then she slipped out from the bedroom. Ramesh could be home any moment.She wanted to be near the main door when the door bell rang.

Footsteps on the stairs took her attention. Pappu was coming down. His eyes were on her.

Damn I forgot that this idiot is also here in the house. She tried to cover her exposed navel and waist by pulling her pallu but since his eyes were on her she failed miserably. She couldn’t help blushing. “P-pappu there is no work here now. You can take rest upstairs if you want.”

He stopped in the middle of the stairs but his eyes didn’t budge from her body. “Pappu go upstairs!” she said sternly.

He complied immediately.

Just then door bell rang. She opened the door. It was Ramesh. But he was not alone. Jayant Munde, who had arranged this house for them, was also with him.

“Namaste bhabhi ji,” he said, smiling.

His smile was suggestive, making her blush deeply. “Namaste Jayant ji, please come in.”

Jayant followed Ramesh inside. Ramesh went to bedroom and Jayant settled on the sofa.

“Bhabhi ji I thought I’ll find you all depressed and worried after this murder incident but you look quite energetic and charming.”

“Well …” she had no words. The way he was looking at her naked waist and navel was making her restless. She had got ready for Ramesh not for him. But now he was enjoying her beauty. She could read in his eyes what would he do with her if he found an opportunity. But there was no opportunity. With Ramesh in next room, nothing could be done.

“Honey make some tea, I’m coming,” Ramesh’s voice came from bedroom.

Now there was an opportunity. Ramesh would take at least 10 minutes. Pappu is upstairs. Jayant could utilize this time if he was smart enough.

Dipti’s eyes went to the India today magazine lying on the centre table and she thought of a plan. She moved forward and deliberately pulled her pallu down while bending forward to pick the magazine, exposing her white milky boobs, covered in tight blouse, and their deep cleavage.


"Read it, till i get tea for you," she said with a smile.

He grabbed the magazine; his eyes were sparkling with excitement. He was looking what she wanted him to look at. To show him as if it had happened by accident she quickly straightened herself and corrected her pallu. “Sorry,” she said. Now excitement from his face vanished. Perhaps he was hoping that she would keep bending in front of him with her pallu down forever. Poor guy.

She turned and walked to the kitchen, her gait sensuous and suggestive, and her ass cheeks shaking seductively. She knew he was watching her. His eyes were on her buttocks. She could feel his gaze on her flesh.

She started the gas and placed the pot filled with water upon it. Then she mixed tea and sugar. But her attention was on the man. She was wondering whether he would come in the kitchen or not. He should not. It was risky.

She heard footsteps outside kitchen. He was coming. Before long she felt him enter into the kitchen. Her heart started to jump inside her chest. But she didn’t turn to look. She stayed still, showing herself lost in the tea making.

She shuddered. His hand was on the left globe of her buttocks.

“Err … what are you doing Jayant ji?” she said without turning back. But his hand didn’t move away from her buttocks.

“It’s a nice saree bhabhi ji, just checking the fabric,” he said caressing her round globes.

“It’s Ramesh’s favorite, you know,” she said.

“Nice choice. Now it’s my favorite too.” He said squeezing her ass cheek.

“Ouch … really.” His hand was working lewdly on her buttocks. She felt her breathing rise with every move of his hand on her tender flesh.

“Yes. I hope I’m not crossing my limits.”

“You are. Be advised however, my husband can come out of the washroom any moment.”

“Let him come … we are just chatting here aren’t we.” he said.

She giggled. “Keeping bad intentions toward your friend’s wife is not good Jayant ji.”

“My intentions are good bhabhi ji.” He said running a finger across her ass crack. “I’m taking care of my friend’s wife.”

She turned to face him. His eyes were drenched in lust. For a moment he looked at her face then dropped his eyes on her bulging breasts. He was really up to something. She felt panic rise within her. Ramesh could come out of washroom any moment.

“I think you should go back to living room. Ramesh can come any moment,” she said.
But as if he didn’t hear anything. He pulled her pallu down and looked hungrily at her breasts trapped in tight blouse. She had not expected this from him. Her breathing grew heavy instantly making her breasts rise and fall rhythmically on her chest. He grabbed both of her moving fruits and squeezed them hard.

“W-what are you doing Jayant ji …” she said with effort.

He didn’t say anything and kept squeezing them. She closed her eyes. Her face was pink. Suddenly he released her boobs. He was opening the front hook of her blouse. Now she panicked and pulled his hands away and quickly adjusted her pallu back to its normal position.

“Stop it Jayant ji. It’s not done.” She said. “My husband is in next room and you …”

“I just want to take a look … please bhabhi.” He pleaded.

“You don’t understand. We both would be in trouble if he …” she said.

But he was not ready to listen. Don’t know why he was ready to take such a big risk. It didn’t make sense.

“Don’t worry bhabhi ji. Ramesh wouldn’t mind … trust me,” he whispered into her ears.

This was weird statement. Why was he saying such a weird thing? And why on the earth Ramesh wouldn’t mind. She was confused.

“What are you saying?” she said.

“He is a cuckold,” he whispered again with authority as if it was obvious fact.

Oh boy it was news. But if it was true it was disgusting. Whatever fun she was getting with Jayant vanished out of the window.

“Please go back to the living room. Tea is ready.” She said sternly.

Suddenly she caught him looking toward the window. Instantly she turned to take a look. She saw a figure at the window who managed to get away before she could figure who he was. Was theory given by Jayant right? She couldn’t believe it.

“Who was at the window?” she asked him.

“Your beloved husband who else. He was enjoying the show,” he said, trying to convince her.

“I can’t believe it,” she said and went to the window and peeked outside. Window opened into the street, beyond which was a boundary surrounding the colony. It was deserted place. There was darkness everywhere. Perhaps there were no street lights back there. She tried to look in every direction but couldn’t find anyone.

Just then Jayant embraced her from behind and said, “Calm down bhabhi ji and let him enjoy.”

She pushed him away and turning toward him said, “Stop this nonsense.”

Leaving him in the kitchen she went to the bedroom. Washroom door was closed. She went to the door. “Ramesh!”

She didn’t get any answer. “Ramesh!”

Nothing.

She knocked at the door. With the pressure of her hand door pulled open. Washroom was empty. Now her head started spinning. Was Jayant really right about him being cuckold? Holy crap.

She rushed out of the bedroom and found Jayant at the kitchen door.

“What happened bhabhi ji?” he said. There was lewd smile on his face.

“Enough of it Jayant ji … this is not funny,” she said huskily.

She went to the kitchen window and shouted “Ramesh!” She wanted to confirm whether it was really him at the window. But she didn’t get any response. She called few more times but still nothing.

Frustrated she came back to living room and threw herself on the sofa and pulled down her head in her hands. “How can you people do such a thing with me,” she said.

“Sorry bhabhi ji we thought you’ll like it.”

“How can I like it? It is disgusting … you know.”

She stood up and went to the bedroom again and picked her mobile. She dialed Ramesh’s number and holding the phone on her ear stepped out from the bedroom. Phone was ringing nearby. It didn’t take long to figure from where sound was coming.

It was coming from outside the kitchen. She felt her heart sank. It was very disheartening. So Ramesh was indeed outside. She couldn’t gather her courage to go into the kitchen. She was wondering how she would face him.

He didn’t answer the call.

“Jayant ji I think you should leave immediately,” she said.

He grimaced and shook his head. Then he pulled his phone out from his pocket and dialed a number. Ramesh’s phone rang again.

Jayant went to the kitchen and peeked outside the window.

“His phone is lying on the ground. Where the hell he is,” he said looking genuinely surprised.

Now wave of unwanted fear travelled throughout her body and she rushed to the window. In the darkness she could she flashing light of mobile lying on the ground. Where is Ramesh, question shadowed her mind like a storming clouds.

“I think something is wrong Jayant,” Dipti said as flashing light of mobile vanished with the disconnection of call. She was thinking about the murder of woman, early in the day. She was trying not to think anything bad for Ramesh but still foreboding feeling was rising within her. “I think we should call police.”

Just then she heard main door open. With a flash of light she turned and rushed out of the kitchen. It was Ramesh and he was bolting the door with great urgency. He seemed in the grip of great fear. She had never seen him in such a condition before. But whatever, she took a deep sigh of relief seeing him.

“What happened Ramesh?” Jayant spoke before she could ask the same question.

“S-s-somebody attacked,” he stammered and went to the bedroom. He was not making eyes contact with her.

She followed him in the bedroom and said, “Can I ask what you were doing there out there.”

He didn’t answer.

“Jayant told me something very weird about you.”

“What?” he asked with urgency.
“He said that you are cuckold.”

He went to the door and closed it. He didn’t want Jayant to hear their private conversation.

Coming back to her he said, “Don’t trust him. He’s a liar.”

“Then what were you doing out there,” she asked.


He went silent again. Then he looked at her and said, “instead of asking me you should explain me something.”

Now she felt embarrassed. “W-what.”

“He was caressing your ass and you were saying nothing to him. Can I ask why?”

“I don’t know what you saying. Such thing never happened.” She said in unconvincing voice. She was bad liar.

“I saw everything with my eyes. He was caressing, fondling and squeezing your ass cheeks and you were standing there, enjoying his every dirty act.”

For a second she looked at him with wide eyes then out of shame she dropped her eyes. Then she noticed bulge in front of his trouser. He was accusing her of adultery but somehow he seemed to enjoy this accusation. This was weird. But whatever it sent titillating sensation across her body. It meant she could enjoy the attention of people without worrying about Ramesh.

Seeing him looking at his bulge he said, “Okay I accept I’m cuckold.”

She “It’s weird but I think I don’t mind.”

He looked uncomfortably at her. “I can’t believe that Jayant told on me.”

“Actually he was trying to convince me,” she said. “He wanted to see my breasts. And I was not ready for that. He said you wouldn’t mind if I show him ...”

“Son of a bitch …” he said. “You know he himself is cuckold.”

“Really?”

“Yes. He talked me into this and convinced me …. And now he told on me.”

“But why you agreed for all this,” she said.

“I don’t know why?”

He seemed tense. There was possibly no explanation for this. She knew she would also not be able to explain why she allowed Jayant to do whatever he did in the kitchen. She decided to leave the topic. “But Ramesh, why did you go outside at this time. There was total darkness out there. I was worried for you. Today a woman has been murdered here.”

Her words brought back fear on his face. His face turned red.

“Can you tell what happened back there? Your mobile is still out there,” she said.

She saw him swallow. Then taking deep breath he said, “My attention was inside. When you turned to window I got away quickly. I was standing against the wall. Suddenly someone came out of nowhere and tried to stab me with a knife. I grabbed his hand. He was strong very strong. I don’t know how I survived his attack. My mobile fell but I didn’t care and ran for it.”

Dipti listened everything holding her breath. “Dear God,” she said. “I think it’s the same killer who had killed this woman. Didn’t you see his face?”

“I’m telling you I couldn’t see. My whole focus was on saving myself from his knife. Besides, there was total darkness back there.”

“I want to kill this Jayant. Due to him …”

“Leave it.”

“How to get your mobile back,” she said.

“Let it be there. We’ll see in the morning,”

Just then there was knock on the door. Dipti opened the door. Jayant stepped inside, not bothering the fact that it was their bedroom.

“bhabhi ji is everything all right.” He said.

She didn’t answer.

Ramesh told him everything in detail.

“It’s terrifying Ramesh. I think we should call the police,” Jayant said.

“Yes I also feel the same.”

“And what would I tell the police what I was doing back there,” he said, irritated.

“Oh I didn’t see it that way. Obviously you can’t say that you were watching us from the kitchen window,” he said pointing toward Dipti.

She felt embarrassed at his statement. She hadn’t expected it. She looked at Ramesh. He was also feeling the same. Whatever, this Jayant was really stupid person. He really had no sense of talking. Perhaps he was old cuckold. For him all of this might have been natural. But for them they were not.

“We can’t stay here. We have to find some other place,” Ramesh said, changing the topic.

“I’ll try to arrange but it would be difficult. It will take some time. Till then you have to manage here. If you want you can come to my house for some day,” Jayant said.

“No!!” both Dipti and Ramesh said simultaneously. They knew it would be more disastrous to stay with him.

“I think you are getting late Jayant,” Ramesh said.

“Yes I’m getting late,” Jayant said. “Oh yes … I forgot … My wife just called. She liked the way you fondled her breasts today.”

Dipti was shocked. She stood as it is as Ramesh took Jayant outside bedroom, holding his arm.

As ramesh came back to bedroom, Dipti turned to face him and looked at him accusingly.

“What was he saying Ramesh?” she asked.

“Look Dipti … stop behaving like a sati savitri. If you can allow Jayant to play with your ass then I can also do whatever I like.”

His words hurt. She decided to retaliate. “You had started cheating me and I just followed you. I would never have allowed any man near me had I not seen you with Seema.”

Color of his face changed. He was also feeling the pain. After all, truth is always bitter.

He moved forward and embraced her into his arms. “We won’t get anywhere blaming each other. I think we both want to live our life on our own ways. There shouldn’t be any problem with that until and unless we keep things within limits.”

“What kind of limits,” she asked in an innocent voice.

“I don’t want to tell you. I know you are mature enough to understand what I mean.”

She was getting his point. She was already on that track. But she was wondering whether he would honor these limits. Being woman she was naturally into this but men are different.
“Have you kept your limits until now Mr. Husband?” she asked.

He went silent. Then after few seconds he said, “You bet I have.”

His voice was not convincing. He must have screwed Seema she was sure about that. But she decided to leave the argument.

“I have to cook dinner but I don’t want to go to kitchen,” she said. Indeed she was still under the grip of fear.

He kissed her lips softly. “I can understand. Why don’t we give this task to Pappu.”

“You have arranged useless servant for me. He doesn’t even know how to make tea, cooking would be too much for him.”

“Okay I’ll stay with you in the kitchen … would that be fine,” he said.

“That would be great. But we have to keep this window close until we are here,” she said.

He nodded. “You are right.”

Taking dinner they returned back to bedroom leaving the dishes for Pappu. They changed into night clothing and settled comfortably on the bed. Getting closer to Ramesh, she asked, “How is she?”

“Who?”

“Jayant’s wife … who else.”

“She is fine,” he said.

“Did you like her?”

“No,” he said.

“Then why did you fondled her breasts,” she asked. She wanted to know what made him do such thing.

“You want to know?” he said.

“Yes.”

“I fondled her breasts because I was provoked to do so by Jayant,” he said.

“Tell me in detail,” she said curiously.

“He took me to his home today. I had no idea what he was planning. On our way to his home he started talking about his wife and told. He told me about her figure in detail. He also told me what kind of undergarments she wears. What color she preferred. Now I know that he was trying to raise my interest into his wife. Then he dropped the atom bomb …”

“Atom bomb? What atom bomb,” she asked, surprised.

“He said, ‘My wife wouldn’t mind if you give lewd attention to her boobs.’ For a moment I couldn’t believe whether I was really hearing this. But it was true. His wife met me with seductive smile. She was wearing low neck kameez. Significant portion of her white breasts were visible. I couldn’t help staring at them. Jayant left me with her and went to his bedroom. She asked me what would I like … tea or coffee or something else. I gave her awkward smile. I had never faced such situation in my life. I tried my best to look away from her inviting breasts but when you have such a sight in front of you … you really can’t ignore it.”

“So you kept looking at her breasts,” she interrupted him, her breath heavy with mixture of excitement and jealousy. The way Ramesh was describing the things it seemed that he really had liked her breasts. Now she wanted to know how he managed to fondle them.

“No … I mean I looked away from them many times but each time they managed to pull me back to them. Suddenly she too dropped atom bomb …”

“How?” she said.

“She said, ‘You can touch them, I won’t tell my husband.’ I stared at her blanked-faced. I was wondering whether she was serious with this offer or she was merely joking. But expression on her face said that she was serious. I decided to avail the opportunity.”

“Dear God …” she said.

“What happened? You want me to stop or something.”

“No-no … keep moving,” she said.

“I embraced her left boob in my hand and felt it softly. Its roundness and tenderness travelled across my body.”

“Were they more round and more tender than my boobs,” she asked, jealous.

“No they were not. Did I say that? I’m telling you what I felt at that time. Should I continue?”
“Of course … what happened next?”

“Forgetting about Jayant I felt her boobs, caressing and squeezing them. Suddenly I noticed Jayant. He was peeking from bedroom. I pulled my hand away immediately. Her wife left for kitchen to bring tea and Jayant came back to living room and sat beside me on sofa. He surprised me by saying, ‘why did you pull your hand away from her boobs. Didn’t you like them?’ I looked at him disbelievingly. Then he told me that he was cuckold. I became curious. He told me some of his adventures and talked me into doing it myself. I didn’t like the idea first but finally he managed to convince me …”

Thap … thap …thap. Fist on their bedroom door sounded.

Both exchanged surprised glance.

“It must be Pappu,” Dipti said and climbed down from bed and walked to the door, her feet trembling. Ramesh Joined her quickly. It was Pappu.

“What happened Pappu? Why you disturbed us at this time,” she said.

“Ma’am as I finished washing the dishes I noticed someone in the window. It was dark outside. I couldn’t see him properly. But I don’t know since how long he was standing there.” He said under one breath without stopping.

“Okay don’t worry … go to sleep now,” Ramesh said. “And keep your door locked properly.”

“I thought I should tell you this. sorry for disturbing you,” Pappu said and went away.

Ramesh closed the door and bolted it and then again checked it whether it was done properly or not.

“Ramesh I think we should report this matter to police. He’s still out there. I’m afraid,” she said.

“Don’t worry Dipti. We can’t be sure that it was the same man. It could be anyone,” he said unconvincingly.

“But why would anyone peek inside our kitchen.”

“To get the glimpse of my beautiful wife,” he said taking her into his arms and took her to bed.

He started sucking her boobs. The energy with which he was sucking on her nipples was making her moan with ecstasy. It was different, different than other days. It took her away from the present fearful situation, and she started to melt below him. Her Pussy became wet and ready for his hardness, throbbing with desire.

He penetrated the burning flesh fiercely, in one go. It was different too. Obviously he was more excited today.

“You are so wild today,” she said softly into his ears as he pumped his dick into her.

“I don’t know. I just want to fuck you hard,” he said in a hoarse voice.

And he did fuck her hard till she screamed with a great orgasm. Then exhausting themselves, they drifted to deep sleep into each other’s arms.

 

[The Mask Editor]

Seating at her desk sub-inspector Neelam was reading an autopsy report of latest victim. Her facial expression changed from normal to tense as she reached to the end.

Just then telephone on her desk started ringing. “Good morning sir,” she said.

“Good morning. I want to see autopsy report. Come to my room,” Inspector Parshant said.

“Right sir.” She rose from her seat and went to the small mirror, hung on the wall. She could see her figure up to her chest. Her two round melons looked quite prominent on her chest. She had tried many shirts but all of them displayed bulge of her breasts quite obscenely. Yesterday when inspector was watching them she had felt so embarrassed. There was no way she could hide them.

Shaking her head she got away from the mirror and went to the room of Inspector.

“Sir! Here is the report,” she said putting the papers on his desk in front of him.

“Good. Take a seat.”

She settled on one of the chair and stole a glance at him. He was one of the most handsome officers in department. His facial features were attractive. But in terms of work he was considered most lethargic. So far he hadn’t done any significant work in the department. Rumour has it that he was womanizer. That explained his dismal performance so far.

“Hmm … have you read it?” he asked placing the report back on the desk.

She pulled herself back from her thoughts and said, “Y-yes sir.”

“So what do you think now?” he said. “Do you still think that it was the same killer?”

“Sir, if we see brutal nature of this murder and compare it with the other murders then it seems that it is the handiwork of same killer,” she said.

“Okay, go on,” he said.

She swallowed. He was looking curiously at her. “Sir, traces of semen had been found and …”

“Semen?” he said looking right into her eyes.

“Yes sir,” she said looking at the wall behind his chair. She was feeling uncomfortable the way he was looking at her. Since she had seen worse than this she kept her calm. At least unlike DSP Pritam Gupta, this young inspector was not using dirty double meaning words with her.

Thankfully, saving her from embarrassment he picked the report from desk and started reading it.

“It says just before murder victim had engaged into unprotected sexual intercourse. Words ‘just before murder’ have been highlighted. It means killer and victim knew each other quite well. But this makes this murder different than the others. In earlier cases no traces of any sexual activity had been found.”

“Yes sir,” she said. “If we consider this part then it seems that this murder was done by someone else.

“Report is indicating difference in murder weapon too. Knife used to kill this woman was smaller than those used in earlier murders,” he said.

“You are right sir. I also thought the same,” she said.

“Well whatever this murder has increased the complexity little more. I think we have to put more efforts to nail this killer,” he said. “By the way what are you doing in the evening?”

She was not expecting any such question. But her answer was clear. “I’ll be busy in the investigation of this case sir.”

“Come on Neelam … Live a little. There will always be something to investigate here. We have to enjoy our life too,” he said.

He seemed genuinely philosophical. But she knew he was not. She could see his real intention behind the curtain of this philosophy. He was handsome al right but his character was not impressive. She would never fall in his trap.

“I enjoy my work sir,” she said. “And for me work and life is same thing.”

Dipti was walking across the living room. She was waiting for Ramesh. He had gone at the back of the house to pick his mobile. Waking up in the morning, both of them had peeked outside from kitchen window to see whether mobile was still there. To their surprise it was.

Ramesh entered into the house, holding mobile in his hand. “Thank god I didn’t lose it. I have important data in it. Now you can call that policeman who had given you the card. But don’t tell anything about me. It would be difficult to explain what I was doing out there in the dark.”

She nodded and dialed the number.

“Hello?”

“Hello sir, I’m Dipti … you had given me the card yesterday … you remember,” she said.

“Of course I remember you. I can’t forget such a beautiful lady like you. Please tell me how I can help you. I’m at your service.”

She blushed pink. Volume in her mobile was so loud that even Ramesh was also hearing what he was saying. She felt disturbed. She walked away from Ramesh, telling the inspector selected details of yesterday’s incident.

“Hmm … will you be at home at around 11:30,” he asked.

“Yes I’ll be at home.”
“What about your husband. He would be home too?”

She wondered why he asked this. Then she smiled to herself. “No.”

She hung up and looked at Ramesh. There was displeasure on his face. She knew the reason. She had denied him the opportunity to listen what inspector was saying to her.

“He’ll come at 11:30,” she said, avoiding his eyes.

 

[The Mask Editor]

Ramesh lay on the bed, staring at the whirling fan above. He had taken leave today. He wasn’t in the mood to go to office after yesterday’s incident. But there was one more reason behind this. He wanted to be at home when inspector came. He looked at the watch. 11:20 a.m.

Just then door bell rang. He jumped off the bed and went to the door and peeked outside. Dipti was walking to the main door. It was perfect time. Pappu was also not around. He had sent him to the market. He wouldn’t be home until 1 p.m. He wondered whether the hidden camera he had placed in the living room was working properly or not. Then he thought that he had checked it before hiding it there and it must be working fine.

He saw a young man dressed in khaki uniform enter into the house. He looked handsome. When both Dipti and inspector reached near the sofa, he could hear what they were speaking.

“Sir, please take a seat,” Dipti said.

“It’s okay Dipti ji. I would like to see your kitchen,” he said.
His eyes were drenched in lust. He was leering at her breasts.

“Okay … it’s there,” she said pointing toward the kitchen.

Inspector walked into the kitchen. Dipti followed him. Now they were beyond his sight. He wondered what was happening in there. After five minutes both of them emerged together. Inspector’s hand was on her rear. Dipti was looking bit uncomfortable. Perhaps she knew that Ramesh was watching her. Which he was.

“Don’t worry Dipti ji. If you see anyone again outside your kitchen window call me immediately. I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you sir,”

“I also want to take care of your cunt,” he said moving his hand across her ass crack.

“Err… I beg your parden,” she said.

“You have got good assets on your body Dipti ji,” he said to her, roaming his hand all over her buttocks.

“T-thank you sir,” she said.

“Your husband is a lucky man,” he said and reached for her boobs. “What is the size of these oranges?”

“34 … I think,” she said.

“You think? Hahaha … nice joke,” he laughed. “What is the size of your husband’s …”

“I don’t know …” she blushed.

“Doesn’t he show it you,” he said wickedly.

“He does but I never measured it.”

Inspector unzipped his trouser. Ramesh heart skipped a beat. He looked at Dipti to find her reaction. It was difficult to say what she was feeling but in her eyes there was curiosity.

When Inspector pulled his dick out, Ramesh noticed that it was bit smaller compared to his own size. He felt proud on his endowment.

“Please hold it in your beautiful hand,” he said.

Dipti looked toward the bedroom door. Ramesh quickly got away. When he peeked outside again, Dipti was holding his dick in her hand. He was sure that it was getting recorded in the camera. Smile of satisfaction emerged on his face. This should be enough to get rid of Dipti.

Now there would be no hindrance between him and Seema. Ramesh’s parents had forced him to marry Dipti. She was from wealthy family and so his parents agreed willingly. They forced him to sacrifice his love. He married Dipti with heavy heart. But he couldn’t love her. Seema was his only love. He enjoyed fucking Dipti’s pussy all right but now he was getting fed up with her. And now after seeing her like this who would want to stay with her. She is a bitch.

Ramesh drifted away from the door silently without making any noise. There was wicked smile on his face. What he couldn’t do yesterday had been done today. Had he not been attacked by some freak, he would have recorded infidelity of Dipti yesterday itself. But there was no need to worry now. Finally there was evidence with him and now she would not be able to deny divorce to him. He would also show this to his parents if need be. But he thought that it wouldn’t be needed.
Dipti stood in front of inspector holding his dick in her hand. It was hard like a rock. She could feel when it throbbed in her hand. She knew Ramesh was watching her and this fact was disturbing her a little. She still hadn’t adjusted to the fact that her husband was cuckold. For her it was better if she had complete privacy at this moment. That would have enhanced her enjoyment. Now she was apprehensive all the time about what Ramesh was thinking about her. What if he didn’t like what she was doing? Thinking about it for a moment she pulled her hand away from his dick.

“What happen, Dipti ji?” he said squeezing her right boob. “Didn’t you like it?”

“Actually my husband is home. He’s sleeping in bedroom,” she whispered to him.

“Holy shit … why didn’t you tell me that,” he whispered back and quickly pulled his dick back into the trouser.

“I wanted to tell but …”

“Okay don’t worry,” he whispered. “I have safe place. Call me whenever you can come with me and I will give your cunt damn good fuck.”

She smiled to herself. Poor inspector was dreaming about her pussy but he would never get any such opportunity. But since he was policeman she thought it wise to make this point clear to him. She didn’t want him to keep any grudge against her.

“Sorry sir … but I can’t come … sorry,” she said.

“Why … what’s the matter?” he said.

“I just can’t. I’m married woman and I have my limitations. I hope you understand.”

“If you can hold my dick in your hand then why can’t you hold it in your cunt?” he said. “Come on you’ll like it.”

“Sorry sir,”

Anger and irritation gathered on his face. Now he seemed a dangerous person to talk with. She wondered whether Ramesh would come for rescue or not if he did something weird. But thankfully he turned and walked to the door. His feet were hitting hard on the floor. Clearly he was not the right man for teasing. She was apprehensive about him from the beginning. And when he had come she had not given him any indication which could prompt him. But in kitchen he himself started caressing her buttocks. She didn’t stop him for she was enjoying a bit and also because of Ramesh. She knew he had skipped his office for purpose.

Now she had irritated a policeman and this was not right thing to do.

 

[The Mask Editor]

Ramesh stepped out of bedroom. Dipti was at main door, closing it. he was wondering what she was talking with inspector. They were whispering so low that he couldn’t hear anything. Well fuck it … who cares.

“Is he gone?” Ramesh asked.

“Yes,” she said without looking at him. “He asked me to hold his …. And I could say no to policeman … are you angry.”

“No I’m not honey,” he said. Keep doing it you bitch, I don’t care. Your sluttish behavior is good for me.

“I’m going for bath, don’t disturb me,” she said, smiling.

“Sure baby,” he said smiling back.

As she disappeared into the bedroom he quickly rushed to the corner and picked his camera from the flower pot. To his surprise it had recorded nothing. Apparently it had gone off on its own. Perhaps battery was low. Damn.

He walked desperately across the living room. Then he stepped out in the lawn and dialed a number.

“Hi good morning,”

“Good morning Seema. You have to give me more time,” he said

“Why you want more time. Just take damn divorce from her and …”

“It’s not that easy I have told you already. Her father is lawyer and wealthy. He wouldn’t allow this divorce without any reason.”
“Yesterday evening you had told me that you had got a plan to get rid of her.”

“Well I’m working on it,” he said.

“Look Ramesh I can give you just one week. After that I have to marry where my parents want.”

“You had said that you will never marry. Now you are changing my love,” he said.

“I love you Ramesh you know that. And I’ll never be happy with any other man. But you must understand my situation. My parents are depressed and unhappy because of me. Now you are married for two years and what have I got in these two years. If you want me in your life then you have to take a stand. You didn’t earlier but now you have to, for I can’t let my parents suffer because of me. They want to see me settled and happy in a family of my own. Please understand my situation. Please find some way …”

She hung up but her last words started flashing in his mind. Please find some way … Please find some way.

This problem can’t be solved in one week. Even if he gathered the evidence of Dipti’s infidelity procedure of court will take much longer time. He would never be able to get rid of Dipti in one week. He had to think something else. Some short cut.

As he was walking anxiously in the lawn thinking about the probable solutions his eyes went to the house across the street where a woman was murdered yesterday. And then he got the short cut he was looking for. Four women had been murdered in this area. One more can be added to that number safely. A wicked smile emerged on his. This solution seemed perfect. If he executed this murder with perfect planning then there would not be any problem. And then finally he would be with Seema. Great Ramesh great … you are really great.

Just then his phone rang. It was Jayant.

“Hello,” he said.

“Ramesh, boss is calling you yaar come immediately,”

“I’m on leave Jayant,” he said.

“There is some urgent matter. You have to come.”

He winced in frustration and said, “Okay I’m coming.”

He went inside and knocked on the bathroom door. “Dipti I’m going to office.”

“But you were on leave,” she spoke with opening the door.

“Yeah … but boss wants me urgently in the office.”

“Okay.”

He slipped out of main door and closed it behind him. Then thinking something he turned back. He pushed open the door. Let it be open. Killer might take it as invitation for another murder. That would be just great for him. That way he would be saved from killing his own wife.

 

[The Mask Editor]

Dipti was drying her body with soft towel. In last few days she had become so sensitive that even towel was also generating exciting feeling within her as she was rubbing it all over her body to soak the droplets of water. She went to the mirror and looked at her chest. She smiled seductively. Her hanging boobs were looking beautiful. It seemed as if after getting the touch of different men they have grown in beauty. Then she bent a little to stare at her womanhood between her legs. It had also felt different hand upon it lately and perhaps it had also changed a little. She touched the clit and rubbed it gently, sending thrilling sensation across her. Now she was sure that it had become more sensitive.

“Hey you dirty pussy, keep this fact in mind that you will never get different dicks. You have to stay content with just one cock. And that cock is of my husband,” she said to her pussy and giggled.

Suddenly something took her attention and she straightened herself. She was not sure but she thought that she had heard something. Perhaps bedroom door had opened and rusty hinges cried with it. But Ramesh was gone and Pappu was also not at home. Perhaps Ramesh hadn’t left yet.

She wrapped towel around her body. She hadn’t kept her clothes in bathroom. They were lying on the bed.

With hesitation she grabbed the knob of bathroom door. Then taking deep breath she pulled it open.

“Ramesh is that you?” she said, taking step out of bathroom.

“No it’s me … lucky old man.”

She couldn’t believe her eyes. Shinde was standing right in front of her in her bedroom, grinning.

“S-Shinde ji … what are you doing in my bedroom,” she said in angry tone. Obviously it was not done.

“It’s my house you forgot,” he said politely.

“Yeah … but now we live here on rent,” she said. “Please go sit in the living room … I’m coming.”

He grabbed her towel and pulled it strongly. She tried her best to hold it on her body but couldn’t keep it. Before she could understand or do anything she was standing naked in front of his leering eyes.

“We have great opportunity today Dipti. Why don’t we screw a little?”

Sight before him was unbelievable. This was not the first time he was seeing the woman naked. But this young woman in front of him was epitome of beauty. It seemed as if great craftsman, called god, had crafted her body with a great precision. Her slender waist had beautiful curves at exactly right places. And two delicious fruit hung on her chest seemed just about ready for eating. They looked as if they had ripened recently. Possibly Ramesh hadn’t given much attention to them. So bad.

Then he shifted his eyes downward. She was hiding her pussy from his eyes. this was unnecessary.

“P-please Shinde ji give my towel back,” she pleaded.

“Why you want to deny such a beautiful sight to this old man,” he said. “You are most beautiful woman I ever saw. Now please remove your hand and show me your chut.”

“Give me my towel then I’ll show you,” she said.

She was not looking at him. Her eyes were on floor. Her face was pink with embarrassment. But her rosy cheeks were looking quite beautiful.

“I’ll see the chut first and then you will receive your towel,” he said.

She looked at the bed from the side of her eyes. Her clothes were lying there. He lunged to the bed before she could and picked her clothes.

“You are not getting anything to wear until you show me that little thing you are hiding behind your hand,” he said and grinned.
“Please Shinde ji. This is not done.”

Was there anger in her tone? This woman was spicy. He would love to insert his dick into her tiny hole and fuck her hard.

“What is not done? You are hiding beautiful sight from me. I my opinion this teasing is not done. You should be little courteous toward owner of this house.”

She went silent. She was thinking something.

“Okay. I’ll remove my hand but I have one condition,” she said.

“Tell me. I’ll fulfill whatever you’ll say.”

“After seeing it you will go out of my bedroom like a good old man,” she said. “Is that okay with you?”

“Fair enough.” He smiled and waited.

She lifted her hand slowly and revealed the great treasure to his old eyes. His heart jumped with excitement seeing such a beautiful cunt. It was white, it was silky and most of all, it was hairless. There was not even a single hair upon it. Both parts held tightly together creating a tight line of crack. He wondered how he would feel when his dick would slide in such a beautiful thing.