The Betrayal

The Betrayal

Chapter 11

The top was down on the old convertible they had rented and the wind was a welcome distraction from the heat. Javed tapped the steering wheel to the beat that was thumping through the speakers. Asha was in the passenger seat with her hair whipping about her face. Priya was in the back adding more tracks to the playlist that was playing from her phone. They were already four hours in, having escaped the city traffic. Nainital was going to be a long drive but worth it.

Javed finally felt free from Sonia, and he had Priya to himself again. Although Priya still asked about her. 'Why isn't she coming with us?' She had asked. He'd told her she was busy. No doubt, Sonia couldn't wait for another opportunity to be alone with her, but he'd been more than accommodating during her stay.

Even after she had finally left the house, Sonia's urgency had not faded. She had left a lot of messages and shown up again at his office with Dev, demanding updates on his progress. They'd both taken turns applying pressure. She came by for dinner on occasion, at Asha's request just to stare at him expectantly from across the table.

A vacation was all he could think of to escape her. The anxiety of the past couple of weeks was fading, but he still found himself checking his rearview mirror every few miles. Nothing. At least, nothing consistent. He sighed. Of course, there wouldn't be. He was getting paranoid. Asha kept jolting awake in the seat next to him any time they hit a bump or a car honked around them.

"Mom, don't you think you'd be more comfortable back here?" Priya asked. "I could switch with you so you could actually lay down." Javed resisted the urge to smirk. She was very persuasive and getting better at it every day. If the circumstances had been different, he imagined her being a very good addition to their little group. At first, Asha resisted, but after another episode of dozing off only to get startled awake, she admitted that it might be a good idea.

Priya started to climb over the seat, but with a frown and command from Asha, she fell back into the seat. Javed pulled over by a rice field so that they could rearrange themselves. Even in those moments with no breeze, the humid air was suffocating. Priya hopped next to him with a smile as Asha got comfortable in the back. Another half hour passed. They talked about what it was going to be like in Nainatal. Priya had never been. It was going to be just as humid, but at least a few degrees cooler.

They were going to stop at a small town on the way to the lake area. A break from the long drive and Asha wanted to visit a small temple. Priya volunteered to take over. He agreed that would probably be for the best. The near four hours of driving was no way to start a relaxing vacation.

After the women switched places, Javed gave her a pointed look that he hoped she understood. They probably wouldn't have any time alone together until they reached the Valley.

It had been at least two days since her and Javed had been able to fuck. It seemed like her mother was always around or one of them was busy. Even at night, the heat meant that no one was getting much sleep, and he couldn't sneak out of bed.

Priya looked back to see her mother's hands limp under her face. Eyes closed. Priya's heartbeat picked up its pace as her hair mother's hair curled around her face. No movement to brush it away. She'd been waiting for the right moment since moving to the front. She was already slick between her thighs with excitement. She was wearing a wrap dress.

It was easy to tease down her shoulders until the edge was just above her breasts. Javed saw what she was doing out of the corner of his eye but tried to resist the temptation to take his eyes off the road. She bit her lip and started massaging her own breasts, the way Sonia had done when they made love. With one hand she pinched her nipples through the fabric while the other hand reached down under the hem of the dress for her panties.

Javed's fingers tightened on the wheel. He couldn't reprimand her or Asha was certain to wake up. Another shift and Priya exposed a breast. His cock stiffened, feeling hotter between his legs than before. His palms were clammy and sweat beaded on the back of his neck, making the cologne he wore more potent.

She suppressed a moan as her fingers made their way between her legs, testing the wetness that they discovered there. Her other hand migrated from her breasts up her neck and chin to play with her lips. She licked her fingers and proceeded to suck them. She was tentative at first but her eyes closed and she took them deeper and deeper back.

That made him look, really look. His eyes drifted from her almond lips suckling on her index finger, to her exposed breasts and how far apart her legs were. How her panties were pulled to one side and her- Hoooonkkkkkkk.

Javed swerved to get back in their lane as a car barely squeezed passed them, the driver glaring at him and shouting. He wasn't sure if the man was yelling about Javed's driving or Priya's immodesty. Priya looked back but her mother was still sleeping. Javed gave her a stern look as she giggled, not bothering to cover herself or stop playing with her clitoris. Sweat gathered on her collar bone and dripped down her breast. Her lips were so wet, he wondered if it was possible to see his reflection in them.

Priya grinned. No doubt or hesitancy. Her time with Sonia had changed her. She reached for one of his hands. Javed loosened his grip and let her have it. In moments, she was dipping his fingers inside of her. If they weren't careful, her mother would wake up to Priya's scent.

It was so primal and powerful. Javed's chest constricted as she pushed his fingers deeper. They both knew Asha could wake up any second and yet he loved the texture of her, how it roused his cock even further. Priya brought his hand up from her crotch to her breast. He rubbed her nipple, blindly. He could only look out of the corner of his eye every now and again or they would end up in a field. Then, he would really have some explaining to do.

That's when his fingers were greeted by her wild tongue. It was serpentine and unhindered, darting across his knuckles. Priya moaned, but only the tiniest sound escaped from her lips as she sucked his fingers and tasted herself, removing all of the evidence with obsessive licks.

She used to have many misguided notions about how she tasted, but not anymore and not after Sonia had pleasured her and showed her how to taste herself, or not how but that she could. Javed forced himself to keep his breathing measured and his eyes in front of him, but he couldn't resist. He would look over just for a moment and the car would drift like a bird searching for the sea.

Javed cleared his throat and she gave him back his hand. He thought that was the end of it. His cock would be able to go back to normal before Asha woke up and make it to the forest without any delays, but instead Priya started rubbing his cock through his pants. He jolted and looked over his shoulder at Asha, expecting her eyes to be searing through his skull. Thankfully she was still in deep sleep, but he didn't trust it.

Priya was unfazed, rubbing him with precision. Warmth bled through his pants and a dampness grew under her palm as she searched for his head through the fabric. When she found it, he took a sharp breath in. Her thumb circled around it, having found its prey.

Priya leaned over to kiss his neck, snaking her tongue down from the bottom of his ear lobe to his throat and landing a silent, deep kiss. Her other hand pulled out her other breast. Both of them swayed as she moved. Her arm muscles tightened as she tugged him, stretching the fabric. He was as thankful that the car they had passed was an anomaly on the rarely traveled back road road as he was that her mother was such a deep sleeper.

His cock was so sensitive to her touch after all of her rubbing. He gritted his teeth. Half of him wanted her to stop. They'd taken enough risks lately, but the rest of him needed her just as much as she wanted him. Priya could feel how frustrated and anxious he was and tried to help with her fingers, straining to reach more of him. To convince him that they were meant to be together, no matter the stakes.

Priya glanced back. Her mother was moving her arm. Priya froze, her heart in her throat, but her mother's eyes didn't open. Javed sensed the danger and slowed down. Seconds later, Priya was undoing his pants and moving past his underwear. His cock was more rigid than not but wasn't completely hard. Without the fabric in the way, her hands were making quick work of him however, taking on the challenge of overcoming his anxiety.

Priya was taking control. Javed tried to lean back and enjoy it, but there was a tension inside of him and every touch was building upon it, adding more knots. Knots of pleasure and of uncertainty. Longing and apprehension.

She kissed him on the cheek, two hands on his erect flesh, kneading it until her hands were sticky. Her lips dragged across his skin, until they secured on his. He froze as she implored him to look at her.

"I trust you," she whispered. An ache wrenched at him from the inside because the truth was she never should have trusted him. Not once and yet she kissed him again. His eyes closed. He kept his hand steady, as her kiss deepened. She pulled away from him after a moment, not wanting to push it too far. They were almost in the middle of the road, but thankfully no one was in the other lane.

She had her fingers wrapped so tight around him. There was a confidence that he had never seen before. Perhaps, Sonia had rubbed off on her or maybe this was who she was always going to become. Sonia never looked at him like that, confident or not. It made him ashamed. He didn't deserve it. It also made him angry.

Hadn't she developed feelings for Sonia? How dare she look at him like that, as if he had been the only one all along. Was she becoming a liar like him? Or worse, like Sonia? Despite him conning her, she had somehow become one of the only people he could trust. Was that still the case?

When she squeezed him and pumped his cock, his spiral of thoughts broke. All that he had left were the sensations that she threaded into him with dedicated fingers. He'd never had so much to unpack. His cock was taut and towered up, inches below the steering wheel. She gazed up at him before tipping her head down to lick him. He jolted and cut his moan short as she enveloped him, taking more in with every stroke.

She kept her hands moving, only adding to the patterns they were etching into him as she sucked with a vengeance. Her hair fell around him, tickling his arms. His sleeves were rolled back. The breeze swept past the sweat that had gathered along his neck and the exposed V-shaped patch of his chest, making his feel hot and cold at the same time.

Her mouth perplexed him further. She was so adept at shifting pressures with her cheeks and tongue. One moment he was floating in her warmth, the next his penis was in a luxurious viper grip. Her tongue slipped and slid across him, until he was sure he was going to lose control of the vehicle. He kept expecting to hear Asha in the back. What would she do if she woke up to the scene. To see such a betrayal. Who would be villain in her eyes? Her daughter? The man she had married? What would a broken Asha look like?

Didn't Priya have any limits? Apparently not. Her lips were tantalizing. They coaxed his cock to extend even further. She sped up her efforts, throttling him until his cock was bashing the back of her throat over and over. The sensation of tightness all across his head when it did was exhilarating. Javed clenched Priya's hair with one hand.

Priya didn't resist the force of his hand. It was the perfect catalyst. Her mouth parted wider just by an inch to invite him, all of him, in. Javed tried to control his breathing. He glanced down to look at her, watching her swallow him and lick him just the way he liked it. She knew him so well and wanted to show him all of her tricks.

Not only that, but Priya wasn't going to stop until he came. Javed could feel her determination and it sparked a sweet symphony inside of him. His testicles clenched and his whole body was in the throes of utter abandon. He thrust his hips, delivery a couple strokes into her soft, submissive mouth.

He erupted just behind her teeth and she was eager to swallow it. What amazed him was that she was able to keep up, not gagging as she had done many times before. Only when he had pumped the last drop deep into her throat did he release the hand on her head and relax. Euphoria splintered through him, but despite that, he had barely driven off center on the road since he had started emptying himself into her mouth.

Priya smiled and sat back up, wiping any traces of him from her mouth. It was a perfect way to start

their

vacation, and she knew that he would be dying to fuck her once they arrived. Javed grounded himself, catching his breath. Sweat streaked down the front of his shirt. The dampness was visible.

Priya was pulling her dress back over her breasts and readjusting her panties when they both heard a yawn. Priya's eyes went wide with terror. Javed's cock was still out. He tried to rearrange himself one-handed, but it was a fool's errand. Priya looked back. Her mother's eyes were still closed but she was moving around. She decided she had no choice but to risk it.

Her hands landed on Javed's penis, which was already softer than before. She pulled his underwear back up and fastened the buttons on his pants with fumbling fingers. His jaw was tight. This was it. They'd finally done it. He was going to hear Asha scream any second.

The last button fit nice and snug. Priya sat back with an accomplished sigh just as her mother started stretching and opening her eyes. Javed only hoped that the car had aired out enough. Priya's heart thudded and Javed was ready to pull over any second. Asha leaned forward and turned to Javed.

"How long was I asleep?"

"Oh, only for about 20 minutes," he told her. Priya was surprised that he was able to keep his voice so even. Asha's gaze drifted to her daughter.

"I didn't realize the wind was that strong," she told her. It took Priya a moment to realize that she was referred to her messy hair. Priya ran her fingers through it.

"I know, I think there are some knots in it," Priya managed. Hair was standing up along her arms and a tingle shot down her neck and back. Asha made a tsk sound and started sifting through some of the items at her feet.

"I'll see if I can find a comb in my bag," Asha told her. Priya thanked her and tried to focus on the road as her heart beat returned to normal. Her thighs were still clammy and her body yearned for release, but she would just have to wait.

~

"Inspector, I think you need to hear this," an assistant called from the other side of the room. Rahul smacked the fan hoping to force a little more air out of it. And he had thought the day before had been hot. Even this early in the morning, the air was suffocating

"Is it another voice mail?" He asked, with a heavy tone. Sonia had called Javed's cell quite a few times in the past week, only to leave cryptic messages. One of them was very close to: 'Get it done, Javed or else.' Inspector Rahul wondered if she knew they were listening in. For someone with a reputation like Sonia's, he had been surprised she had given him her number. Mayhe she had thought a fake number would have been even more suspicious.

Maybe that's why she was so cryptic and didn't share details? She knew the police were probably listening in. So far, they had picked up nothing about Ajay. For all he knew, they were listening in on a torrid affair that would end up being a disappointing and expensive dead end. Perhaps she was demanding that he break it off with Asha.

What he was wondering was whether they were involved before or after he got married to Asha, and why was she making threats in some of the other messages? He clipped the headphones over his head and listened in to the latest call.

"Is she calling Javed, again?" He asked. The operator shook his head.

"No, it's a number we don't recognize," the operator informed him.

"Hello?" It was a man's voice on the line.

"Dev, it's time," Sonia's voice came in. "I need you to leave now and get it done."

"Shouldn't be a problem. Especially not in Nainital. That is where they went, right?"

"Yes, in Nainatal. The got there last night.. Javed wouldn't tell me but Asha was more than willing," Sonia confided.

Then, the line went dead. Rahul ripped his headset off and stood up immediately. There was so little, but he knew that Asha and Priya were in trouble. Maybe even Javed. He had done this long enough to listen past what was heard. So much needed to be done. The operator turned toward him.

"Should we call the nearest station to Nainatal and have them send patrols?" Inspector Rahul shook his head.

"We don't really have anything yet, but probably not a bad idea to at least appraise them of our suspicions. Tell them to be on standby and wait for my call."

"It sounds bad for the girl. Maybe the mother as well." the man insisted. Inspector Rahul picked up his car keys.

"I know, I'll leave now. Send Suchdev and some constables to Asha's house. When Sonia shows up, apprehend her. If I'm not in Nainatal by this afternoon, I'll notify the local police and tell them to move in." The operator nodded as Rahul rushed out the door. He was leaving at about the same time as Dev so he should be able to catch him before he arrived.

He overturned parts of their conversation over in his head. This was so much more malicious than he had predicted, and Javed's relationship with Priya was the most shocking of all. Would he have to arrest him in front of her or would he be reading him his rights over her corpse? It was too early to know for sure. Rahul jumped into his car and slammed the door. Even this late, there would still be traffic on the main roads but he didn't really know the back roads to Niani Lake as well as he wished. He cursed and reversed the car, speeding out into the hot evening.