07-12-2019, 01:28 PM
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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.
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.
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