12-01-2020, 05:49 PM
Prabu was supposed to keep his things in his house and then go to the hospital in the neighbouring town to see his father. The journey would not have taken more than 40 minutes but now everything has changed. He was told to stay at home as the body would was expected to reach his home around 10am. Yes, his father was now just the ‘body’. No more living, laughing highly respected person. Prabu was devastated that he was the cause for his father’s untimely demise. How it must have hurt the old man to see his only son engaged in such a disgusting behaviour.
He was much respected in the town not only because of his education and position as a teacher but also because of his impeccable public and private behaviour. It must have been particularly disturbing for him, to have actually witnessed his son, engaging in sex with another man’s wife, that too the wife of a man who he respected very much. Prabu thought that just banning him did not ease the anguish in the mind of his father. He just could not accept that his flesh and blood had such a depraved character and could engage in such a nefarious act. This had slowly gnawed at the conscience of his father and had let to this rapid decline in his health.
I have taken away at least ten years of my father’s life and yet all the way here to see him I was thinking again of the very same acts that I had done to cause this to happen to my father Prabu thought in anguish. Why am I so weak as far as this sin of the flesh is concerned. The house was busy with friends and relatives helping to make preparations for the funeral. Apart from them talking to him to convey their condolences they did not otherwise be of any disturbance. They wanted to give him the space to grief in private. His mother was the first one to arrive back home along with his sister and his brother in law. His mother was distraught by the death of her beloved husband of 32 years. She and his sister ran to Prabu and hugged him as tears fell down their cheeks.
“You have come at last to see your father’s dead body….oohhh….Prabu mother cried, how much he missed you yo would never know.”
“Anna (elder brother) why didn’t you come earlier, did you just come to see his dead body,” his sister wailed in agony.
Prabu could not say anything as tears fell down his cheeks. How could he tell her that he was the cause for their beloved father’s early death.
There was another great commotion of uncontrollable tears as his father’s body arrived back home. The last time so many people had gathered in this house was for the joyous occasion of his sister’s wedding. Well that day probably had a direct link to why this house is immersed in this sorrow now. It was soon after this that Saravanan had brought that old woman home to be with Meera and he was forced to lure her outside to quench his lust for her. If he had not done that his father would have never seen him and Meera together. So Saravanan must have seen something just before he brought that old woman home Prabu guessed. Only two things happened at that time. One was he and Meera had kissed and fondled each other in the old house behind this house and the second one was on the third day after the marriage of his sister he had gone to Saravanan’s house full of ardour to mate with his adulterous lover.
They had not had sex together for a while at that time mainly because of Saravanan’s suspicions. The little fondling that they engaged in at the back of the house only served to whet their sexual appetite. They had fucked very ardently two times that morning. Their pent-up desires made that sexual coupling very passionate and satisfying. Saravanan must have seen one of the two incidents Prabu surmised. Meera had told him that Saravanan had not come home for lunch that day. She had told him that she had spent more than half an hour cleaning their bedroom and changing the bedsheets where they had made love. At that time, she told him that seeing those crushed and scattered pink jasmine flowers on the crumpled bedsheet had made her smile thinking how vigorously their bodies had writhed on the bed. Then that same night Saravanan had brought that old woman home.
At that time only his lust mattered for Prabu and he had foolishly dismissed all this as coincidence. He had even reassured Meera that this was the case, a coincidence and nothing more. Now he realised that he had been thinking with his erect cock and not with his brains. He should have realised that something was wrong. Then again part of the reason he was lulled into a false sense that everything was okay was by the behaviour of Saravanan. He never expected any man would behave in such a dignified and restrained manner. As far as Prabu was concerned if any man had seen his wife in the sexual act with another man then there would have been a great upheaval and probably violence. That nothing of this sort happened made him falsely think that their affair was still a secret.
Now all has past. The one good thing was Meera did not know till the end that Saravanan was aware of her unfaithfulness. Her reaction if that had been known to her is what was unpredictable. Anyway he needed to be very careful in his behaviour now when Saravanan and Meera come to pay their respects as surely they would. He did not know how he would react. He did not have very long to find out.
His mother and his sister along with Prabu’s wife were sitting beside the coffin. They still could not control their tears though Prabu’s tears had somewhat dried up now. Added to this was the small group of old women sitting in a circle wailing as was the tradition in small towns and villages. Prabu was seated in a chair near the entrance of the house. His brother in law was seated beside him. When a car came had stopped just outside his compound Prabu’s heart gave a lurch. It was Saravanan’s car. The door at the driver’s side opened first and Saravanan emerged from it. He looked more or less the same from afar. Then his heart stopped for a second as the other door opened. When he saw Meera getting out there was a small stirring of emotions. She looked as beautiful as ever. Three years had not changed her much. Maybe she would have gained a kilo or two in weight but that sat well with her. He watched them walk towards the house. He unconsciously moved his chair back a feet or so as if he wanted to move into the shadows.
As they walked in they did not notice him. The walked straight to the coffin. Saravanan placed a garland around Prabu’s father.
“Look at ‘appa’ I am not going to see him again,” sobbed Prabu’s mother hugging Saravan.
Meera hugged Prabu’s sister as she cried.
“Where is Prabu?” Saravanan asked.
Prabu’s mother pointed him out to Saravanan. Hearing this Meera too looked in the direction where she was pointing. Meera’s heart started racing as her eyes sought out her old secret lover. Saravanan walked up to Prabu and pulled up a chair to sit beside him.
“I’m very sorry Prabu for your loss, he died too young, I expected he would live for a few more years at least.”
“Thank you, Saravana. Thank you for coming.”
“You don’t have to say that, how would I not come to see ‘appa’.”
“Saravana, this is my brother in law, you met him during the marriage.”
“Yes, I remember him. Unfortunate that we meet again in this sad occasion.”
The men were talking generally for a while. Prabu wanted to Saravanan so many things, especially to apologise and give the reason for breaking his promise of not ever coming back but with his brother in law also being present there he was unable to do so. There would be a better time after all the funeral is over for me to explain everything to him Prabu thought. He was very careful not to look in the direction of Meera even for a second. Would she be doing the same that is avoid seeing him or would she covertly steal glances at me Prabu wondered.
This was a very different situation to the last time they made furtive eye contact in this very same hall. As like today there were many people in this room but Meera and Prabu only had eyes for each other. The difference being this was in the morning and that was in the evening. Yes, evening, the time suited for romance even clandestine illicit romance. When their eyes met for a few seconds there would be a secret smile exchanged. Hers shy, amorous, his bold lustful.
His eyes would roam over her body, boldly admire the bare curve of her hips and the exposed fair stomach. She would pull her saree as if to hide it from him but then again let it slide away for him to look at it with wonton desire. When she moves so that he had a side view of her, his eyes would look at her large breast straining within the confines of her bra and tight blouse. He would lick his lips making her blush but at the same time a shiver of excitement would pass through her body. He had already aroused her in this manner so much so that when they secretly met behind the house her pussy was already moist even before they started kissing.
Now today it was a somber occasion. There was no place for sexual desire now at this place. That desire was the reason that this had happened in the first place. However, humans are inherently weak. They say nature made the instinct for sex, the need to procreate, the second strongest instinct after the instinct for survival. There was a latent desire within the both of them. Their affair had not run it’s full course when excitement dies down, the newness is lost and even the sex does not seem as wonderful as it was in the beginning. Because it stopped so suddenly only the memory of how pleasureful and delicious their time together remained in their mind. If an opportunity arose then it would require a strong will to resist the fire of lust once again.
Prabu was called to because he had to perform certain rituals. For that he needed to go near his father’s body. Meera was still sitting there with Prabu’s sister. She had looked at Prabu’s wife sitting beside them with a touch of envy and jealousy. She was dismayed to note that she was quite pretty too. Prabu was aware that Saravanan was probably looking at him … and also his wife. She, being so close how am I going to resist looking at her he thought but resist I must, Prabu was determined. Meera felt a certain emotion of excitement as she glanced at him with only her eyes raised without raising her head. He only had a dhoti around his waist and was bare bodied. A body that was very familiar to her. Her fingers had caressed and run over that body. She had kissed that body making him shiver in pleasure. Her body had been crushed under the weight of that body with her breast mashed against his chest many times. A body that had been marked by her teeth and her nails as if it say it belongs to me but now it actually belongs to someone else.
He had to actually stand quite close to her. Ah that familiar masculine smell of his body that she knew only too well. There were so many people around them but at the same time it was as if there was only the two of them here. Why does he not to want to even glance at me for a few seconds she thought in sadness. Is that why he left without saying anything to me. Had he got everything he wanted from me and he was fed up of my body. No that was not possible. Even on that last day what did he say to me??? Ah yes ‘tell me if your hunger is appeased then I will let you go’. This was in response to her asking him that he had enjoyed her so many times isn’t your hunger for me appeased yet, Meera recalled. Yet even now he is ignoring me. I need to meet him and find out why. But how?
Prabu was doing as the elders told him to do so. For that those sitting around the coffin had to move slightly back. That’s when Prabu had to look up and around. For a second or two Prabu’s and Meera’s eyes met. It was as if an electric current passed between them. Prabu quickly moved away and Meera’s eyes dropped. It was so brief that no one should have noticed that, but one pair of eyes did. Saravanan’s eyes did because it was watching for that unlike the others who did not note anything out of the ordinary.
He was much respected in the town not only because of his education and position as a teacher but also because of his impeccable public and private behaviour. It must have been particularly disturbing for him, to have actually witnessed his son, engaging in sex with another man’s wife, that too the wife of a man who he respected very much. Prabu thought that just banning him did not ease the anguish in the mind of his father. He just could not accept that his flesh and blood had such a depraved character and could engage in such a nefarious act. This had slowly gnawed at the conscience of his father and had let to this rapid decline in his health.
I have taken away at least ten years of my father’s life and yet all the way here to see him I was thinking again of the very same acts that I had done to cause this to happen to my father Prabu thought in anguish. Why am I so weak as far as this sin of the flesh is concerned. The house was busy with friends and relatives helping to make preparations for the funeral. Apart from them talking to him to convey their condolences they did not otherwise be of any disturbance. They wanted to give him the space to grief in private. His mother was the first one to arrive back home along with his sister and his brother in law. His mother was distraught by the death of her beloved husband of 32 years. She and his sister ran to Prabu and hugged him as tears fell down their cheeks.
“You have come at last to see your father’s dead body….oohhh….Prabu mother cried, how much he missed you yo would never know.”
“Anna (elder brother) why didn’t you come earlier, did you just come to see his dead body,” his sister wailed in agony.
Prabu could not say anything as tears fell down his cheeks. How could he tell her that he was the cause for their beloved father’s early death.
There was another great commotion of uncontrollable tears as his father’s body arrived back home. The last time so many people had gathered in this house was for the joyous occasion of his sister’s wedding. Well that day probably had a direct link to why this house is immersed in this sorrow now. It was soon after this that Saravanan had brought that old woman home to be with Meera and he was forced to lure her outside to quench his lust for her. If he had not done that his father would have never seen him and Meera together. So Saravanan must have seen something just before he brought that old woman home Prabu guessed. Only two things happened at that time. One was he and Meera had kissed and fondled each other in the old house behind this house and the second one was on the third day after the marriage of his sister he had gone to Saravanan’s house full of ardour to mate with his adulterous lover.
They had not had sex together for a while at that time mainly because of Saravanan’s suspicions. The little fondling that they engaged in at the back of the house only served to whet their sexual appetite. They had fucked very ardently two times that morning. Their pent-up desires made that sexual coupling very passionate and satisfying. Saravanan must have seen one of the two incidents Prabu surmised. Meera had told him that Saravanan had not come home for lunch that day. She had told him that she had spent more than half an hour cleaning their bedroom and changing the bedsheets where they had made love. At that time, she told him that seeing those crushed and scattered pink jasmine flowers on the crumpled bedsheet had made her smile thinking how vigorously their bodies had writhed on the bed. Then that same night Saravanan had brought that old woman home.
At that time only his lust mattered for Prabu and he had foolishly dismissed all this as coincidence. He had even reassured Meera that this was the case, a coincidence and nothing more. Now he realised that he had been thinking with his erect cock and not with his brains. He should have realised that something was wrong. Then again part of the reason he was lulled into a false sense that everything was okay was by the behaviour of Saravanan. He never expected any man would behave in such a dignified and restrained manner. As far as Prabu was concerned if any man had seen his wife in the sexual act with another man then there would have been a great upheaval and probably violence. That nothing of this sort happened made him falsely think that their affair was still a secret.
Now all has past. The one good thing was Meera did not know till the end that Saravanan was aware of her unfaithfulness. Her reaction if that had been known to her is what was unpredictable. Anyway he needed to be very careful in his behaviour now when Saravanan and Meera come to pay their respects as surely they would. He did not know how he would react. He did not have very long to find out.
His mother and his sister along with Prabu’s wife were sitting beside the coffin. They still could not control their tears though Prabu’s tears had somewhat dried up now. Added to this was the small group of old women sitting in a circle wailing as was the tradition in small towns and villages. Prabu was seated in a chair near the entrance of the house. His brother in law was seated beside him. When a car came had stopped just outside his compound Prabu’s heart gave a lurch. It was Saravanan’s car. The door at the driver’s side opened first and Saravanan emerged from it. He looked more or less the same from afar. Then his heart stopped for a second as the other door opened. When he saw Meera getting out there was a small stirring of emotions. She looked as beautiful as ever. Three years had not changed her much. Maybe she would have gained a kilo or two in weight but that sat well with her. He watched them walk towards the house. He unconsciously moved his chair back a feet or so as if he wanted to move into the shadows.
As they walked in they did not notice him. The walked straight to the coffin. Saravanan placed a garland around Prabu’s father.
“Look at ‘appa’ I am not going to see him again,” sobbed Prabu’s mother hugging Saravan.
Meera hugged Prabu’s sister as she cried.
“Where is Prabu?” Saravanan asked.
Prabu’s mother pointed him out to Saravanan. Hearing this Meera too looked in the direction where she was pointing. Meera’s heart started racing as her eyes sought out her old secret lover. Saravanan walked up to Prabu and pulled up a chair to sit beside him.
“I’m very sorry Prabu for your loss, he died too young, I expected he would live for a few more years at least.”
“Thank you, Saravana. Thank you for coming.”
“You don’t have to say that, how would I not come to see ‘appa’.”
“Saravana, this is my brother in law, you met him during the marriage.”
“Yes, I remember him. Unfortunate that we meet again in this sad occasion.”
The men were talking generally for a while. Prabu wanted to Saravanan so many things, especially to apologise and give the reason for breaking his promise of not ever coming back but with his brother in law also being present there he was unable to do so. There would be a better time after all the funeral is over for me to explain everything to him Prabu thought. He was very careful not to look in the direction of Meera even for a second. Would she be doing the same that is avoid seeing him or would she covertly steal glances at me Prabu wondered.
This was a very different situation to the last time they made furtive eye contact in this very same hall. As like today there were many people in this room but Meera and Prabu only had eyes for each other. The difference being this was in the morning and that was in the evening. Yes, evening, the time suited for romance even clandestine illicit romance. When their eyes met for a few seconds there would be a secret smile exchanged. Hers shy, amorous, his bold lustful.
His eyes would roam over her body, boldly admire the bare curve of her hips and the exposed fair stomach. She would pull her saree as if to hide it from him but then again let it slide away for him to look at it with wonton desire. When she moves so that he had a side view of her, his eyes would look at her large breast straining within the confines of her bra and tight blouse. He would lick his lips making her blush but at the same time a shiver of excitement would pass through her body. He had already aroused her in this manner so much so that when they secretly met behind the house her pussy was already moist even before they started kissing.
Now today it was a somber occasion. There was no place for sexual desire now at this place. That desire was the reason that this had happened in the first place. However, humans are inherently weak. They say nature made the instinct for sex, the need to procreate, the second strongest instinct after the instinct for survival. There was a latent desire within the both of them. Their affair had not run it’s full course when excitement dies down, the newness is lost and even the sex does not seem as wonderful as it was in the beginning. Because it stopped so suddenly only the memory of how pleasureful and delicious their time together remained in their mind. If an opportunity arose then it would require a strong will to resist the fire of lust once again.
Prabu was called to because he had to perform certain rituals. For that he needed to go near his father’s body. Meera was still sitting there with Prabu’s sister. She had looked at Prabu’s wife sitting beside them with a touch of envy and jealousy. She was dismayed to note that she was quite pretty too. Prabu was aware that Saravanan was probably looking at him … and also his wife. She, being so close how am I going to resist looking at her he thought but resist I must, Prabu was determined. Meera felt a certain emotion of excitement as she glanced at him with only her eyes raised without raising her head. He only had a dhoti around his waist and was bare bodied. A body that was very familiar to her. Her fingers had caressed and run over that body. She had kissed that body making him shiver in pleasure. Her body had been crushed under the weight of that body with her breast mashed against his chest many times. A body that had been marked by her teeth and her nails as if it say it belongs to me but now it actually belongs to someone else.
He had to actually stand quite close to her. Ah that familiar masculine smell of his body that she knew only too well. There were so many people around them but at the same time it was as if there was only the two of them here. Why does he not to want to even glance at me for a few seconds she thought in sadness. Is that why he left without saying anything to me. Had he got everything he wanted from me and he was fed up of my body. No that was not possible. Even on that last day what did he say to me??? Ah yes ‘tell me if your hunger is appeased then I will let you go’. This was in response to her asking him that he had enjoyed her so many times isn’t your hunger for me appeased yet, Meera recalled. Yet even now he is ignoring me. I need to meet him and find out why. But how?
Prabu was doing as the elders told him to do so. For that those sitting around the coffin had to move slightly back. That’s when Prabu had to look up and around. For a second or two Prabu’s and Meera’s eyes met. It was as if an electric current passed between them. Prabu quickly moved away and Meera’s eyes dropped. It was so brief that no one should have noticed that, but one pair of eyes did. Saravanan’s eyes did because it was watching for that unlike the others who did not note anything out of the ordinary.
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