01-03-2020, 10:27 PM
Saravanan was furious. That blackguard Prabu had come back one day earlier than what he had told him. That in itself was not an issue. Not even the fact that he did not inform this to him was not an issue for him. However as he strongly suspected that scoundrel had used that opportunity to once again have sex with his wife. Though he did not have definitive proof of this he was sure that he was not wrong in his suspicions. How did he expect any sort of righteous behavior from someone who before had no compunction in betraying the trust of a friend by seducing the friends wife. What triggered his suspicion was the behavior of Meera when he had returned home yesterday. Even though she tried to behave normally he found her unable to look at his face and talk properly. He first dismissed it as she still being stressed by the sudden reappearance of her ex lover in town. He did not think much about it. As he was sat on the sofa watching TV he had placed his hand on sofa as he used to. He had a habit of pushing his fingers between the connecting portion of the seat and backrest of the sofa. It was then that his fingers had felt something. Even then he had not given much mind to it and had continued to concentrate on the show in the TV. It was when his finger felt it once again that he had out of curiosity dug it out from the place it was lodged.
He was shocked when he found it to be the bud of a crushed pink jasmine. Meera had stopped buying pink jasmine for the last three years. There was no chance for it to end up there..unless..unless.. Yes that lowlife must have come here. Now he could understand why Meera had difficulty talking to him normally. Guilt must have been gnawing at her. Yet it was painful that she had again willingly given herself on the very first opportunity that she met Prabu privately. Now another thing also struck him. There were new bed sheet covering on his bed. That means even though he had expressly forbidden Prabu to ever have sex with his wife in his bed, Prabu had ignored all his warnings and had fucked Meera there.
Yes, what more to talk circumspectly about it. They had fucked. There was no nicer way of putting it. They had fornicated like animals in heat in his own house, his own bed. There was a straw that would eventually break any man's patience and this was it. No more is he going to try and behave decently with Prabu. He still could not get to curse Meera for her part in the betrayal. As far as he was concerned she had fallen for the manipulations of a libertine. If not for Prabu leading her to temptation she would not have thought of straying from her wifely duties on her own.
He called up Prabu's home and casually asked Prabu's mother when Prabu was expected back.
His mother was alarmed. As far as Prabu and his (Saravanan's) family was concerned she always was jittery about it.
"He came back yesterday, why is anything the matter?"
Saravanan could feel the apprehension in her voice.
"No, nothing the matter. I just casually asked. Haven't seem him since the funeral. That's why," he spoke reassuringly.
So it was confirmed. He had been back earlier and he had gone straight to his house. Even probably before he had even gone back to his own house. Prabu had been more keen to see his wife than his own wife and child. His lust for Meera is as strong as that. He had also been so sure that he would have his way with my wife that he had even bought pink jasmine flower bunch with him. He must have adorned it in Meera's hair before fucking her. Meera too had not disappointed him and had immediately given herself to him.
In the privacy of his home they must have done all those things that they had been longing for for these last three years. He would have wanted to taste her lips, her breasts, her pussy and he would also have wanted her to suck his cock. She would have done that too immediately, done something she has denied me all this time. If there was pink jasmine on the sofa and the bed sheets had been changed then they must have mated in both places. Was it two times that they had fucked. Without him knowing where else in his house have they fucked before. Surely the many times he had been in his house before they surely must have done it all over my house. That thought gave him a feeling of disgust in going to those same places in his house that Prabu and Meera had frolicked together nakedly before.
Why am I torturing myself like this Saravanan shook his head as if wanting to drive these painful thoughts from his mind. He decided to do something about it.
He casually called Prabu's house and asked to speak to him. Prabu was at home. He still had not left for my house Saravanan thought.
"Can you come to the old temple again," he asked.
"Why, I am going to talk to your wife about the matters we discussed, so why meet again."
Although he was seething inside Saravanan kept his tone even.
"No, it's just a few more things I want to say, come there in half an hour."
Saravanan did not give Prabu time to reply. He immediately kept the phone down.
They met at the old temple. This time Saravanan was there earlier and waited for Prabu to come. They met outside the old temple hall.
Before Prabu could say anything, Saravanan asked him," did you go to my house yesterday?"
Prabu totally did not expect this and was dumbfounded. Before he could open his mouth Saravanan spoke once more. His voice chilled cold, his word biting hard.
"Did you fuck Meera yesterday?"
Prabu was aghast. How did Saravanan find out. The look on Prabu's face gave Saravanan all the answers he needed. Suddenly without warning Saravanan swung hard and punched Prabu in the face. Prabu fell down by the force of the blow. Prabu looked up, his face in panic. He had never seen Saravanan this angry before. He didn't realize, every man had a breaking point.
(Readers, I can only write this much for now. I have an early morning Tuesday flight. Have a lot of preparations to do. Will be back on the 15th of March and I will continue the story after that.)
He was shocked when he found it to be the bud of a crushed pink jasmine. Meera had stopped buying pink jasmine for the last three years. There was no chance for it to end up there..unless..unless.. Yes that lowlife must have come here. Now he could understand why Meera had difficulty talking to him normally. Guilt must have been gnawing at her. Yet it was painful that she had again willingly given herself on the very first opportunity that she met Prabu privately. Now another thing also struck him. There were new bed sheet covering on his bed. That means even though he had expressly forbidden Prabu to ever have sex with his wife in his bed, Prabu had ignored all his warnings and had fucked Meera there.
Yes, what more to talk circumspectly about it. They had fucked. There was no nicer way of putting it. They had fornicated like animals in heat in his own house, his own bed. There was a straw that would eventually break any man's patience and this was it. No more is he going to try and behave decently with Prabu. He still could not get to curse Meera for her part in the betrayal. As far as he was concerned she had fallen for the manipulations of a libertine. If not for Prabu leading her to temptation she would not have thought of straying from her wifely duties on her own.
He called up Prabu's home and casually asked Prabu's mother when Prabu was expected back.
His mother was alarmed. As far as Prabu and his (Saravanan's) family was concerned she always was jittery about it.
"He came back yesterday, why is anything the matter?"
Saravanan could feel the apprehension in her voice.
"No, nothing the matter. I just casually asked. Haven't seem him since the funeral. That's why," he spoke reassuringly.
So it was confirmed. He had been back earlier and he had gone straight to his house. Even probably before he had even gone back to his own house. Prabu had been more keen to see his wife than his own wife and child. His lust for Meera is as strong as that. He had also been so sure that he would have his way with my wife that he had even bought pink jasmine flower bunch with him. He must have adorned it in Meera's hair before fucking her. Meera too had not disappointed him and had immediately given herself to him.
In the privacy of his home they must have done all those things that they had been longing for for these last three years. He would have wanted to taste her lips, her breasts, her pussy and he would also have wanted her to suck his cock. She would have done that too immediately, done something she has denied me all this time. If there was pink jasmine on the sofa and the bed sheets had been changed then they must have mated in both places. Was it two times that they had fucked. Without him knowing where else in his house have they fucked before. Surely the many times he had been in his house before they surely must have done it all over my house. That thought gave him a feeling of disgust in going to those same places in his house that Prabu and Meera had frolicked together nakedly before.
Why am I torturing myself like this Saravanan shook his head as if wanting to drive these painful thoughts from his mind. He decided to do something about it.
He casually called Prabu's house and asked to speak to him. Prabu was at home. He still had not left for my house Saravanan thought.
"Can you come to the old temple again," he asked.
"Why, I am going to talk to your wife about the matters we discussed, so why meet again."
Although he was seething inside Saravanan kept his tone even.
"No, it's just a few more things I want to say, come there in half an hour."
Saravanan did not give Prabu time to reply. He immediately kept the phone down.
They met at the old temple. This time Saravanan was there earlier and waited for Prabu to come. They met outside the old temple hall.
Before Prabu could say anything, Saravanan asked him," did you go to my house yesterday?"
Prabu totally did not expect this and was dumbfounded. Before he could open his mouth Saravanan spoke once more. His voice chilled cold, his word biting hard.
"Did you fuck Meera yesterday?"
Prabu was aghast. How did Saravanan find out. The look on Prabu's face gave Saravanan all the answers he needed. Suddenly without warning Saravanan swung hard and punched Prabu in the face. Prabu fell down by the force of the blow. Prabu looked up, his face in panic. He had never seen Saravanan this angry before. He didn't realize, every man had a breaking point.
(Readers, I can only write this much for now. I have an early morning Tuesday flight. Have a lot of preparations to do. Will be back on the 15th of March and I will continue the story after that.)
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