Mr. Mehta stood in the doorway, waiting. His balls were twisting with anticipation, and his cock was jerking in his underwear. It had been almost a year since he had drilled a young cunt. She was mistress of his friend, Pawan, and he was fortunate to get an opportunity. Though she was beautiful, compared to Suman she was nothing. If everything happened as planned, it would be the best sexual adventure of his life. He hated the woman, no doubt, but this hatred had spiced things further. He was looking forward to seeing her facial expression when he penetrated her. That would be the best moment of his life. Not every day you get to screw your enemy.
His lips curled up in a wicked smile as he thought about the whole situation.
The door opened. As he had expected, Suman was standing in front of him clad in a skirt and top. Her eyes were on the floor. How clever. Now she was behaving like a faithful housewife.
"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" he asked.
She glanced up, looking into his eyes, confused.
"I wanted you to wear these clothes for a reason," he said with a scornful expression. "What you were doing in the jungle wasn't a normal thing. Only a whore could commit such a sin. Your husband is away, and you were pleasing another man with your ass. Why don't you die with shame? Maybe you no longer feel any shame."
Her face turned red. She was angry. But instead of saying anything in return, she lowered her eyes to the floor.
Mr. Mehta smirked. His enemy was finding hard to look into his eyes. He remembered how she was shouting at him when he had come to plead ten months ago. He was standing exactly where he is standing now. "Get lost!" she had shouted. But now she was not in a position to utter even a single word. What an opportunity had come his way.
"Hey you," Mr. Mehta addressed Kallu. "You can go now."
"I will not disturb..." Kallu.
"Go...! I don't want you here. Get out."
Giving Suman a sympathetic look, Kallu walked out of the door. Taking a deep breath, Mr. Mehta stepped into the house and closed the door behind him, securing the latch.
"W-what are you doing?" she said.
"Tonight, I'm staying here with you."
"You can't stay here."
"Of course I can. Should I take permission from your husband?" Mr. Mehta said, pulling his mobile from his pocket. "I don't know how he will react to the news that his wife has been screwed in the bushes by the maid's son."
Imitating a call, he held the mobile to his ear.
"Please stop," she pleaded.
"Can I stay here then?"
She nodded.
"Thank you very much. It feels nice to be back in this house. I love this house, you know," he said.
Giving her a contemptuous look, he went to the sofa and sat down on it. "Come here."
"Please don't do this to me," she pleaded.
"Come here at once," he shouted.
She was trembling as she walked to him. When she got closer, he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap, her soft buttocks settling right at his crotch. His cock responded immediately with a jolt, sending waves of excitement through him.
He reached for her ass cheeks with both hands and caressed them lewdly. "Um... they are so soft, so tender."
"Please stop it."
"Don't worry, darling, I'll give you more joy than Kallu," he said, inserting his hand into her skirt. Reaching her anus, he caressed it softly. "You like to get dick in your ass, don't you?"
She did not respond.
"You were moaning with ecstasy when Kallu was drilling your back door. Will you also give me this opportunity?"
"No!" she said.
He started laughing.
***
Mr. Mehta, Suman's enemy, was caressing her asshole in an obscene manner. Suman wanted to stand up, but he was holding her tightly in his lap. She was trying to take her attention away from his probing finger. But it was difficult. No matter how hard she tried, his finger was taking her full attention. Its obscene movements were difficult to ignore. It seemed as if he was playing some magical trick because erotic sensations had started emanating in her body. She was surprised, but helpless. Her body was betraying her.
Suddenly she felt pressure at her sphincter. He was trying to insert his finger into it.
"No, please..." she pleaded.
He chuckled. He wasn't going to stop.
She felt a slight pain as his finger penetrated her slowly. By and by his full finger was inside her asshole, her inner muscles gripping it tightly.
"Ahh," she moaned as he rubbed her insides. "Please," she said, trying to stop him. She was feeling uncomfortable with the joy his finger was giving to her.
Putting his lips on her nape, he whispered into her ear, "You are a hot slut. Look... how your ass muscles are responding to my finger. I'm sure they'll respond in a similar manner to my cock. What do you say?"
"Please don't do this to me," she pleaded, turning back and looking into his eyes.
He winked lewdly and whispered, "I can't stop now. Not after seeing you get fucked by Kallu. If he can enjoy with you, why can't I? Don't behave like a faithful wife. You are already cheating on your husband."
"That was a mistake."
"Mistake? You were taking his cock very nicely. It wasn't a mistake. You were enjoying with him."
"I-I had lost control..."
"Lose it again because I'm not stopping till I dig your hole with my weapon."
He pulled her face to his and looked into her eyes. His eyes were drenched in lust. He was running his tongue across his lower lip. Oh shit, he was going to kiss her. She tried to pull her face away but couldn't. He grabbed her lips in his and started kissing her deeply. He sucked her lips to his heart's content and then moved downward toward her breasts.
Already her breasts were exposed due to the low neck of the top. Very easily, he pulled one boob out and started sucking it. Meanwhile, his other hand continued its work on her ass. She tried her best not to respond, but her control was evaporating fast. Now erotic joy was flowing through her from two sensitive spots of her body: her asshole and boobs. It was shockingly amazing. She told herself to regain control, told herself to suppress a feeling of joy, but it was no longer possible.
Whatever was happening was wrong. But there was no alternative. Mr. Mehta was going to use her body anyway, whether she liked it or not. It was better if she let it happen smoothly. Moreover, the joy she was feeling was beyond imagination. It was something new. She was approaching toward an explosive orgasm and he had not even penetrated her yet. Wasn't it something special?
Very soon she was shuddering with joy. "Ooooh!"
"Move a little," he said, pulling his hand out from her skirt. She shifted further on his lap.
He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. Her eyes went wide at the sight. It was also much bigger than her husband's, almost equal to Kallu's monster.
"I-I can't take it," she said, hoping he would drop the idea. Actually, she was already feeling pain in her ass due to hard pounding by Kallu. Her asshole was fragile at the moment. It needed some rest.
"You have to take it. You don't have any option. Slid your panties down and bring your hole right over my cock."
She felt a wave of shiver again. There was no other option. She pulled her panties down with trembling hands and pushed her ass towards his eagerly waiting cock.
"Move it up," he said, slapping on her ass cheek.
She raised her back up in the air.
"Oh my God, your back entrance is so beautiful. I can't wait now," he said hungrily.
Spitting on his fingers, he applied his saliva to the sphincter, sending waves of anxiety through her. He was going to penetrate her ass.
When he placed the head of his penis at the opening of her hole, she closed her eyes and stopped her breath.
Holding her thighs, he pulled her down onto his cock. Fortunately, his cock slipped away from the hole. Placing it back at the entrance, he tried again. Again, the same thing happened; it slipped away as he applied force.
"Damn it!" he shouted in frustration.
"I think it will not go in. Let's drop this idea."
"I'll fuck your ass, come what may..." he said, placing his cock again at her asshole.
To her horror, he succeeded this time. The head of his cock slipped in.
"No!" she shouted. She was feeling tremendous pain. "Please pull it out."
"Relax. Let your hole adjust to my cock. It'll be all right. Just relax."
Just then, her phone started ringing. It was lying on the sofa. Mr. Mehta reached for it.
"It's your husband," he said.
"Cut it," she said. She looked at the screen. He had already accepted the call.
She grabbed the phone. "Hello," she said.
"Hi Suman. Were you talking to someone?"
"N-No...aahhh," she cried in pain. Mr. Mehta had pushed his cock further into her little hole.
"Honey, are you all right?" Sanjay asked.
"Yeah...aahh..." she cried in pain again. Mr. Mehta was pushing his cock further in. He was not waiting even for the call to end. "I'll call you later. I'm not feeling well."
Ending the call, she switched off the mobile. "What's your problem? I was talking to my husband, and you were deliberately trying to insert yourself further. Can't you see my pain?"
"There is no gain without pain... hahaha," he said, pushing her down forcefully onto his cock. She felt tremendous pain as his cock pushed further in, tearing away the resistance.
"P-please stop!" she shouted.
She had the feeling that he would not stop. But he did. By now, half of his dick was inside her.
"You have a very tight hole. Even after getting drilled by Kallu, your hole seems to be virgin."
He pulled his cock out. It gave her great relief. But this relief didn't last long. He was applying more saliva to her hole and his cock. Soon his cock was back at her rear entrance, ready to enter.
When he pushed her down, she realized that this time his cock was sliding in smoothly. There was just slight pain. He pushed her up until only the head of his cock remained in her hole. Then he again pulled her down, sending his cock into her.
He repeated it again. Then again.... and again.
Suman was feeling so much joy that she exploded into an intense orgasm within a minute, her breath heavy with excitement.
He fucked her like that for about fifteen minutes. Then he told her to get on all fours on the floor. She hesitated a little but then complied eventually, settling on her hands and knees on the floor.
Mr. Mehta removed his trousers and underwear, keeping the shirt on, and positioned himself behind her.
Holding her hair, he penetrated her with great force and then started banging her ass with long and deep strokes. She got tired, but there was no sign of any tiredness in his strokes. She had no idea how many times she came.
Suddenly he increased his speed and then, with a loud grunt, he began filling her ass with his juice.
They stayed glued to each other for a few minutes. Then Mr. Mehta pulled himself away and went to the washroom, which was adjacent to the kitchen.
Suman came to her bedroom to clean herself up. Now that it was over, she was feeling very uncomfortable with the whole situation. It was unbelievable that she had given full cooperation to Mr. Mehta. And perhaps he too was aware of it.
As she came out of the washroom, the bedroom door opened and Mr. Mehta stepped in. He was still naked below the waist, his semi-erect cock dangling between his legs. Her heartbeat stopped. She had forgotten to latch the door. She didn't expect him to come into the bedroom.
"What are you doing here?" she said.
Instead of answering her question, he came behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, applying pressure. He wanted her to bend down.
Puzzled, she looked back. His cock was hard again.
"I'm tired," she said.
"I want to fuck your pussy now," he said, applying pressure to her shoulders strongly.
She relented and bent down, putting her hands on the edge of the bed.
He yanked her panties down and penetrated her cunt. Since she was already wet, she didn't struggle much to accommodate him.
"You are indeed a whore," he said and started fucking her pussy.
His words infuriated her, and she wanted to push him away but couldn't. The way his cock was moving in and out felt so good that she decided to ignore his statement.
Very soon she was shivering with an intense orgasm. "Ooooh!"
This session also lasted long. He kept pounding her pussy hard, and she kept coming again and again.
By the time he exploded into her cunt, she had experienced almost seven orgasms.
Ejaculating all his juices into her pussy, he pulled his dick out, giving a soft slap on her ass.
She pulled her panties up, adjusted the skimpy skirt and turned toward him. "You will not trouble me again, okay?"
"Who would fuck a whore like you again? My revenge is over."
She gulped. "If you troubled me, I'll tell everything to your wife and son."
His face became tense. "They won't believe you."
"They will..." she said firmly.
"Okay, fine... I won't trouble you," he said.
"And you will not tell my secret to anyone."
"I have taken my revenge. I don't care what you do now."
"Good... I hope we have an understanding now. Get one thing straight. I'm not a bad woman. What happened with Kallu was a mistake."
"I don't care. I'll not tell about you to anyone, and you'll not tell anything about me to my wife and son."
"Deal...!"
Just then the doorbell rang. Both looked at each other in surprise.
"You wait here; let me see who it is," Suman said, walking out of the room.
When she opened the main door, she found Kallu standing there at the threshold.
Before she could say anything, he urgently said, "There is someone in your house."
"What?"
"I was looking everything from your bedroom window. Someone is hiding in your bedroom."
Just then, a noise came from the bedroom. Both of them rushed to it. Mr. Mehta was struggling with a masked man who had a big knife in his hand.
Kallu rushed to the kitchen and returned with a knife and stabbed it into the back of the masked man. Crying in pain, the masked man fell down.
"Who is he?" Mr. Mehta asked.
"I-I don't know," Suman said. "May be a thief."
Kallu removed the mask from his face. "Do you know him?"
Suman's eyes were wide in shock. "He is Gaurav. He works with Sanjay in his office. What was he doing here?"
Kallu shook the masked man and said, "Hey... what were you doing here?" The masked man didn't respond. "I think he is dead."
"Oh, my God... what should we do now?" Suman said, her voice shaking.
"We have to dispose of this dead body," Mr. Mehta said.
To be continued...