Dear Reader,
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in the atory are 18+.
This story is the 4th part of 'Ankit's Lust for Saumya's Series'. I would highly encourage you to read the stories in sequence to better enjoy the flow of the narrative.
Constructive criticism, feedbacks and requests for future story elements is most welcome.
Love,
Enigmatic_Ecstasy
Ankit just collapsed on his rear behind his home's front door. He was panicking- he just molested his wife's best friend- Saumya and the guilt trip was making him panic a little more knowing that her husband Sanjiv would have reached home and must have found her in a different state than what he would have expected.
Clock showed fifteen minutes past 1am. Ankit got up and started pacing back and forth in the hall of his 1 bedroom apartment- recalling what has transpired in the last few hours- the devil inside him made him free-use Saumya the way he never was sexually involved with any woman. He came twice- once in his underwear running unconscious Saumya's toe on his crotch and then later while rubbing his cock between Saumya's supple boobs. Saumya was too drunk and vulnerable; yet she resisted Ankit but she was afraid to fight back. She eventually let Ankit rape her.
There was a filtered light coming through the window in the hall and hitting Ankit's face as he sat on the couch thinking what would come next? He struggled to light the cigarette but with every puff he started calming down.
Sanjiv must have been back & he knew he rushed out of the house so fast that he left half naked Saumya behind. Their bed must have been smelling of sex and there definitely would be cum stains on the bedsheet, not to forget some of the cum on Saumya's hot body as well.
Ankit did click a few naked photos of Saumya as a protection. He knows he is safe and Saumya will keep her mouth shut.
"What if she doesn't?" wondered Ankit.
"I am so fucked, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he shouted.
Ankit didn't have any control on the situation and he was sure only his fate would be able to help him now. Deep in his heart- he was praying that Saumya keeps quiet.
Ankit thought- "What's done is done!, fuck it!" and he went to his kitchen- took a beer out of the refrigerator and started sipping. He walked back to the couch in the hall, sat himself back, had a couple of more sips before he closed his eyes and passed out.
Ankit woke up next morning, he searched for his phone but he couldn't find it. "Fuckkk!" he thought. He left the phone at Saumya-Sanjiv's and now is the time to confront his demons.
He took a quick leak and headed out to Saumya-Sanjiv's apartment. Ankit in his head was running the response for every question he might face- he was ready and prepared for judgement. Rape is rape but Ankit was ready to blackmail them with the photos.
He reached their floor and rang the doorbell. After few minutes, the door opened and Sanjiv was in front of him.
"Hey Sanjiv! When did you get back?" asked Ankit in a very cool manner.
"Hey Ankit!" replied Sanjiv. "It's 7am- wassup? Everything alright?" he asked. Ankit was surprised.
"So sorry to trouble you so early, I left my phone here last evening" replied Ankit.
"Saw it, it's there!" said Ankit pointing to the living room couch. "Phew! It's not in the bedroom" he thought.
"Sorry man, Saumya invited me for a movie and she was not feeling well after a couple of drinks- so I helped her get to bed and while leaving I left my phone in hurry. I realised later in the night but didn't want to wake her up, so I waited until now. Is she feeling better?" said Ankit in a single breath.
"Nha, she's still sleeping, we didn't talk much last night. I have to leave for office in 30min. But thanks for help buddy" replied Sanjiv.
"Ofcourse" said Ankit, breathing in relief knowing Sajiv doesn't know yet.
"I'll get back home now- sorry for the trouble again- let's catchup soon?" said Ankit and started leaving.
"I'll be out the whole day until late tonight with my office buddies, but maybe tomorrow we can catch up?" replied Sanjiv
"Sure, ping me!" said Ankit as he literally rushed for the elevator while Sanjiv closed the door behind him.
Ankit reached home, closed the door behind him and yelled- "Fuck yeah!, What a Fuckin' idiot!". He was grinning through his teeth as he nearly escaped death. Now Ankit got bolder as he knew Saumya didn't report the incident to Sanjiv.
Ankit was elated that Sanjiv is going to be out the whole day again and Saumya would be alone. In his head he wondered if this could be the right opportunity for him to again be with Saumya and to maybe do things to her that he couldn't do last night.!
Ankit waited till the afternoon and messaged Saumya "Hey, how are you feeling now? I am sorry for last night". Ankit was sure that Saumya was going to snap back at him but there was no reply.
Ankit froze and his knees started to shake. He never fucked up so bad in his entire miserable life but there was a sense of sheer pleasure he felt fucking up like this.
Ankit called Saumya on her phone- there was no response. He tried thrice but there was still no response from Saumya.
Ankit opened up his phone gallery.. and there were four photographs of Saumya in a compromised state. He zoomed in on one of the photos where she was lying on the bed, her boobs exposed and her pretty hands with red painted nails were covering her face. He swiped and the previous one had Saumya's face clearly visible.
Ankit clicked on share and sent that photo to Saumya over whatsapp. The next message he wrote read- "I have this photo.. pick up the damn phone!!"
Within seconds his phone rang and it was Saumya..
"You bastard, how dare you?" spat Saumya.
