Fucking Politics - Pt 2 (Cheating Wife And Payback)
My name is Rishi. I’m married to a gorgeous girl named Disha. She has a model like a face and a body which I get to enjoy almost every night. At times when she doesn’t feel like, my mother-in-law Mandakini is more than willing to use her body to pleasure me. I’m a software engineer who works in a reputed company in a good post. I live in a big bungalow in the posh region of Mumbai city. All in all my life seems perfect. But it isn’t… A couple of months ago my parents were brutally murdered. My father got a blow to his head as he bled to death. While my mother was forced into sex by 5 men out in an open field before she died out of shame. “I’m going to make that son of a bitch Ganga Singh pay!” I used to shout every time I saw the criminal responsible for my parent’s death, roaming around free, on the news. Ganga has high connections from the politicians in Delhi. Despite my being married to a politician’s daughter, I can’t bring him to justice. At least not now. But I will! Hotel Velvet Pleasures, Goa. Inside a honeymoon suite. “Ahhhh…! You are being too rough. Please slow down,” said Disha. At that moment I was pounding Disha’s ass. My wife was in the shower with her breasts pressed against a full-size glass mirror in the bathroom. I turned her head and smooched her to keep her mouth shut. I continued to fuck her butt. She wasn’t loving it and neither was I, but it was necessary. Disha and I had our wedding three weeks ago with blessings of Mandakini chachi. She is Disha’s mother whom I call ‘Maa’ now and Dhangiri Dhar, Disha’s father. He is a top leader of SRP political party. Although I fuck her for her beauty, I married her for power, her father’s political power. I continued my job as a software engineer. But during the wedding, I kept in mind to get acquainted with every political individual who visited the ceremony. I would need their assistance when I join politics. A few days later I was sitting with my wife and my in-laws in the lawn one morning. We were having tea and biscuit while having a conversation. “Why Goa?” asked Mandakini Maa. “Yes, I can arrange you a honeymoon trip to Europe or Australia.” added my father-in-law, Dhangiri. Both looked at Disha and she responded with pointing towards me. I took a sip of hot tea and looked at their faces, who were hoping to get an answer. “Thanks for your generosity.” I said, “But Goa is all I can afford to take my wife on a honeymoon and…” “And that’s why I like you,” said Dhangiri. He liked the fact that I prefer to be independent. I won’t take money from anyone, no matter what. That was one of the qualities he liked about me when he agreed to give me his daughter. Although the reason I gave was not a lie, it wasn’t the complete truth either. The reason I decided to go to Goa for the honeymoon was something else. To survive in politics you need strong allies. Trustworthy people that I must gather all by myself. This way they won’t think of me as Dhangiri’s son-in-law but for who I am, Rishikesh Rajyogi. ‘Rajyogi’- the one destined to rule. In Goa, there was going to be a political meeting, an event that I must visit. There were going to be some powerful people that I needed on my side. After tea, I got up to leave for the office. “Disha, come I’ll drop you home,” I called my wife. “Farooq chacha will take me home,” said she hinting that she wanted to spend more time at her father’s place. “Yes son, let her stay,” said Dhangiri. I nodded and picked up my keys to leave. “Wait, Rishi, I’ll come with you,” said Manda Maa. “I am going to the mall,” said she looking at her husband. She sat in the backseat as I took the car out of the driveway. She seemed oddly quiet as she wore black glasses and looked outside the window. The only pleasure I got from her was by staring at her low cut blouse and see her boobs bounce every time the car went over speed breakers and potholes. “I can’t believe that I am actually married to your princess daughter. You have still not told me how you convinced her to marry me,” I spoke trying to break the silence. It worked as I suddenly had her attention. But it was more disturbing that appealing. “Ya…ah. Oh..ha..” the words coming out of her mouth made no sense. Clearly, there was something bothering her. I stopped the car at the side and requested her to come to sit forward. She did so without hesitation. We took off again. “Now tell me, is there something bothering you?” I said gently touching her lips and holding her chin to turn her towards me. At a signal when we stopped I slid my hand lower running down her neck and landing on her chest. “You seem so stressed,” I said squeezing her right tit. She didn’t respond. “Tell me,” I said slipping my hand inside her blouse and pinching her nipple hard. She suddenly pulled my hand out pointing that the signal was green. Or perhaps she was pointing at the traffic policeman under the signal who was looking at us. As we were on our way she suddenly removed her glasses. That’s when I saw tears in her eyes. She had been crying all that time. “Abhay Virkrant,” she spoke all of a sudden. “He was in college with Disha. She loves him very much and wanted to marry him.” She then paused for a while. She seemed to be struggling with words to tell me this next thing. She was unable to say it in a proper sentence. But what I understood was this. Disha had told her mother about this affair before marriage. Manda told Disha that her father would never agree to marry her to a man of a lower class. If he finds out about this relationship, her father won’t even hesitate to kill Abhay. She suggested her to get married to a man of her father’s choice. So that she can at least be friends with the man she loves, without her father suspecting anything. “You need to kill, Abhay Virkrant,” said she. It was a bit of an extreme move so I stop her thought. “There’s no need to do that.” There was a couple of minutes of silence.