03-12-2019, 01:06 PM
"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.
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.
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