04-07-2020, 02:08 PM
Episode 21 – epilogue
We, were in our bedroom, we were in our bed and most importantly we were hugging each other tightly. It had been months since we had done this. Yet all the wonderful feelings came tumbling back into me. The feeling of great emotional satisfaction in being in the embrace of one you truly loved. I was gasping, taking deep breaths that was expelled from my body each time my husband moved inside of me. I had my arms and legs tight around his body as my husband made sweet love to me. Tears were running down my cheeks as I kissed Mahesh on his lips, face and neck as we immersed in mutual pleasure. This time the tears on my face were tears of joy. I had gone to the precipice of ending my marriage but had somehow clawed my way back from it. I was now clawing on his back as my husband was taking me to yet another orgasm.
We had undressed each other and after a long time there was shyness in me as my husband removed my clothes one by one. We kissed long and hard, very passionately. My lips were at the mercy of his pressing lips. Our lip lock was both avaricious and long. Our kisses after so long was kindling the fires of passion within us very rapidly. His lips delightedly tasted every part of my body once again. I cradled his neck as he drank from my swollen nipples. I squirmed as his tongue tortured my belly. I groaned as his tongue explored my womanhood and drank my secreting nectar. His fingers knew from long experience where the touches would make me gasp. I knew how much my feminine fluid was drenching his fingers. Unlike Shiva, my husband through our long years of marriage knew the spots that would make me squeal in rapture. His probing fingers were making my pussy lips grip his fingers. I squeezed my breasts with my own hands as I couldn’t bear this intense delight. My husband was showing me, how there was much more in this than the sex with Shiva. I shook my head not wanting to have any remembrance of that filthy bastard.
I in turn lovingly took his firm manhood in my mouth, making him gasp and moan as I made his pleasure pole jerk repeatedly from the pleasure my tongue gave it. I could feel the secretion from him on my slaving tongue. This was what I wanted to taste, the love fluid of my husband. I stroked his cock as it went in and out of my mouth. My fingers played with his balls, gently caressed the bottom of his scrotum and his anus. His hands pressing down on my head showed me how much he loved what I was doing. I regretted so much now, that these things I learnt from my husband on how to please a man, I had used to give pleasure to Shiva. What a moron I have been.
Finally, my husband lay me on my back, got in between my thighs entered into me once more and my vagina eagerly grasped the thick flesh within itself. We embraced each other tightly as our two bodies caressed each other as our sinuous, sensuous movements began. We were two bodies entwined as one, as his probing manhood caressed my inner wet walls, making me lose myself in the rapturous pleasure carousing through my body. We kissed, we moaned, we hugged and still we wanted more. We were two bodies drenched wet from the intense sexual heat. My husband had already brought me to the heights of pleasure twice. I bit him, dug into him but he did not care and still continued his wonderous sexual assault of my vagina. We had been coupling for the last half hour and yet he was not through. This passionate sex, was reminding me that there was never going to be a substitute to two people joining together with love. At the height of this passionate embrace, I came once more in a shudderingly blissful orgasm and this time my husband soon followed with his own release. I could feel his hot release spurting into me. We held each other tightly for several minutes as the intense pleasure turned to a warm glow.
It was a few minutes since we had a most wonderful session of lovemaking. I lay with my head on his chest. My breathing was getting back to normal and the sheen of sweat on my body was drying up. This was a fantastic reminder again, if I needed one, that how beautiful sex can be when two people who truly love each other shared not only their bodies but the deep emotions for each other that was within them. I hugged him tight as if afraid to lose him as I lay my head on his chest. I could hear the rapid beat of his heart as he too was slowly recovering from his delightful exertions. He had made a mistake but how could I have been so foolish to embark in something that could have ruined my life completely. I remembered the quote from Cicero, ‘He removes the greatest ornament of friendship who takes away from it respect’.
This should apply to marriage too I thought. Respect for each other’s feelings, the emotional impact on the marriage when that aspect is removed can be very damaging. Mahesh had done that to some extent but my horrendous reaction and the way I did it was inexcusable. I lifted my head up from his chest and looked at my husband’s face. He smiled at me. Was there any animosity towards me for what I had done in spite of his magnanimity in accepting me again. I searched his face, all I could see was the love in his eyes for me.
“What Swetha, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Aren’t you the least bit angry with me for what I had done?”
He ran his fingers through my hair lovingly and said,” I should have been above reproach myself in the first place for that.”
“Maybe but what an imbecile I was to think that two wrongs can make a right.”
“Leave it Swetha, all of us have made mistakes, it’s time for us to move forward and not dwell on the past except to look at it as a lesson never to be repeated.”
A surge of love for him engulfed me. I kissed him with passion and fervour. I finally let him breathe from my ardent kiss.
“You should have given me two tight slaps and dragged me back into our room by my hair and told me to behave myself.”
Mahesh laughed when he heard me say this. I stared at him in mock anger and continued,” You should have also kicked Shiva on his balls and thrown him out of our house.”
My husband pinched my nose like doing it to a little child. “You think I am a cave man to be dragging you around by your hair?” he said smiling.
“Shiva was never a problem for me, I could have shut him down anytime I wanted. For me, you have to have wanted that first.”
Yes, my misunderstanding of why he was silent when Shiva was with me was very clear. He tolerated everything because of his sense of right. He had made the first mistake. It was for me to forgive him.
“I love you so much,” I said. After four years of marriage, even though our feelings for each other was evident in our small loving behaviour towards each other we had not expressed out our feelings for each other out loud. I shouldn’t make that mistake again.
I suddenly remembered about our son. “We’ve got to go and pick up Ajay soon. My mom will start wondering what happened to us.”
My husband held my two cheeks by the palm of his hands and kissed me gently on the lips. “Let him be with your mother for awhile more, I want to spend some more time with his mother.”
I lay my head back on his chest again. I was not foolish enough to think that things can straightway become normal as it was before all this happened. In wanting to make this marriage work we had both compromised somewhat. I the future strains are likely to happen as in all marriages. Would what had now happened become a festering wound then in that stressful scenario. It could happen. It was up to me now to see that things never became worse for us anymore. I have to be more tolerant. I have to make him feel every now and again how much he means to me. Things won’t always be smooth sailing in the future but I would have to face the future with fortitude … and hope. I squeezed him harder as these thoughts went through my mind. I was determined I was not going to fail.
The End.
We, were in our bedroom, we were in our bed and most importantly we were hugging each other tightly. It had been months since we had done this. Yet all the wonderful feelings came tumbling back into me. The feeling of great emotional satisfaction in being in the embrace of one you truly loved. I was gasping, taking deep breaths that was expelled from my body each time my husband moved inside of me. I had my arms and legs tight around his body as my husband made sweet love to me. Tears were running down my cheeks as I kissed Mahesh on his lips, face and neck as we immersed in mutual pleasure. This time the tears on my face were tears of joy. I had gone to the precipice of ending my marriage but had somehow clawed my way back from it. I was now clawing on his back as my husband was taking me to yet another orgasm.
We had undressed each other and after a long time there was shyness in me as my husband removed my clothes one by one. We kissed long and hard, very passionately. My lips were at the mercy of his pressing lips. Our lip lock was both avaricious and long. Our kisses after so long was kindling the fires of passion within us very rapidly. His lips delightedly tasted every part of my body once again. I cradled his neck as he drank from my swollen nipples. I squirmed as his tongue tortured my belly. I groaned as his tongue explored my womanhood and drank my secreting nectar. His fingers knew from long experience where the touches would make me gasp. I knew how much my feminine fluid was drenching his fingers. Unlike Shiva, my husband through our long years of marriage knew the spots that would make me squeal in rapture. His probing fingers were making my pussy lips grip his fingers. I squeezed my breasts with my own hands as I couldn’t bear this intense delight. My husband was showing me, how there was much more in this than the sex with Shiva. I shook my head not wanting to have any remembrance of that filthy bastard.
I in turn lovingly took his firm manhood in my mouth, making him gasp and moan as I made his pleasure pole jerk repeatedly from the pleasure my tongue gave it. I could feel the secretion from him on my slaving tongue. This was what I wanted to taste, the love fluid of my husband. I stroked his cock as it went in and out of my mouth. My fingers played with his balls, gently caressed the bottom of his scrotum and his anus. His hands pressing down on my head showed me how much he loved what I was doing. I regretted so much now, that these things I learnt from my husband on how to please a man, I had used to give pleasure to Shiva. What a moron I have been.
Finally, my husband lay me on my back, got in between my thighs entered into me once more and my vagina eagerly grasped the thick flesh within itself. We embraced each other tightly as our two bodies caressed each other as our sinuous, sensuous movements began. We were two bodies entwined as one, as his probing manhood caressed my inner wet walls, making me lose myself in the rapturous pleasure carousing through my body. We kissed, we moaned, we hugged and still we wanted more. We were two bodies drenched wet from the intense sexual heat. My husband had already brought me to the heights of pleasure twice. I bit him, dug into him but he did not care and still continued his wonderous sexual assault of my vagina. We had been coupling for the last half hour and yet he was not through. This passionate sex, was reminding me that there was never going to be a substitute to two people joining together with love. At the height of this passionate embrace, I came once more in a shudderingly blissful orgasm and this time my husband soon followed with his own release. I could feel his hot release spurting into me. We held each other tightly for several minutes as the intense pleasure turned to a warm glow.
It was a few minutes since we had a most wonderful session of lovemaking. I lay with my head on his chest. My breathing was getting back to normal and the sheen of sweat on my body was drying up. This was a fantastic reminder again, if I needed one, that how beautiful sex can be when two people who truly love each other shared not only their bodies but the deep emotions for each other that was within them. I hugged him tight as if afraid to lose him as I lay my head on his chest. I could hear the rapid beat of his heart as he too was slowly recovering from his delightful exertions. He had made a mistake but how could I have been so foolish to embark in something that could have ruined my life completely. I remembered the quote from Cicero, ‘He removes the greatest ornament of friendship who takes away from it respect’.
This should apply to marriage too I thought. Respect for each other’s feelings, the emotional impact on the marriage when that aspect is removed can be very damaging. Mahesh had done that to some extent but my horrendous reaction and the way I did it was inexcusable. I lifted my head up from his chest and looked at my husband’s face. He smiled at me. Was there any animosity towards me for what I had done in spite of his magnanimity in accepting me again. I searched his face, all I could see was the love in his eyes for me.
“What Swetha, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Aren’t you the least bit angry with me for what I had done?”
He ran his fingers through my hair lovingly and said,” I should have been above reproach myself in the first place for that.”
“Maybe but what an imbecile I was to think that two wrongs can make a right.”
“Leave it Swetha, all of us have made mistakes, it’s time for us to move forward and not dwell on the past except to look at it as a lesson never to be repeated.”
A surge of love for him engulfed me. I kissed him with passion and fervour. I finally let him breathe from my ardent kiss.
“You should have given me two tight slaps and dragged me back into our room by my hair and told me to behave myself.”
Mahesh laughed when he heard me say this. I stared at him in mock anger and continued,” You should have also kicked Shiva on his balls and thrown him out of our house.”
My husband pinched my nose like doing it to a little child. “You think I am a cave man to be dragging you around by your hair?” he said smiling.
“Shiva was never a problem for me, I could have shut him down anytime I wanted. For me, you have to have wanted that first.”
Yes, my misunderstanding of why he was silent when Shiva was with me was very clear. He tolerated everything because of his sense of right. He had made the first mistake. It was for me to forgive him.
“I love you so much,” I said. After four years of marriage, even though our feelings for each other was evident in our small loving behaviour towards each other we had not expressed out our feelings for each other out loud. I shouldn’t make that mistake again.
I suddenly remembered about our son. “We’ve got to go and pick up Ajay soon. My mom will start wondering what happened to us.”
My husband held my two cheeks by the palm of his hands and kissed me gently on the lips. “Let him be with your mother for awhile more, I want to spend some more time with his mother.”
I lay my head back on his chest again. I was not foolish enough to think that things can straightway become normal as it was before all this happened. In wanting to make this marriage work we had both compromised somewhat. I the future strains are likely to happen as in all marriages. Would what had now happened become a festering wound then in that stressful scenario. It could happen. It was up to me now to see that things never became worse for us anymore. I have to be more tolerant. I have to make him feel every now and again how much he means to me. Things won’t always be smooth sailing in the future but I would have to face the future with fortitude … and hope. I squeezed him harder as these thoughts went through my mind. I was determined I was not going to fail.
The End.
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