Hi, I am a devote follower of Devarajji. Without a single thought I can confirm that he is the sole reason behind my successful career. Well, he and my friend Nandan… Nandan had been my childhood buddy. The friendship broke for a bit when I joined college and then when my business consumed me but he had been my strength and support when my businneses collapsed. I am always grateful to him for he had taken me back during the time I needed him the most. Now I work in a top position in his company with him being the only one above me. So when he came to my home, after his divorce although I was reluctant at first, I agreed with my adamant wife and let him stay with us for a while. She persisted that we support him. I never thought that was necessary, for we were professionals first and friends second. Anyways on further thought, I felt this was better in a way. I don’t want to piss of my wife nor do I want to be on the bad side of my boss.
Nandan’s glamour was not just in his career and success. It reflected on his looks as well. My wife Radhika would often remark that he should be a movie star or had it not been me, she would have married him. I always loved her jokes.
Unlike Nandan, workouts were never my thing. I always believed that work and prayer should stand first in anyone’s books and that were the only things that made me happy. Radhika and my daughter Mallika would often comment on how fat I have become, but that never bothered me for I stood on my interests. I’d rather do my paperworks or pray than sweat myself.
Radhika seemed pumped up for Nandan’s arrival. She seem determined to cheer him up and I was glad that I wouldn’t have to engage myself in those. The best I could do was to recommend Devarajji to him but I knew that wouldn’t work. His belief in God was very unlike me which is why I pitied him.
She had prepared a luxurious dinner for us. She had the notion that a good food is one of the easiest way to cheer up a man and I must say, I do agree with her. I filled myself the whole dinner. I sat on the head of the table with Nandan to my right and Radhika to my left. My daughter went and sat next to Nandan. The seat next to Radhika would have been for Niraj but after college and hostel, he rarely came home. Nandan appreciated the dinner very much. He seemed praising her for her culinary skills after every single bite. What a pathetic person he has become. Women are supposed to cook. I can understand a one or two good words for such a great dinner but come on, showering the host with praises, how low has my friend become. I caught Radhika biting her lips once when he spoke. ‘Escort…’ I wanted to tease but I let her have the moments for some. I was having an enormous, delicious dinner with 2 pathetic people and my daughter.
I wasn’t used to this kind of dinner in my house. This was a bit loud dinner. People talking to one another, enquiring about their day, friends , realtives... Nandan head the talk. After having praising my wife’s dinner, he went to side and enquired about my daughter’s studies, her dreams, ambitions. I couldn’t give a shit about those. I was already fumed that she hadn’t married yet, even after she is 20. I had no plans to send her to college. I wanted her to get married as soon as possible and live her life happily in her husband’s house. I would marry her to the richest family I could find and what more did she needed to dream. All she had to do was look after the family while the men brought golds and riches and here she is talking to Nandan on her dreams to be a photographer, Like hell I’d let her be one…
I felt like banging my head to the table when I saw Nandan going to kitchen with his plates offering to help. But I didn’t speak. This was not the friend I had, this was some fool, I’ll let my wife deal with it and hence I went to the living room to watch the TV and Mallika retired to her room.
I must have slept off for about 45 minutes when Nandan came and sat beside. I couldn’t hide my laughter when saw his pant’s zip still open.
‘What?’ he asked, a bit tensed.
‘Your… Your…’ I couldn’t stop my laugh. This pathetic guy must have had his zipper on, the whole day, even when he was helping my wife in the kitchen. ‘Your zip…’ I managed,
You looked down frantically and closed it, his face seemed to be worried as if I caught him. Of course I had caught him, he must be feeling so stupid.
He took some time and then joined my laugh.
Its very easy to go to sleep when you are full. I hated when Radhika annoyed me by cuddling me. She was horny. ‘What an escort…Oh God, what have I married into?’ I thought to myself and pushed her away and drifted to my sleep.
It must have been midnight, 2 am or so, when I heard sounds. ‘Ah… Ah…’ It came from other room. I was tensed. Devarajji had told me of this. He had told me this was a haunted house and I should stay away, but I didn’t heed to it then. The only one time I disobeyed his warnings. I turned to my side to look for Radhika but she was not there. ‘What a curse…’ I murmured to myself. The woman must have went down for some water or so. I had warned her many times to not wander around at night in this, let her suffer, I am not leaving this bed…
Sleep with those cries was difficult. I turned side to side, closed my ears but still heard those voice. ‘Yes… Take me…’ The sound felt familiar, almost like Radhika but I don’t remember her screaming like that, so this may not be her. ‘God…’
I took one of the prayer book Devarajji had given me. I had it kept always near my bed, in case of urgencies like this. I switched on the bedlamp and started praying, cursing the ghost to go away.
SLAP… There was sounds of slap… What kind of ghost was this?
‘More… more… harder…’ Is she asking for more beatings or is she ordering to beat more? I was worried. I didn’t want to face this ghost. I continued my prayer.
The voices continued and I felt there were some grunts of a man and there were lots of whisperings. I tried to focus away and keep praying but it was really difficult.
‘Mmmm…. Yes… That feels so good…’
It continued for some time and I don’t remember when it stopped, maybe after an hour or so. As I laid my prayer to the desk beside, I saw the door squeak open, I hid beneath the blanket and tried to peep for a view. Unsurprisingly, it was a woman, but not a ghost. She was naked, trying to cover herself with her clothes. It was Radhika. Why is she naked? Did she go for a bath at this hour? That too outside our room when we have an attached bathroom? Lots of questions squirmed through my mind, but my haunted house hurt me the most and finally it hit me… Maybe my wife might have been taken by the ghost…
Nandan had taken a week off.
‘Hey, I know this might be difficult for you but he is my best friend as well as my boss.’ I whispered to my wife in our kitchen.
She gave a smile that I have never seen before. A sort of wicked smile. ‘It’s all right. I can manage him for more than a week if you want.’ My wife was good woman and that was what made her weak. Her goodness, now she had to burden my friend for her goodness.
And with that I left for my job.
By evening I was back. Something had changed, or to be more precise, something had happened in my home. I could feel it, but I couldn’t point it. I sat on the couch that I sit to watch the TV and it was all wet. ‘Fuck…’ I exclaimed. Nandan heard me and rushed towards me
‘I’m sorry Raghu. I spilled some water while I watched TV, today evening.’
I was fuming with anger but I couldn’t put it out on my boss. ‘Ha… Its okay… It happens to me too…’
Yesterday’s thoughts kept coming back to me. Would Radhika really be taken by the ghost? I was worried. I was going to sleep next to ghost. I took the prayers and purified our bed. I prepared myself when Radhika came in. She stood by the door in wonder of what was happening.
‘Hey… How are you?’ I had to sound casual. I didn’t want to look suspicious.
‘I am good?’ Oh my God, she is suspicious.
‘I was wondering… Maybe I’ll sleep alone for today or for some days. I have some works to be done, so I might stay late…’
‘Okay…’ That’s all she said and she left.
Well, that went easier than expected and I continued my prayers when I heard a knock on my door. It was Nandan.
‘Hey, You okay?’ he enquired.
I took a deep breath. Yeah, he deserve to know. He is already broken. Maybe telling him about Radhika taken by ghost might get him go back to his work or take precautions for himself or might leave the house seeing this as a haunted one. Anyways he deserves warning and I told him everything…
He stared at me for a moment. ‘Wow, you are serious aren’t you?’
I nodded.
‘Okay, thanks man, thanks for the heads up. I aint going to get up from my bed during the nights now. You too, take care of yourself.’ He patted on my shoulders and left. I think I saw a smile…
And that night, I slept in peace
****
Meanwhile in Radhika’s room,
Raghu had given the perfect opportunity. Both of them knew that it wouldn’t be a trick he was pulling. This was Raghu. He was always blind. Oblivious…
Nandan and Radhika explored their bodies. Radhika never knew that sex was lot more than just missionary fucking. He laughed initially, when Nandan suggested the doggy style only to realise that he was serious and she was surprised how much she enjoyed this position. Nandan her from the back, fondling her breasts. She was stuffed with her panties in her mouth so as to prevent making more noise. Her grip on her breasts intensified as he increased his pace. The man had a huge cock. She worshipped the length and girth of the cock. It had taken her lots of practice to adjust with the cock.
She thought of the whole day. From the night before, there had been doing nothing else but fuck. He had brought her to a new world of sexual pleasures. The foreplays that consisted majorly of kisses and brushing of the skins. He kissed her from top to bottom as if he was inviting every inch of her to join the pleasures he was about to present her. Her pussy dripped of wetness every time he kissed and he just smirked at her craving. The tingling sensation between her thighs were overwhelming and she couldn’t hold more. Especially his kisses on the neck were so very electrifying. He played with her body like an artist. She never had to speak for he seemed to be in conversation with her heart. Changing his positions and actions every time her heart yearned for it. She had given her up completely to him yesterday and he mastered her the whole night.
The morning she repaid. As soon as her husband and her daughter went out, she was on her knees taking those huge cock in her mouth. It was her first time. Raghu disgusted such act. So did she, until she saw him tasting her yesterday, until she saw the hugeness of that cock, she had to taste that. She savoured every corner of his body the whole morning. His balls were funny as it juggled at her each kiss. She licked his sack and then his shaft. There were only thin strands of hair compared to her bushy forest. It was perfect.
The whole day they went wild. She was supposed to clean, to cook, but nothing happened. She blowed him in the kitchen and then he carried her on to the dining table and savoured her. She remember gripping on the edges of the table and her hips arching up with the erotic energy he was boosting her with. From dining table, they shifted to the couch. He fucked her on the very couch her husband sat every evening watching some stupid TV programs or News debates. From the couch they rolled on to the floor where she took control. She rode him on the floor and then roll when he takes her. They each took turns by they never separated. They were glued together but still they moved. She moaned and he grunted. When they stood up deciding to continue their session in their room on top floor, Nandan pinned her to the wall and continued fucking. Spreading her legs to invite him more found to be difficult but Nandan had solution for it all. He brought her legs around. Her arms and her legs were tied around him and he rammed her more and more.
They couldn’t keep hands off themselves and they sweat heavily. When Radhika decided to take a bath, he accompanied her and made love to her in the shower…
And now… she fucked as she had her husband’s blessing. She felt no more guilt or remorse. He never stood by her and have just left her alone thinking she was haunted and that night too they stayed late, only this time the ghost didn’t scream as yesterday for her panties prevented the noise from her.
****
Ha… Morning… Another day of work. A good night sleep really refreshes you. I had the whole bed to myself and no more of those screams. I am not going to let that woman beside me till Devarajji purifies her.
Pumped up with morning energy, I went to check on Nandan. I didn’t have hope that he’d return to job today but just like saying a ‘Good Morning’.
The guy was fast asleep. What a pity, its 6 in the morning. For a second, I was shocked when I saw a black panty lying in his room. Bitch, she must have dropped that thing when she came to pick up her laundry. I was furious. I would have beaten her had she been here. I looked around and found a hanger on the window. I tried to pick up that disgusting piece of cloth with the hanger. Nandan must have heard me and he was up. He saw my futile attempt at picking up my wife’s underwear.
‘Sorry… She must have dropped it when she came for laundry. She is so very careless…’
‘Its all right. You don’t have to worry. These things happen all the time.’ With that Nandan leaped from the bed and took the panty with his bare hands and stuffed it in his pocket. ‘I’ll give it to her.’
I felt nauseating. Am I the only sane person here? I ran to my toilet.
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