Previously:
Richa, an old friend of Komal, visits her. On the same night, she ends up getting fucked by Aamir. That night, Richa explains to Aamir about the first time she had sex with someone other than her husband.
Now:
(Present day:)
“So, what happened then? Did Abhijeet catch you with Javed?”
“Not really. At least, not that I know of.”
(Six years ago:)
After getting fucked by Javed and having her pussy filled with his semen, Richa went to the washing room and washed.
She soon got ready to leave the gym. Then, she went to the dressing room and checked her phone.
She was terrified to see that Abhijeet had called her multiple times!
She soon left the dressing room, and as she came outside the gym, Javed was there, talking to Abhijeet!
Javed was still wearing what he was wearing right before fucking Richa, his exercise kit – t-shirt, shorts, and lifting shoes.
“She’s doing very well, Abhijeet,” Javed said.
“So far, the best member I’ve ever had.”
“Looks like she sweated you pretty well too.”
“Eh, yeah, she…made me pull some weights,” Javed said with a fake smile.
“Oh, here she comes. How was the workout, Richa?”
“Er…it was good, Javed, and…thanks for… helping me with the…workout.”
“She’s very tired, Abhijeet. I think you should take her home soon. Plus, it’s dark. We’ll talk next time, okay?”
“Okay then. Come on, Richa. Let’s go,” Abhijeet said to Richa.
(Present day:)
“So, there was no indication that he knew what happened?” Aamir asked Richa.
“Not that he showed me, but maybe he did. I don’t know. By the way, you know what, Aamir,” Richa said, turning towards Aamir.
“I always wanted to have sex in front of Abhijeet. I think I did just that. I don’t know why but I think Abhijeet knew what was going on but never showed me.”
“Well, maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. I’m just glad you two didn’t go your separate ways,” Aamir said, hugging Richa and kissing her lips once.
“Hmm. You’re not like others, Aamir.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, some of them like to see us abandoning our families so they can use us like we’re their sex slaves or something.”
“Come on, that’s ridiculous!” Aamir said and kissed Richa’s forehead. “Okay, let’s sleep now. We both might have long days tomorrow.”
Aamir and Richa closed their eyes. Aamir waited a while to make sure that Richa was asleep. Then, he woke up and took his phone. He called Rashid.
“Raj?”
“Aman, good that you called. Meet me at 10, as usual,” Rashid said and dropped the call.
Aamir set the alarm to 5 am and put the phone aside. He then went to sleep, hugging Richa from behind.
(5 am)
Aamir woke up and then woke up Richa.
“Aamir, what is it?” Richa said in an annoyed tone as she woke up.
“Richa, I totally forgot. You must return to Komal’s apartment before it’s too late!”
“Oh wow! I also totally forgot that!” Richa said, quickly getting off the bed.
Soon, Richa left Aamir’s apartment and went to Komal’s. The door was still unlocked.
Richa slowly locked the door behind her and went to the guest bedroom.
(8 am)
Someone knocked at Aamir’s door. Aamir opened it to find Raj smiling.
“Good morning, my good friend… neighbour… ‘frieghbour’.”
“Haha.”
“Yeah, would you like to come to join me, Komal, and Richa, for breakfast?”
“Raj, I dunno about this. I think you guys take things too hard because of me.”
“Come on. It’s no problem at all. After all, you’re the only friendly neighbour I have. Others suck. Come on.”
Soon, Aamir was at the dining table with Komal, Raj, and Richa. The four were sitting on either side of the table, two on each side. Aamir intentionally sat next to Raj, so neither Komal nor Richa could try something naughty with him.
“So, Aamir, you have some plans for this morning?”
“Actually, I do, Raj. I’ve got to go meet a friend.”
“Oh. Studying together?”
“Yeah.”
After the meals, Aamir went back to his apartment.
(10 am)
Aamir was at the cafe on the opposite side of the college. There, he met Rashid, a man in his mid-50s. Aamir and Rashid switched off their phones. But this new man put his phone in a weird-looking plastic bag, rolled the bag, and placed it on top of the table.
“Aamir, I’d like you to meet–.”
“I know who he is,” Aamir said, interrupting Rashid as he sat at their table.
Aamir put his face forward. “You’re Saeed, the new commissioner,” he said in a low voice to the new man.
The new man smiled and looked at Rashid. “Damn, this boy is smart,” he said in a low voice, looking back at Aamir. Aamir sat back on his chair.
“How did you know it was me, Aamir?”
“Easy, while we switched off the phones, you didn’t. Instead, you did this,” Aamir said, pointing to the bag on the table.
“You did that because you can’t switch off your phone at will without eventually arousing suspicion among those who work with you because you’re the new commissioner.”
“Wow! Excellent,” Saeed said happily.
“I’m just glad you’re with us and not with the “Bhai Bhai (Brother brother) gang” out there.”
“Thanks, but I don’t think you’re here to talk about that.”
“Oh no, Aamir. No. I wanted to meet you, see you up close with my own eyes.”
“Same here, Saeed. I also wanted to see the man Bashir and I… never mind.”
“Okay, so Rashid told me that you called him this morning. What have you got to say?”
“Oh yeah, sure,” Aamir started talking.
Aamir explained to Saeed and Rashid about the new developments at his side.
“Oh wow, you fucked a new woman just yesterday?” Saeed smiled and asked Aamir.
“Haha, yeah. Anything you want to tell me?”
“Just keep up the good work, Aamir. If there’s another job, we’ll let you know. Just be a good sleeper. You’re very important to all of us.”
Aamir soon left.
Now it’s time to go back in time a little.
After the ‘decommissioning’ of the earlier commissioner (The XXX Sleeper: Part 2), ACP Virat Dubey, 29, sprung into action to know who was behind it.
So far, he’d been able to find out pretty much nothing. The amount of evidence was very little, and there was next to nobody that he could know anything from.
The situation worsened after his two male colleagues were also ‘decommissioned’ with the help of a ‘pressure cooker’ (The XXX Sleeper: Part 4) a few days later.
On top of all, the media wasn’t letting him off the hook either. Headings such as “What Is DCP Virat Dubey Doing?” made him sick.
(Back in the present day, nighttime.)
It was another hard day for him. He came home, and his wife, Sushma, 27, welcomed him.
When Virat went home, Sushma wore a full-body, short-sleeved Indian nighty. Virat put his police cap and Glock 17 service pistol aside and sat on the sofa. Sushma sat by his left side.
“You look upset,” Sushma said as she held her right hand between his hands and his left hand.
Virat smiled, holding Sushma’s hand as he looked at her beautiful face.
“It’s very hard these days, Sushma. The guys I’m up against are really smart.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that, Virat. But, if it helps, I think I can help you relax,” she said, leaning in for a kiss.
The two kissed, and Sushma distanced again. “Go, get a wash. The dinner is ready. After that, I’ll help you relax.”
After washing, Virat dressed in a pair of shorts and sat in his bed when Sushma arrived. Sushma dimmed the light in the room and stood in front of Virat with a sensual smile.
She then let her nighty loose, letting it fall to the floor. She was now naked. Virat smiled.
“Sush, baby, I love you so much,” Virat said happily.
Virat stood up and took off his pants. He, too, was now fully naked.
He threw his arms around Sushma’s waist she hugged her tightly. As Sushma held Virat’s face by placing both her palms on either of his cheeks, the two started sharing a kiss.
“Mmm,” the two were kissing each other wildly with their eyes closed.
After kissing Sushma’s lips for a while, Virat moved to the left side of her neck, kissing her along the way. There, he placed his right palm on the left side of Sushma’s neck. He had her neck pressed against his mouth as he started eating the right side of her neck.
“Ahhh,” Sushma moaned as the fingers of her right hand started running through Virat’s hair. Later, Virat moved his mouth towards Sushma’s right nipple, planting kisses along the way.
Virat, holding Sushma tightly with his left arm, started sucking her right nipple while his right hand fingers played with her left nipple.
“Aaah,” Sushma bit her lip and moaned as Virat occasionally lightly bit her nipple. After tasting her nipple, Virat repeatedly kissed Sushma down to her pussy.
Virat started licking her clitoris while fucking her pussy together with the index and middle fingers of his right hand.
Sushma moaned, placing her right hand on the back of Virat’s head and lightly getting his face pressed against her pussy. At the same time, she closed her eyes and turned her face upwards, moaning with her mouth wide open.
“Ah, baby, I can’t keep standing anymore,” Sushma suddenly said.
Virat stood up and, at once, took Sushma in his arms.
“Ah!” Sushma exclaimed.
Virat then went on to slowly place Sushma on the bed. Virat tried to masturbate to make his cock fully erect, but Sushma sat on the bed and pushed her face towards his cock.
“Let me serve you back, my love,” she said, taking his cock in her mouth.
Soon, Sushma started moving her head back and forth, taking Virat’s cock into her throat.
“Aaah, yeah, baby,” Virat moaned, running his left-hand fingers through Sushma’s hair.
By the time Sushma was done, Virat’s cock was fully erect.
“Come on, my loving husband, do me the honours,” Sushma said, smiling. She laid back on the bed. Virat slowly laid on top of her and slowly entered her.
“Ahhh,” Sushma moaned, closing her eyes. Virat started fucking her, putting his elbows against the mattress on both sides of her head and keeping his upper body a little over her.
With time, Virat paced up, and soon, he was fucking her with his full might. Suddenly, Sushma shivered. Virat paused fucking her.
“Don’t stop. I’m about to cum,” Sushma moaned. Virat continued fucking her.
Soon after, Sushma came into bed. Virat continued fucking her, and soon after, he came inside of her pussy.
“Hmmm,” Virat huffed like a bull as he released the last few loads inside Sushma. He then fell on the bed by the left side of her.
“Wow, that was amazing, Virat,” Sushma said, panting.
Soon, Virat hugged Sushma from behind, and the two closed their eyes.
Meanwhile, Aamir was busy developing a gadget. It was a small mic. Aamir took it in his hand and looked at it with confidence.
“You guys are hiding things from me, and now I’m going to find out what,” Aamir murmured to himself.
To be continued.
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