Fucking Politics – Pt 2 (Cheating Wife And Payback)

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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. I didn’t get any time to say anything else to her. Soon her stop arrived and she got down.

Mandakini didn’t say much but then things started to get clear. Every time Disha wanted to stay home alone or at her father’s place or go shopping alone, she wasn’t actually alone ever. She never hesitated to let me fuck her. This was only to make sure that I don’t feel suspicious.

All these thoughts clouded my mind until lunch break. I looked up Abhay on social media. It took some digging but I found pictures of Abhay with Disha posted on accounts of their mutual friends. Despite being group photos they seemed quite intimate with each other.

I couldn’t help but imagine my wife fucking her boyfriend even then while I sat alone in the office thinking about them. All of a sudden I had an erection in my pants. Although I was disturbed it seems that my dick has a mind of its own.

“Lunchtime!” shouted a female voice. I looked at the door just to find my mother-in-law at the door with food packets in her hand. We sat in my cabin to have lunch together. That’s when she spilled out all the times when she caught her daughter with her lover.

During the wedding day, things were extreme as she caught her daughter naked and being fucked by this Abhay. But she didn’t want to make a scene.

“They were in her washroom, completely naked, Disha was sitting on the sink with one leg on the side and other over his shoulder. He had his dick inside her pussy and he moved his hip pleasuring her, thrusting her hard, while resting her bare back against the mirror. Those horrific images… I can’t ever forget.”

She described the scene in great detail. Not to make me angry but aroused. She started rubbing over my pants as she whispered in my ear. The imitation of every moan her daughter must have given while being fucked.

“I know my daughter is not doing the duty of a wife as she should. But I am there to compensate for it,” she said unzipping my pants and taking my dick out. Pulling the chair close she bent and started giving me a blowjob. I was loving it. But also scared as I feared someone passing by in the office might see us.

Mandakini did as she promised. Every time Disha was out presumably cheating on me with her boyfriend, Manda would be there with her legs spread wide letting me fuck her. She was making sure the thought of my wife cheating on me never crossed my mind.

It worked well until we went on our honeymoon. That time when I was pounding Disha’s ass in the bathroom. Earlier that morning I was pretty sure I saw her boyfriend sitting in the lobby when I returned from morning exercise. I didn’t confront him as at that moment I was bonding with my political contacts.

These four men were the first allies I needed, to get a firm grip in my father-in-law’s political party SRP. I took them to my room. At that moment Disha was in the bathroom showering. I told them to have a seat and offered them refreshments.

“Honey, is that you?” asked Disha from inside.

“Yes, it’s me,” I replied.

Although I kept a calm face, I was furious on the inside. I first thought of Disha’s boyfriend, then Disha showering naked inside. Then suddenly the thought popped up of the time when Disha was being fucked by her boyfriend in her bathroom during the wedding. Then another horrible thought popped up.

That while I was out of the hotel for morning exercise, Disha was again fucking her boyfriend inside the honeymoon suite. Then she went in the shower to clean that dirty cum off her skin. I was furious and I did something I would never do had I been of a sane mind.

There was a huge mirror in the bedroom which was illuminated by a strong yellow light. I went ahead and switched it off. All four men with me were shocked to see what they saw. I gave a devil smile saying, “Enjoy the show!” and went inside the bathroom.

What seemed like a mirror wasn’t exactly a mirror. When you turn off the lights it becomes a see-through glass. So at that moment, those four politicians were able to see my wife Disha, naked in the shower bathing. That fair flawless skin and tight ass was a show worth watching. They also saw what followed.

I went in, took off my clothes and grabbed her from behind. I started vigorously fucking her. She resisted but I dominated her. Turning her around I pressed her body against the glass while fucking her. She still resisted but then I made her stop saying two words in her ear, “Abhay Virkrant.”

She was lost in the thought. I fucked her knowing that the people on the other side were watching. I continue to speak in her ear, “Yes I know…” She was in a shock as I fucked her, “Don’t worry I won’t tell your father so long as you do what I say.”

I couldn’t believe how filthy my mind had become the moment I decided to enter into politics. I was planning to ask my wife to sleep with politicians to gain their trust. But I was angry at that moment. I wasn’t thinking straight. After I cum inside her ass-hole I told her to go out while I took a shower.

Putting on a bathrobe she stepped out. Suddenly she screamed and started shouting at them. Seeing that they weren’t leaving, she stood there covering her face. I knew this was going to happen so I followed her out. “You have to do as I say,” I said to her untying her bathrobe and removing it completely.

As her front was exposed she screamed again and turned to hug me. “There’s no use.” I continued, “They have seen everything.” She opened her eyes just to realize that glass light turned off. Meaning those men saw her completely naked and being fucked by me.

“This is your task…”, then raising my voice “Welcome…” I said grabbing her butt cheeks spreading them apart to show the men cum oozing out of the hole, inviting them to join it. To be continued.

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