Adultery My wife, why did she betray me / Pink Jasmine ( completed )

[Mohan Ahuja]

This story was a popular, well received story in Tamil in the old xossip site and now had been re-posted in this site. Originally this story was written under the title of En manaivi (My wife) very long ago in one of the old sex story sites. It was posted under the heading Yen seithaal Thurogam (Why did she betray) in xossip by another author. I am doing the English Translation of the story and decided to give the title My wife, why did she betray me. I did the translation to the best of my ability but sometimes descriptions in one language does not translate well into another. I had to compromise in those circumstance. I have also done a bit of embellishment on my part, especially those related to the erotic portions. The original author had very little sexually descriptive portions in his story. So here goes. Hope the readers enjoy the story as much as I did.

My friend was standing very close to my wife. I was looking at them as my heart fluttered in anxiety. I could not hear what they were speaking…by they I meant only my friend was speaking .. my wife appeared to be hesitant and fearful. Her eyes were darting here and there but it didn’t appear that she was there unwillingly. She was standing with her back leaning against the wall. He had his hands on the wall either side of her body thereby imprisoning her. She was looking deep into his eyes as he said something to her in a low voice. Dimples formed on her cheeks as she smiled shyly at something he said. My heart started beating faster on seeing that shy smile blossom on her face. As he moved his body even closer to hers she placed her hands on his chest preventing him moving further.. but there appeared to be more receptivity to his advances than resistance. He bent his head so that his face went towards hers ..my wife shyly turned her head to one side.

His body overcame the resistance of her hands and pressed against her body .. his wet lips planted onto her cheeks .. turning into a kiss. He again moved away from her a bit. His right hand went behind her braided hair and adroitly held her neck from behind .. my wife’s hands were still lying just simply on his chest. He pulled her towards him .. my wife without any opposition complied to his action .. her face was raised up for his convenience. His face bent towards her quivering lips .. my wife’s lips opened slightly, as his mouth seized her lower lip, her gently closed. One hand went around her back and the other around the curve of her bare waist .. her hands moved from his chest and became a garland around his shoulders. His hands tightened even more on her body pulling her further up onto him so that she was now standing on her insteps. Her ample breasts were now mashed against his chest. The hand caressing her back tightened pulling her in tighter .. and she did the same. Their bodies were pressed so tightly against each other as they kissed that even air would not have been able to move in between them. They had their eyes closed as they kissed passionately each sucking and tasting the other’s lips.

Long seconds passed but there was no sign of them moving apart. After a very long kiss ended their bodies finally separated. My wife rubbed clean his saliva from her lips with the back of her palm. She adjusted her sari which was crumpled because of their tight embrace. However, he without his lust being sated in anyway moved his hand towards her breast. She entwined her fingers with his to prevent him going any further .. but with a laughter he overcame her strength and moved towards his goal. Meera was not able to stop him. His hand reached in and grabbed her corpulent breast. Even though Meera pretended that she wanted to stop him but she was just standing there giving him the go ahead to play with her breast. As his hand tested the softness of her breast Meera suddenly pulled his head and mashed her lips against his. While kneading my wife’s breast he was sucking on her lips. My wife’s hand was now on the front of his pants pressing his manhood. He pulled down his zip and her hand snaked in through the entrance. The movement of the clothes in from of his pelvis indicated my wife massaging his hardened manhood. Then as he separated he went down on his knees before her. She laughed softly as she looked at him with lust dripping eyes. He started pulling up her sari and inner skirt together up to her thighs.

Meera bit her lips as a slight naughty smile appeared on her face. He raised her clothes further up to her waist and was soon feasting his eyes on her femininity which only I had seen before. As his lips embedded on to her womanly treasure Meera melted in passion. As his tongue entered her pleasure tunnel Meera’s eyes half closed in lust as her pink tongue wet her lips. She looked at him with playful admonishment and suddenly moved away and left the place adjusting her sari as she left. With a smile on his face he adjusted his clothes. There was a victorious look on his face. From their action it didn’t seem like this was their first illicit friction together. I understood that he must have sampled my Meera’s body a few times .. but there was one thing I could not understand. My wife Meera, 30 years old, mother of two kids, having been a chaste housewife till now. Participating and being a strength to me in my many struggles. Like a goddess lighting up my life .. like a mother being a balm to the pains I underwent. Where even everyone in town would praise that a wife must be like Saravanan’s wife. How a woman like that got involved in an illicit love affair … that too with a man 3 years younger than her. My heart drowned within me in sorrow.

Our family had once upon a time been very prosperous, but bad luck had struck us and my father had become bankrupt. Selling the last property we had, namely our house we were able to marry off my younger sister. Having lost in life when we left this town along with my parents as failures I was just 19 years old. We were practically like refugees in the big city that we went to. My father died heart broken, unable to bear the thought that he had failed his family. My only support was my mother. However having undergone these hardships at an early age forged my will with strength to face whatever fearsome hurdles life threw at me. When I was just 23 years old relatives match made me with Meera, who was just a few months younger than me. Meera’s family was also not well off .. but looking at her beautiful face, bright like the sunlight, I became enamoured with her immediately. For me she looked like the goddesses I saw in the photos. I had no hope that her family would accept this alliance but was pleasantly surprised when her family let us know of their acceptance. Meera shared my bed with me, nights were filled with pleasure and happiness. I became a father to a daughter in the first year itself. Even though there were so many sorrows in life, a pretty daughter, a stunningly beautiful wife gave me the strength to overcome the struggles. I lost my mother to cancer. That was the time I did not have money to give her the best treatment that was possible.

Life waged war on me in full force. Meera was my lieutenant in the war helping me face all the battles. She never asked me for new clothes, for jewellery. Her smile was the jewellery that she wore. Her beauty made even the old clothes on her appear like new garments. She was very careful with money managing within what I brought home and still saving some. Slowly our savings started becoming substantial. After 3 years I got a son as proof that Meera and I had a joyous relationship in bed. In four year from just being a husband I had become a father to two kids. My inherent character to battle against life’s obstacles became stronger. Life which had been an enemy to me all this while became my friend. Wealth started accumulating. I decided to go and win in the land my father had lost. The whole town looked in amazement as I settled there with my family. A beautiful wife and a 6 years old beautiful daughter and a 4 years old intelligent son. In my 30 years of life there was no one in town wealthier than me or had a more beautiful family than I had.

In time to come I was known by the townspeople more as Big Shop Boss (Periakadaikaarar) rather than my actual name of Saravanan. My double story Clothes shop in town brought me more prestige among the people. Meera also became known as Big shop lady (Periakadaiamma). I played a prominent role in the Town’s temple celebrations. Even those much older than me treated me with utmost respect. I would get the first invitation when any important events that occurs in the families of prominent and not so prominent people of the town. I was the first person to have bought a car in that town. That afternoon as I started my ‘bullet’ bike and was about to leave for home for lunch I heard a voice shout “Saravana”. I turned and looked at the direction of the voice. He was standing there with a broad smile on his face, a very familiar face.

When I was a young boy we used to go and play cricket matches in the neighbouring village. Cricket was my life passion at that time. Kumaresan, Vanavan, Suresh, Ayub… there was a big group like that. Now the person who called me was Prabu, our Science teacher’s son .. three years younger than me. His house was a bit way away from mine.

“How are you,” he asked me with affection.

Suddenly seeing an old friend of mine .. I switched off my bike engine got off, and while calling to the tea shop assistant, ”Dayal , get us two cups of tea” .. I went and hugged him in friendship.

We talked for a long time, we didn’t realize the time passing. One tea became four. Cigarette buds were littered on the floor we were standing. He told me that he was working in Abu Dhabi.

“Are you married,” I asked him.

“No, first have to get my younger sister married off.”

Then,” I saw madhani (Bhabi) yesterday in the temple. The priest informed me that she was your wife.”

I smiled,” Why don’t you come home with me, have lunch with me and go.”

“No, I have plenty of things to do. I am going on a matter of a marriage proposal for Pappu, (pet name for his sister). I’ll come another day,” with that he took leave.

Ever since I relocated back here, I would go without fail every Friday to the ‘Lord Shiva’ temple located in a corner of the town. It has been standing there, majestically, for a few hundred years. I would attend the evening pooja in the company of my family, that is Meera and my two children. Even though the temple was within walking distance from my home, I would nevertheless take my family there by car. After attending the pooja I would take them directly to my shop. We would then have dinner at a restaurant before we return home. I stopped my car and got off. Meera and kids got off from the other side walked around the car towards me. It never ceased to amaze me how Meera could wear a sari so beautifully. In fact, any sari would look beautiful if she was the one wearing it.

Muththachi grandma called out,” Bigshoplady (Periakadaikaariamma) buy some jasmine flowers for your hair before going.”

Smilingly Meera walked towards Muththachi’s flower shop. The old lady thrust a big bundle of jasmine flowers into her hands. “Why grandma so much of flowers,” asked my wife.

The old lady looked at her with affectiom.” You have such lovely locks of hair, so broad, thick and long, why shouldn’t you wear this much of flowers.”

With a smile Meera took it and wore it on her hair. I proudly gave the old lady money for the flowers. After the pooja I sat down in the hall of the temple. My wife had a tough time controlling my two children running about helter-skelter. She was admonishing them gently as she tried to control them. I sat there joyfully watching them.

“Saravana,” I turned my head hear the voice call out. Prabu came and sat beside me.
“Hey, come, come,” I looked at Meera and said, “my friend.” She held her pallu in place while extending him the traditional greeting with her two hands. “You two carry on talking, I’ll take care of the children.” Saying this she went away after the children.

We talked for awhile recalling old memories. We were the only two among our old friends who were still here. They would come back sometimes if there was a big festival in town Prabu told me. I told Meera to get ready. She looked at Prabu with a small smile and said,” I’ll take my leave.”

One Sunday while I was getting ready to go to the shop someone knocked on my door.

“Meera, go see who it is,” I said.

Meera left her cooking halfway and went and opened the door. She stood there silently for a few seconds then, “Dear, your friend has come,” she said.

I looked at my doorway while sipping on my coffee, Prabu entered in.

“Hey, what are you doing so early in the morning.”

“No daa, I had nothing to do at home. It was so boring, so I came to see you.”

I called out to Meera, “Meera bring a cup of coffee for Prabu.”

I looked at Prabu and said,” Don’t take me wrong, but why don’t you join my shop?”

Prabu thought for a while and said, “No daa, right now you and I are good friends but if I join your shop our relationship would change to boss and worker.”

I too felt what he said was correct. After drinking his coffee he said, The coffee madhani (Bhabhi) gave was super.” Meera only gave a smile as an answer and went away.

In the night when I went to bed Meera slowly asked me, “How long do you know him?”

“Who?? Prabu?? I know him from when we were little.”

“Why is he not married yet?”

“No, he is only 27 now, why? why are you asking?”

“No, if he had got married at the right time… ,” Meera spoke hesitantly.

“What maa, tell me.”

“Oh nothing.”

“You wanted to say something, why are you hesitating?”

“No … if he had got married at the right time he would not be staring at different women.”

“Why? With you did he….”

“Aiyo no .. nothing like that. It’s just that he seems to be leering at women, that’s why.”

“Leave it, his age is like that. They will be like that at this age.”

We both went to sleep without any mental disturbance. Prabu coming to my house only happened very recently. He was in my house almost every day. My children too started calling him, “uncle .. uncle …” and became close to him. Meera however would only talk to him very limitedly.

That day I decided to leave the shop a bit early. My accounts man would lock up the shop and hand over the keys to my house. On the way home my motorbike suddenly started wobbling. I stopped to have a look. My front tyre had a puncture. Luckily my mechanic shop was very close by. I pushed my bike to his shop.

“Leave it here Anna (big brother), I will bring it to your home after repairing it.”

I smiled at him thankfully and started walking towards home. As I walked, I came to the school quite near my house. I debated with myself what to do. I could go around it or go across through the school field. At this time around 7 pm there usually would be no people around that place. I decided to walk across the field. I walked through the pathway which was close to the school. I could observe the wet grass of the field in the moonlight. Right at the end where a Tamarind tree stood, I could see someone standing there.

As I got a bit closer, I could see it was a man and a woman. He was leaning on his motorbike parked there. The woman was standing a bit close to him. There was no chance of them observing me at that time. I walked and reached closer to them, they finally noticed me. Now I could recognise who they were. The persons standing there were Meera and Prabu. Both of them stood there like stone looking at me. Meera stood as if she was in shock.

Prabu first came to his senses, “Madhani (bhabi) was just returning from the temple Saravana. I happened to be just standing here .. that’s why we were talking for a while.”

This was a normal event but why did Meera’s face seem flustered. “Meera, where are the children?” I asked her.

“They came with me and were here, then Pramila came they ran away with her to play,” her voice was unsteady.

“Why are you walking back home?” Prabu asked me.

I told him about my punctured tyre. “Okay, Saravana, you take Madhani back with you on my bike, I will come home tomorrow morning and pick it up.” There wasn’t any unsteady or guilty tone in his voice.

This is an ordinary event. Meera frequently takes the children by that route to the temple and back. Prabu often comes there to smoke. Very serene situation .. you get nice gentle breeze there .. the school where we both studied. When Prabu is upset this is the place he usually comes to calm himself. There was nothing wrong that happened .. yet I could hear Meera’s heart beating as she sat behind me in the bike.

As I parked my bike in front of my house my children ran towards us from Pramila’s house. Meera opened the front door. My children ran into the house and started their usual playing. Meera straight away escaped into the kitchen. I know Meera reaction very well. I understood that she had become really frightened. I walked and stood close to her. I realised that Meera’s eyes had reddened with tears about to burst out.

“Hey, foolish, who were you talking too huh? It was just Prabu, after all for this why are you….”

Meera suddenly buried her head on my chest. I affectionately embraced her. “Were you frightened,” I asked her. She shook her head as if to say ‘yes’. I started laughing as I hugged her tightly.

Very soon Meera got back to her normal self. Prabu was going on in his usual way. January 7th was Meera’s birthday. She usually never celebrated it in a big way. She would go to the temple in the morning. She would make some sweets at home and that’s about it. She was getting the kids ready for school. I gave her a kiss and she accepted it with a smile. The day went as usual. I came back home earlier than usual on that day. Prabu was home playing with the children.

I looked at him with a friendly smile and said, Hi.”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was Madhani’s birthday? Did you think I swill ask you for Briyani or something like that.”

“No, it’s not like that, she normally doesn’t celebrate it in a big way.”

Meera came from the kitchen with coffee for both of us. “Look dear, in spite of me telling him, he didn’t listen and went and bought things like Saree, perfume etc.”

As she gave the cups of coffee to both of us, I asked Prabu,” why all this?”
“Don’t talk, they take care of us and do so much for us at home and in return if we don’t even do this it won’t be right. Besides just for Madhani’s coffee I think I still owe a lot more.”

Meera went away with a small smile. I went to wash my hands. When I returned, Meera and Prabu were sitting on the same sofa in the centre of the hall talking something. There were ample strands of pink jasmine pinned to Meera’s hair. The flower woman must have just come and gone. I looked at him and asked, “What?”

“It seems they are going to Chennai to buy sarees for Pappu’s marriage,” she said.

“Why daa? Are you going to get in Chennai what you cannot get from my shop?”

“Ask him that .. I too was asking the same thing,” she said.

“No Saravana, the groom’s side is insisting it has to be from Chennai.”

After talking for a while Prabu left for his home and Meera went inside. I intended to go out for a while and I had just started the bike when the flower lady came by shouting, ‘flowers’ ‘flowers’… I looked at her wonderingly. She is only coming now to sell flowers. For the first time I had a feeling of uneasiness.

Prabu had left for Chennai but I only went around with my mind full of confusion. To ease my mental turmoil I sought the sanctuary of ‘Lord Shiva’. The temple gave me calmness, my thinking cleared.


“Chche what type of man I am. In case Prabu had bought the flowers for Meera and Meera had adorned it in her hair, what is wrong in that?” He could have bought it for her for her birthday. If he had bought it with wrong intentions, or if Meera had taken it from him with wrong intentions then why would she have worn it in front of me? She would have tried to hide it. Why am I thinking like this, I scolded myself. Why did I subject myself to these unnecessary confusion I thought to myself in distress. Who am I suspecting… Meera who stood by me in all my hardships….?”

I went to my shop and told my assistant to look after the shop as I was leaving early. I went straight back to my home. She was surprised to see me back home by 11 in the morning. Before she could say anything I covered her lips with mine. I carried her straight to my bed. It has been years since Meera and I had made love in the daytime. Meera is not an aggressive lover. Like her nature she was very patient and calm, but today I was like an animal in bed. In a few seconds Meera clothes were on the floor. My beautiful Meera’s body was there on the bed for my eyes to feast on. My furious pace made her gasp. My beautiful treasure enjoyed the joy given by my manhood with eyes swooning. After our bodies had joined together two times I rested with my face buried between her breasts. With her fingers entwined in my hair as she lovingly caressed my hair she asked me, “What happened to my boy today?” My kiss was my only reply to her. After that Meera took her bath and went to prepare food for me. I too went and took my bath after that. After having my lunch I gave her a deep long kiss before going back to my shop. My mind had become clear. I was floating in happiness.

After four days had passed I took my shop’s keys and returned home around 7 in the evening. When I looked at Meera I was stunned. She was wearing the georgette sari that Prabhu had bought for her birthday. She shined like an angel. Her hair full of pink jasmine. How gorgeous my Meera looked. Half moon forehead, curly hair, two strands of hair curling near her ears. Her earrings dancing gently as she moves .. even an atheist would start believing in god on seeing that. When her eyelids flutter like butterfly wings even time would stop still. What eyes she has. Like looking into a broad deep sea, causing un describable emotions to arise in you. How many different feelings those eyes can give. When feelings of lust there was one type of look, another when she looked with love and yet another look when eyes are mystic. Another when she was swooning. No poetry could describe all the emotions her eyes evokes.

Then again her beautiful nose. How can there be words to describe it. Symmetrical, sharp and just the right size. There proudly stands her nose stud. Proud to have found a place there. All those always mesmerizes me further. Like how the arrow suits the bow, how the moon suits the sky, the fragrance suits the flower, her lips were made with perfect symmetry. The thick lower lips matching the slightly thinner upper lip. They were smooth like the petals of a rose, succulent like the soft flesh of the orange. Lips whose taste reminds one of mountain honey. Below that long slender neck leading to the starting of ample softness that had held my head in rest for so many nights. How something can be both firm and soft at the same time like her beautiful breasts is a mystery. How such slim waist could bear the weight of her bountiful bosom .. but then a small stem is able to bear the weight of the lotus flower so there is no wonder in it. From that broadness to the slimness of her waist. Bramma must have been inspired when he made her. Her small buttonhole on her silky stomach would make me forget all my troubles. Again from the smallness of her waist to the broadness of her bottom. Why is that? Hmm yes those twin matching globes that would mesmerise any man. Yes, this beautiful goddess ruled my life.

I suddenly noticed something as I took my key and turned around. What is that cover. I took it in my hand. There was a bank passbook. The name on the passbook was Prabu. I could see Meera’s shadow beside me.

“I say, he had come and he must have forgotton and left his bank passbook,” she said.

“Who?” I asked.

“Prabu,” she replied.

“Has he come back from Chennai?”

“mmm… he came here to see you.”

I felt this was ridiculous. He knows I would always be in the shop. Why would he come here to see me? I started my bike and left the place. Again all the mental turmoil came flooding back. The words Prabu had said sometime ago was ringing in my ear.

“When a woman stands adorning pink jasmine on her hair… hmm oh god … Saravana I will only buy pink jasmine for my wife.”

He had come back from out of town but I did not know about it. He had gone straight away to my house. Meera was wearing the sari bought by him and she had adorned pink jasmine on her hair. Who had bought that pink jasmine? Meera usually buys the normal round jasmine from the flower woman. On top of that she did not inform me about Prabu coming there till I found out. My heart was racing faster than my bike. Suddenly I saw her. The woman who sells flowers to my wife at home. I stopped the bike by the roadside.

“Hello, have you not delivered flowers to my home?”

“No saar, my husband was not feeling well for two days and I did not go out to sell flowers. Tell madam I will deliver flowers tomorrow.”

I could feel the palms of my hand sweating. I could not concentrate on my job in the shop. I called my assistant.

“I’m not feeling well, I’m going home,” I said.

“Yes boss, your face looks very pale. You go ahead saar, after closing the shop I will come home and give you the keys and the accounts for the day.”

When I reached home the children were having dinner after coming home from tuition. Meera was making dosa for them. When she saw me she asked,” shall I make some for you?”

“I don’t want it .. will see later. Okay, it seems that you are now mostly wearing pink jasmine on your hair?”

As she was turned around making dosa she was silent for awhile. I could see her standing frozen, then, “what can I do, the flower lady is only bringing pink jasmine nowadays.”

I felt like someone had lashed me with a whip. She has started lying .. she is doing something very wrong .. my eyes watered with tears. Meera’s face looked like she was in fear. I ate the two dosas she made for me with great difficulty. Even in the morning Meera’s face was still not normal. It looked like she was in some anxiety. She avoided looking at me. I kept silent. After that Prabu did not come to see me nor did he come to my house. Meera must have told him something.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

One week passed. I behaved in such a way with Meera so as to not raise any suspicion. However Meera could not get back to a normal state. That Friday as usual all of us went to the temple. I noticed that Prabu was there. If I did not talk to him then it would have confirmed that I had suspicions on both of them. That would have only affected my family. The crack formed in the relationship with my wife would have eventually destroyed my family. This was a nest I had built with loving care, I should not allow anything to destroy it. Moreover the respect and honour I have among the people here would disperse like smoke in the air. I waved him towards me. His face had a shrunken look as he came towards me. “Hi, you not to be seen for some time?”


“No daa it’s not like you don’t know .. I have been busy with Pappu’s wedding arrangements.”

“Why, if you had told me, would I have not helped you?”

“No, you yourself are very busy with your shop, that’s why….”

“Okay, if you need anything tell me.”

“definitely.”

Meera and Prabu totally avoided looking at each other. The next day when I was in the shop, the shop phone rang. I picked it up and said “hello.” It was Prabu on the other end.

“Hey, can you come home a bit early this evening?”
“Why?”
“My parents want to give my sister’s wedding card to you. Only Madhani would be home. They feel it would be good if you receive it as a couple.”

“Okay, I’ll be there.” The phone call ended after that.

I reached home early that evening. Meera had now slowly come to some state of normalcy.

“Why dear you’re back early?”

“No maa, it’s that Prabu called. His parents are coming to give us the wedding invitation.”

“Oh, is it.” There was no change in her countenance.

That evening they came home. Prabu’s father greeted me with two hands clasped high in front of his face.
“What paa, what is all this.”

“Very proud about you progress and success. There is nothing wrong in greeting you with clasped hands.” I hugged him in warmth.

Prabu’s mom went with Meera to the kitchen. They gave us the invitation card. “Both of you must definitely come for the wedding and help us run it well. This is the first wedding in our house.”

As a couple we touched their feet and got their blessings. Meera gave Prabu’s mom vermilion and flowers. As they were about to leave and while I was talking to Prabu’s father I noticed Meera and Prabu’s eyes talking silently to one another but I did not indicate in anyway that I was aware of it.

There was pre wedding ceremony to attend prior to the marriage on the evening before the marriage. Since it was wedding season it was quite a busy time in the shop. I handed over the responsibilities to my assistant and came back home early. I, Meera and the kids went to Prabu’s house that evening itself. Prabu was the one to greet us eagerly. Once more I noticed Prabu and Meera’s eyes meet meaningfully.

I went to where the men were gathered and joined in the conversation. Meera was very busy helping in the wedding chores. After a while I looked around but could not see Meera. The women folks were inside and she must be with them. I needed to ease myself. I looked around wondering where I could go to relieve myself.

Appa (father) came there and asked, “what son?” (I used to address Prabu’s father as Appa).

“Appa, I need to pass urine…”

“Oh, there are lot of women gathered behind, okay do one thing. If you go behind via the garden you will come to our old house. It’s deserted there. You can ease yourself there.

I went via an alley to the back of the house. Women were busy cooking behind. As I walked a bit further I could see the old abandoned house. It was a bit lonely place. Shrubs had overgrown behind the old house. After I squatted there and passed urine I got up to leave. As I was passing the old house on the way back I suddenly stopped as I heard a chuckle. Who was laughing? I peeped through a broken window inside the old house. I felt like being struck with lightning. Inside the dimly visible inner courtyard my friend was standing very close to my wife. .

Inside the dimly visible inner courtyard my friend was standing very close to my wife. . I was looking at them as my heart fluttered in anxiety. I could not hear what they were speaking…by they I meant only my friend was speaking .. my wife appeared to be hesitant and fearful. Her eyes were darting here and there but it didn’t appear that she was there unwillingly. She was standing with her back leaning against the wall. He had his hands on the wall either side of her body thereby imprisoning her. She was looking deep into his eyes as he said something to her in a low voice. Dimples formed on her cheeks as she smiled shyly at something he said. My heart started beating faster on seeing that shy smile blossom on her face. As he moved his body even closer to hers she placed her hands on his chest preventing him moving further.. but there appeared to be more receptivity to his advances than resistance. He bent his head so that his face went towards hers ..my wife shyly turned her head to one side.


His body overcame the resistance of her hands and pressed against her body .. his wet lips planted onto her cheeks .. turning into a kiss. He again moved away from her a bit. His right hand went behind her braided hair and adroitly held her neck from behind .. my wife’s hands were still lying just simply on his chest. He pulled her towards him .. my wife without any opposition complied to his action .. her face was raised up for his convenience. His face bent towards her quivering lips .. my wife’s lips opened slightly, as his mouth seized her lower lip, her gently closed. One hand went around her back and the other around the curve of her bare waist .. her hands moved from his chest and became a garland around his shoulders. His hands tightened even more on her body pulling her further up onto him so that she was now standing on her insteps. Her ample breasts were now mashed against his chest. The hand caressing her back tightened pulling her in tighter .. and she did the same. Their bodies were pressed so tightly against each other as they kissed that even air would not have been able to move in between them. They had their eyes closed as they kissed passionately each sucking and tasting the other’s lips.

Long seconds passed but there was no sign of them moving apart. After a very long kiss ended their bodies finally separated. My wife rubbed clean his saliva from her lips with the back of her palm. She adjusted her sari which was crumpled because of their tight embrace. However, he without his lust being sated in anyway moved his hand towards her breast. She entwined her fingers with his to prevent him going any further .. but with a laughter he overcame her strength and moved towards his goal. Meera was not able to stop him. His hand reached in and grabbed her corpulent breast. Even though Meera pretended that she wanted to stop him but she was just standing there giving him the go ahead to play with her breast. As his hand tested the softness of her breast Meera suddenly pulled his head and mashed her lips against his. While kneading my wife’s breast he was sucking on her lips. My wife’s hand was now on the front of his pants pressing his manhood. He pulled down his zip and her hand snaked in through the entrance. The movement of the clothes in from of his pelvis indicated my wife massaging his hardened manhood. Then as he separated he went down on his knees before her. She laughed softly as she looked at him with lust dripping eyes. He started pulling up her sari and inner skirt together up to her thighs.

Meera bit her lips as a slight naughty smile appeared on her face. He raised her clothes further up to her waist and was soon feasting his eyes on her femininity which only I had seen before. As his lips embedded on to her womanly treasure Meera melted in passion. As his tongue entered her pleasure tunnel Meera’s eyes half closed in lust as her pink tongue wet her lips. She looked at him with playful admonishment and suddenly moved away and left the place adjusting her sari as she left. With a smile on his face he adjusted his clothes. There was a victorious look on his face. From their action it didn’t seem like this was their first illicit friction together. I understood that he must have sampled my Meera’s body a few times .. but there was one thing I could not understand. My wife Meera, 30 years old, mother of two kids, having been a chaste housewife till now. Participating and being a strength to me in my many struggles. Like a goddess lighting up my life .. like a mother being a balm to the pains I underwent. Where even everyone in town would praise that a wife must be like Saravanan’s wife. How a woman like that got involved in an illicit love affair … that too with a man 3 years younger than her. My heart drowned within me in sorrow.

I stood there stunned with my heart filled with sorrow. I could see Meera walking back towards the house. After a small gap Prabu came. He went around the house to enter by the house front entrance. I stood there crying, totally shaken up.

I could have caught Meera and Prabu red handed but this shameful episode would have become exposed. That would have been the talk in every household in this small town. I too would have to have rum away from this town like my father.

Definitely Meera would hang herself. Oh god…then the fate of my children!!!
I stood there crying silently. I reached this status, got this life after so many battles. Slowly clarity came to me. I can, I can get back my old Meera. I needed to handle this patiently and cautiously.

After two days after the gaiety of the marriage event Prabu’s house again went back to the old calmness. I could not concentrate on my business as I struggled with my emotions. I left for my house at about 11 in the morning. As my motorbike approached my house I could see Prabu’s motorbike parked in the mango grove behind my house. I switched off my engine and let it run. I parked my bike in the front and looked at my front door. It was closed and locked from inside. I went around my house to the back. The back door was also locked. I slowly walked to where our bedroom was, the window was also shut. When I listened keenly, I heard it. A woman’s loud moan of pleasure followed by a few little whimpering.

“Slowly…. Buffalo, ss .. you’re stabbing like this, careful darling.” That was Meera’s voice.

I was dying within myself. I peeped through a gap in the window. I could see two pairs of legs. The woman’s legs were entwined and locked over man’s legs. The woman lying on her back and a man lying over on top of her was visible. They were both completely naked. The man’s fast, busy movements were visible. The woman, weeping in pleasure was moving her hips upwards in sync with his movements. I know that that man was Prabu, the woman, my wife. As Prabu deep grunts was moving his hips up and down with tremendous speed, she was grasping his buttocks tightly, all the while sobbing in pleasure. I could see the gold ring on her left hand shining in the light. His thrusts suddenly became very furious and deep and her moaning reached feverish pitch.

“ssss…..ingg…ingg..ohhh……….” Each of her groans of pleasure was like a stab to my heart.

He hips jerked a few times as her nails dug into the flesh of his buttocks. I knew they were reaching the peak of their pleasure. As his spasms subsided along with hers, he then lay on her motionless. There were sounds of kissing. I could hear the laughter of my wife. After a while Prabu left my house hurriedly through the back door. I waited till he left. I went to the back door and gently pushed it. It opened. Having to enter my own house like a thief made me ashamed. I could hear someone bathing in the attached bathroom of my room. Meera was bathing. She was singing an old Tamil song as she bathed.
“My dear woman who asked for water, has your thirst been quenched”
“I gave what my lover needed, has the desire diminished”

“There is plenty more but what was taken today is only a little bit”

“Sleeping today was for now and there is more in the future for both of us”
“My darling, you are an amazing treasure mine”

“The moon is shining, this is a opportune time”
“The cupids arrow is piercing the heart”
“Sleep refuses to come my love, is it right that you make me wait”
“The cooked rice is ready for consumption, should you let it cool”

I entered my bedroom. Even if I had not seen it with my own eyes the evidence in my bedroom made it crystal clear what had just happened. Meera’s sari, petticoat, blouse and bra was scattered on the floor. I looked at the bed, the bedsheet was crumpled. Similarly pink jasmine flowers were seen crumpled and scattered over the pillow and the bed. Then I saw that on the floor below the bed, a torn condom packet. It was so obvious to anyone to see. Just a while ago, he had mated with my fully naked wife. With stab wounds in my heart I went back to my shop.

When I returned home that evening, I brought along with me the mother of one of my workers. When Meera opened the door the first question she asked me was, ”Why didn’t you come home for lunch?”

“There was a lot of work to do, so I ate in the shop itself.”

Then her eyes fell on the old lady with me. “This is Marimuthu’s mother. How long are you going to have to do everything by yourself. I brought her here for your assistance. She would be staying here henceforth.”

There was no reaction on her face. She looked at me and the old woman. She looked at the old woman and said, “go in.”

As the heavy burden pressed on my heart my eyes became filled with tears as I thought of those days when I and Meera had spent together so happily. Beside me, Meera was sleeping serenely. One thing I could not understand, after all these years why did Meera suddenly loose all morals. What needs of hers that I did not take care of? What did she see in Prabu that she did not see in me? After all the difficulties I had gone through so far and she standing steadfast by my side only for her to lose her chastity now? My mind was in turmoil, tears refused to dry down. I didn’t know when or how I fell asleep.

Since Marimuthu’s mother was in my house there was no opportunity whatsoever for Meera and Prabu to have their illicit liaisons in my bed itself. Meera too avoided going anywhere on her own. By keeping on avoiding wrongdoing in this way I must slowly make Meera come out of this feeling of lust that she had fallen into.

With this cruelty suffered in my life the days slowly passed. One day a man who came to my shop told me about a land that was coming for sale. I asked him to accompany me to go and see that property for sale. As he said he was busy at that time he told me where the land was. That day just before late evening I took my car to go and have a look at that place. That land was behind a dilapidated temple hall adjacent to a small lake. The dilapidated building had once upon a time been used to house troops. Now only once in a while there would be a pooja for the deity still in the temple, otherwise it is practically abandoned. Sometimes some youngsters use it once in a while to play cards or drink toddy. As the small lake too has been dry for many years there was no paddy cultivation or farming of any kind there. Therefore, there was usually no people who go around there. I parked my car behind some shrubs and bushes and got down to have a look at the land. It was a completely dry arid land but it must be at least 5 acres. My eyes looked beyond the dried drain to the abandoned temple hall. Beyond the walls of the building there is a area for an altar but there is no deity there at the moment. The walls have etched words of young men expressing their love for some women. Probably they all would be someone else’s wives by now, totally unaware that once upon a time there was a young man who being too scared to express his love had carved out his emotions on the walls of the building. The hall of the building was quite huge. The walls and cracked and peeled paint with the bricks now being visible giving it a brownish look. My eyes went beyond the building to the Peepal tree beside the building … that was Prabu’s motorbike…

I started walking across the dried drain. As I got nearer and nearer the building it became confirmed that it was indeed Prabu’s motorbike. The door of the temple hall would always be open. There was pads like attachments all around the building. The floor was covered with sand and leaves blown in by the wind as well as grass. I slowly started walking around the building, there didn’t seem to be anyone there. I would have only passed the third pillar when I heard a woman’s whine. I passed a second pillar after that when I saw them on the pad inside the building, Meera and Prabu.

Meera’s Pallu was in Prabu’s hands. She was holding it tightly so that he could not pull it off her body. She was saying in a begging tone, “ hey, you brought me here saying you only wanted to talk to me, what is this, leave it Prabu.”

He was enjoying watching her sweet anguish with a smile on his face. He pulled hard on her pallu and she went and fell on his chest. Her pallu was in his hands and she was standing pressed against him chest only in blouse covered breasts. He grabbed her by the waist and grabbed her lips by his, and leaning her against the pillar he was tasting the sweet nectar of her lips. Showing her enjoyment of his kiss, Meera grabbed the hair behind his head in one hand while her other hand was slowly rubbing his back. As their bodies mashed against each other in their youth full vigour, the Pigeons that had refuge in the celling pillars of the hall took flight.

Without taking his lips off hers for a second his hand went in between their bodies to grab her breast. After at first measuring the size of her beautiful globe his fingers he then tested it’s density. Fully enjoying it, she gently rubbed her fingers over his hand that was grasping her breast while continuing to feed his lips to him. “mmm…she moaned into his mouth as they kissed. Her body pushed against him thrusting the soft flesh of her breast harder into his kneading hand. Finally they parted. He pulled her pallu and she spun her body around helping him to remove her sari from her body. She helped him to hurriedly undress her. She was displaying desire and lust she had never displayed to me in so many years of our marriage. In a short while her clothes didn’t belong to her body anymore.

In the setting sun my wife was standing naked in front of him allowing him admire her full beauty. She was breathing heavily as she was in heightened sexual state. Her large firm breasts were moving up and down as she breathed in and out deeply. My wife’s erect, pointed nipples showed how ready she was for my friend to enjoy her voluptuous body. As it started becoming darker, they were slowly turning to shadows to my eyes. Prabu bent his head to take her swollen nipple into his mouth. Meera held it up in his hand, feeding. She had never done that for me as she was always reserved when making love to me. He was taking as much of his breast in his mouth and feasting on it. She was looking at and slowly pulling on his manhood with her elegant fingers measuring it’s impressive length and girth. She pulled him against her sliding on to the ground..

“How many times you have enjoyed me, isn’t your hunger appeased yet?”
“Tell me if your hunger is appeased, I will leave you,” he said as he kissed her lips.

“What have you done to me, because of my loneliness when he was not there I just spent time with you as friend. I never expected to sleep with you, I never in my dreams too thought that I would betray my husband.” “Your virility has won over my chastity. A man and a woman should never meet alone. After that first time we enjoyed together I felt like committing suicide but I had no heart to leave my husband to suffer alone with the kids .. I thought that I should never meet you again .. but the sexual pleasure you showed me that day in bed made me forget about honour, dignity and made me go back to you again and again,” she said her voice betraying her lust as she ruffled the hair of her lover feasting on her erect nipple.

He left her breast and came up on her to her face. “Every time when I looked at Saravanan after enjoying you I felt miserable .. but your beauty hmm .. the agony I suffered in the nights only I knew. On one side my friend, on the other side you. Every time friendship lost out to your beauty.”

The sky reflected the darkness of my state of mind. Darkening clouds of dusk was changing day to night to suit them. The lightning piercing my heart was reflected by the lightning piercing the night sky. Even though they disappeared from my eyes in the darkness, the light of the frequently striking lightning was showing them to me.

He lay on his back .. disregarding all values of honour her mouth was playing a lustful tune on the flute of the man who had stolen her chastity. Her head shook up and down, my life was being shaken to the core. Her soft red lips tightly gripped the stem of his pole .. her wet saliva made it easy for her lips to rub on his hard flesh. I have never asked Meera for this. I thought she would think it disgusting .. yet she was doing this for him with eagerness and desire. He had his eyes closed enjoying the pleasure her mouth lips and tongue was giving him.

I closed my eyes tightly. I could not swallow my saliva as sorrow was choking my throat. He pushed her on to her back on got on top of her. Her legs became a garland to his legs and her hands a garland around his body. I closed my eyes unable to see my wife losing her chastity once again .. but the wind did not leave me. The fragrance of the pink jasmine she wore on her hair and her moans of pleasure brought them to my nose and ears.

“OOhhhh….Prabu baby….it’s so harddd……aahhhh…..”
“The touch of your beautiful fingers makes it hard Meera…yes.. yes.. stroke me.. stroke my cock…it feels so good sss…..”

“Meera take my cock and put it in your pussy… that’s it.. mmm…yes yes rub my cock on your pussy lips… you’re so wet darling.”
“aah…aah….I can’t stand it…push it in me…ooohhhh…fuck me with your big cock…take me to heaven again .. fuck meee…..”

As I opened my eyes unable to bear the agony, the sky too opened .. as lightning. I then saw what I should never have to see. My wife was being taken with her full wishes by his virile manhood. The lotus petals of her vagina was swallowing his blood engorged big manhood inch by inch.

“haanngg .. Ahuh....She gasped with pleasure as he entered her slowly till he was fully inside her. She hugged him closely to her body kissing his lips as he started to move. When he started pumping with speed and vigour .. my woman’s body was also shaking and shivering as per his movements. Meera was showing her full willingness to this illicit coupling with her loud moans agony like pleasure followed by small sobs of intense joy. The sounds were muffled only for a while now and then as they kissed. Her nails were digging into his back indicating the heights of pleasure he was taking her to. They were grunting and copulating like animals.

“Aaarrr… Prabu…my love ..faster…harder…ssss…yes…wonderful, fuck me baby…fuck meee…”

I couldn’t stand it anymore and turned away quickly .. and immediately stood frozen in shock.

Prabu's father was standing there, eyes red with anger.

Prabu’s father stood there, eyes red with anger. He opened his mouth to say something. I immediately closed his mouth with my fingers and dragged him out from the hall. The sounds of lightning muffling the sounds of our feet.


He pulled my hand away with anger and said, “Leave me thambi (younger brother) we will cut both of them to pieces here and now,” he said his voice choking in fury.

I cried in anguish slapping my own face. “What then. After cutting them to pieces what would you tell to the town folks. That my wife cheated on me or your son had seduced another man’s wife.” “By cutting them up our honour is not going to be saved, everyone will speak disparagingly about us.” By killing them I will go to jail, what will happen to my children. Will they be begging in the street.” “You will go to jail, your family would have no men folks left, it will suffer. The whole town will speak very ill of us all throughout the lives of our family members.”

He had both his hands on my chest tears streamed down his cheeks. “How are you able to bear all this and still be standing like a strong pillar .. seeing my son’s bike I came looking for him, worried he would be destroying his life lying in a drunken stupor here after drinking toddy or some cheap liquor .. why have I to see him destroying a whole family .. god please take me away from this earth,” he lamented”

I held his two hands to my face and cried. He suddenly fell on my feet. “ aiya , my god, I promise you, he henceforth will not even look at your wife. If he does that you will find my cut head stuck on a stake in front of the temple.”

My face twisted in agony as I cried. I begged him. “My father is no more, I am asking you as my father, my wife should not come to know that we know about this ugly deed. She would hang herself if it is known to her. She has never been like this before .. she has done this out of some weakness at this vulnerable age. I have the mental strength to bear this pain and live, she does not.

He looked at me with tearful eyes. More tears burst out from him. “Why couldn’t you have been my son.” He then quickly got up and walked away without looking back. The rain from the sky fell on my face mingling with my tears. With lead laden feet I slowly walked back to my car.

I didn’t go home but rather went back to the shop. If I arrived home before Meera came back she would be worried and upset on what to say for the reason she was out of the house. I came back to the house very late. Even sleep became an enemy to me in the night. I thought of all the struggles in life that I had to undergo. Life had always been a very strong opponent to me. It was never easy for me, I had fight to succeed every time. Meera betrayal was only to me, but she had been a good mother to my kids.

Meera was sleeping very serenely beside me after her illicit tryst. I cannot only blame her for her adulterous behaviour. To succeed in life I had immersed myself wholly in that endeavour and had neglected my stunningly beautiful wife. I was also a cause for her vulnerability and hence am equally to blame for this happening. I decided that I had to meet Prabu and bring an end to this affair. One matter in my favour is that both Prabu and Meera respected me a lot. I decided that I should henceforth not let Meera suffer loneliness. Slowly night became dawn. The crowing of the cockerel announced the arrival of the day.

I became busy in the shop. A small child came running into the shop. “Anna (elder brother), Prabu anna asked you to meet him at the dilapidated temple. I was taken aback on hearing this. I handed over the responsibilities of running the shop to my assistant and quickly drove my car towards the building.

The building stood there lonely and abandoned as usual. I entered in and as I passed a few pillars I saw Prabu sitting on the ground dejected, leaning against a pillar. I was surprised at how he looked. Can a man become so broken in a single day? Hair completely unkempt, face smeared in grime, crumpled shirt drenched in sweat .. was this the same man who always used to have a confident on his face.

In a considerate tone I called out, “Prabu.” He slowly got up and sat on a small ledge attached to the wall. His face was swollen as he had been crying. He voiced out brokenly, “Saravana” and as sobbing overcame him again he burst out “Sar..vana…” and sobbing loudly he again fell on the dirt floor. He looked up at me with tears filled eyes. “After knowing everything how were you able to bear that pain without doing anything .. Oh my god .. you saw those ugly sights with your own eyes .. even one’s own brother would kill someone who did the things I did .. Saravana kill me …kill me Saravana , I don’t deserve to live. You had thought about my family’s good name .. but I failed to do that. Lust had made me an unfeeling beast.”

I looked helplessly at my ‘friend’ wailing, holding my feet. I took hold of his shoulders, raised him up and made him sit on the ledge.

“Prabu, it’s not just only your fault or Meera’s fault in this matter, I am partly to blame too.”

He cried out loudly, “No Saravana it’s not your fault or Meera’s fault .. she is not a woman who would fall so easily .. her beauty made me blind to all morals .. I continuously pursued her and finding her vulnerability, I took advantage of her.”

He started sobbing again, “my father cast aspersions on my birth .. how can you be my son .. did your mother beget you through me?? Having besmirched the honour of not only your wife but my mother with my actions, oh god, why am I still alive, “ he howled.

I silently kept looking at him. When I myself needed consoling, what is it that I can say to him. He continued, “I will be marrying my mama’s (maternal uncle’s) daughter tomorrow.”

“Every man would want to spend his last days in the place he was born .. be buried there ..but for how I had betrayed you .. I will never step foot here again .. this is the punishment I am giving myself. I am going back to the gulf, I promise, it’s even possible that my dead body would go missing, but it would never come back here again.”

He looked at me for a minute, “ Please, don’t ever say you forgive me .. this worthless being doesn’t deserve the forgiveness of a good person like you. For unforgivable pain I have caused I have lost my father and my mother forever. My father has even forbidden me to light the funeral pyre on his death.” “I’m going Saravana .. but one thing .. Meera would not behave like this, betray you henceforth .. she loves you dearly .. I know how she suffered in guilt for what she was doing .. don’t suspect her after this, please.”

He got up and quickly left the place without turning back. After two weeks Meera asked me one day, “your friend had suddenly got married and left even without telling you?”
“Who knows what his difficulties were,” I said. Meera just stood there staring at me.

“It’s Friday today, get the children ready and you get ready too. We will go to temple and have dinner outside after that,” I told her. I went in to change my clothes.

I could hear the lady selling flowers calling out. “Madam flowers… I’ve got pink jasmine that you like, shall I give it.”

I could hear my wife’s voice from outside, “ No, give me only round jasmine from now on, the smell of pink jasmine gives me a splitting headache.”

- THE END -

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

The sequel - Pink Jasmine

Two years and a few months after Prabu left the town without informing anyone after marrying his Maternal Uncle's daughter.

"Ma'am buy some flowers ma'am, I have jasmine, sweet fragrant Pink jasmine."

Meera turned and looked at the woman selling flowers as she called out to her. What got her attention was the woman saying, 'fragrant pink jasmine.' For awhile Meera stood mesmerized watching the bunch of pink jasmine flowers in the flower sellers basket. The sight of the flowers brought back old memories flooding back to her mind. Even after so long the memories had not faded.

Her husband had gone to park the car. This being Friday they had come on their usual visit to the town's Shiva temple. This was where she had been first introduced to Prabu by her husband. At that time she never imagined that he would cause so much of turmoil in her life before leaving. She is still feeling the effect caused by Prabu.

She only came to her senses when her daughter asked her, "Why ma are you staring at the basket like that?"

On seeing her husband looking at that and walking towards them after parking the car she hurriedly said," No, just give me the normal jasmine."

Her husband arrived just in time as she was adorning the flowers in her hair. Saravanan paid the flower seller the money for the flowers.

"Come let's get inside," Saravanan said as his family went inside the temple.

"Please god, give our family the old full happiness, give my wife peace of mind," he sincerely prayed.

The temple priest came and gave them prasaad and asked, "how are you sir."

"I'm okay, thanks to the grace of god," replied Saravanan.

The priest said, "You come here with your family every Friday without fail. God would heed your prayers, everything will happen as you wish."

Has everything really happened as I wished," Saravanan thought to himself sardonically. He sat as usual in the temple hall leaning against a pillar. Even today, Meera without realizing it had been staring at the pink jasmine flowers in the basket, he thought. Probably it would have reminded her of the ecstatic time she had with Prabu, he guessed. It was for the same precise reason that the sight of the pink jasmine flowers brought a feeling of hate in him. It's only because she saw me coming that she bought ordinary jasmine flowers, he surmised.

Meera was having an eye on her playing children but even then it didn't seem that her whole attention was on them. She seemed to be lost in some private thoughts. This was nothing new for Saravanan who had noticed that. Even though she made a huge effort to forget everything, the old memories kept coming back to her every now and then causing her heartache. Saravanan had noticed this too.

"How did I wrongly think that just with Prabu's departure everything would return to the old sate of affairs," this question that often arose in his mind came again once more.

Saravanan thought, the events that happened then had affected both of them very much. It had caused one type of wound in his heart (pain) and another type in her (longing). Both were in distress not knowing how to cope with it. There is a saying in Tamil that the wound caused by fire may heal but that caused by a persons tongue (harsh words) can never heal. However for Saravanan it was in addition, hurtful scenes seen can also never fully heal.

Even though the thoughts could not be fully banished he was able to put those thoughts to one side but Meera would sometimes look forlorn and lost. Looking at her still yearning for her old lover brought back those painful thoughts and scenes back to his mind. Not only that, seeing that she is not in peace also causes him heartache. That Prabu in the short while he was here was able to cause such deep effect in her that he could not in so many years of married life also hurt him badly.

He understood that the immense feeling that had arisen between them when their two bodies had united in pleasure would not disappear immediately. However, even now after more than a couple of years knowing those feelings still existed within her caused him sorrow. For her reaction time to time Saravanan was able to guess when thoughts of Prabu disturbed Meera.

When thoughts of her lover comes to her, so does feelings of guilt. To assuage her guilty feeling she would take extra loving care of Saravanan at that time, but for Saravanan, guessing this to be the reason, it gave him no happiness. It's because it's a clear indication that thoughts of her old lover was still strong in her mind. Saravanan also realised that Meera was making a valiant effort to forget Prabu but it still was beyond her till now.

Just because of this it did not mean she neglected her children or her husband in anyway. She continued to take care of them well in all ways that she could but this was slowly causing a feeling of inferiority within Saravanan. He also for his part did not let her suffer in loneliness nor did he show any type of anger or animosity keeping in mind what she had done. She was still yearning for something. He started thinking that he was incapable of giving her the type of pleasure Prabu had given her. This had slowly caused the feeling of inferiority creep into him.

Meera was lost in her thoughts. The children as usual after the prayers were running here and there, playing. She half kept an eye on them. Even though they were right in front of her sight, her thoughts were elsewhere. For whatever reason thoughts of Prabu today was more than usual. Even though she thought that she must try to forget him, that she escaped from the danger to her married life, her memories of Prabu refused to go away.

As she looked at her children playing she thought, It's so difficult to forget him because the relationship we had was so special. He had exercised full ownership over my body which only my husband was supposed to do. In fact to tell the truth he had taken more liberties with my body than my husband. Not only did he take it but I had willingly given it to him wholeheartedly. The emotional and physical excitement I had at that time made me lose full control of myself.

Today when she saw the pink jasmine flowers in the sellers basket it brought back memories of when Prabu had for the very first time adorned those flowers in her hair by himself. When he did that at that time her body had been shaking in a mixture of fear and excitement. Her heartbeat started beating faster uncontrollably. Her body was sweating in fear and anticipation. After he adorned the flowers, the warm palm of his hand grabbed her cool body by the bare curve of her waist. He buried his face in the flowers and took a deep breath. He pulled her to him and her body pasted on to his. These thoughts even now made her womanhood seep slightly.

"Meera, call the kids, let's go for dinner," her husband's voice distrurbed her reminiscence and brought her back to the present.

As they had their dinner she tried to engage in the usual conversation a woman would have with her husband and children.

"Meera, before we go back home, let's go to Prabu's house and visit his father. Apparently he is not well."

On hearing Prabu's name her body froze for a few seconds than gathering herself she said, Okay dear."

As their car approached Prabu's house Meera eyes automatically went towards the old abandoned house behind their newly built house. Saravanan also noticed where her eyes went but he did not indicate he was aware of it. That was the place where he first knew for certain that there was an illicit relationship between his wife and his friend.

"Come in son, " Prabu's mom welcomed Saravanan with fondness.

"Come in ma, "that fondness was absent in her voice when she invited Meera inside.

"How is dad," Saravanan asked as he walked in.

"He's okay a bit now, he is inside the room."

As they entered in the room they found Prabu's father lying in bed and Prabu's sisyer was sitting beside him in a chair.

"Hey Paappu, you are here too?, said Saravanan.

"Hello Anna (elder brother), hello Bhabhi, hai Kids," she welcomed everyone.

Prabu's mother interjected, "Paapu has come to see her father, her husband is coming tomorrow to take her back to his house."

"How are you feeling now dad, " Saravanan inquired fondly.

"I'm okay a bit now, " he replied in a weak voice.

"How are you grandpa," Saravanan's kids asked in a chorus. Prabu's father looked at them and smiled.

Prabu's father looked at his wife meaningfully. She immediately called Meera, Paappu and the kids," come everyone, let's go to the hall. I'll get coffee for everyone."

Prabu's father gestured Saravanan to sit beside him. He reached out with his hands to get hold of Saravanan's hands. Saravanan held Prabu's father hands before that.

"Son, I feel guilty whenever I see you. My family has done a great wrong to you," he said softly.

"Don't say like that dad. For Prabu's wrongdoing why blame the whole family. Why, isn't Meera to blame too. Or for that matter isn't my negligence a reason why that happened. Leave it, let's not talk about the past."

"No son, you are not to blame, because you are an honorable person you are saying that. You wife maybe to blame a little but the whole blame is on my son who did everything to seduce a married woman."

"Never mind, let it go dad. With your condition being like this at least permit Prabu now at least to visit you."

"NO," shouted Prabu's father and started coughing badly.

Saravanan gave him some water to drink. Hearing the coughing Prabu's mother peeped in. With a wave of his hand he told her to go away.

"No son, I have no desire to see his face again. He has brought such dishonor to the family."

"Whatever it is, he is your son. When you are in this condition he would surely like to see you."

He looked at Saravanan's face with kindness. "My son, my god, he has done such a terrible wrong to you and yet you are speaking for him. You are a very good man, but my son let me tell you something. One should never be too good a man."

After talking for a while Saravanan said, "look after yourself," and took leave.

Everyone was chatting in the hall. "Come Meera, let's go home. Mom, take care of dad, bye Paappu."

"Thanks Anna for visiting dad, only Prabu Anna doesn't seem to come and see dad," Paappu complained.

"Keep quiet," Prabu's mother admonished her. "He won't come here now, "she said watching Meera by the side of her eyes.

When she heard this Meera's body tightened for a few seconds. They said their goodbyes and left for home. That night Saravanan was aware of Meera tossing and turning restlessly in bed being unable to sleep.

Why am feeling this much of disquiet today, " Meera asked herself in puzzlement.

She tried to be as careful as she could while tossing and turning in bed being unable to sleep. She did not want to awaken her husband who was sleeping peacefully beside her. Initially in the first few months after Prabu's sudden departure, she really did not think of him that much. She was more relieved that the secret sexual liaison she had engaged in with Prabu had ended without causing any irreparable damage to her marriage.

However slowly the memories of Prabu started haunting her thoughts. This was because of the situation she was in. She was still living in her own home and that was where most of her illicit lovemaking with Prabu had taken place. So where ever she went in her house it again and again brought back memories of how she had cuddled there with her secret lover and enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh with him. This had the effect of making her yearning for Prabu increase over time. The memories of the intense pleasures she had enjoyed then and had lost now made her long for those happy days.

When she went to her hall, the sight of her sofa brought back memory of how as she sat on it leaning on the backrest, Prabu had sat beside her twisting his body so as to be able to suck on her honeyed lips for long ecstatic minutes. Even though she would initially protest 'no Prabu don't', he would continuously kiss her while his hands would roam over her body, kneading the soft flesh of her breasts, caressing the smooth flesh of her stomach and expertly bringing her to the mood for mating. After that she would walk with him without protest as he hugged her closely and led her to her bedroom to enjoy the sexual bliss their union was going to bring.

Also, the feeling of guilt that she is sharing the bedroom and bed belonging to the person who had tied the mangalsutra around her neck. namely her husband, with her secret lover, also disappeared over time. She joyously enjoyed mating with her lover in the very same bed she shared with her husband. Another time, even though she protest strongly, he forcibly undressed her and himself till they were both completely nude and fucked her vigorously on the sofa in the afternoon. That was the first time she had made love in the open like that instead of in her bedroom. Sex with Prabu had always been very pleasurable for her but that day, even though she felt shy at first to be making love in the open, the mating brought her to an intense orgasm that she had yet to experience up to that time. Even now when she sits on that sofa, and sometimes even with her husband sitting beside her, the memories of her body entwined with Prabu's writhing in pleasure on the sofa would fill her mind.

For Meera, her refuge was her kitchen, but she could not escape from memories of her lover affecting her even in that place. He would usually come to her home before she could finish cooking for the day. He would disturb her with his love pranks while she tried to concentrate on cooking. Sometimes she would admonish him as if she couldn't stand his disturbances but in reality she would enjoy it. She had never enjoyed this type of petting with her husband. When she was newly married they were still quite poor. It was a struggle to make a living and make ends meet. Moreover in the small house they were living in, Saravanan's mother who was still alive at that time was living with them. There was no opportunity and time to be involved in sexual pranks and petting like this, when wealth came to them the time had gone.

Those little pleasures that she missed out in her married life, she got through Prabu. He had nothing else to do, no family to maintain, no need to go to work at that time. His only concentration was to fulfill her needs and thereby enjoyed the lust he evoked in her. He would, as if helping her to cook, would hug her body from behind and holding her hands would help her to stir the dishes she was cooking. That was just an excuse for him to caress her secret pleasure organs. His big organ would aggressively strain against his clothes and push hard against the soft flesh of her bottom. Sometimes they would be so immersed in their pleasures that they would forget about the cooking and the food would become burnt. Just as the food had been overheated their bodies too would be overheated in lust.

One time as she held on the the stone stage where the stove was kept, Prabu had raised her sari all the way to her hips and had taken her from behind. That was the first time her moans of pleasure was heard in the kitchen as his big weapon plowed into her wet womanhood. That was also the first time she was experiencing the pleasures of sex in that position.

When every place in the house reminds her of the delicious illicit bliss she enjoyed with Prabu then how is it possible for her to forget him completely

Moreover, today when they went to visit Prabu's house to enquire about his health Meera's eyes on their own accord sought out the old house where after a period of two weeks or so their affair which had been temporarily stopped had been resumed.

This was all because one day her husband had asked her why she was nowadays wearing pink jasmine instead of normal round jasmine on her hair. She realized that her husband's suspicion had been raised. That brought a chill to her heart. She told this to Prabu. They decided to temporarily suspend their relationship till his suspicions had subsided. That remained patient and avoided meeting each other for a little over two weeks. As her husband gave no other indication after that that he was still suspicious, her fear slowly started dissipating.

Her husband himself had one day after seeing Prabu in the temple had called him over and had asked why he was not to be seen around. It was only then that her fear fully went away. Actually Prabu had phoned her that day and had informed her that he missed her a lot and that he was coming to see her in the temple even if he had to hide himself from Saravanan's eyes and admire her from afar. Her heart jolted in happiness on hearing this. When her husband had called Prabu over to him she pretended that her attention was elsewhere. However she was slyly admiring his manly figure with heart full of joy.

Even at that time she wondered how that she could be so taken up with another man while she still cared so much for her husband. Can a woman love two men at the same time she thought in wonderment. She also realized a woman cannot just simply give only her body to another man. Her heart too goes out to him.

She looked at her husband sleeping beside her. His face without the stigma of hate or ill feeling towards anyone. What grievance can I have on him. He had not even scolded me in our life together. He has not been a wastrel or a uncaring husband. Loving husband, a very good father, always working for the well being of his family. Not only have I betrayed such a good man, I am still yearning for the person with whom I betrayed him. When these thoughts came to her, eyes automatically teared up. I know I am doing something terribly wrong, yet why doesn't my heart want to listen to me. These thoughts were disturbing to her.

Maybe if everything had came out in the open I would have to make an even more difficult choice. What would I have done then. On one side, the father of my kids. A person who had taken care of me with love and care. A good person who had never sought to hurt or do anything wrong to anyone. I and my kids are his life. On top of that, I too care a lot for him. On the other hand should I forsake all this for pleasures of the flesh which is just at best transient. Should I hurt this wonderful man for temporary pleasure. Knowing that he is not aware that I had been sleeping with Prabu and therefore he has not been affected is the reason I could fully enjoy the illicit mating with Prabu. If ever he were to come to know of the affair, oh god I can't even think about it. How badly it would hurt him. What pain it would cause him. I would never have been able to see that. I would rather die than see that horrible sight. All these thoughts were causing a terrible turmoil in her mind.

These thoughts pushed aside all thoughts of her lover to one side. Her lips brushed her husband's forehead in a feathery kiss. She placed a had over her husband's chest and attempted to sleep. Somehow she managed to sleep too. However the next day, after her husband had gone to the shop, her children to the school and she had finished cooking and doing household chores the thoughts of her lover came forcibly flooding back into her mind. These disturbing thoughts always came when she had idle time. Her thoughts went back to how he had slowly seduced her and had taken her chastity for the first time.

Saravanan was aware of his wife kissing him on his forehead. He wasn’t asleep yet, he was only pretending to be asleep. When she placed her hand on his chest and attempted to sleep it gave him a certain contentment. It was another indication that she still cared very much for him. He was also aware how much she was struggling with her feelings and emotions. He felt helpless as he could not think of anyway to help her battle this distress. Her involvement with Prabu had not only been because of lust but rather she had also some emotional attachment to him. If lust was her only need then after knowing that Prabu was unlikely to come back here she would have sought another man to fulfil her sexual needs.


Saravanan also knew that he himself was not a selfish lover. He had brought his wife to orgasm many times. The spasming of her body when she attained her climax indicated that she was not just acting to have enjoyed sex with him just for his benefit. Yet there is a yearning within her. As her husband Meera had loved him. This was something that came automatically because of relationship that came about by their marriage. However had she fallen in love with Prabu because for the first time in her life a man had actively, determinedly courted her? Saravanan also had doubts whether the decisions he took at that time to resolve the problem were the right ones.

When he had caught them kissing and petting in the old abandoned house behind Prabu’s house, he could have called Prabu aside alone and warned him. I could have warned him to stay away from my wife and also ask him not to tell Meera that I was aware of their affair. I could have stopped everything then itself he thought to himself. Then again he knew that their illicit relationship had already started before that day. At the same time he was afraid Meera’s suspicions would have been aroused if Prabu had suddenly gone away or he had suddenly stopped meeting her.

Prabu actually did suddenly disappear from her life. Would she not be suspicious why that happened? One thing she could have thought that since he was forced to marry a girl from his relative, he had no option but to leave this place with his new wife suddenly. Or she could have that that he had used her and enjoyed her (Meera’s) body to the maximum and now since he had a new wife for his needs he had abandoned her. If that was the case Meera would have been disgusted with Prabu but instead she is still yearning for him.

Or after I had found out about their affair I could have just ignored it. Maybe eventually they themselves would have become fed up of the affair and would have decided to separate. It could be because their relationship was cut off suddenly there is still the attraction between them. Just as for a newly married couple the sex would be exciting and intense but over time it becomes somewhat stale and routine. Coupled to the newness of their affair would have been the thrill that both Prabu and Meera would have experienced because they were engaged in something wrong. He could have let the affair run it’s course. Eventually the newness would have gone and it would have become just another routine relationship. Meera too may not be yearning for it like she is now. On the other hand, it could also have the effect of making them even closer. Meera may have wanted to be with Prabu permanently. Then what would have happened to our marriage, what would my children do. The whole town would have laughed at me behind my back. I would have been subjected to taunting remarks. Even if I had been able to tolerate all that how could my children have borne all the insults. I couldn’t even contemplate such a thing happening. I would have to have left the town in disgrace but in deep in my mind I felt Meera would not have gone to that extent.

Another thought interjected into Saravanan’s mind. What if I had ignored their affair. Then on that day when Prabu’s father had gone to the dilapidated temple building after seeing his son’s motorbike there, he would have caught both of them red handed in the act. I too would not have been there to prevent it from happening. He would have killed both of them there and then. Saravanan thought about that and then realised it was not likely to happen. If he had not brought the old woman as servant to the house to prevent them having sex in his own house, then they would not have needed to go elsewhere to fornicate. So, there would have been no chance of them being caught. Of one thing he was certain in his belief, if he had confronted his wife directly, she would have definitely killed herself.

Saravanan tried to keep his wife happy and satisfied by trying to spice up their sex life in trying different things but he also had to be careful not to raise her suspicions on why he is trying all this. Especially now, after Prabu had gone away. One time he gently pushed her head towards his groin but she turned her head away. After that he did not try to do that again. Even though he felt anger that she did not want to suck his cock when she was so eagerly and willingly doing it for Prabu in that old temple hall. He immediately suppressed his anger. With her lover she didn’t have to show restraint. However with me she may have been fearful of what I would have thought of her if she readily did it, he surmised. Saravanan had never forced her to anything she was not willing to do and so it was in this case too.

He tried to keep her and his family as happy as possible. He gave the responsibility to run his shop to his manager, while he took his family on a holiday tour. He spent more time with her. He took his family to movies, dinner etc. He would spend more time with her when he came back home for lunch. He tried to come back earlier from his shop whenever possible. In spite of all this he would notice her having a forlorn look every now and then. He was at a loss on what more he could do.

Only time must give a solution to this he thought helplessly.

Meera’s thought too went back to the times Prabu was here. One day after her husband and children had gone to work and school respectively, she heard someone knocking on the door. She wondered who it was at this time and went and opened her front door. She was surprised to see Prabu standing there with a broad smile on his face.

“Bhabhi, I was passing this way and I suddenly thought about you. So here I am.”

“What?? You were thinking of me?? She asked in surprise and not in a little shock. What is this fellow saying something like this so boldly to his friend’s wife, she thought.

“Yes Bhabhi, I was dying for a cup of coffee and the first thing that crossed my mind was the wonderful coffee you serve. So my first thoughts were of you.”

Before this he had come often to her house when her husband was there. Every time he came, he would bring chocolates and sweets for her children. In this way the children had also got close to him addressing him as uncle. She was now also accustomed to him to some extent. However, in the small town like hers it was thought to be highly inappropriate for a man to visit a house when the man of that house was not in. Especially when that man’s wife is all alone in the house. Though reluctant, she had no choice but to let him in.

“Please come in,” she invited him in.

That was the first time Prabu had come into the house when Meera was all alone there.

So far Prabu had come to their house about 5 or six times. He had only visited them when Saravanan was at home. Each visit would last at least an hour or sometimes a little more than that. As his presence in the house became familiar to everyone he was slowly being taken as one of the family. In one instance he had dinner with them before going home. In another instance he visited them on a Sunday and had lunch with them. On that day he spent more time than usual in their home talking mainly to Saravanan but including her to in the conversation whenever he could. He would praise her cooking highly. She would smile, appreciative of his compliment.

“My wife’s cooking is always super,” Saravanan would agree with him.

His compliments made her feel very happy. She too got used to having him home. As she got more familiar with having him there, she also got more comfortable in his presence. She had actually complained to her husband when he had first come home that he seemed to be leering at women. Her husband had assured her it was just his young age and men at that age would behave like that, but it would soon be alright as they grow older. Now she too didn’t take that aspect of his behaviour seriously.

All that was when he visited them when her husband was home but when he first came home when she was all alone, she felt a bit uncomfortable. She had no choice but to invite him in as she had got to know him for a few days. She couldn’t very well tell him to go away.

However, Prabu’s motives from the beginning was somehow to seduce her. When he had first seen her in the temple he had been stunned by her beauty. He had noticed the mangalsutra round her neck and the toes rings on her toes.

He started wondering, “ who is the lucky fellow to have married this beautiful angel.”

Her beauty had overwhelmed him on the very first time he set his eyes on her. He felt that he must see her again and again. He often came to the temple just for the opportunity to see her. She used to come to the temple most days with her children. He discretely started enquiring about her.

It was the temple priest who told him,” she is the wife a big shop proprietor Saravanan.”

Only then he came to realise that she was the wife of his old friend Saravanan.

“Why is she coming alone with the children, doesn’t Saravanan come along,” he asked.

“He only comes here with his family on Fridays, the priest replied. “Why are you asking? You seem to be asking a lot about her,” he said with a little suspicion.

“No, no don’t take me wrong. Saravanan is my old friend. It’s just that I want to meet him,” he said cleverly managing the situation.

Prabu was very happy because he knew that he would have no trouble getting her introduction. From the first day he saw Meera, he would be troubled by her in his dreams. Prabu had from the very beginning been friendly with an ulterior intention in his mind. He was vehement in his mind that he must have Meera at least one day. Prabu was not without experience in sex. So far he had had sexual relationship with two women but this was the first time he was having desire for a married woman.

That she was his friend’s wife made him both happy and at the same time uneasy. Happy that because she was wife of a friend, he would easily get to know her and at the same time uneasy because that would mean he intended to seduce such a woman. Friendship was a very cherished relationship. This would be betrayal of the trust on which friendship is built.

“But she is so lovely, she is not even letting me sleep in peace,” he lamented to himself.

However, in that battle, her beauty won against friendship. He met Saravanan one Friday as he had planned. He got introduced to her as expected. Now he was talking to her while she was alone in the house.

To obtain her trust he was careful at first to behave both respectfully and honourably. Only then she would not complain about him to Saravanan. Moreover, it would pave the way for him to be able to visit her at home in the future even when she was alone.

As he drank the coffee he said,” It’s a good thing that Saravanan is here. Ever since I got back here from the gulf, I had not been able to see any of my old friends.”

“Yes, even my husband said that none of his old friends are still here.”

“When I first left to work in the gulf two of my old friends were still here at that time but now, even they have gone elsewhere to work.”

“How long were you in the gulf?”
“Four years Bhabhi.”

“Spending so many years overseas, isn’t it boring for you to spend your time in a small town like this?”

He was happy that she was paving the way for him to take this further along.

“That’s why I keep coming to your very often to see Saravanan. If not, I wouldn’t know what to do, how to spend time. I hope it’s not a disturbance for you, me coming to your home often like this. If so please tell me, I won’t be offended. I will reduce the number of times I visit.”

“Oh, nothing like that, why do you feel that way.”

He got the reply he anticipated.

“Luckily you said that Bhabhi, if not I wouldn’t have known what to do.”

“Why do you say that,” she asked puzzled.

“If not, where would I go to get this wonderful coffee that you serve here.”

Meera smiled on hearing this.

“Don’t think I am using the excuse of meeting a friend to drink free coffee. For this suberb coffee you serve I don’t mind even taking a flight once a week from the gulf to come and drink your coffee,” he laid on the compliment thick.

“If you want coffee just ask, I will give it, but this is a bit too much,” she said laughing.

“I actually like to go and talk to Saravanan in the shop but I don’t want to be a hindrance while he is busy with his business.”
“Yes, it’s true. It’s difficult when he is busy. Sometimes he doesn’t even come home for lunch or even when he comes, he hurriedly eats and goes back to the shop.”

So, it’s boring for her too here, he thought to himself. This was a useful bit of information.

“Yes, Saravanan was always a industrious worker. On the other hand, I used to roam around irresponsibly. I am more of a jolly type. That’s why my dad bundled me off to the gulf,” Prabu said laughingly.

“It seems like you are younger to him then I is it you two became good friends?”

Prabu smiled as he replied,” It was cricket that united us. We used to go to neighbouring towns and villages to play matches. We used to travel and play together so often we became good friends.”

“I have always seen my husband only involved in work and business, does he really used to play cricket?”

“How come you say that. At one time Cricket was like life to him, he used to bat well.”

“And you?”

“Even though I was three years younger I was always big built and strong, so I was the one who used to bowl fast for the team.”

His words turned Meera’s attention towards his body. He was right. He was quite tall and he had a well built body.

“Okay Bhabhi, time for me to leave. Many thanks for this refreshing coffee. I will come in the evening when Saravanan is here.”

Time passed quite interestingly having a conversation with him, she thought. “Okay, goodbye.”
I must make sure I arrive at least half an hour before Saravanan returns home. Only then I will again get an opportunity to speak to Meera alone, Prabu planned in his mind.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

That evening Prabu went to her house by 6.30pm itself. He would have loved to have gone there earlier to spend more time with her, but he did not want to rush things and raise alarm bells in her. He had to establish a certain level of comfortableness between themselves. The intimacy will come later provided he plays his cards right. To seduce a woman like her is not going to be easy, especially one who had been brought up traditionally like she must have been. It would require patience and a lot of effort but it would be well worth it to be able to delight in the pleasures that this gorgeous woman could give.

Prabu believed that in her traditional upbringing, her parents would have instilled in her the type of behaviour a woman from a respectable family should display. This would make it more difficult for her break the norms of morality instilled in her and this could have also led to her suppressing her emotions and desires to maintain that image of respectability. She may not have indicated her true desires to Saravanan for this very reason. Prabu always had the feeling that there was repressed sexuality within Meera. She maybe restrained to express that in a legal relationship as that with her husband. She was from a small town upbringing, without much exposure to the modern world. Her mother would probably have passed on to her the conjugal behaviour and obligation that her mother was taught by her elders. Prabu thought that if he could break those shackles of repressed sexuality then there are untold pleasures to enjoy that even Saravanan would not have experienced from his wife. For a woman with this type of upbringing it would be easier to give vent to her feelings with her lover than with her husband.

When he came to her house he had bought some chocolates and sweets for the children as usual. In this way the kids had grown very fond of him and used to always look forward to his visits. Little did they know that the man they called ‘uncle’ did all this with the intention of replacing their father with himself in bedding with their mother.

“Please don’t buy too much of these for them. They won’t eat their food properly after eating this.”

The children stared at their mother a little angrily on hearing this.

“Don’t you two stare at me like that or I will tell your father,” she admonished them.

The children put their tongue out teasingly to their mother and ran away laughing.

“Is Saravanan very strict with them Bhabhi.”

“No, even now when I said I will complain to their father see how they teased me and ran away. They are not in the least bit frightened of him. He indulges them too much.”

“Never mind Bhabhi, they are just kids, let them enjoy themselves now,” he said, while I enjoy with you Prabu thought to himself.
“Looks like you are another one who would spoil them like their father. Okay Coffee as usual?”

“Will I ever say no to you,” he said smiling.

Meera went into her kitchen, her children were sitting at the table in their hall doing their homework. Prabu contemplated what to do next. He can’t talk to her freely here with the children nearby listening to their conversation. He slowly walked into their kitchen. The first time he had done that when she was alone in there. They had a fairly large kitchen with a dinning table at one end. Previously he had gone in to her kitchen, once to have dinner and once for lunch. Both times her husband and kids were in there along with her. This was the first time the two of them were alone in there.

In the future the kitchen would be a familiar place for both of them to indulge sexual play. He would have kissed her there many times. They would hug and caress each other there in between Meera being busy with her cooking. He would unhook her saree blouse, pull up her bra and release her corpulent breast and suck on them till she had to push him away because the dishes would otherwise get burnt if she kept indulging him. In fact, if the walls of the kitchen could talk it would have many more interesting stories to tell. On that day however when he entered her kitchen when she was alone, she was a bit taken aback.

“Bhabhi, I have to go to the gents in a hurry, where?” he asked her.

She became a little calmer,” go that way a little to the side, there is a bathroom there.”

He used that excuse of wanting to use her bathroom to be able to talk to her there itself. After coming back from the loo, he stood leaning against the dining table and started a conversation with her. She was busy preparing coffee for him. He was busy admiring her bulging breasts which were clearly visible in the sideview he was having. They seemed to be straining against her blouse. The cloth of her blouse seemed to be tightly stretched.

How I wish I could release them from their constraints,” he thought to himself. She really does have large breasts he thought. Are they still firm or her tight blouse is preventing them from sagging, he wondered. He didn’t know then that it was not very long before he got the answer to that question. He could also see the bare curve of her waist. For a woman who had two kids it was wonder that she was still so shapely. This wasn’t the norm usually in places like where they were staying. There would usually be a couple of ‘tyres’ by now. He had not seen her doing anything in particular to maintain her body. It must be her natural metabolism he concluded. He would have loved to kiss that bare fair flesh. Her saree covered the rest of her body from his eyes but he still wondered her vagina would look like. She being so fair would mean that her inner petals would be rose like in colour. This thought made his manhood harden slightly. Later one day in the future, after they had made love and were lying side by side getting their breath back, he had told her about all these thoughts that ran in his mind on this day.

“You always had bad intentions with me you rascal,” she scolded him at that time without the slightest anger in her voice. Her smile indicated how pleased she was that he always had an amorous intention with her.

“Only after my sister’s wedding I have to plan what I have to do next,” Prabu started the conversation.

“Don’t you have an intention of going back overseas again?”

“That was what I intended to do before but now I don’t have the heart to leave this place.”

“Why is that,” she asked.

It’s all because of you my darling, he thought in his mind. I want to be making love with you again and again.

“I don’t have the heart to leave you and go away,” Prabu said with a smile.

“What??? Me???,” she said shocked he was so direct like this. She knew she was beautiful and that he admired her. She had even complained to her husband that he seemed to be leering at women too much. She meant at her rather than women in general but she couldn’t not directly say that. Her husband while saying it’s just his youth and the fact he is still not married but then had asked her if he had behaved inappropriately with her. She had hid that from him by saying no and she was only saying it generally.

“Sorry Bhabhi, I wanted to you all, just a slip of the tongue. I meant, Saravanan, you and the kids. These few days spending time with all of you has been so much fun. In the gulf it’s so boring as I am all alone frequently.”
He is definitely the type of man who would show his teeth too much to women. I am 30, he is only 27 and yet in a way I was pleased he was taken up by me. There was no harm in it as he was not going to get anywhere with that. She would later realise how foolish her thought was at that time. She had thought he won’t get anywhere with her, but instead he had got everywhere with her in the end. At that time however Meera had no intention or even the slightest thought of sleeping with this friend of her husband.

She handed the coffee cup over to him. At that time his fingers brushed hers as he took it from her. Was that accidental or did that happen on purpose she wondered.

“Thanks Bhabhi, I just love your coffee.”

“What’s so special in a cup of coffee?”

“Maybe it’s because of you, you cook very well, you even make coffee superbly and that’s not easy to do. I think you would be superb in everything you do.” Even in mating and that is something I can’t wait to find out, he thought to himself.

He looked at her luscious lips. Even without lipstick they were naturally pinkish in colour. How would they look if they were wrapped around my rod he thought to himself. His manhood almost reached it’s full erection. She saw his look and was taken aback. There was wanton desire in his look …. or am I just imagining it. Something told her that she would have been pleased if her husband had looked at her that way. She shouldn’t be happy with another man looking at her like that, even one as manly and handsome as Prabu. The sound of her husband’s motorbike was a welcome diversion at that time. Both of them went to the hall to await Saravanan. Prabu was there for about half an hour or so after that talking to Saravanan before he left for home. She noticed that even when he was talking to her husband his eyes would dart in her direction once in a while. Prabu wanted to look at Meera more but could not do that with Saravanan sitting facing him.

The next day when Prabu came in the morning Meera did not have the same misgivings she had yesterday when he came to her house when she was alone. She was getting used to talking with him even when she was alone. Besides when she was talking to him yesterday the time passed quite interestingly. She too had nothing to do after her husband and kids leave the house and frequently boredom used to affect her. In that way Prabu’s presence was welcome but only as a friend.


“Hi, come in, what?? Coffee again?, she asked with a smile.

“See you are teasing me that I am coming for free coffee,” Prabu said also smiling.

“Nothing like that, I just asked, that’s all.”

Meera poured a cup of coffee from him from the pot already simmering in the stove. Prabu took it from her and sat on the sofa and started drinking it.

“You have your coffee, I still have a little bit of cooking to finish,” Meera said as she walked towards her kitchen.

“You carry on Bhabhi, I’ll come there and we can talk while I have my coffee,” Prabu replied following her into the kitchen.

Even yesterday he had walked directly into my kitchen to talk to me and now he is doing the same thing today. He seems to be taking a lot of privilege in my house she thought. These past events were running through Meera’s mind now as she lay on her bed. Little did she know then that he was not only going to take a lot of privilege in her house he was soon going to take a lot of privilege on her body. These past events were running like movie scenes in her mind as she lay down and thought of those sweet days.

More than two years ago….

What’s for lunch Bhabhi,” he asked as he walked into the kitchen.

Meera turned and stared at him.

“Don’t stare at me lie that, don’t worry I’m not hungry, I won’t ask you for lunch. I won’t add free lunch to the free coffee,” he smiled disarmingly.

In his mind he though I am not hungry for your food, I’m only hungry for your body, and what a body it is. I can’t wait for the day you are squirming and screaming in pleasure under my body.

“No problem, even if you want to have lunch here but today it’s fully vegetarian meal.”

“In that case I am definitely out, I need to sink my teeth into flesh.”

Was he looking at my bare hip when he said that Meera wondered or is it just my imagination.

“So, what’s your plan for today,” she asked.

“Actually I’m quite free today, I thought of catching a movie.”

Meera perked up on hearing this. “Really? Which move?”

In their small town there were only two theatres. In one theatre it was mostly reruns of old movies. You only got new movies in one of the theatres. (This was all happening in 1985 – before the advent of a lot of private channels and entertainment on the phone. Theatre going was still a big source of entertainment).

When Prabu told the name of the movie Meera got very excited because it starred her favourite hero.

“I heard that it’s a very good movie. I didn’t know it was currently running in our meenam theatre,” she said excitedly.

Prabu made note of the fact that Meera was very interested in movies and movie stars. He filed away this piece of information in his mind. He thought that this could be useful in his efforts to seduce her. He knew Saravanan was very busy with his business and did not have time for movies. Moreover, even from a young age Saravanan was focused on coming up in life and did not show much enthusiasm for movies.

“If you like that movie then come along, we can go see it together,” Prabu said.

She stared at him a little angrily. What type of woman did he think I was. I’m a married woman, how dare he ask me to go to a movie with him.

Even though he knew that what he said would have flustered her he pretended not to notice it. “I won’t go for the movie now. When Saravanan and the kids are back in the evening we can all go to the movie together.”

Hearing this she remorseful that she was quick to anger. I had simply jumped to a wrong conclusion she admonished herself. He meant this when he said we can see the movie together.

“No no, don’t change your plans because of us. This is marriage season. There would be a lot of customers in the shop. He cannot come for a movie at this time. We also don’t like to take the children out late in the night.” “I’ll ask my husband if we can go for the movie this weekend.”

“Bhabhi, it’s not so easy for you to go to the movies, is it? You don’t get to see many movies don’t you?”

“Actually during the marriage season like this he opens the shop seven days a week. Even otherwise during not so peak season, he only closes the shop on Mondays as a lot of customers do their shopping on weekends.”

“So, it means you really don’t get a chance to see movies at all.”

“You can’t say that. When there is a very good movie running and if I request him, he would let his assistant run the shop and would take me and the kids to the movie on a weekend.”

Even as she said this Prabu was able to note the regret in her voice. This gave him greater confidence that he can use her weakness to seduce her. Prabu thought, how I wish this was a big city. You can easily take another man’s wife, that you have seduced, to a movie there as people are not likely to note or bother about it. Here even if I was able to seduce Meera, I could not take her to a movie alone with me, especially the wife of a prominent leading member of society like her.

She is trying very hard to hide the disappointments she has in her life. If I use it correctly than there is a good chance she will fall prey to my desires he thought.

“If Saravanan can’t make it, you can at least take your children along with you and go for a movie, can’t you?”

“No, except to the temple, I don’t go anywhere else without my husband.”

This is the challenge. She has been brought up very conservatively. She must have a lot of restrictions in her life, probably many of them self-imposed. She probably has a lot of pent up emotions because of this. If I become the one to shatter those restrictions than a lot of fabulous delights awaits me as she slowly explores and experiences the new pleasures of the flesh with me.

“What a pity Bhabhi, you are missing s many things,” he wanted to reinforce the feelings of frustrations she already must have.

She did not want to expose her feelings of regret to him. “No, I’m alright. There is TV, I can pass time with that. Also, my husband works so hard for the well being of me and our children. I can’t be a hinderance to that.”

“Let’s see how long you are able to suppress your desires,” Prabu thought to himself.

“Okay Bhabhi, It’s time for me to leave.” She watched him go with a bit of yearning in her heart.

That evening when Saravanan came back home Meera asked him,” I heard there is a new movie running in Meenam theatre.”
“I didn’t know that, why, would you like to see it?”

“Yes, very much. Can we go and see it this weekend?” she asked with enthusiasm.

Saravanan thought for a while. “Sorry Meera, I am getting delivery of new stock of marriage design sarees and other clothes this weekend.”

When he saw the disappointment in her face his heart melted. “Just be patient for a while, I will take you and the kids for the movie the following week.”

“Okay dear,” she said with a false smile on her face. She hid her disappointment from her husband.

That evening Prabu did not come to her house. Meera was disappointed as she was looking to ask him about the movie. Prabu came home the following morning.

“How come you didn’t come home last evening.”

Prabu purposely did not come to make her miss his presence even though he knew it was only because she had probably wanted to hear how the movie was. Nevertheless it would create the feeling in her of looking forward to seeing him.

“I was a bit busy, I couldn’t come.”

“Okay, tell me, how was the movie,” she asked eagerly.

“Who knows.”

“What do you mean? Didn’t you go for the movie?”

“No.”
“Why??? You said that you would be going.”

“No, Bhabhi, I saw the disappointment in your face and I didn’t have the heart to go and see it alone. I’ll ask Saravanan today. If he agrees, we can all go and see the movie this Sunday.”

He created a feeling of sympathy for him by his actions. Just for her sake he did not go for something he looked forward to. “He didn’t go and see the movie just because I was disappointed, I could not go?? Meera was surprised by this.

“I’ve already asked him. He said it’s not possible this week. He said we can see the movie the following week.”

“I don’t know if the movie will run in the theatre for that long.”

“Never mind then. You go and see the movie. Don’t wait for us.”

“No Bhabhi, If I see the movie and then tell you it was like this and like that you would be even more sad. Let’s wait for the following week. If luck is with us, we can see it then, otherwise we’ll just leave it. We can always see it when it comes on a rerun.”

Before this Meera looked at Prabu as more of a friend to her husband. Now she too was beginning to like him. She was beginning to take him as her friend. She did not realise how dangerous this was. When a man and a woman start meeting often alone, a friend can easily turn into a lover.

“Tell me Bhabhi, which actor and actress are your favourites?”

“Me? She told him the name of her favourite hero and heroine. What about you? She asked.

“I don’t have a favourite hero as long as the movie is good I will see it but my favourite heroine is ……., he told the name of his favourite actress.

“Why do you like her especially?”

“Because she is very beautiful.”

“There are other actresses just as beautiful or maybe even more.”

“Bhabhi each person has a taste. For me she is the most beautiful.” “If you promise not to get angry I will tell you one thing.”

“What?”

“Promise me you won’t get angry and I will tell you.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“You look a lot like her.”

“What!!! Me?” She was surprised at the same time pleased at what he said.

“No, you are just lying.”

“Why should I lie. You really look a lot like her. My friend is really lucky to marry you.”

“You are very bad, you are admiring your friend’s wife,” she stared at him but there was no anger in the look.

“I’m just stating a fact, nothing more.”

She laughed.

“If you want you can say I look like your favourite hero,” Prabu’s smile said he was only jokingly teasing.

“Don’t think too much of yourself you big headed fellow.”

Even though he was quite handsome he was nothing like her favourite actor. For one thing he was darker, a tanned brown in colour, but one thing he was taller than the hero and he was well built and muscular like the hero.

“Another thing Bhabhi.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to address me formerly. Just call me by name.”

Prabu expected she would also reciprocate and say the same but she was silent on that. However, it was not easy for her to call him by his name. He had to remind her several times before she got used to calling him by name.

“Okay Prabu, see you in the evening,” she waved him goodbye as he left on his motorbike.

Now as Meera was thinking back on that fateful day, she wondered, I only wanted to take him as a friend, how did we end up by being lovers. That day’s discussion on the actors must have made a unknowing impact on her. One day after Prabu had left after making love to her she had sang the song that his favourite actress and her favourite actor had sung in a movie.

As she bathed, her fingers caressed her secret parts tender from Prabu’s vigorous mating. Every touch reminded her of the wonderful sensation she had just experienced with her young secret lover.

The words to the song went like this.

“Hey girl who wanted water, has your thirst been quenched.”

“I took care of the needs of my lover, has his desire been appeased

Meera's recollection of past events were disturbed when she heard the sound of her husband’s motorbike arriving. She looked at the time, it was already 1.10 in the afternoon. Almost an hour had passed on her reminiscence of those days with her lover. She opened the door for her husband.


“What’s for lunch,” he asked as he walked in.

“We are having fish today,” Meera told her husband. Funnily enough so did Prabu.

One time when she had told him this,” Prabu, you know something, both you and my husband like fish. I must cook fish curry at least twice a week.”

He had smiled as he replied,” there is nothing to be surprised about that coincidence.”

“Why?”

“Well it’s logical isn’t it that we like the same things. Both of us like you and we both like to eat you,” there was a mischievous smile on his face.”

She had blushed brightly when he had said that. She knew what he was particularly meaning by that. He had introduced the pleasures of cunnilingus to her. She had groaned loudly and her body had convulsed as she experienced that joy for the first time. Her reaction had been so ardent that he had asked her.

“Is this the first time for you, hasn’t Saravanan done this for you before?”

She did not want to put down her husband in anyway. As it is, she was consumed with guilt every time she saw her husband after she had had sex with Prabu. She did not want to denigrate her husband further in any other way. Prabu must already been thinking he had bested her husband by sleeping with her. He must not think that her husband was not capable of satisfying her. She always told him that she had only succumbed to him because he made use of her loneliness.

“No, he does this too. Only not every time that’s all,” she had said wanting to defend her husband in some small way.

As she served her husband all the guilt came back. Not only had I been cheating on him when Prabu was here, I am still mentally cheating him even when Prabu isn’t here. I don’t know what is worse. At least when Prabu was here I had the excuse that his presence here as well as his constant persistence that he wanted sex with me pressured me to sleep with him many times, she reasoned to herself (She found it difficult to admit to herself that truth be told she wanted it too) but now even when he is not here he is consuming my thoughts. This is in a way a greater betrayal to my husband she thought as she watched her husband eat his lunch.

“Why are you waiting for me to finish my lunch first, I have told you many times to eat along with me. I can serve myself. Afterall all the dishes are here on the dining table.”

Even her husband’s innocent words uttered now brought back unwanted memories of her time with Prabu. He had made her lie on her back on this very table and had pulled her saree up to her waist. He had looked hungrily at her wet pussy licking his lips and had said,” Nothing you cook can be tastier than this delicious dish that I’m going to eat,” as he buried his face on her sweet womanhood. She thought to herself, “If my husband had only known that his friend had eaten his wife’s pussy on this very table, he would never want to eat a meal here again and secondly he would have probably killed me.

No, he wouldn’t have, she immediately dismissed the thought of violence from her husband. He is too good a man to be violent towards a woman, even one who has wronged him badly as I have. The thought that pained her most was that he would have been incredibly hurt. The vision of her husband’s face in anguish made her feel miserable. Love came flooding back for her husband.

She didn’t know how else to express this except to lovingly serve him as he ate. “Here dear, have another piece,” she said as she put another piece of fried fish on his plate.
“No, it’s enough for me I have already had two pieces, there won’t be anything left for you.”

“It’s okay, I have kept some for me in the container, how is the food, today? Is it okay.”

“My wife cooking always is great,” he said looking at her fondly.

Those words again. Prabu used to say the same thing. “You are not only beautiful, but you cook like a dream too. Saravanan is a very lucky man.”

She tired to banish the thoughts about Prabu as it kept intruding into her mind. How can my husband be lucky when I had allowed his friend to enjoy what should only be my husband’s rightfully.

She suddenly hugged her husband as she sent him back on his way to the shop. He was surprised, pleasantly so by this. He could feel the love in the way she hugged him. He thought that she is really making an effort to return to her normal self before Prabu’s unwanted intrusion into their peaceful life. I must continue to show that I care for her. Only then can I be supportive of her inner battle to redeem herself from the affair that had so affected her.

Meera kept herself very busy making every effort not to think about her departed lover. She reasoned that the thoughts about him only come when she had nothing to do. It’s not for nothing that they say an idle mind is the devil’s workshop. She started doing some house cleaning and mopping. She had no help since the mother of her husband’s worker who her husband had got to help in her housework had suddenly died 6 months ago. She refused her husband’s offer of getting her another domestic help. She did not want to have more free time because that was when memories of Prabu and their blissful times together kept interfering in her peace of mind.

It also helped that just as she finished her domestic duties her children came back home from school. As there was no tuition for them that day, she spent her time, busy taking care of them. She sat with them and supervised their homework. Although she had only studied till the 11th standard she had been a bright student. Her family situation at that time had not allowed her to pursue her studies further. That was the time before all this wealth. This comfortable life was only because of her husband and the gratitude she had shown for that was to sleep with his friend. She felt ashamed of herself. Soon her husband came back and she was busy preparing their dinner

It was now 11pm. Her children were already fast asleep. Her husband’s deep breathing as he lay beside her also indicated that he was fast asleep. Yet sleep refused to come to her. As it has been the past two days, whenever she was idle with nothing else on her mind, the memories of her time with Prabu disturbed her once more. Why is it especially for the last two days she wondered. The woman selling flowers offering her pink jasmine had initially triggered her mind. Prabu would always buy that for her before he mated with her. He found the fragrance of the flowers intoxicating as he would vigorously pump his thick rod in her wet sheath. Soon she too started associating the sight and smell of pink jasmine with satisfying sex. She would often smile as she had to clean their bed of the crushed and scattered pink jasmine flowers after Prabu had left after making love to her. Yesterday the sight of the pink jasmine flowers triggered back those old memories. Coupled with this was the visit to Prabu’s house. She was going there for the first time after they went there for Prabu’s sister’s marriage.

When her husband had remarked that she seemed to be wearing only pink jasmine in her hairs nowadays, a chill had run through her spine. She feared that her husband had got an inkling of her affair with Prabu. She had warned Prabu’s over the phone when he had called her. They decided to cool their ardour for the time being. Prabu stopped visiting her completely. Her husband had subsequently not shown any other indication that he was suspicious about her faithfulness. Two weeks or so without contact with Prabu, he had called her on the phone had said that he really was missing her a lot and he was desperate to see her even if he had to hide and see her from afar. He had come that Friday evening to the temple knowing that she would be there with her family. Her heart filled with joy when she heard him say that he could not sleep without seeing her again at least once. This was the time when their affair was at it’s peak.

It was there that her fear that her husband was suspicious of them was mostly assuaged. In fact her husband on seeing Prabu had called him over and had asked why he was not to be seen at our home. She only sighed in relief after hearing this. Prabu gave some excuse that he was busy in the preparations for her sister’s wedding. That evening in Prabu’s house Prabu had gestured to her secretively to follow him behind the house. She had smilingly refused. He was very insistent as he kept looking at her as much as he could without attracting any other person’s attention. Meera knew this was a situation fraught with danger and there is a real possibility that they could get caught. However, after the more than two weeks of separation she too wanted to meet with him alone. She carefully looked around to see where her husband was. She noticed him to one corner sitting with a group of men chatting. Noting that his attention was not on her she slowly walked around and out of the house without anyone noticing her. In the old abandoned house behind Prabu’s newly built house she and Prabu had kissed passionately. He had caressed and kneaded her breasts and had even tongued her pussy briefly. On her part she had fondled his large pole that she had missed for more than two weeks. Both of them needed that brief liaisons. It had subsequently led to lusty mating between them two days later in her bed.
Her eyes yesterday had automatically gone towards the old house when they visited Prabu’s ailing father. Prabu’s house, the pink jasmine flowers had all together had invoked all the desires she had so desperately tried to suppress. Now as she lay beside her husband the memory of her first lovemaking with Prabu, the first time she cheated on her husband, the first time she lost her chastity forever came rushing back to her mind. She couldn’t resist those thoughts from entering her mind once again. On that fateful day…..

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

It had been 4 days since Prabu had suddenly kissed her. They have been getting closer and closer during the many mornings Prabu met Meera when she was alone in the house. Their general talk had of late gone to the extent they were sharing their feelings on personal matters. Meera was however not ready for intimacy yet. Prabu had miscalculated and thinking she would yield to him had kissed her on her lips. Prabu was not ready for the way she reacted at the time.


She pushed him away. She scolded him. She started crying. Prabu was at a loss on what to do. When she shouted at him to go away he left silently cursing himself for his impatience. He had subsequently called her everyday pleading for forgiveness. He would call her several times but she would cut off the phone without talking to him.

Meera too was at a loss to understand her own behaviour. She knew that she was partly at fault for Prabu thinking she was falling for him. She shared personal matters with a man who was not her husband. How else would such a man have thought about her feelings for him other than to think she too was attracted to him. Truth be told she was slowly starting to miss him. She realised her heart had been racing when he had kissed her. She could not deny the fact that along with the fear she had also felt excitement.

By the third day she did not cut the phone and had started talking to him.

“Prabu, how could you do that. I am not that type of a woman. I am married to a kind decent man.”

“I’m so sorry Meera, I couldn’t help myself. I am so attracted to you. I know it is wrong and I tried to control myself but my heart refuses to listen.”

He would plead, cajole and in all ways try to recreate the closeness they had had. By the forth day her anger had dissipated and she too longed to see him but could not outright tell him to come and see her. Unexpectedly on the fourth day shorty after Prabu had spoken to her on the phone, she heard someone knocking on the door. She was surprised but at the same time delighted to see Prabu standing there. Her heart soared in happiness at the handsome man standing in front of her.

As their eyes locked, no word was needed to be spoken between them. These four days had shown to them how much they missed each other. The laughter, the teasing the meaningful looks. The smile that still lingered even after they had said their goodbyes. Meera’s eyes were the first to lower in shyness. Prabu entered her home and locked and latched her door. He pulled her to him and this time there was no resistance for her as her body mashed on to his. Her eyes swooned as his lips latched on to hers. He kissed her long and deep, their lips rubbing tightly against each other.

He embraced her tightly, pulling her buttocks so that her body mashed against hers. He was arousing her not only by his kissing but by his caressing of her body. She slowly reciprocated by hugging him to her as he was doing her body. The erect nipples on her fleshy breasts were rubbing against his firm body. Every time her nipples were pulled as their bodies grinded against each other streaks of pleasure shot through her body. There was something else that was insistently pressing on her lower stomach. Something very hard. Yes, he too was as excited as she was. He suddenly carried her as her body laid horizontally across his arms. He smiled at her, his face full of lust. He started walking and she soon realised where he was taking her. Prabu was there so often he was very familiar with the house. He was carrying her to her bedroom. He was going to enjoy her in the vey bed she shared with her lawfully wedded husband. He kicked the slightly open bedroom door ajar. Carried her in and dropped her on the bed. Her body spun on the bed as she came to rest on her back.

Prabu took of his t shirt and threw it on the floor. She averted her eyes and closed her face with her hands but not before she noted his muscular manly frame. She felt the bed pressed down. She knew he had got onto the bed with her.

Prabu gently pulled Meera hands away from her face. She closed her eyes in shyness.

“Look at me, dear,” he whispered to her.

She just smiled but refused to do so. He entwined the fingers of both his hands with her fingers. He pulled her ends to either side of her body on the bed. It was as if her hands were raised as if she was surrendering.

“Yes,” thought Meera,” I am surrendering to him.

She only opened her eyes when she felt his lips press against hers. She saw that he had his eyes closed as he kissed her. Her eyes followed suit. His mouth opened a bit wider and closed a few times showing her how the opened mouth kiss was. She had her lips pressed more closely together as she had always kissed her husband. Meera realised Prabu wanted her to do as he does and that’s why he was doing that several times trying to pull her lips wider with her lips. She felt shy to do it. For her only a prostitute would do things like this to please her client not decent women from good families. But Prabu was persistent. Finally, she gave in to his insistence and her lust. Her lips opened and closed along with his. She found that they were better able to taste one another’s lips in this manner.

“Chee,” she thought, “now I can taste his saliva, and he must be able to taste mine too.”

Though she felt shy that she was behaving in this wanton manner she also realised that it was more erotic kissing this way. Now it was easier for his tongue to explore her mouth. His tongue was rubbing against her tongue the same way her pointed nipples were rubbing against his firm chest. Yes, she realised, her nipples were indeed erect and pointed pushing against the fabric of her bra cup. Even with Prabu’s kissing she was already in a heightened state of arousal. The rubbing of her nipples against his chest was sending slivers of pleasure running through her body. Even with her clothes preventing her nipples from directly rubbing against his chest she could still feel so much of pleasure. How would it be if there was direct friction between her nipples and his flesh she wondered. It won’t be long before she found out.

Kissing had never been so pleasurable before. Her fingers gripping his tightened indicating to him that she was enjoying his kiss. Prabu had conflicting feelings that he was kissing the soft lips of his friend’s wife. The thought he was kissing someone else’s wife was very arousing but knowing that wife was actually a close friend’s wife was a little upsetting in that he was betraying the trust of friendship. In battles of this nature lust would always overcome any qualms because of morality. He could not believe that he was sucking on the lips of the woman of his dreams this quickly. He was reluctant to leave her lips but there were other parts of her body for him to taste. When their lips finally separated, both their lips were very wet. She opened her eyes and saw his lips coated with her saliva. She felt so bashful that she immediately closed her eyes again. That had been a long, deep and very satisfying kiss.

“Meera darling, I can keep on kissing your honey lips the whole day. You taste so sweet, dear.”

Verbally expressing sexual feelings was also new to her. Her husband or she hardly uttered any words when they made love. Prabu released the fingers of one of her hands. He pulled the pallu off her body to one side. Her heaving breasts were heaving up and down as she was breathing heavily because of her emotional state and the long kiss that had just ended. Prabu’s eyes lit up in joy as he admired her large breasts straining tightly against her blouse. There was only a small bit of cleavage that he could see. After all she was conservative by nature and her dressing reflected that. He kissed that small bit of cleavage that was visible. Her body shivered at the soft touch of his wet lips on her bare flesh. The touch of his lips was gentle on her warm skin. His lips brushed her skin several times as if a feather was gently caressing her skin. He was slowly stimulating her without even touching her properly yet.

His lips moved to the pointed part of her blouse. He knew he had aroused her and that her nipples were swollen and erect. He kissed her tip softly. Her body shuddered gently at that touch. He thrust out his tongue and teased her tip with his pointed tongue. Even through her clothes he could feel the rubber like sponge of her nipple.

“hmm..hmm..” she moaned softly.

Reminiscing about this at present Meera pinched her nipples with her fingers. It felt good but not as good as what Prabu did to her more than two years ago in this same bed. She glanced at her husband, he seemed to be sleeping soundly. Meera let her mind drift back to that fateful day more than two years ago when she gave herself to Prabu for the first time ….

He bit on the tip of her blouse. The teeth pressed down on her nipples so gently that there was no pain, only pleasure. He continued to tease her nipple. When he felt that one had had enough attention he would move to her other nipple. Each time he would fondle her nipple with his lips and probe of his tongue it would get stronger and stronger. Only the bite of his teeth remained as gentle as before. It felt so good for her that she felt like shouting, “kiss my nipples, suck it hard,” but she was not used to verbalizing her wants just yet. This was something she would learn with him in the future. There was a wet patch on both tips of her blouse because of his saliva. He now sought to unhook her blouse. Her hands immediately held his hands as if to stop him but that was just an instinctive action. She was in no condition to stop him. He slowly unhooked buttons one by one. It was not easy as her blouse was stretched tightly across were big breasts. She had to pull in and hold her breath to aid him. Soon the two flaps of her blouse fell to respective side of her body. Now Prabu could see a generous amount of her deep cleavage. The contrast of her fair soft flesh bulging against her black bra was driving Prabu crazy.

“Beautiful Meera, they are so beautiful.”

The naked desire in his eyes pleased her. Even her husband had never looked at her breasts with this much of desire nor had he ever told her how beautiful it was. He placed his head on her breasts, his nose trapped between the protruding flesh of her two globes. He took in deeply the smell of her body. The smell of a woman in heat of lust drove his own desire to new heights. His tongue probed the warm flesh of her breasts. His lips tasted the rivulets of sweat running down the slope of her breast. Why was she sweating so much. Had he provoked her craving so much that she had become so sexually heated up. He realised that he too was sweating profusely. He rubbed off the sweat from his face and her breasts. Meera saw the look of puzzlement on his face with amusement. His desire for her had been so great that he had not realised that in his hurry to have her he had not even put on the fan. In the late morning sun and room had become quite warm. Coupled to this was the sexual heat their bodies were in.

“You have driven me so crazy Meera see how I am sweating.”

She started laughing softly.

“Why are you laughing.”

“Look there,” she pointed at the fan.

Seeing that he smiled sheepishly at his foolishness.

“I’m an idiot. I was so mesmerised by you that I forgot even to do that.”

Meera was pleased to hear him say that she mesmerized him. Prabu got up and switched on the fan. The pleasant breeze from the fan started cooling the sweat off their bodies. Prabu took off his pants too and got back on the bed in his underwear. These men have no shame she thought as she diverted her eyes of his body, he is exposing his body so boldly. This reticence on matter of sexuality would disappear in the future when she was with Prabu. Even as she diverted her eyes, she did not fail to notice the impressive musculature of his body nor the distinctively large bulge in his underwear.

Prabu once more hugged her to him. He made her sit up so that he could remove her blouse from her body. She raised her hands allowing him to easily remove it from her body. He openly admired her bra clad breasts.

“Don’t look like that Prabu, I feel so embarrassed.”

“Why Meera, you look so beautiful, I can’t take my eyes off you.”

He placed each of his hands below each breast as if to gauge their weight. He gently squeezed them.

“sss…Prabu..”

“Meera, my love.”

He held her breasts as he kissed the bulging flesh above the bra cups. His hands went behind her back to unhook her bra. As he struggled to release it she reached back with her hands and helped him. She shrugged her body as the bra fell off her body on to the bed. She sat there with her breasts proudly protruding out from her body. He was pleased to see that there was just the slightest hint of a sag. Her nipples were of a light brown hue. Her erect swollen nipples were a little over half an inch long. There were pin pricks round her aureole showing how aroused she was. The tips of his fingers gently caressed her nipples.

“mm… mmm… Prabu…mm…”

He squeezed her nipple with his fingers.

“ss..ahh…”

He started kneading her breasts. Her mouth opened as she moaned gently, she licked her lips as her mouth became dry. He started kissing her lips again as he continued to knead her flesh. This time he didn’t need to insist, her mouth automatically opened for him in a long wet kiss. Prabu went to the next step.

“Meera, I want to suck your breast darling, do you want me to, hmm?”

Why is he asking me. Just do it, I want you to, she thought, am I going to say no. Or am I in a position to say no.

He kissed her nipple. The first time he was kissing her bare nipple. The nipple her children had suckled on. The nipple only her husband had tasted prior to mating. Now his friend is tasting it too. His tongue flicked on her nipple a few times. Each time his tongue brushed against her nipple a bit of pleasure shot through her body. Finally her nipple was trapped between his lips. His tongue caressed her nipple as he pulled it into his mouth to suckle on it.

“aahhhh……,” a groan escaped her lips as her eyes swooned in pleasure.

Her head twisted to the side as streaks of joy started from her nipple and spread through her body. Her reaction drove him crazy with lust. He sucked hard, biting her nipple as he got carried away in lust.

“aawww… don’t bite you idiot, it’s paining.”

Prabu smiled sheepishly, “Sorry dear, I just couldn’t help myself.” He gently kissed her swollen nipple which was covered with his saliva.

Thinking about this now, Meera squeezed her breast wanting to recreate the pleasure Prabu’s sucking had given her that day. That was the first time he was sucking her nipple and he didn’t waste his time in feasting on them.

Prabu hands were caressing her other breast, pinching on her nipple as he sucked her nipple. Prabu was very patient, he kept on sucking and playing with her breasts till Meera squirming in pleasure was tousling his hair as she held his head to her breast.

“Prabu….hmm…ahh…yes yes….nng..oohh…oh god….mmm darling….ooo….” her constant moaning was driving him on.

Being alone in her bed with Prabu she did not restrain herself from expressing the pleasure she was getting from him. She was doing something so wrong, yet she felt so good, he made her feel so good. For Prabu, his friend’s wife had been his dream girl and all his pent up emotions was making him to taste every bit of her body that he could avariciously.

“Meera your breasts are so big and so beautiful, I could suck on them the whole day.”

“Oh my god, ssss….I shouldn’t be doing this but aaww…slowly….how were you able to sway me…seduce me…oohh baby….I can’t help myself…..forgive me…forgive me…” Prabu knew she was begging for forgiveness from her husband as she fed him her breast.”

To drive all her thoughts about her husband, Prabu started sucking again even harder while the tips of his fingers traced the soft flesh of her stomach coming to rest on her belly button

ooohhhh…,” she moaned as his fingers were taking her to new pleasures.

Prabu came kissing down on her stomach making her squirm. Her muscles alternately tightened and relaxed as it was both ticklish and at the same time pleasurable. His probing tongue and his wet kisses was making her swoon in uncontrollable bliss. How does he know where to touch .. how to touch.. to bring a woman to rapture like this, god he is killing me,” she thought as her body pulsated in delight. She held his head which was now tonguing her belly button. She wanted to stop him as it was ticklish but at the same time wanted him to go on as it was so enjoyable.

“Prabu sss…it’s ticklish dear…”

He looked up at her. Don’t you like it? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Yes…it’s good but so ticklish.”

“Is this the first time for you like this?”

If she admitted it then Prabu would become aware of intimate details between herself and her husband. He would know that her husband has not done this for her before. They were both quite conservative in sex probably due to their upbringing. It is Prabu who is breaking all the self imposed shackles on her.

Prabu purposefully started licking all over her stomach very fast.

“Hey…rascal, she crunched her stomach muscles as she pulled his head up to her face and kissed him passionately.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

As Meera lay on the bed thinking about how passionately and arduously she had kissed Prabu on that day. She was getting aroused, recalling the raptures she was immersed in that day. Meera’s hands slowly started teasing her own body. She wet her lips, with her teeth gently scraping on them.

“Where did that ardour come from,” Meera wondered. “That was the first time he was kissing me fully. Not like the first brief kiss between us. Yes, our kiss lasted a long time, he had tasted my tender nipples, his lips and the tip of his fingers had explored my navel, the hot soft flesh of my stomach. His every move was slowly stroking my lust but yet I still should have controlled myself. Wasn’t it wrong to lose all sense of modesty and behave in the way I did.”

“Truth be told,” she thought,” even though that was the first day we were uniting sexually, I had without me realizing it, had already mentally given myself to him.” “That is why he was able to overcome all my resistance so easily,” Meera concluded.

That was why I had cooperated with him in all his foreplay. I had kissed him open mouthed, had allowed his tongue in my mouth as if I had been used to kissing like this all my life and not like the conservative wife that I had been till then Meera thought. Tongues entwining when kissing was a new experience for her. She did not realize till then that even this could be sexually stimulating.

Prabu had been kissing and teasing her stomach with his tongue for quite a bit of time. She was surprised that even though he was finally able to fulfil his dreams of enjoying her body, he was still able to exercise this much patience. Probably if it had been some other man, he would have lost control and finished everything quickly. However, Prabu had explored her very patiently, finding every sensitive spot in her body and evoking her lust skilfully. Thinking about all that now, Meera’s pussy was as wet now as it was that day.

Meera glanced at her husband lying beside her. On being reassured that he was still in deep sleep she let her thoughts wander again to the events of that day. Her fingers pressed down on her vagina over her clothes. The erotic thoughts filling her mind made even this feel very pleasant even though the clothes she was wearing did not allow any intimate stimulation of her womanhood. Her massaging of her pussy made her eyes swoon once more. The events of that day once more permeated her mind.

Prabu’s face was hovering above her warm stomach. She could see him taking a deep breath. She marvelled, what fragrance can he find in this? Maybe a woman’s body in sexual heat emanates a certain aroma that would excite a man? A small rivulet of her sweat ran across her stomach. He expertly lapped it up with the tip of his tongue. The stroking of his wet tongue over her soft flesh made her shiver in delight.

“sss…” she groaned.

His hand once more grabbed her breast and started kneading it. She placed her hand over his, not to stop him, but to aid him in massaging her breast.

“Even your sweat tastes so sweet Meera love,” he cooed to her.

He had started calling her his ‘love’ as if she belonged to him. Why not she thought, when he was now taking her body as if he was fully entitled to do so then there was no doubt in his mind that she belonged to him.
In trying to control her lust, the sole of Meera’s foot was rubbing against the instep of the other foot. Rather than helping to control herself it aided in the rubbing of her labia thereby further filling her with pleasure. Her body squirmed in joy. Prabu observed this as he was kissing her stomach. This further provoked his enthusiasm. He was very happy that he was victorious in further increasing her lust.

Prabu’s intention was that this should not be a one time sexual mating. He wanted to enjoy this delightful body again and again. He fully realised that even though she was in sexual delirium at present and that this would be very enjoyable for her, her guilt would come back in full force when she was alone again after he had left her. She would feel mortified that she had committed a great sin by engaging in this adulterous copulation. The thought would make her cry in agony when she was alone. She would definitely be determined to end this with this first unfortunate (for her) coitus.

So, it was important that he drowned her in uncontrollable bliss that she had never experienced before. The feeling, yearning, for this immense pleasure must slowly invade her thoughts once again. There would surely be a battle in her mind between not wanting to commit the sin of adultery again and wanting to enjoy the sexual ecstasy she enjoyed once more. If in that battle if lust is to prevail then the sexual joy she enjoys now must be something unforgettable. Therefore, it is essential that he be very patient in his lovemaking now.

Prabu pulled at the folds of the saree shoved in at her hips to loosen the saree. Realising this Meera opened her eyes. He is soon going to see my most intimate secret part soon Meera thought shyly. If she didn’t stop him at this point, then she is surely going to lose her chastity that she had so carefully guarded throughout her life. In her weakened mental state she made a last vain effort. At the very moment she was about to say ,” Prabu, please don’t,” his hand entered under her saree from the top and his finger tips pressed on the wet line in front of her panties and at the same time he a gave hard wet kiss on her navel.

“AAhnngg…” her protest died in her throat.

She felt like lightening bolts of pleasure invade her body. His fingers started gently rubbing on top of wet line in front of her panties. Her legs spread slightly automatically. Prabu could feel her sticky wetness on his fingertips. Her vagina was getting ready for his penetration.

“OOhh…AAhh….,” her whimpering of pleasure was now very clearly audible. She was slowly losing her inhibitions.
For Meera it was like hearing her voice coming from somewhere else. She was amazed that she was moaning so loudly. She was not used to openly displaying like this, the pleasure she was feeling. For several minutes, Prabu continued to stroke her pussy with his fingers as he continuously teased her stomach with his tongue. He was hoping that this relentless caressing would render her unable to put up any resistance even if she wanted to. He had to take her to that heightened state of lust. Only then she would be helpless to stop him when he had to stop his caressing for a while to undress her fully. His stimulations should also make her eagerly await his next action. Prabu could not wait to feast his eyes on her naked beauty.

Prabu went back from for stomach to her breast. He teased her swollen nipple with his tongue and then took it all into his mouth had started sucking it ardently. He slowly brought up his fingers that were rubbing her pussy over her panties to push up the band of her panties and enter inside. His fingers slowly rubbed over her silky pubic hair to reach the wet opening. His fingers gently parted her pussy lips to enter inside. It reached her erect clit that was slightly poking out from it’s hood. He smiled to himself in realising how sexually excited she was.

“Oohh…Prabu….AAhmm…,” Meera’s body was shuddering.

She grabbed his hand by tightening her two thighs around it. He could not move his hands but a few seconds later they parted slowly on their own to release his hand. She could not be without the erotic stimulation of his fingers.

Those pleasurable past memories flashing in her mind made Meera shove her hand under her clothes now. Her clitoris was as erect. She imagined all that happened that day and tried to recreate the pleasure that Prabu’s fingers had given her then. She gently teased her small bud of pleasure.

That day after a while, Prabu stopped sucking on her tit to look at her face. He wanted to see how much she was enjoying the joy his fingers were giving her. Her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth was open, lips quivering as if like a fish out of water she was gasping for breath. Her muscles of her face twitched as if in pain. He knew that this was not agony that she was feeling but intense pleasure. Seeing that erotic sight his penis hardened even further as more blood flowed into it.

There cannot be a more erotic sight to a man than seeing the expression of uncontrollable pleasure on a woman’s face. That too seeing Meera’s beautiful face twisted like this made him crave for her even more. When she realised that Prabu was not sucking on her nipple for some time Meera opened her eyes. When she realised that he was enjoying the sight of her suffering in ecstasy her face reddened even further in embarrassment. Seeing that shyness pleased Prabu even more. He started tasting her honeyed lips once more. She too fed her lips to him fervently.

After awhile he went back to feeding on her nipple. His fingers did not stop only at her clitoris. It started exploring the walls of her vagina, finding spots there that stimulated her to greater pleasure. On one particular spot his stimulation made her ooze copious amounts of her pleasure juice. She was surprised that there were so many places within her secret place that gave so much of pleasure. How did he know all this she wondered in amazement.

“AArrghh…..Prabu….you’re killing me…I can’t stand it…”

Her ramblings of joy was like music to his ears. He intensified his caressing even more. The trembling of her body also became heavier. Her groans of pleasure became even louder. He wondered if these walls had heard such loud moans from her before when she had been with his friend, her husband. Prabu concentration and actions were only in bringing her intense rapture. Meera had not done anything for him in return. She had only been enjoying his sexual foreplay till now. Prabu was not at all disappointed with this. His full intention today was only in giving her heavenly bliss. He knew his success today would automatically result in Meera giving him in the future all the pleasures he wanted from her.

Prabu knew Meera was racing towards an immense orgasm. His stimulation became faster. He took as much of her breast flesh in his mouth and sucked hard. Meera’s hips now pushed up on their own with her womanhood trying swallow his fingers.

“AAhhh…..Prabu….dear….aangg…….”

Suddenly her body started shuddering as if she was in an epileptic spasm, he could feel her wetting his fingers. Her hands grabbed his hand that was buried in her pussy, her nails digging into the flesh. A great moan escaped her lips. It took quite a while for the trembling of her body to subside.

Prabu now took the opportunity to completely remove her saree from her body. In a few seconds he made her fully naked. In the afterglow of her orgasm she was in no position for resistance even if she wanted to. For the first time other than her husband, a different man’s eyes was gazing at her naked body. She could see the naked hunger in his eyes. He too quickly undressed fully. His clothes strewn on the floor in her bedroom. She too was seeing the naked body of a man other than her husband for the first time. Meera eyes opened wider on seeing his fully erect twitching manhood. She shyly turned her eyes away. Prabu was ready for the next sex action. So was she.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Meera knew that what Prabu had wanted is bound to happen. She was not in any position to stop Prabu. She had only quite recently been introduced to her husband’s friend. At that time, he meant nothing to her. He seemed to have leered at her surreptitiously but hid that from her husband. She was used to that from men. She was aware that she was an attractive woman and so she did not take offence or view it as something serious.


Subsequently he started being a frequent visitor to her home on the pretext of wanting to spend time with his old friend. Soon she became used to his presence in her home. In the course of those visits she started having normal conversations with him and soon he turned from an acquaintance into a friend. Soon he had also started visiting her when she was alone and her conversations with him was humorous and interesting. Hence a closeness slowly developed between them.

Without realising it they started sharing some personal matters such as their likes, wants, regrets and disappointment. These were just about general friends, relatives and family life but nothing intimate. She never for one moment thought that these harmless (so she believed) interactions would have such an insidious effect that would lead to the situation like now where they are ready to engage in sexual intimacy. Even in her wildest dreams she never thought that she would betray her husband.

Those things that Meera never could imagine happening is now becoming a reality. She was completely naked with a man other than her husband and that too on the same conjugal bed that she shares with her husband .. and now that man too, fully naked like her was climbing on to the bed nearing her. Her heartbeat rose, her body shivered in lust. She awaited her soon to be lover’s next move with a mixture of trepidation and ardour.

Even though there had been no actual coitus between them yet he had still proved his sexual skill. The play of his lips and fingers on her body ….oh god .. he had made her swoon in delight. He had displayed no hesitancy in laying claim to her body as if it was his right. He showed that he was in no way reticent but rather a man confident in his sexual prowess. With those skills he had brought her to an intense sexual peak which reminded her of her very first sexual experience.
She experienced now the same intensity when she had experienced her very first orgasm with a man. At that time, she was newly married. She had no sexual experience whatsoever. Every caress, every touch by her husband was a new delight for her. He had made her swoon in delight. After that as years passed by the delights became familiar, the intensity diminished and a certain level of comfort set in. Gone was the fervent desires …but now …even if his fingers could bring those pleasures back then if we were to fully mate??? Hmm yes, he will surely soon remove that doubt too. Not only that … this virile man’s potent manhood…. she only had a quick glance at it but even that had created a thrill in her heart.

Meera had shyly turned her head to one side but Prabu gently turned her head so that she faced him. Meera was careful so that her eyes were only on his face and did not divert to any other part of his body. She looked deeply into his eyes. Can a man have this much of passionate desire for a woman she wondered pleased at what she saw in his eyes. Any woman would be elated to see such yearning for her by a man. Prabu kept looking at her face. See this a small smile appeared on her face.

“Why are you seeing like that.”

“I can’t help it, seeing this gorgeous angel.”

Meera smiled shyly.

“Why are you smiling. You have no idea how badly I suffered this past month all because of this lovely face.”

“How? Meera wanted to ask him but her modesty prevented her from doing so, after all this was their first intimate liaison.

In time to come when Prabu was having sex with Meera, this display from Meera of bashfulness coupled with lust would take him to immense heights of sexual satisfaction. Before this Prabu had been intimate with a woman who not only showed fervent desire for sex but was very open about it. He had believed that would be the ultimate in sexual enjoyment. Now he knew that there was greater rapture in the pleasures given by a coy woman in sexual heat.

As Meera remained silent Prabu continued to talk. He wanted her to realise how much he desired her. She too must get to care for him. This should not be something like he thought .. yes I have enjoyed her .. yes, I have achieved my goal .. let me forget about this henceforth. How can one get sated in enjoying the voluptuous body of this elegant beauty. Prabu was determined to find out how many times he must enjoy her before his desire is fully quenched. His feeling was never. She too should overcome all the hesitancy of her moral upbringing and indulge in all the sexual exploration till she too is fully sated.

“When I close my eyes I see the image of your face, when I open my eyes still only your image is in my mind. The thoughts about you makes me unable to sleep but even when I do fall asleep you come in my dreams and disturb me. Oh how I suffered, but that was pleasurable suffering.”

Meera could not discern any insincerity in Prabu’s voice. She thought, he really is crazy about me .. but should he have this much of lust for a married woman, that too the wife of a friend? Put aside his lust for me, how is it right that I can be so thrilled by that? The state she was in made her fearful. She was afraid where all this would lead to. The fear of the consequences was hidden somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind.

“Prabu I am so afraid. We are doing something terribly wrong. You friend is a very good man. What horrifies me more is that I am unable to shake off my feelings for you.”

The remorse she was feeling could be seen clearly on Meera’s face. He must not let her dwell on her remorse. More than the remorse, the heavenly bliss that they are about to enjoy must be what that fills her mind and heart.

“Do you think that I don’t feel any agony when I think of Saravana? You don’t know how much I regret what I am doing. I tried so hard, but I just could not … Oh why must you be born so beautiful.”

Prabu kissed her passionately not letting her think or talk any further. The fervour of his kiss made her melt. His passion spread to her too. Prabu was kneading her breast as he feasted on her succulent lips. Meera held Prabu’s head by his hair pulling him closer and making the friction of their wet lips together even firmer. His tongue explored her mouth just for a few seconds each time before retreating. Meera realised that Prabu was actually inviting her tongue into his mouth. She hesitated, she had never done this before.

She hesitantly, like a very shy person, slowly inserted her tongue into his mouth. His tongue eagerly met hers. Their tongues brushed against each other. Doing this for the first time she felt a new sort of thrill. As he kissed her, his hand explored her body and slowly reached the entrance of her womanly treasure. His fingers gently rubbed over her labia. His fingers gently scrapped her clitoris. Meera had only just reached her orgasm a very short while ago and so she felt hypersensitive there.

“Hmmm…. Mmmm….,” as their lips were locked together the sound emanating from her was getting muffled.

As Prabu continued to tease her nerves engorged pleasure bud the sensitiveness slowly diminished and feelings of pleasure started dominating. Prabu took Meera’s hand and placed it on his throbbing manhood. She quickly let go of that warm flesh as if her hand had grabbed a hot iron rod. Prabu did not attempt to place it on his huge erection again. Prabu now rained kisses on friend’s wife’s neck and breasts as his fingers continued to tease her pussy.

As Saravana’s wife moaned, “ AArr….OOhh….,” unable to bear the pleasure from his teasing, his lust increased even further on hearing her cries of pleasure

Prabu was feeling triumphant that his masculine potency was overwhelming his friend’s wife’s self-restraint and virtue. Prabu voraciously sucked on Meera’s breast. Meera’s lamentations of bliss continued to fill the room. Now Meera’s hand on it’s own slowly moved towards Prabu’s twitching erection. Her trembling hand slowly wrapped around his big pleasure meat. His lips that were still latched onto her nipple spread in a victorious smile. Meera’s elegant fingers were for the first time willing grabbing the stiff manhood of a man other than her husband. On the touch of her soft hand, Prabu’s penis twitched in reaction.

Till now it was only Prabu who was doing everything to give Meera pleasure. Meera except for returning Prabu’s ardent kiss thereby stimulating his desire but had not done anything else for Prabu. Now for the first time she was stroking his virile cock and directly pleasuring him. For Prabu who had been yearning for so long wondering when his friend’s wife will give in to his desire, her action now of stroking him with her beautiful long fingers mesmerized him.

“Sss….how hot it is … hmm .. big ….what pleasurable torture this is going to cause…” Meera pondered have in fear and half in anticipation.
Prabu went on to his knees. He watched in fascination as Meera’s lovely hand was stroking him slowly, pulling his skin in and out. Realising he had stopped everything and was admiring her handiwork on his thick stem Meera became red with embarrassment. She quickly let go of his stem. Prabu laughed at Meera’s reaction. He lifted both her legs with his hands. Prabu had no regrets that Meera had stopped stroking his cock. He was quietly confident that the time would soon come when Meera will not only willingly stroke his cock but those delicious red lips of hers would be wrapped around it avidly tasting his flesh.

Holding on to her legs Prabu came in between them and on to his knees. Meera that that he was going to start making love to her. Her heart started beating faster both in anxiety and anticipation. Prabu however took her legs and trapped his huge erect rod between the soles of her two feet. Even then quite a bit of his stem was sticking out from between the soles of her feet. As he moved her feet, the soles of her feet pulled at the skin of his penis. His reddish bud was periodically exposed and closed by his foreskin as he masturbated himself with her feet. All these was strange, new and exciting for Meera.

“What is he doing,” Meera thought in surprise, “do people do all this in foreplay?”

Meera looked at his face, he could see his facial muscles twitch in pleasure. “Even my feet is giving him joy.” She was very pleased by this. Her eyes now boldly examined his private part. It’s thickness .. length… pulsating veins running around the blood engorged flesh .. the firmness of his erection … truly the sight of this magnificent piece of flesh would cause any woman’s lust to rise.

Prabu took one of her feet to his face. Her toe ring shone in the daylight penetrating into the room. The sight reinforced within him the fact that he was holding the leg of a married woman. That too a woman married to his friend. He kissed her toes one by one and then started taking it in his mouth and sucking them. Meera squirmed on the bed. She tried to pull her leg away. He held it firmly not letting it get away from his mouth.

“Chee it’s dirty… ugly….,” she said in embarrassment.

“My darling there is nothing dirty or ugly in you,” Prabu said as he started sucking on her toes again.

Meera relaxed back on the bed. “What new erotic things he is going to do, “ she though as she delighted in the ministrations of his mouth on her toes.

Even though this action of Prabu’s of sucking her toes did not directly give any pleasure it nevertheless had a titillating effect in her mind. What does hr get in sucking my toes she thought baffled by his action but looking at him he really seems to enjoy doing this. While sucking on her toes Prabu was tracing the tips of his fingers over her well-shaped and rounded thigh. This made her ooze more of her feminine fluid. He was fascinated by her soft muscled but very smooth hairless thigh. As the usual attire she wore did not allow for them to be exposed to the sun, her flesh tone was quite whiteish. Right in contrast to her very fair legs was her womanhood that was covered by soft curly black hair.


In-spite of the curly hairs covering her vagina the pink petals of her womanhood was visible to him. As she was quite wet they shone slightly in the daylight penetrating into the room. It clearly indicated she was ready for lovemaking. Yet till now she did not actively participate in their sexual foreplay. This was what that astonished Prabu. Did this show that she had strong self-restraint? Or that he has still failed to arouse her to such an extent that she forgets everything in her state of lust.

No .. no … Prabu guessed, it cannot be either of these two. For her woman of her upbringing this was the first time that she was betraying her husband. This is a very big step for her. She must also be very fond of her husband. Prabu suspected that even though he had succeeded in arousing her desires her sense of guilt is preventing her from being an active participant in the foreplay. Prabu had the self believe that after they had indulged in a delectable union of their bodies her craving for that delicious enjoyment would push to aside all these feeling of misgivings.

It was Saravanan’s wife’s exquisite beauty that made him disregard family honour, friendship and morality and made him crave to possess and enjoy that alluring nymph. Even after achieving his objective, if Meera was to lie down like a frigid woman when he mated with her because of her guilt then there would be no joy in the successful seduction. Only if his friend’s wife was to fully and willingly explores all aspects of erotic pleasure when fornicating with him will it be an unforgettable and mesmerizing experience for the both of them. For that to happen this first union of their bodies must be such that the pleasure he gives her must overwhelm her heart and mind. He must change her to a woman who hungers for lust.

“Meera sweetheart, your thighs are so soft and smooth darling.”

Meera coyly smiled.
“Not only that my dear, your skin is so fair that I think that wherever I kiss that spot would redden.”

By these words she already knew what he was going to do next. All this stimulated her desire further. While he was holding one of her legs in his hand the other leg was just lying on the bed. He took that too and brought it to his groin. He placed in such that his thick stem was stuck between her big toe and the second toe that had her toe ring on. He moved her legs slowly up and down.

“Oh god Meera, hump…this feels so good, rub my cock like that honey.”

He is now calling her very easily with endearments, he refers to his penis vulgarily as cock. She was not used to words like that though she had accidently heard words like that once or twice spoken by people at the lower end of society. Now the vulgar words are being spoken by Prabu. More than all this he was using her toes to masturbate his rod. She didn’t have any feelings of disgust or distaste but rather a feeling of excitement.

From his manhood’s ( his cock .. Meera tried saying this word in her mind ..chee you are terrible girl, she admonished herself but could not deny the thrill she felt in saying it) tiny hole in front, a few drops of his pre cum was wetting her instep. Meera could clearly see that he was in a heightened state of lust.

Prabu did not utter the words of love and adoration simply to please her. He was actually overcome with desire for her. His facial expression of passion, the way the muscles of his body tightened and twitched all clearly illustrated that he was in the throes of passion. Yet only now when he used her foot to tease his penis did he do something to pleasure himself. All this while all his acts were only with her pleasure and satisfaction in his mind. It was evident that Prabu was not a novice and was well versed in the techniques of sexual intercourse and pleasuring of woman. She was convinced in her mind that, their soon to happen illicit mating would be a memorable experience for her.

Both she and Saravanan were inexperienced in sexual matters before their marriage. What little they knew was through hearsay and gossip. Only through their own experience together did they learn their sexuality. Prabu however was very experienced in matters of sex. What he said about his experience with the white woman in the gulf must all be true. When they were starting to get close Prabu had confessed some of his private matters to her.
(Readers would get a clear picture on this and how it was used to seduce Meera in future updates)

Now Prabu let go of her leg but Meera continued to rub his penis with the sole of her foot. The toe ring that Saravanan wore on her toe in the marriage ceremony was rubbing against the hot flesh of Prabu’s manhood. The sight of that was very arousing for Prabu. Prabu took her other leg to his face and licked the sole of her foot.

Meera squirmed on the bed,”ooo…don’t Prabu, it’s ticklish.”

He laughed but then again licked her sole. Meera’s body continued to squirm on the bed. Her juggling breasts was very sexy to see. The ticklish feeling made her forget and stop teasing his penis with her foot. Prabu took both her legs and put them over his shoulders. He started kissing and licking the smooth flesh of her thighs. He gently scraped his teeth over her flesh. True enough when he did that, that spot would redden as had told her earlier. Prabu was very patiently kissing and licking her two thighs for some time making her excitement grow even higher. He placed her feet on the bed and started kissing and sucking hard on her knees.

“AAhh… ohh.. Prabu…dear …sss…,” when Prabu did this Meera’s body shuddered in pleasure.

Prabu made a mental note of this. She seemed to be sensitive in this area. This was to be used in their future lovemaking. Prabu now was feverishly kissing and sucking on her two knees alternatively. Meera’s moaning of pleasure become louder and louder. Prabu’s body slid down on the bed. Now more than half of her thighs were over his shoulders. Her pussy was now very close to his face. He could now see very clearly those gates of heaven right in front of his face. When he saw her wet labia saliva started forming in his eagerness to drink that nectar. This viscous pleasure liquid that women ooze was something that Prabu loved to taste.

Prabu took a deep breath. “Meera your cunt smells fantastic, my cock is getting rock hard on just smelling your pussy.”

“Chee, you are a terrible fellow Prabu … don’t .. I’m feeling so shy.”

It’s this coyness from you that makes me more excited to enjoy you Prabu thought to himself.

Meera kept her hand on Prabu’s forehead as if to prevent him from doing anything further.

“Prabu, what are you going to do.”

As if you don’t know Prabu thought to himself. “Why, I’m going to drink your nectar to my heart’s content.”

“Aiyo, don’t .. it’s dirty .. don’t do that.”

“What?? Dirty?? This is honey .. not tasting and drinking this is foolishness.”

“It feels uncomfortable for me Prabu, please don’t.”

“Why? Has Saravanan not done this for you before?”

Meera could not deny this. Surely, he must know now that her husband has not done this for her, so she remained silent.

“Meera you should enjoy this, you won’t regret it. In a way I have got a virgin cunt, a cunt that has not felt a tongue inside it.”

When Prabu referred to her vagina as cunt she felt a little thrill. Even though she had placed her hand on his head as if to stop him she actually in her heart wanted to enjoy this new experience. She always thought that men from good families don’t do all this .. but this fellow was a rogue .. a lecherous rogue .. now my darling rogue.

His tongue came out and at first only the tip of his tongue gently teased the outer petals of her pussy.

“mmm…..,” Meera’s body shivered.

Her viscous liquid stuck on to his tongue, he smacked his tongue and tasted her liquid. Prabu’s tongue again and again brushed against the lips of her pussy. Each time his tongue would scoop some of her nectar into his mouth. His action made her ooze even more of her sexual liquid. His tongue now pushed her lips aside and entered a little bit inside her vagina

Fabulous Meera, even honey won’t taste as sweet as this.”

Meera shivered, “Ohh…Prabu, what are you doing to me… oh god..”

Yes, I’m going to lick you .. lick you good he thought to himself. I’m going to do what your husband has not done for you. You won’t for this … no, you can’t forget this.,” Prabu thought happily.

Prabu kissed gently. Like how he had kissed her lips softly he now kissed the lips of her pussy the same way.

“HHmmm….”

Enough of teasing Prabu, he said to himself. He opened his mouth and locked his lips to her pussy lips hard and started kissing passionately.

“AArrrgghhhh……..Prabuuuu……..,” Meera’s body spasmed on the bed.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Meera closed her eyes tightly. Prabu slurped on the petals of her womanhood. Just as his tongue had proved her mouth just a few minutes ago, his tongue was now probing and teasing the inside of her pussy. Prabu sucked her swollen bud along with the hood covering it at the same time.


“hhmmm….aaahhh…..,” Meera’s eyes swooned.

Now two of his fingers entered her pussy to caress the inner walls of her feminine sheath as he continued to suck on her swollen bud.

(Meera tried to recreate the pleasures of that day by teasing the, rich nerves ending filled, pleasure bud with the tips of her dainty fingers. At the same time, she tried to control her body from moving too much because of the pleasure she was enjoying as she did not want to awaken her husband sleeping peacefully beside her)

When his probing fingertips caressed certain parts of her pussy wall she felt shock waves of pleasure shoot through her body.

“Prabu… Prabu…. Prabu…. ,” she kept a constant chorus of mumbling his name.

Prabu wondered if she ever had called out Saravanan’s name like this in all these years they had made love as man and wife. Seeing the way Meera’s body was shuddering Prabu thought proudly that all these must be new experiences for her and Saravanan would not have been able to make her react like this in uncontrollable bliss. Moreover, Meera herself was now pressing her vagina onto his mouth and her hand was pulling his head so as to press her pussy harder on his lips. The woman who had said ‘chee it’s dirty’ is now feverishly enjoying this.

Probably whenever Meera had said no or don’t Saravanan would not have pursued that further. As far as sexual foreplay is concerned when a woman says no, it should really mean, yes or that she is yet to experience the pleasure that foreplay would give. Prabu was already well versed in this matter about women.

Prabu surmised that once Meera as enjoyed this pleasure from him she would not resist this in the future. In fact, she most probably will be looking forward to receives the attention of his mouth on her pussy whenever they mated. She also would feel shy and fearful to ask this from Saravanan. Having not asked him or allowed him to do this in their many years of married life she would be afraid that he would be suspicious if she suddenly was to indicate she wanted her husband to do this.

It is always easier to unreservedly enjoy all the pleasures of sex with a lover than with a husband. There was no need for pretence of not wanting anything ‘vulgar’. This was for the good thought Prabu. She should feel that if she wanted all these types of sexual foreplay than it was only through him, she could enjoy that, Prabu thought happily. Prabu entered his two fingers a few inches inside her pussy and gently teased the upper wall of her vagina.

“AAAhhh…..OOhhhh…….,” Meera wailed her pleasure.

Now Prabu intensified the sucking of her clitoris along with the hood covering it as his fingers increased the pressure on her inner wall. Copious amounts of her sticky liquid coated on to his fingers.

“AAArrgghhh……I can’t stand it …..mummy……aaavvv….,” Meera groaned loudly as she pushed her hips up and pressed her pussy hard on his mouth.

Hearing her moans of pleasure and seeing the way her body was squirming aroused Prabu’s hunger for her even more. If I can make her writhe like this in pleasure just with my mouth, then what I feared definitely won’t happen. She would not lie down frigidly without doing anything because of feelings of guilt. When I shove my cock into her tight wet pussy and fuck her vigorously, she would not be able to control her passion and she would respond with equal excitement Prabu thought with elation.

She must experience the explosive joy of getting an orgasm through me eating her pussy. Prabu increased the fervour with which he was sucking and teasing her pussy with his mouth and fingers. He put one hand under her buttocks and lifted her so that his mouth had greater access to her bubbling pussy. Her vagina and his mouth was locked so tightly together that his moustache and her pussy hair was rubbing together the way her labia was rubbing hard against his lips.

“AAAhhh….. OOhhh…….. sssss………….ng..ng….,” her loud groans turned to whimpering cries as if she was in pain rather than the intense pleasure she was feeling.

Prabu could see the signs that Meera was approaching a mighty orgasm. Meera was not the first woman he had brought to a climax with his mouth. So, he was well aware that her peak was very close.

‘Cum darling, cum for me .. flood my mouth with your pussy juice .. let me drink it to my heart’s content , Prabu thought in his mind.
Even though he had referred to his penis as cock to her one or two times he felt the time was not yet right to fully talk vulgarly to her … to call her vagina cunt… to call their mating fuck… Prabu was cautious that she should not feel he is treating her with disrespect. Vulgar talk enhances the joy of sex, but she was not yet ready for that step. He knew that when their illicit coupling becomes more frequent it may not be surprising if, even she started talking vulgar words he thought smiling to himself.

Her twisting body suddenly became still but the muscles of her body started tightening. This was the calm before the storm. She was ready to burst in rapture.

“AAAAHHHGGGGGGGGG…………………………” her body spasmed violently. He held her body tightly with her pussy still locked on his mouth.

The walls of that room would not have ever heard such roar of pleasure from her .. not even when Saravanan had made love to her. Her sticky fluid completely covered his mouth. He drank that intoxicating wine till the trembling of her body subsided.

She only opened her eyes when she came back to normalcy. The first thing she saw was Prabu’s face. She felt very embarrassed when she saw his lips, moustache and surrounding areas wet with her feminine fluid. Did I do all this?? In shyness she covered her face with her hands. She felt shy that she behaved not like a proper wife but like she was Prabu’s mistress unable to control her lust. Now she felt awkward about her behaviour like a chaste housewife. This mixture of coyness and sexual craving was what that made her special.

There was a conceited look on Prabu’s face. He was fully confident now that he can make her a slave to her lascivious desires and the pleasures that she got through their unbridled sexual coupling. Mentally Meera had lost her chastity to him some time ago, now all that was left was for him to take it physically. she is now going to give that most coveted prize to him, willingly. The thought that he was going to usurp the chastity of his friend’s wife did not figure in Prabu’s thinking at all. The rampant desire to possess the gorgeous woman who was disturbing his dreams and tranquillity was all that was in his mind.

Meera open your eyes.”

Meera merely shook her head ‘no’.

“Look here, my sweet little girl.”

“What?? Little girl?? She took her hands away from her face having a mischievous smile on her face.

There was no evidence of her viscous liquid still on his face. He must have wiped it away she thought. He was sitting on his knees beside her body. He was looking at her. He too had a smile on his face.

“How was it Meera? Was it good?”

“Chee, enough you idiot,” Meera said as she turned her head away.

Prabu turned her face so that she faced him again.

“Darling, why this embarrassment? There should be no shyness between lovers.”

He is saying lovers. He had said he was crazy about me, he had fallen for my beauty, he can’t be without thinking about me but now he is saying we have become lovers.. love?? His words had a twofold effect. On the one hand it pleased her but on the other it also raised feelings of fear in her.

Is he saying he loves me? I’m a married woman she thought. How can I love another person. It’s one thing that we, in a moment of weakness forget ourselves and involve in this illicit sex but to love..??? This is dangerous. Where will all this lead to. Now is not the time to deeply think about all this. The mind is too confused and consumed with passion. What is certain is that he is going to take my body and equally certain is that I am going to lose to him my fidelity to my husband.

“Meera, there is a world of heavenly bliss waiting for us, there should be no hesitancy between us anymore.”

He took her hand and placed it on his manhood. Her eyes lowered to look at his manly weapon. It looked menacing in her dainty fingers.
Transfixed at the sight of it she unconsciously started stroking it. Truly she was in an enthralled state of mind as she looked at his hot rod of flesh.

“God, how big it is,” the words tumbled out of Meera’s mouth before she realised it.

Meera immediately bit her tongue when she realised what she had inadvertently mumbled. Che, why did I blurt that out. Prabu was happy hearing this. Even though she would not have wanted to, she accidently confirmed that his manhood was bigger than her husband’s.

The touch of her fingers on his rod was so pleasurable to Prabu. She would surely feel the pulse running down his throbbing cock he surmised.

“Do you like it?”

Meera shyly bowed her head but did not release his manhood from her hand.

“Didn’t I just say that there should be no hesitancy between us, tell me, do you like it.”

“Hmm,” that’s all the answer that came from Meera’s lips.

“Well I too love that you are holding him in your sweet fingers.”

A smile was Meera’s only response.

“Now onwards he belongs to you.”

She stared at him in mock anger.

By this he is telling in not so many words that in the same way my womanhood belongs to him now.

Prabu now came and sat on his knees between her legs. He opened her legs and she pulled it up so that her bent legs were now on the respective sides of her body. This made her vagina thrust out for him with her pink petals slightly open for his love spear to enter. Prabu rubbed the head of his cock on her entrance a few times. There was a wet sloshing sound as she was soaked with arousal. The sound told her that she was ready to accept his big thick rod inside her. He knew that too.

Her chasteness that she had protected so carefully for all these years is going to be lost in a matter of seconds. She suddenly happened to see the framed wedding picture hanging on their wall. Saravanan was happily smiling in that photo. If he were to see his wife spread-eagled on their bed, fully naked and waiting for another man to take her, how much of agony he would feel.

Meera closed her eyes. Please forgive me my dear husband she begged in her heart. Prabu’s thick cock started entering her slowly. Meera opened her eyes again. She saw her vagina swallow his erect penis. Inch by inch it disappeared from her eyes and into her body.

“God … heaven …. Heaven … she welcomed his body into her arms in a warm embrace.

“Meera …. Meera ….”

Meera opened her eyes in shock. She came back from her reverie to the present. The voice calling out Meera .. Meera.. was her husband’s. Has he woken up she thought as she turned her head, to look at him. No, he was still asleep. He was rambling in his sleep. When they were newly married, she came to know that her husband had a habit of talking in his sleep. For some years now that behaviour had stopped but now it has suddenly re-emerged. Why?? She was confused.

“Meera ….dear ..what do you want..” then there were a few words that he mumbled that she could not make out.

Meera wondered whether she should wake him up or not.

Again, his voice. Some ramblings she could not understand, then clearly, “of course anything for you dear, you are the queen of my home…then a few more unintelligible mumblings then silence. He was sleeping soundly again.
Meera couldn’t understand why this behaviour has come back again but one thing, those words that he spoke that she heard so clearly. “Meera, you are the queen of my home.”

Those words pierced her heart like a spear. What an evil thing I was doing, she scolded herself badly. When I have this wonderful man for me why am I always thinking of my old lover. You bitch, you prostitute, Meera had never scolded herself so badly before. With a terrible heartache and pain, she did not know how she finally managed to fall asleep.

Next day she did not allow any thoughts of Prabu to disturb her mind. She kept herself busy doing various chores and household work. Slowly time moved and she expectantly waited for her husband to come home. Strangely he was very late today. It was 9 pm already and he was still not back home. Meera started getting worried. She phoned the house

It had been 4 days since Prabu had suddenly kissed her. They have been getting closer and closer during the many mornings Prabu met Meera when she was alone in the house. Their general talk had of late gone to the extent they were sharing their feelings on personal matters. Meera was however not ready for intimacy yet. Prabu had miscalculated and thinking she would yield to him had kissed her on her lips. Prabu was not ready for the way she reacted at the time. She pushed him away. She scolded him. She started crying. Prabu was at a loss on what to do. When she shouted at him to go away he left silently cursing himself for his impatience. He had subsequently called her everyday pleading for forgiveness. He would call her several times but she would cut off the phone without talking to him. Meera too was at a loss to understand her own behaviour. She knew that she was partly at fault for Prabu thinking she was falling for him. She shared personal matters with a man who was not her husband. How else would such a man have thought about her feelings for him other than to think she too was attracted to him. Truth be told she was slowly starting to miss him. She realised her heart had been racing when he had kissed her. She could not deny the fact that along with the fear she had also felt excitement. By the third day she did not cut the phone and had started talking to him. “Prabu, how could you do that. I am not that type of a woman. I am married to a kind decent man.” “I’m so sorry Meera, I couldn’t help myself. I am so attracted to you. I know it is wrong and I tried to control myself but my heart refuses to listen.” He would plead, cajole and in all ways try to recreate the closeness they had had. By the forth day her anger had dissipated and she too longed to see him but could not outright tell him to come and see her. Unexpectedly on the fourth day shorty after Prabu had spoken to her on the phone, she heard someone knocking on the door. She was surprised but at the same time delighted to see Prabu standing there. Her heart soared in happiness at the handsome man standing in front of her. As their eyes locked, no word was needed to be spoken between them. These four days had shown to them how much they missed each other. The laughter, the teasing the meaningful looks. The smile that still lingered even after they had said their goodbyes. Meera’s eyes were the first to lower in shyness. Prabu entered her home and locked and latched her door. He pulled her to him and this time there was no resistance for her as her body mashed on to his. Her eyes swooned as his lips latched on to hers. He kissed her long and deep, their lips rubbing tightly against each other. He embraced her tightly, pulling her buttocks so that her body mashed against hers. He was arousing her not only by his kissing but by his caressing of her body. She slowly reciprocated by hugging him to her as he was doing her body. The erect nipples on her fleshy breasts were rubbing against his firm body. Every time her nipples were pulled as their bodies grinded against each other streaks of pleasure shot through her body. There was something else that was insistently pressing on her lower stomach. Something very hard. Yes, he too was as excited as she was. He suddenly carried her as her body laid horizontally across his arms. He smiled at her, his face full of lust. He started walking and she soon realised where he was taking her. Prabu was there so often he was very familiar with the house. He was carrying her to her bedroom. He was going to enjoy her in the vey bed she shared with her lawfully wedded husband. He kicked the slightly open bedroom door ajar. Carried her in and dropped her on the bed. Her body spun on the bed as she came to rest on her back. Prabu took of his t shirt and threw it on the floor. She averted her eyes and closed her face with her hands but not before she noted his muscular manly frame. She felt the bed pressed down. She knew he had got onto the bed with her. Prabu gently pulled Meera hands away from her face. She closed her eyes in shyness. “Look at me, dear,” he whispered to her. She just smiled but refused to do so. He entwined the fingers of both his hands with her fingers. He pulled her ends to either side of her body on the bed. It was as if her hands were raised as if she was surrendering. “Yes,” thought Meera,” I am surrendering to him. She only opened her eyes when she felt his lips press against hers. She saw that he had his eyes closed as he kissed her. Her eyes followed suit. His mouth opened a bit wider and closed a few times showing her how the opened mouth kiss was. She had her lips pressed more closely together as she had always kissed her husband. Meera realised Prabu wanted her to do as he does and that’s why he was doing that several times trying to pull her lips wider with her lips. She felt shy to do it. For her only a prostitute would do things like this to please her client not decent women from good families. But Prabu was persistent. Finally, she gave in to his insistence and her lust. Her lips opened and closed along with his. She found that they were better able to taste one another’s lips in this manner. “Chee,” she thought, “now I can taste his saliva, and he must be able to taste mine too.” Though she felt shy that she was behaving in this wanton manner she also realised that it was more erotic kissing this way. Now it was easier for his tongue to explore her mouth. His tongue was rubbing against her tongue the same way her pointed nipples were rubbing against his firm chest. Yes, she realised, her nipples were indeed erect and pointed pushing against the fabric of her bra cup. Even with Prabu’s kissing she was already in a heightened state of arousal. The rubbing of her nipples against his chest was sending slivers of pleasure running through her body. Even with her clothes preventing her nipples from directly rubbing against his chest she could still feel so much of pleasure. How would it be if there was direct friction between her nipples and his flesh she wondered. It won’t be long before she found out. Kissing had never been so pleasurable before. Her fingers gripping his tightened indicating to him that she was enjoying his kiss. Prabu had conflicting feelings that he was kissing the soft lips of his friend’s wife. The thought he was kissing someone else’s wife was very arousing but knowing that wife was actually a close friend’s wife was a little upsetting in that he was betraying the trust of friendship. In battles of this nature lust would always overcome any qualms because of morality. He could not believe that he was sucking on the lips of the woman of his dreams this quickly. He was reluctant to leave her lips but there were other parts of her body for him to taste. When their lips finally separated, both their lips were very wet. She opened her eyes and saw his lips coated with her saliva. She felt so bashful that she immediately closed her eyes again. That had been a long, deep and very satisfying kiss. “Meera darling, I can keep on kissing your honey lips the whole day. You taste so sweet, dear.” Verbally expressing sexual feelings was also new to her. Her husband or she hardly uttered any words when they made love. Prabu released the fingers of one of her hands. He pulled the pallu off her body to one side. Her heaving breasts were heaving up and down as she was breathing heavily because of her emotional state and the long kiss that had just ended. Prabu’s eyes lit up in joy as he admired her large breasts straining tightly against her blouse. There was only a small bit of cleavage that he could see. After all she was conservative by nature and her dressing reflected that. He kissed that small bit of cleavage that was visible. Her body shivered at the soft touch of his wet lips on her bare flesh. The touch of his lips was gentle on her warm skin. His lips brushed her skin several times as if a feather was gently caressing her skin. He was slowly stimulating her without even touching her properly yet. His lips moved to the pointed part of her blouse. He knew he had aroused her and that her nipples were swollen and erect. He kissed her tip softly. Her body shuddered gently at that touch. He thrust out his tongue and teased her tip with his pointed tongue. Even through her clothes he could feel the rubber like sponge of her nipple. “hmm..hmm..” she moaned softly. Reminiscing about this at present Meera pinched her nipples with her fingers. It felt good but not as good as what Prabu did to her more than two years ago in this same bed. She glanced at her husband, he seemed to be sleeping soundly. Meera let her mind drift back to that fateful day more than two years ago when she gave herself to Prabu for the first time …. He bit on the tip of her blouse. The teeth pressed down on her nipples so gently that there was no pain, only pleasure. He continued to tease her nipple. When he felt that one had had enough attention he would move to her other nipple. Each time he would fondle her nipple with his lips and probe of his tongue it would get stronger and stronger. Only the bite of his teeth remained as gentle as before. It felt so good for her that she felt like shouting, “kiss my nipples, suck it hard,” but she was not used to verbalizing her wants just yet. This was something she would learn with him in the future. There was a wet patch on both tips of her blouse because of his saliva. He now sought to unhook her blouse. Her hands immediately held his hands as if to stop him but that was just an instinctive action. She was in no condition to stop him. He slowly unhooked buttons one by one. It was not easy as her blouse was stretched tightly across were big breasts. She had to pull in and hold her breath to aid him. Soon the two flaps of her blouse fell to respective side of her body. Now Prabu could see a generous amount of her deep cleavage. The contrast of her fair soft flesh bulging against her black bra was driving Prabu crazy. “Beautiful Meera, they are so beautiful.” The naked desire in his eyes pleased her. Even her husband had never looked at her breasts with this much of desire nor had he ever told her how beautiful it was. He placed his head on her breasts, his nose trapped between the protruding flesh of her two globes. He took in deeply the smell of her body. The smell of a woman in heat of lust drove his own desire to new heights. His tongue probed the warm flesh of her breasts. His lips tasted the rivulets of sweat running down the slope of her breast. Why was she sweating so much. Had he provoked her craving so much that she had become so sexually heated up. He realised that he too was sweating profusely. He rubbed off the sweat from his face and her breasts. Meera saw the look of puzzlement on his face with amusement. His desire for her had been so great that he had not realised that in his hurry to have her he had not even put on the fan. In the late morning sun and room had become quite warm. Coupled to this was the sexual heat their bodies were in. “You have driven me so crazy Meera see how I am sweating.” She started laughing softly. “Why are you laughing.” “Look there,” she pointed at the fan. Seeing that he smiled sheepishly at his foolishness. “I’m an idiot. I was so mesmerised by you that I forgot even to do that.” Meera was pleased to hear him say that she mesmerized him. Prabu got up and switched on the fan. The pleasant breeze from the fan started cooling the sweat off their bodies. Prabu took off his pants too and got back on the bed in his underwear. These men have no shame she thought as she diverted her eyes of his body, he is exposing his body so boldly. This reticence on matter of sexuality would disappear in the future when she was with Prabu. Even as she diverted her eyes, she did not fail to notice the impressive musculature of his body nor the distinctively large bulge in his underwear. Prabu once more hugged her to him. He made her sit up so that he could remove her blouse from her body. She raised her hands allowing him to easily remove it from her body. He openly admired her bra clad breasts. “Don’t look like that Prabu, I feel so embarrassed.” “Why Meera, you look so beautiful, I can’t take my eyes off you.” He placed each of his hands below each breast as if to gauge their weight. He gently squeezed them. “sss…Prabu..” “Meera, my love.” He held her breasts as he kissed the bulging flesh above the bra cups. His hands went behind her back to unhook her bra. As he struggled to release it she reached back with her hands and helped him. She shrugged her body as the bra fell off her body on to the bed. She sat there with her breasts proudly protruding out from her body. He was pleased to see that there was just the slightest hint of a sag. Her nipples were of a light brown hue. Her erect swollen nipples were a little over half an inch long. There were pin pricks round her aureole showing how aroused she was. The tips of his fingers gently caressed her nipples. “mm… mmm… Prabu…mm…” He squeezed her nipple with his fingers. “ss..ahh…” He started kneading her breasts. Her mouth opened as she moaned gently, she licked her lips as her mouth became dry. He started kissing her lips again as he continued to knead her flesh. This time he didn’t need to insist, her mouth automatically opened for him in a long wet kiss. Prabu went to the next step. “Meera, I want to suck your breast darling, do you want me to, hmm?” Why is he asking me. Just do it, I want you to, she thought, am I going to say no. Or am I in a position to say no. He kissed her nipple. The first time he was kissing her bare nipple. The nipple her children had suckled on. The nipple only her husband had tasted prior to mating. Now his friend is tasting it too. His tongue flicked on her nipple a few times. Each time his tongue brushed against her nipple a bit of pleasure shot through her body. Finally her nipple was trapped between his lips. His tongue caressed her nipple as he pulled it into his mouth to suckle on it. “aahhhh……,” a groan escaped her lips as her eyes swooned in pleasure. Her head twisted to the side as streaks of joy started from her nipple and spread through her body. Her reaction drove him crazy with lust. He sucked hard, biting her nipple as he got carried away in lust. “aawww… don’t bite you idiot, it’s paining.” Prabu smiled sheepishly, “Sorry dear, I just couldn’t help myself.” He gently kissed her swollen nipple which was covered with his saliva. Thinking about this now, Meera squeezed her breast wanting to recreate the pleasure Prabu’s sucking had given her that day. That was the first time he was sucking her nipple and he didn’t waste his time in feasting on them. Prabu hands were caressing her other breast, pinching on her nipple as he sucked her nipple. Prabu was very patient, he kept on sucking and playing with her breasts till Meera squirming in pleasure was tousling his hair as she held his head to her breast. “Prabu….hmm…ahh…yes yes….nng..oohh…oh god….mmm darling….ooo….” her constant moaning was driving him on. Being alone in her bed with Prabu she did not restrain herself from expressing the pleasure she was getting from him. She was doing something so wrong, yet she felt so good, he made her feel so good. For Prabu, his friend’s wife had been his dream girl and all his pent up emotions was making him to taste every bit of her body that he could avariciously. “Meera your breasts are so big and so beautiful, I could suck on them the whole day.” “Oh my god, ssss….I shouldn’t be doing this but aaww…slowly….how were you able to sway me…seduce me…oohh baby….I can’t help myself…..forgive me…forgive me…” Prabu knew she was begging for forgiveness from her husband as she fed him her breast.” To drive all her thoughts about her husband, Prabu started sucking again even harder while the tips of his fingers traced the soft flesh of her stomach coming to rest on her belly button. “ooohhhh…,” she moaned as his fingers were taking her to new pleasures. Prabu came kissing down on her stomach making her squirm. Her muscles alternately tightened and relaxed as it was both ticklish and at the same time pleasurable. His probing tongue and his wet kisses was making her swoon in uncontrollable bliss. How does he know where to touch .. how to touch.. to bring a woman to rapture like this, god he is killing me,” she thought as her body pulsated in delight. She held his head which was now tonguing her belly button. She wanted to stop him as it was ticklish but at the same time wanted him to go on as it was so enjoyable. “Prabu sss…it’s ticklish dear…” He looked up at her. Don’t you like it? Doesn’t it feel good?” “Yes…it’s good but so ticklish.” “Is this the first time for you like this?” If she admitted it then Prabu would become aware of intimate details between herself and her husband. He would know that her husband has not done this for her before. They were both quite conservative in sex probably due to their upbringing. It is Prabu who is breaking all the self imposed shackles on her. Prabu purposefully started licking all over her stomach very fast. “Hey…rascal, she crunched her stomach muscles as she pulled his head up to her face and kissed him passionately. King of Worms Offline www.Xforum.com Posts:22 Threads:0 Joinedec 2019 Reputation:1 #23 14-12-2019, 03:26 PM That's it buddy, keep it detailed. I like the game going on inside each of their heads with each move they make. EnzoyLyfe Offline Posting Freak Posts:1,424 Threads:19 Joined:Sep 2019 Reputation:13 #24 17-12-2019, 10:32 PM As Meera lay on the bed thinking about how passionately and arduously she had kissed Prabu on that day. She was getting aroused, recalling the raptures she was immersed in that day. Meera’s hands slowly started teasing her own body. She wet her lips, with her teeth gently scraping on them. “Where did that ardour come from,” Meera wondered. “That was the first time he was kissing me fully. Not like the first brief kiss between us. Yes, our kiss lasted a long time, he had tasted my tender nipples, his lips and the tip of his fingers had explored my navel, the hot soft flesh of my stomach. His every move was slowly stroking my lust but yet I still should have controlled myself. Wasn’t it wrong to lose all sense of modesty and behave in the way I did.” “Truth be told,” she thought,” even though that was the first day we were uniting sexually, I had without me realizing it, had already mentally given myself to him.” “That is why he was able to overcome all my resistance so easily,” Meera concluded. That was why I had cooperated with him in all his foreplay. I had kissed him open mouthed, had allowed his tongue in my mouth as if I had been used to kissing like this all my life and not like the conservative wife that I had been till then Meera thought. Tongues entwining when kissing was a new experience for her. She did not realize till then that even this could be sexually stimulating. Prabu had been kissing and teasing her stomach with his tongue for quite a bit of time. She was surprised that even though he was finally able to fulfil his dreams of enjoying her body, he was still able to exercise this much patience. Probably if it had been some other man, he would have lost control and finished everything quickly. However, Prabu had explored her very patiently, finding every sensitive spot in her body and evoking her lust skilfully. Thinking about all that now, Meera’s pussy was as wet now as it was that day. Meera glanced at her husband lying beside her. On being reassured that he was still in deep sleep she let her thoughts wander again to the events of that day. Her fingers pressed down on her vagina over her clothes. The erotic thoughts filling her mind made even this feel very pleasant even though the clothes she was wearing did not allow any intimate stimulation of her womanhood. Her massaging of her pussy made her eyes swoon once more. The events of that day once more permeated her mind. Prabu’s face was hovering above her warm stomach. She could see him taking a deep breath. She marvelled, what fragrance can he find in this? Maybe a woman’s body in sexual heat emanates a certain aroma that would excite a man? A small rivulet of her sweat ran across her stomach. He expertly lapped it up with the tip of his tongue. The stroking of his wet tongue over her soft flesh made her shiver in delight. “sss…” she groaned. His hand once more grabbed her breast and started kneading it. She placed her hand over his, not to stop him, but to aid him in massaging her breast. “Even your sweat tastes so sweet Meera love,” he cooed to her. He had started calling her his ‘love’ as if she belonged to him. Why not she thought, when he was now taking her body as if he was fully entitled to do so then there was no doubt in his mind that she belonged to him. In trying to control her lust, the sole of Meera’s foot was rubbing against the instep of the other foot. Rather than helping to control herself it aided in the rubbing of her labia thereby further filling her with pleasure. Her body squirmed in joy. Prabu observed this as he was kissing her stomach. This further provoked his enthusiasm. He was very happy that he was victorious in further increasing her lust. Prabu’s intention was that this should not be a one time sexual mating. He wanted to enjoy this delightful body again and again. He fully realised that even though she was in sexual delirium at present and that this would be very enjoyable for her, her guilt would come back in full force when she was alone again after he had left her. She would feel mortified that she had committed a great sin by engaging in this adulterous copulation. The thought would make her cry in agony when she was alone. She would definitely be determined to end this with this first unfortunate (for her) coitus. So, it was important that he drowned her in uncontrollable bliss that she had never experienced before. The feeling, yearning, for this immense pleasure must slowly invade her thoughts once again. There would surely be a battle in her mind between not wanting to commit the sin of adultery again and wanting to enjoy the sexual ecstasy she enjoyed once more. If in that battle if lust is to prevail then the sexual joy she enjoys now must be something unforgettable. Therefore, it is essential that he be very patient in his lovemaking now. Prabu pulled at the folds of the saree shoved in at her hips to loosen the saree. Realising this Meera opened her eyes. He is soon going to see my most intimate secret part soon Meera thought shyly. If she didn’t stop him at this point, then she is surely going to lose her chastity that she had so carefully guarded throughout her life. In her weakened mental state she made a last vain effort. At the very moment she was about to say ,” Prabu, please don’t,” his hand entered under her saree from the top and his finger tips pressed on the wet line in front of her panties and at the same time he a gave hard wet kiss on her navel. “AAhnngg…” her protest died in her throat. She felt like lightening bolts of pleasure invade her body. His fingers started gently rubbing on top of wet line in front of her panties. Her legs spread slightly automatically. Prabu could feel her sticky wetness on his fingertips. Her vagina was getting ready for his penetration. “OOhh…AAhh….,” her whimpering of pleasure was now very clearly audible. She was slowly losing her inhibitions. For Meera it was like hearing her voice coming from somewhere else. She was amazed that she was moaning so loudly. She was not used to openly displaying like this, the pleasure she was feeling. For several minutes, Prabu continued to stroke her pussy with his fingers as he continuously teased her stomach with his tongue. He was hoping that this relentless caressing would render her unable to put up any resistance even if she wanted to. He had to take her to that heightened state of lust. Only then she would be helpless to stop him when he had to stop his caressing for a while to undress her fully. His stimulations should also make her eagerly await his next action. Prabu could not wait to feast his eyes on her naked beauty. Prabu went back from for stomach to her breast. He teased her swollen nipple with his tongue and then took it all into his mouth had started sucking it ardently. He slowly brought up his fingers that were rubbing her pussy over her panties to push up the band of her panties and enter inside. His fingers slowly rubbed over her silky pubic hair to reach the wet opening. His fingers gently parted her pussy lips to enter inside. It reached her erect clit that was slightly poking out from it’s hood. He smiled to himself in realising how sexually excited she was. “Oohh…Prabu….AAhmm…,” Meera’s body was shuddering. She grabbed his hand by tightening her two thighs around it. He could not move his hands but a few seconds later they parted slowly on their own to release his hand. She could not be without the erotic stimulation of his fingers. Those pleasurable past memories flashing in her mind made Meera shove her hand under her clothes now. Her clitoris was as erect. She imagined all that happened that day and tried to recreate the pleasure that Prabu’s fingers had given her then. She gently teased her small bud of pleasure. That day after a while, Prabu stopped sucking on her tit to look at her face. He wanted to see how much she was enjoying the joy his fingers were giving her. Her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth was open, lips quivering as if like a fish out of water she was gasping for breath. Her muscles of her face twitched as if in pain. He knew that this was not agony that she was feeling but intense pleasure. Seeing that erotic sight his penis hardened even further as more blood flowed into it. There cannot be a more erotic sight to a man than seeing the expression of uncontrollable pleasure on a woman’s face. That too seeing Meera’s beautiful face twisted like this made him crave for her even more. When she realised that Prabu was not sucking on her nipple for some time Meera opened her eyes. When she realised that he was enjoying the sight of her suffering in ecstasy her face reddened even further in embarrassment. Seeing that shyness pleased Prabu even more. He started tasting her honeyed lips once more. She too fed her lips to him fervently. After awhile he went back to feeding on her nipple. His fingers did not stop only at her clitoris. It started exploring the walls of her vagina, finding spots there that stimulated her to greater pleasure. On one particular spot his stimulation made her ooze copious amounts of her pleasure juice. She was surprised that there were so many places within her secret place that gave so much of pleasure. How did he know all this she wondered in amazement. “AArrghh…..Prabu….you’re killing me…I can’t stand it…” Her ramblings of joy was like music to his ears. He intensified his caressing even more. The trembling of her body also became heavier. Her groans of pleasure became even louder. He wondered if these walls had heard such loud moans from her before when she had been with his friend, her husband. Prabu concentration and actions were only in bringing her intense rapture. Meera had not done anything for him in return. She had only been enjoying his sexual foreplay till now. Prabu was not at all disappointed with this. His full intention today was only in giving her heavenly bliss. He knew his success today would automatically result in Meera giving him in the future all the pleasures he wanted from her. Prabu knew Meera was racing towards an immense orgasm. His stimulation became faster. He took as much of her breast flesh in his mouth and sucked hard. Meera’s hips now pushed up on their own with her womanhood trying swallow his fingers. “AAhhh…..Prabu….dear….aangg…….” Suddenly her body started shuddering as if she was in an epileptic spasm, he could feel her wetting his fingers. Her hands grabbed his hand that was buried in her pussy, her nails digging into the flesh. A great moan escaped her lips. It took quite a while for the trembling of her body to subside. Prabu now took the opportunity to completely remove her saree from her body. In a few seconds he made her fully naked. In the afterglow of her orgasm she was in no position for resistance even if she wanted to. For the first time other than her husband, a different man’s eyes was gazing at her naked body. She could see the naked hunger in his eyes. He too quickly undressed fully. His clothes strewn on the floor in her bedroom. She too was seeing the naked body of a man other than her husband for the first time. Meera eyes opened wider on seeing his fully erect twitching manhood. She shyly turned her eyes away. Prabu was ready for the next sex action. So was she. EnzoyLyfe Offline Posting Freak Posts:1,424 Threads:19 Joined:Sep 2019 Reputation:13 #25 22-12-2019, 03:26 AM Meera knew that what Prabu had wanted is bound to happen. She was not in any position to stop Prabu. She had only quite recently been introduced to her husband’s friend. At that time, he meant nothing to her. He seemed to have leered at her surreptitiously but hid that from her husband. She was used to that from men. She was aware that she was an attractive woman and so she did not take offence or view it as something serious. Subsequently he started being a frequent visitor to her home on the pretext of wanting to spend time with his old friend. Soon she became used to his presence in her home. In the course of those visits she started having normal conversations with him and soon he turned from an acquaintance into a friend. Soon he had also started visiting her when she was alone and her conversations with him was humorous and interesting. Hence a closeness slowly developed between them. Without realising it they started sharing some personal matters such as their likes, wants, regrets and disappointment. These were just about general friends, relatives and family life but nothing intimate. She never for one moment thought that these harmless (so she believed) interactions would have such an insidious effect that would lead to the situation like now where they are ready to engage in sexual intimacy. Even in her wildest dreams she never thought that she would betray her husband. Those things that Meera never could imagine happening is now becoming a reality. She was completely naked with a man other than her husband and that too on the same conjugal bed that she shares with her husband .. and now that man too, fully naked like her was climbing on to the bed nearing her. Her heartbeat rose, her body shivered in lust. She awaited her soon to be lover’s next move with a mixture of trepidation and ardour. Even though there had been no actual coitus between them yet he had still proved his sexual skill. The play of his lips and fingers on her body ….oh god .. he had made her swoon in delight. He had displayed no hesitancy in laying claim to her body as if it was his right. He showed that he was in no way reticent but rather a man confident in his sexual prowess. With those skills he had brought her to an intense sexual peak which reminded her of her very first sexual experience. She experienced now the same intensity when she had experienced her very first orgasm with a man. At that time, she was newly married. She had no sexual experience whatsoever. Every caress, every touch by her husband was a new delight for her. He had made her swoon in delight. After that as years passed by the delights became familiar, the intensity diminished and a certain level of comfort set in. Gone was the fervent desires …but now …even if his fingers could bring those pleasures back then if we were to fully mate??? Hmm yes, he will surely soon remove that doubt too. Not only that … this virile man’s potent manhood…. she only had a quick glance at it but even that had created a thrill in her heart. Meera had shyly turned her head to one side but Prabu gently turned her head so that she faced him. Meera was careful so that her eyes were only on his face and did not divert to any other part of his body. She looked deeply into his eyes. Can a man have this much of passionate desire for a woman she wondered pleased at what she saw in his eyes. Any woman would be elated to see such yearning for her by a man. Prabu kept looking at her face. See this a small smile appeared on her face. “Why are you seeing like that.” “I can’t help it, seeing this gorgeous angel.” Meera smiled shyly. “Why are you smiling. You have no idea how badly I suffered this past month all because of this lovely face.” “How? Meera wanted to ask him but her modesty prevented her from doing so, after all this was their first intimate liaison. In time to come when Prabu was having sex with Meera, this display from Meera of bashfulness coupled with lust would take him to immense heights of sexual satisfaction. Before this Prabu had been intimate with a woman who not only showed fervent desire for sex but was very open about it. He had believed that would be the ultimate in sexual enjoyment. Now he knew that there was greater rapture in the pleasures given by a coy woman in sexual heat. As Meera remained silent Prabu continued to talk. He wanted her to realise how much he desired her. She too must get to care for him. This should not be something like he thought .. yes I have enjoyed her .. yes, I have achieved my goal .. let me forget about this henceforth. How can one get sated in enjoying the voluptuous body of this elegant beauty. Prabu was determined to find out how many times he must enjoy her before his desire is fully quenched. His feeling was never. She too should overcome all the hesitancy of her moral upbringing and indulge in all the sexual exploration till she too is fully sated. “When I close my eyes I see the image of your face, when I open my eyes still only your image is in my mind. The thoughts about you makes me unable to sleep but even when I do fall asleep you come in my dreams and disturb me. Oh how I suffered, but that was pleasurable suffering.” Meera could not discern any insincerity in Prabu’s voice. She thought, he really is crazy about me .. but should he have this much of lust for a married woman, that too the wife of a friend? Put aside his lust for me, how is it right that I can be so thrilled by that? The state she was in made her fearful. She was afraid where all this would lead to. The fear of the consequences was hidden somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind. “Prabu I am so afraid. We are doing something terribly wrong. You friend is a very good man. What horrifies me more is that I am unable to shake off my feelings for you.” The remorse she was feeling could be seen clearly on Meera’s face. He must not let her dwell on her remorse. More than the remorse, the heavenly bliss that they are about to enjoy must be what that fills her mind and heart. “Do you think that I don’t feel any agony when I think of Saravana? You don’t know how much I regret what I am doing. I tried so hard, but I just could not … Oh why must you be born so beautiful.”

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

There were a storm of emotions brewing in Meera's mind. The turmoil in her mind before this was nothing compared to tumultuous emotions that were affecting her now. Fear and excitement affected her in equal measure. The man who seduced her, the man who created a storm in her life, is going to come here again? She was longing for him for so long when he wasn't here but why is there fear along with the excitement now when he is going to come back.


Maybe, the first time they escaped from their illicit relationship from being exposed but now when they see each other and their emotions get the better of them with they, ending up having adulterous sex again, there is a chance of getting caught this time around. The first time only she betrayed her life partner, but this time around Prabu would also be betraying the person who is sharing her life with him.

Why am I thinking to this extent, for all I know Prabu would not want to renew the adulterous relationship because he may love his wife more. Does that mean I don’t care for my husband, and more importantly do I want the illicit relationship to continue? Just now, when my husband was a little late coming home how worried I became that something bad had happened to him. At that time Prabu became totally unimportant to me. There wasn’t even a little bit of any thought about him. Only my husband, and his wellbeing was important to me.

Meera could not understand this paradox within her. A sort of enlightenment came to her. Her husband was of paramount importance to her but as long as he was fine and as long as it did not affect him, she in her weakness was seeking her own pleasures, even if that thing could hurt the person she cared for very badly. This can only be if her husband never came to know about it but isn’t there that risk always as long as the affair, or if the affair, continued. Why is she so selfish, she cursed her weakness. These thoughts plagued her mind as she served her husband who was having his late dinner.

When they went to bed, Saravanan looked at his wife. She was still looking disturbed. Was it because she heard the news of Prabu coming back here, or because he was late coming back home. He should have informed her earlier and not have let her get unnecessarily worried, but he left in such a hurry it slipped his mind. He wanted to call her once he reached the hospital but seeing the distressed situation there, he was completely absorbed in the situation prevailing there and completely forgot about calling back home. Meera was very distressed when he got back home, even before he told her that Prabu’s mother was trying to get in touch with Prabu and his wife. So, her worry was genuinely for him.

“Sorry Meera, I made you worry unnecessarily.”

Meera’s eyes teared as she looked at her husband. Even now he is caring for me but part of the reason for my uneasiness is that my old lover is likely to be back here soon. Her heart went out to her husband. She buried her face on his shoulders and hugged him tightly.

“I became so worried, I feared something bad had happened. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

Meera’s emotions were genuine. She knew she could never manage without him. He was the strong pillar on whom her life was hitched. He always had the strong will to battle against immense odds. Prabu maybe physically stronger than her husband but he was no match to her husband’s fortitude.

When Saravanan raised her head to kiss gently on her lips she kissed back with passion. He too started kissing her with fervour. Their sexual desires slowly awakened. His hands went from her shoulders to her breasts. She thrust her breast out for him to grab. He kneaded her breasts as he continued to kiss her passionately. Meera wondered if she should thrust her tongue into his mouth but hesitated as she had not done this with her husband before. He may wonder where I learnt this she thought. Little did she realise that if she had actually done it Saravanan would have known that this is the way she and Prabu kissed.

Saravanan sucked on her lips as his hands tried to undo the hooks on her blouse. Meera helped him by unhooking it herself. They stopped kissing for a moment so that she could remove her blouse from her body. Saravanan was already lying down in bed bare chested. Meera turned her back to Saravanan. He realised she wanted him to unhook her bra. He happily complied and threw the bra on the bed. She turned around to display her magnificent breasts. He was still amazed how good they looked. She would be 33 in a few months but they still jutted out proudly from her body. They was only a very slight sag from three years ago, a hardly noticeable sag. This thought had an inadvertent effect of reminding him of what happened at that time.

Her breasts were just as firmly hanging proudly from her body but the person admiring it then was not him but his childhood friend Prabu. He had kneaded and sucked on his wife’s breast so hungrily that late evening in the abandoned temple hall. That day he had watched that with agony piercing his heart now there was another emotion, a tinge of jealousy along with a feeling of anger. No matter how good a person he was, he too was a man. He too was subject to a normal person’s emotions. He grabbed her breast, a little too hard.

“Aww,” Meera cried in pain.

Hearing his wife’s cry of pain, he regained control of himself. How can he let his base instinct get the better of him. Did he not want to win back his wife fully. Did he not feel that he was partly to blame for why she had strayed. No Saravana, she is the woman you loved .. still love .. who stood by you in all your troubles. Control yourself Saravana he scolded himself. His grip on her breast immediately softened. He started kneading her breasts more gently. He took her nipple in his mouth and started sucking. There must have been still a degree of anger within him as he sucked very hard on her nipple.

ssss…..,” yes dear aah…yes..”

Saravanan was surprised she was vocal in her display of passion. She really liked him doing it like this. Saravanan pulled at her saree, she helped him to remove it. He untied her petticoat and soon she was fully naked as she wore no panties. He pulled his lungi off and he too became naked. He took her hand and placed it on his penis. He was pleased to see that she eagerly grabbed it. His hand came sliding down her stomach to reach her vagina. She opened her legs for him. His two fingers started rubbing the inner top of her pussy in a circular motion.

“AAng….aaahhh….” her soft moans were heard.

Saravanan took turns sucking on her two breasts alternatively till both her nipples were bloated fully with his saliva covering her brown areola. Saravanan felt the grip of her hand on his penis tightening as his fingers continued to rub her clitoris. She was getting quite wet. Her moans of pleasure were soft unlike when he had heard her when she was with Prabu. He cursed himself, why did he think of Prabu at this time. Even when he was not here he not only seemed to be dominating his wife’s thoughts but also his. Nevertheless the groans from her when Prabu was caressing her was much louder. Did she enjoy that more or is she controlling herself with me he wondered. He really did not know. Again in a fit of anger he shoved his fingers in her vagina.

“aahhaaa…,” she gasped, her body shuddered.

Hmm she like this he thought as his fingers began sliding in and out her vagina. That day she had voluntarily taken Prabu’s penis in her mouth. He had tried to make her do that one time with him but she had shown resistance. He did not try it again and was too proud to ask her anymore.

“Put it in,” she whispered in his ear.

She was ready and she was asking him directly to do that for the first time. How many times she would have said the same thing to Prabu.

It would probably have been like, “shove your cock inside my pussy and fuck me.”

He knew this because those were the kind of words he heard from her on that day in that old temple hall. He was shocked to hear those words from his prim and proper wife. In fact he did not even think she knew words like that. That was all because of Prabu. He had changed his wife into a lascivious woman, ready to appease his lust and hers. Saravanan shook his head as if wanting to wipe out those memories from his mind now.

Saravanan got between her legs opened them wide as he placed his penis at her entrance. He looked at her face, her eyes were closed but he could see she was aroused. This was the same look of arousal when Prabu entered his manhood into her that day. Saravanan pushed his entire penis in in one hard shove.

“AAhh…, slowly…please…”

He started moving his hips very fast. He had all this time been controlling all his emotions, never showing her any type of animosity. Today for whatever reasons all his pent-up emotions were released. He started pumping furiously. His body thudded into her as he moved faster and faster. Meera who at first seemed to be bearing some pain was soon moving with him. Her hands started wandering all over his body. Her moans though soft were continuous. She was kissing his neck, his chest. He pumped hard wanting to drive the thought of Prabu completely from her mind and his mind. With the furious pace he set he could not last long.

After about 6 minutes or so, his grunts became louder as he neared his orgasm. His penis swelled to it’s maximum. “Hhumpp….Hhump….” he shot bolts after bolts of his hot semen inside his wife’s pussy. He felt her nails did into his back, Nnggg…..,” she moaned as her body too shuddered. She was coming along with him.

Ten minutes later, she was sleeping peacefully beside him. He had not seen this peaceful look on her face for a long time. She definitely had satisfactory sex with him. At first he was happy till another thought interjected into his mind. Was all her sudden passion a result of the excitement created in her because her lover would soon be here. In fact did she think of Prabu just now and so enjoyed our lovemaking more. Prabu has made me suspicious of everything he thought morosely.

The next day Meera went to temple in the morning after her husband and her children had left home. She saw the priest outside. She stopped to talk to him.

“Can you do a pooja for Shri Govindan (Prabu’s father’s name), he is very ill,” she asked him.

“Yes, I heard that too. His son is not here now I understand, what was his name, Prabu wasn’t it. He used to come here often. Sure, I will do a prayer in his name. I know he and his son were close to your husband”

A flower seller who heard this said,” Yes I also heard our old science teacher is very ill. His son Prabu saar used to buy pink jasmine from me often.”

“Yes, ma he used to offer the flowers to our deity and also took some home for his sister or mother, I’m not sure said the priest.
Meera thought he bought it on the pretext of offering to god so that no one gets suspicious why he is buying the flowers. Hopefully nobody suspected that the balance was for me and not his sister or mother she thought.

As she walked back home, she wondered if she was praying for Prabu’s father’s health or to wish that Prabu came back soon. As she took the short cut home, she came upon the mango grove behind her house. This was where Prabu waited for her often. When they had become close, he would hug and kiss her here safe in the knowledge no one passes by this place, but they were almost caught one day by her husband. If only her husband had come five minutes earlier, he would have caught them kissing and embracing. Her thoughts again went back to those days.

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

The first time she saw him was on one evening when she was coming back from the temple with her children. He had parked his motorbike under a tree. As he saw her approaching, he quickly threw the cigarette he was smoking and snuffed it out with his foot. She was surprised to see him there as he had visited her at home that morning. They had some general conversation at that time especially about some movie gossip as he knew she was interested in movies. Her husband had no such interest as his concern was news and business-related matters. So, she had no one to share her interests as she was mostly a homebody.


“Hey what are you doing here,” she asked thinking that he must have come to see her and seeing she was not home, had waited for her here.

She also knew he was attracted to her by the way he looked at her sometimes when he thought she did not notice. This was not new to her as she had seen a number of men who had admired her beauty. As it did not affect her directly in anyway, she saw no harm in it. In-fact it pleased her as she felt a little proud about her good looks.

Her children ran to him pleased to see him there. After all he was the uncle who bought sweets and chocolates for them whenever he visited them. Even then she knew his real reason was to sweet talk to her and she was amused that someone younger than her was so enamoured by her. She had wrongly presumed that all his efforts would not have any effect as after all she loved her husband very much.

“Hi, uncle how are you.” They said in chorus, “are you coming to our house.” They were eagerly looking to see if he had brought the usual stuff for them.

“Hi kids, no, I just came here to spend sometime alone. This was my usual spot since my school days. Your father to used to come here sometimes with me during our school days.”

They were disappointed he did not have the usual sweets or chocolates for them. “Okay uncle, we are going to Sister Pramila’s house to play.” Looking at their mother they asked pleadingly,” Ma, can we?”

“Okay but come back soon, you two have homework to complete.”

“Okay, ma, sure,” they shouted in unison as the gaily ran away.

Prabu and Meera looked at them with a smile on their faces as they disappeared from their eyesight. Meera could not understand why she had a feeling of disappointment that Prabu’s purpose for being here was not actually to see her. She didn’t understand that the feeling of being wanted and admired gives a feel-good factor. She didn’t have the educational level to understand that the admiration and flirting releases the chemical dopamine in the brain causing someone to yearn for that feeling again.

She looked at a couple of crushed cigarette buds on the floor. “So, this is your place to smoke in peace. I don’t know what you men find in cigarettes. I keep telling my husband to stop but he doesn’t listen,” she said a little sadly.
“We started this habit during our school days and now it is difficult to give up. I am trying to quit but failing so far.”

“You men are weak, you cannot even give this up,” she said with disdain.

“Why are you so against it?” he asked. She noticed that he had stopped addressing her as Bhabhi whenever her husband was not around.

“I don’t like the smell, I’ll make my husband brush his teeth before he comes near me,” she laughed.

“In that case I will quit it from today.”

She was little taken aback. Did he mean he was quitting it so that he could get close to her or quitting because she didn’t like people smoking. No, no, It has to be because I don’t like people smoking, she tried to tell herself without much conviction.

Trying to make light banter of what he said Meera laughingly said,” I don’t believe these types of promises by men. The moment you go, turn around the corner you will start smoking again.”

“I really mean it, see,” Prabu took a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and crushed it before throwing it away.

It really pleased Meera that he would do that just because she didn’t like it but again trying to make light of it she said,” that was probably an empty packet, it got crushed so easily.”

He looked sheepishly at her. She liked that look, not his usual over-confident look. “Actually, there was still two cigarettes inside it.”

“Ha hah, only two, no wonder you could afford to throw it away,” she said in a gentle mocking manner.

“Really promise, I mean it.”

He pulled her hand and placed his palm on hers in a classic way of a person making a promise and then as if suddenly realising that he had taken hold of her hand quickly released it.

Meera was shocked he had boldly grabbed her hand. Seeing the shocked expression on her face he quickly apologised.

“I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I did that unthinkingly, sorry.” It was considered very bad behaviour in that small-town setting and at that period of time when this happened, to grab a woman’s hand especially one who was married.

As Meera slowly came out of her shock she was confused as to what to do. Should she get angry or not make a big issue out of it and accept his apology. He seemed contrite about his action. Wasn’t it she who provoked him, by dismissing his resolution to stop smoking as something not genuine. What really disturbed her was that there had been a jolt to her heart when his hand grabbed hers. Was that a jolt of consternation or a jolt of thrill. She didn’t have the anger she should have and that disturbed her.

“Prabu, what is this, why did you do that,” she at least had to show him that she was upset.

“I’m really sorry, I should have been more in control. I usually don’t say things I don’t mean, and when you were disbelieving my only thought was to show I was sincere in what I said.”

This was where he was lying. He did that on purpose. He wanted to see her reaction. Would she really get very angry and upset or she would accept his apology. If she got very angry then she still saw him as a stranger and was just tolerating him because he was her husband’s friend but if she accepted his apology and was mollified by it then she too had started liking him internally even if she didn’t realise it yet.

If she had really got angry then there was still a way out for him. He could apologise even more profusely vowing that there was no dishonourable intention on his part and that it was just a spur of the moment thing. There would have been no way of disproving his intention. Only thing it would have a great, maybe even calamitous, effect on his efforts to seduce this gorgeous wife of his friend but he had to take that risk. A calculated risk as during the many days he spent in their home he could see she was getting to be fond of him. She could talk to him on unimportant matters, entertaining matters that was pleasing and interesting. With her husband, the little time they were together after he came back home, it was usually the serious matters of children’s education, household matters etc. From a young age her husband had great responsibilities thrust on his shoulders and hence he had not been inclined to involve or give notice to unimportant things

Prabu was pleased that she did not truly get upset. It was likely that she would not mention this incident to her husband. He was getting there in his goal to enjoy this most sensuous housewife. Now he had to change the fondness she has for him to desire for him.

“Okay, Prabu it’s getting late, I’ve got to go home, bye.”

“Bye Meera, I’ll come later in the evening when Saravana is at home.”

She walked back home with the words ‘Meera’ ringing in her ears. He had called her Meera .. called her by name and not Bhabhi for the first time. The worse part is she liked it, it did not make her feel old.

That evening even after her husband had come home there was no sign of Prabu. It was now almost 8.30pm. Meera’s eyes would inadvertently go to the front door whenever the sound of a motorbike passed by.

“He said he would come but what happened to him. Why is he late?” she thought to herself and then scolded herself for anxiously waiting for him to turn up.

Idiot, idiot, why are you looking forward to him coming here. He is just a friend, forget it you stupid she rebuked herself. Finally, there was a sound of a motorbike stopping in front of the house. Without realising she was revealing her eagerness she quickly walked to the front door. Luckily her husband was in the bathroom at that time and did not notice this odd behaviour of his wife. As she opened the front door Saravanan too entered the hall. As Prabu walked in both Meera and Saravanan were shocked to see his condition. A bit of his shirt and trousers were torn. His clothes were covered with mud and dirt.

“Good god, look at you. What happened, did you have an accident? asked Saravanan.
There was concern written all over Meera’s face that Prabu did not fail to notice. He was right, she was getting to like him a lot. He had purposely come late today. He had not had any accident. He himself tore a bit of his trousers and shirt and rubbed dirt and mud over it. He needed to create sympathy for him. This would drive all thoughts of what he did this evening from Meera’s mind. Women always have feelings of sympathy easily. It is easier to change sympathy to something else.

“My bike slipped on the mud and I fell down. You know it had rained last night and there was mud on some of the dirt roads. “

“Are you okay, did you get hurt,” Meera asked worriedly.

“No, just a little ache here and there but no serious damage. My pride was hurt more than my body,” Prabu smiled pleased by her concern.

Saravanan typical of a man asked,” was there any damage to your bike.”

Meera stared at her husband, thinking how callous he was but Saravanan’s attention was on Prabu and did not notice his wife giving him a dismayed look.

“Luckily, nothing happened to it just a little scratches here and there.”

Now Meera stared at Prabu,” you men are terrible, you are more concerned about the motorbike than the person.”

Saravanan and Prabu smiled at each other as if to say ‘women, they don’t understand things’.

That look between the men infuriated her even more. “Don’t just stand there go clean yourself at least,” Meera told Prabu. “See if you can get him any clean clothes dear,” she told her husband.

Prabu walked towards the bathroom that was just beyond the kitchen as Meera accompanied him. He purposefully walked with a little limp though he had no pain at all. Saravanan went to his room to see if he could find any clean clothes for Prabu.

“Does it hurt a lot?” Meera asked Prabu.

“No, it’s okay, just a little,” Prabu pretended that he was trying to conceal a greater pain that he was actually feeling.

“You should be careful, why ride your bike fast.”

“It was late and I wanted to see you …all.” There was a very slight gap between you and all. Prabu hoped Meera would have noticed it and realised who he really missed seeing.

She stopped in the kitchen while Prabu walked behind to the bathroom. There was splashing sound as he cleaned himself. Saravanan walked into the kitchen with a T-shirt, a pair of trousers and a towel.

“He’s in the bathroom,” she told her husband.

Saravanan walked towards the bathroom and after a while the splashing sound stopped. After a while Saravanan came out with Prabu’s trousers in his hands.

“He cannot get into my trousers, he is too big, I’ll get him a lungi. He has to wear his own trousers so can you iron this, so that it’s at least a little dry.”

What too big!! Oh, he meant his body size was too big. Why did something else enter my mind she thought embarrassed by her thought process.

Prabu’s trousers were wet in patches where he had washed it. “I’ll go get him a lungi,” Saravanan said as he walked out.

Prabu walked out from the bathroom to the kitchen. He had the towel around his waist but Meera could see the wet cloth sticking to his strong thighs.

“Can you iron this shirt too, see his T-shirt is too tight, it looks like a blouse.”

Meera looked at him. Indeed, her husband’s t shirt was like a blouse as it clung tightly to his sturdy body. She smiled at the sight of him. The tight t-shirt looked absurd on his body but at the same time revealed his attractive build.

“Give it to me, I’ll iron them both,” Meera said as she took the shirt from him.

Her eyes lingered longer than she liked on his body. You silly girl, stop admiring his body, you are a married woman, she censured herself.

“Thank you,” Prabu said as she took his somewhat dry clothes from his hand. There was a slight friction between their hands as he took the clothes.

Was the touch intentional by him she pondered. Is he taking too much liberty and am I allowing that??

That night as Meera attempted to sleep there was confusion and a bit of trepidation in her mind about her own feelings