25-11-2019, 06:40 PM
Inside the dimly visible inner courtyard my friend was standing very close to my wife. . I was looking at them as my heart fluttered in anxiety. I could not hear what they were speaking…by they I meant only my friend was speaking .. my wife appeared to be hesitant and fearful. Her eyes were darting here and there but it didn’t appear that she was there unwillingly. She was standing with her back leaning against the wall. He had his hands on the wall either side of her body thereby imprisoning her. She was looking deep into his eyes as he said something to her in a low voice. Dimples formed on her cheeks as she smiled shyly at something he said. My heart started beating faster on seeing that shy smile blossom on her face. As he moved his body even closer to hers she placed her hands on his chest preventing him moving further.. but there appeared to be more receptivity to his advances than resistance. He bent his head so that his face went towards hers ..my wife shyly turned her head to one side.
His body overcame the resistance of her hands and pressed against her body .. his wet lips planted onto her cheeks .. turning into a kiss. He again moved away from her a bit. His right hand went behind her braided hair and adroitly held her neck from behind .. my wife’s hands were still lying just simply on his chest. He pulled her towards him .. my wife without any opposition complied to his action .. her face was raised up for his convenience. His face bent towards her quivering lips .. my wife’s lips opened slightly, as his mouth seized her lower lip, her gently closed. One hand went around her back and the other around the curve of her bare waist .. her hands moved from his chest and became a garland around his shoulders. His hands tightened even more on her body pulling her further up onto him so that she was now standing on her insteps. Her ample breasts were now mashed against his chest. The hand caressing her back tightened pulling her in tighter .. and she did the same. Their bodies were pressed so tightly against each other as they kissed that even air would not have been able to move in between them. They had their eyes closed as they kissed passionately each sucking and tasting the other’s lips.
Long seconds passed but there was no sign of them moving apart. After a very long kiss ended their bodies finally separated. My wife rubbed clean his saliva from her lips with the back of her palm. She adjusted her sari which was crumpled because of their tight embrace. However, he without his lust being sated in anyway moved his hand towards her breast. She entwined her fingers with his to prevent him going any further .. but with a laughter he overcame her strength and moved towards his goal. Meera was not able to stop him. His hand reached in and grabbed her corpulent breast. Even though Meera pretended that she wanted to stop him but she was just standing there giving him the go ahead to play with her breast. As his hand tested the softness of her breast Meera suddenly pulled his head and mashed her lips against his. While kneading my wife’s breast he was sucking on her lips. My wife’s hand was now on the front of his pants pressing his manhood. He pulled down his zip and her hand snaked in through the entrance. The movement of the clothes in from of his pelvis indicated my wife massaging his hardened manhood. Then as he separated he went down on his knees before her. She laughed softly as she looked at him with lust dripping eyes. He started pulling up her sari and inner skirt together up to her thighs.
Meera bit her lips as a slight naughty smile appeared on her face. He raised her clothes further up to her waist and was soon feasting his eyes on her femininity which only I had seen before. As his lips embedded on to her womanly treasure Meera melted in passion. As his tongue entered her pleasure tunnel Meera’s eyes half closed in lust as her pink tongue wet her lips. She looked at him with playful admonishment and suddenly moved away and left the place adjusting her sari as she left. With a smile on his face he adjusted his clothes. There was a victorious look on his face. From their action it didn’t seem like this was their first illicit friction together. I understood that he must have sampled my Meera’s body a few times .. but there was one thing I could not understand. My wife Meera, 30 years old, mother of two kids, having been a chaste housewife till now. Participating and being a strength to me in my many struggles. Like a goddess lighting up my life .. like a mother being a balm to the pains I underwent. Where even everyone in town would praise that a wife must be like Saravanan’s wife. How a woman like that got involved in an illicit love affair … that too with a man 3 years younger than her. My heart drowned within me in sorrow.
I stood there stunned with my heart filled with sorrow. I could see Meera walking back towards the house. After a small gap Prabu came. He went around the house to enter by the house front entrance. I stood there crying, totally shaken up.
I could have caught Meera and Prabu red handed but this shameful episode would have become exposed. That would have been the talk in every household in this small town. I too would have to have rum away from this town like my father.
Definitely Meera would hang herself. Oh god…then the fate of my children!!!
I stood there crying silently. I reached this status, got this life after so many battles. Slowly clarity came to me. I can, I can get back my old Meera. I needed to handle this patiently and cautiously.
After two days after the gaiety of the marriage event Prabu’s house again went back to the old calmness. I could not concentrate on my business as I struggled with my emotions. I left for my house at about 11 in the morning. As my motorbike approached my house I could see Prabu’s motorbike parked in the mango grove behind my house. I switched off my engine and let it run. I parked my bike in the front and looked at my front door. It was closed and locked from inside. I went around my house to the back. The back door was also locked. I slowly walked to where our bedroom was, the window was also shut. When I listened keenly, I heard it. A woman’s loud moan of pleasure followed by a few little whimpering.
“Slowly…. Buffalo, ss .. you’re stabbing like this, careful darling.” That was Meera’s voice.
I was dying within myself. I peeped through a gap in the window. I could see two pairs of legs. The woman’s legs were entwined and locked over man’s legs. The woman lying on her back and a man lying over on top of her was visible. They were both completely naked. The man’s fast, busy movements were visible. The woman, weeping in pleasure was moving her hips upwards in sync with his movements. I know that that man was Prabu, the woman, my wife. As Prabu deep grunts was moving his hips up and down with tremendous speed, she was grasping his buttocks tightly, all the while sobbing in pleasure. I could see the gold ring on her left hand shining in the light. His thrusts suddenly became very furious and deep and her moaning reached feverish pitch.
“ssss…..ingg…ingg..ohhh……….” Each of her groans of pleasure was like a stab to my heart.
He hips jerked a few times as her nails dug into the flesh of his buttocks. I knew they were reaching the peak of their pleasure. As his spasms subsided along with hers, he then lay on her motionless. There were sounds of kissing. I could hear the laughter of my wife. After a while Prabu left my house hurriedly through the back door. I waited till he left. I went to the back door and gently pushed it. It opened. Having to enter my own house like a thief made me ashamed. I could hear someone bathing in the attached bathroom of my room. Meera was bathing. She was singing an old Tamil song as she bathed.
“My dear woman who asked for water, has your thirst been quenched”
“I gave what my lover needed, has the desire diminished”
“There is plenty more but what was taken today is only a little bit”
“Sleeping today was for now and there is more in the future for both of us”
“My darling, you are an amazing treasure mine”
“The moon is shining, this is a opportune time”
“The cupids arrow is piercing the heart”
“Sleep refuses to come my love, is it right that you make me wait”
“The cooked rice is ready for consumption, should you let it cool”
I entered my bedroom. Even if I had not seen it with my own eyes the evidence in my bedroom made it crystal clear what had just happened. Meera’s sari, petticoat, blouse and bra was scattered on the floor. I looked at the bed, the bedsheet was crumpled. Similarly pink jasmine flowers were seen crumpled and scattered over the pillow and the bed. Then I saw that on the floor below the bed, a torn condom packet. It was so obvious to anyone to see. Just a while ago, he had mated with my fully naked wife. With stab wounds in my heart I went back to my shop.
His body overcame the resistance of her hands and pressed against her body .. his wet lips planted onto her cheeks .. turning into a kiss. He again moved away from her a bit. His right hand went behind her braided hair and adroitly held her neck from behind .. my wife’s hands were still lying just simply on his chest. He pulled her towards him .. my wife without any opposition complied to his action .. her face was raised up for his convenience. His face bent towards her quivering lips .. my wife’s lips opened slightly, as his mouth seized her lower lip, her gently closed. One hand went around her back and the other around the curve of her bare waist .. her hands moved from his chest and became a garland around his shoulders. His hands tightened even more on her body pulling her further up onto him so that she was now standing on her insteps. Her ample breasts were now mashed against his chest. The hand caressing her back tightened pulling her in tighter .. and she did the same. Their bodies were pressed so tightly against each other as they kissed that even air would not have been able to move in between them. They had their eyes closed as they kissed passionately each sucking and tasting the other’s lips.
Long seconds passed but there was no sign of them moving apart. After a very long kiss ended their bodies finally separated. My wife rubbed clean his saliva from her lips with the back of her palm. She adjusted her sari which was crumpled because of their tight embrace. However, he without his lust being sated in anyway moved his hand towards her breast. She entwined her fingers with his to prevent him going any further .. but with a laughter he overcame her strength and moved towards his goal. Meera was not able to stop him. His hand reached in and grabbed her corpulent breast. Even though Meera pretended that she wanted to stop him but she was just standing there giving him the go ahead to play with her breast. As his hand tested the softness of her breast Meera suddenly pulled his head and mashed her lips against his. While kneading my wife’s breast he was sucking on her lips. My wife’s hand was now on the front of his pants pressing his manhood. He pulled down his zip and her hand snaked in through the entrance. The movement of the clothes in from of his pelvis indicated my wife massaging his hardened manhood. Then as he separated he went down on his knees before her. She laughed softly as she looked at him with lust dripping eyes. He started pulling up her sari and inner skirt together up to her thighs.
Meera bit her lips as a slight naughty smile appeared on her face. He raised her clothes further up to her waist and was soon feasting his eyes on her femininity which only I had seen before. As his lips embedded on to her womanly treasure Meera melted in passion. As his tongue entered her pleasure tunnel Meera’s eyes half closed in lust as her pink tongue wet her lips. She looked at him with playful admonishment and suddenly moved away and left the place adjusting her sari as she left. With a smile on his face he adjusted his clothes. There was a victorious look on his face. From their action it didn’t seem like this was their first illicit friction together. I understood that he must have sampled my Meera’s body a few times .. but there was one thing I could not understand. My wife Meera, 30 years old, mother of two kids, having been a chaste housewife till now. Participating and being a strength to me in my many struggles. Like a goddess lighting up my life .. like a mother being a balm to the pains I underwent. Where even everyone in town would praise that a wife must be like Saravanan’s wife. How a woman like that got involved in an illicit love affair … that too with a man 3 years younger than her. My heart drowned within me in sorrow.
I stood there stunned with my heart filled with sorrow. I could see Meera walking back towards the house. After a small gap Prabu came. He went around the house to enter by the house front entrance. I stood there crying, totally shaken up.
I could have caught Meera and Prabu red handed but this shameful episode would have become exposed. That would have been the talk in every household in this small town. I too would have to have rum away from this town like my father.
Definitely Meera would hang herself. Oh god…then the fate of my children!!!
I stood there crying silently. I reached this status, got this life after so many battles. Slowly clarity came to me. I can, I can get back my old Meera. I needed to handle this patiently and cautiously.
After two days after the gaiety of the marriage event Prabu’s house again went back to the old calmness. I could not concentrate on my business as I struggled with my emotions. I left for my house at about 11 in the morning. As my motorbike approached my house I could see Prabu’s motorbike parked in the mango grove behind my house. I switched off my engine and let it run. I parked my bike in the front and looked at my front door. It was closed and locked from inside. I went around my house to the back. The back door was also locked. I slowly walked to where our bedroom was, the window was also shut. When I listened keenly, I heard it. A woman’s loud moan of pleasure followed by a few little whimpering.
“Slowly…. Buffalo, ss .. you’re stabbing like this, careful darling.” That was Meera’s voice.
I was dying within myself. I peeped through a gap in the window. I could see two pairs of legs. The woman’s legs were entwined and locked over man’s legs. The woman lying on her back and a man lying over on top of her was visible. They were both completely naked. The man’s fast, busy movements were visible. The woman, weeping in pleasure was moving her hips upwards in sync with his movements. I know that that man was Prabu, the woman, my wife. As Prabu deep grunts was moving his hips up and down with tremendous speed, she was grasping his buttocks tightly, all the while sobbing in pleasure. I could see the gold ring on her left hand shining in the light. His thrusts suddenly became very furious and deep and her moaning reached feverish pitch.
“ssss…..ingg…ingg..ohhh……….” Each of her groans of pleasure was like a stab to my heart.
He hips jerked a few times as her nails dug into the flesh of his buttocks. I knew they were reaching the peak of their pleasure. As his spasms subsided along with hers, he then lay on her motionless. There were sounds of kissing. I could hear the laughter of my wife. After a while Prabu left my house hurriedly through the back door. I waited till he left. I went to the back door and gently pushed it. It opened. Having to enter my own house like a thief made me ashamed. I could hear someone bathing in the attached bathroom of my room. Meera was bathing. She was singing an old Tamil song as she bathed.
“My dear woman who asked for water, has your thirst been quenched”
“I gave what my lover needed, has the desire diminished”
“There is plenty more but what was taken today is only a little bit”
“Sleeping today was for now and there is more in the future for both of us”
“My darling, you are an amazing treasure mine”
“The moon is shining, this is a opportune time”
“The cupids arrow is piercing the heart”
“Sleep refuses to come my love, is it right that you make me wait”
“The cooked rice is ready for consumption, should you let it cool”
I entered my bedroom. Even if I had not seen it with my own eyes the evidence in my bedroom made it crystal clear what had just happened. Meera’s sari, petticoat, blouse and bra was scattered on the floor. I looked at the bed, the bedsheet was crumpled. Similarly pink jasmine flowers were seen crumpled and scattered over the pillow and the bed. Then I saw that on the floor below the bed, a torn condom packet. It was so obvious to anyone to see. Just a while ago, he had mated with my fully naked wife. With stab wounds in my heart I went back to my shop.
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