10-12-2019, 11:51 PM
Meera's recollection of past events were disturbed when she heard the sound of her husband’s motorbike arriving. She looked at the time, it was already 1.10 in the afternoon. Almost an hour had passed on her reminiscence of those days with her lover. She opened the door for her husband.
“What’s for lunch,” he asked as he walked in.
“We are having fish today,” Meera told her husband. Funnily enough so did Prabu.
One time when she had told him this,” Prabu, you know something, both you and my husband like fish. I must cook fish curry at least twice a week.”
He had smiled as he replied,” there is nothing to be surprised about that coincidence.”
“Why?”
“Well it’s logical isn’t it that we like the same things. Both of us like you and we both like to eat you,” there was a mischievous smile on his face.”
She had blushed brightly when he had said that. She knew what he was particularly meaning by that. He had introduced the pleasures of cunnilingus to her. She had groaned loudly and her body had convulsed as she experienced that joy for the first time. Her reaction had been so ardent that he had asked her.
“Is this the first time for you, hasn’t Saravanan done this for you before?”
She did not want to put down her husband in anyway. As it is, she was consumed with guilt every time she saw her husband after she had had sex with Prabu. She did not want to denigrate her husband further in any other way. Prabu must already been thinking he had bested her husband by sleeping with her. He must not think that her husband was not capable of satisfying her. She always told him that she had only succumbed to him because he made use of her loneliness.
“No, he does this too. Only not every time that’s all,” she had said wanting to defend her husband in some small way.
As she served her husband all the guilt came back. Not only had I been cheating on him when Prabu was here, I am still mentally cheating him even when Prabu isn’t here. I don’t know what is worse. At least when Prabu was here I had the excuse that his presence here as well as his constant persistence that he wanted sex with me pressured me to sleep with him many times, she reasoned to herself (She found it difficult to admit to herself that truth be told she wanted it too) but now even when he is not here he is consuming my thoughts. This is in a way a greater betrayal to my husband she thought as she watched her husband eat his lunch.
“Why are you waiting for me to finish my lunch first, I have told you many times to eat along with me. I can serve myself. Afterall all the dishes are here on the dining table.”
Even her husband’s innocent words uttered now brought back unwanted memories of her time with Prabu. He had made her lie on her back on this very table and had pulled her saree up to her waist. He had looked hungrily at her wet pussy licking his lips and had said,” Nothing you cook can be tastier than this delicious dish that I’m going to eat,” as he buried his face on her sweet womanhood. She thought to herself, “If my husband had only known that his friend had eaten his wife’s pussy on this very table, he would never want to eat a meal here again and secondly he would have probably killed me.
No, he wouldn’t have, she immediately dismissed the thought of violence from her husband. He is too good a man to be violent towards a woman, even one who has wronged him badly as I have. The thought that pained her most was that he would have been incredibly hurt. The vision of her husband’s face in anguish made her feel miserable. Love came flooding back for her husband.
She didn’t know how else to express this except to lovingly serve him as he ate. “Here dear, have another piece,” she said as she put another piece of fried fish on his plate.
“No, it’s enough for me I have already had two pieces, there won’t be anything left for you.”
“It’s okay, I have kept some for me in the container, how is the food, today? Is it okay.”
“My wife cooking always is great,” he said looking at her fondly.
Those words again. Prabu used to say the same thing. “You are not only beautiful, but you cook like a dream too. Saravanan is a very lucky man.”
She tired to banish the thoughts about Prabu as it kept intruding into her mind. How can my husband be lucky when I had allowed his friend to enjoy what should only be my husband’s rightfully.
She suddenly hugged her husband as she sent him back on his way to the shop. He was surprised, pleasantly so by this. He could feel the love in the way she hugged him. He thought that she is really making an effort to return to her normal self before Prabu’s unwanted intrusion into their peaceful life. I must continue to show that I care for her. Only then can I be supportive of her inner battle to redeem herself from the affair that had so affected her.
Meera kept herself very busy making every effort not to think about her departed lover. She reasoned that the thoughts about him only come when she had nothing to do. It’s not for nothing that they say an idle mind is the devil’s workshop. She started doing some house cleaning and mopping. She had no help since the mother of her husband’s worker who her husband had got to help in her housework had suddenly died 6 months ago. She refused her husband’s offer of getting her another domestic help. She did not want to have more free time because that was when memories of Prabu and their blissful times together kept interfering in her peace of mind.
It also helped that just as she finished her domestic duties her children came back home from college. As there was no tuition for them that day, she spent her time, busy taking care of them. She sat with them and supervised their homework. Although she had only studied till the 11th standard she had been a bright student. Her family situation at that time had not allowed her to pursue her studies further. That was the time before all this wealth. This comfortable life was only because of her husband and the gratitude she had shown for that was to sleep with his friend. She felt ashamed of herself. Soon her husband came back and she was busy preparing their dinner.
It was now 11pm. Her children were already fast asleep. Her husband’s deep breathing as he lay beside her also indicated that he was fast asleep. Yet sleep refused to come to her. As it has been the past two days, whenever she was idle with nothing else on her mind, the memories of her time with Prabu disturbed her once more. Why is it especially for the last two days she wondered. The woman selling flowers offering her pink jasmine had initially triggered her mind. Prabu would always buy that for her before he mated with her. He found the fragrance of the flowers intoxicating as he would vigorously pump his thick rod in her wet sheath. Soon she too started associating the sight and smell of pink jasmine with satisfying sex. She would often smile as she had to clean their bed of the crushed and scattered pink jasmine flowers after Prabu had left after making love to her. Yesterday the sight of the pink jasmine flowers triggered back those old memories. Coupled with this was the visit to Prabu’s house. She was going there for the first time after they went there for Prabu’s sister’s marriage.
When her husband had remarked that she seemed to be wearing only pink jasmine in her hairs nowadays, a chill had run through her spine. She feared that her husband had got an inkling of her affair with Prabu. She had warned Prabu’s over the phone when he had called her. They decided to cool their ardour for the time being. Prabu stopped visiting her completely. Her husband had subsequently not shown any other indication that he was suspicious about her faithfulness. Two weeks or so without contact with Prabu, he had called her on the phone had said that he really was missing her a lot and he was desperate to see her even if he had to hide and see her from afar. He had come that Friday evening to the temple knowing that she would be there with her family. Her heart filled with joy when she heard him say that he could not sleep without seeing her again at least once. This was the time when their affair was at it’s peak.
It was there that her fear that her husband was suspicious of them was mostly assuaged. In fact her husband on seeing Prabu had called him over and had asked why he was not to be seen at our home. She only sighed in relief after hearing this. Prabu gave some excuse that he was busy in the preparations for her sister’s wedding. That evening in Prabu’s house Prabu had gestured to her secretively to follow him behind the house. She had smilingly refused. He was very insistent as he kept looking at her as much as he could without attracting any other person’s attention. Meera knew this was a situation fraught with danger and there is a real possibility that they could get caught. However, after the more than two weeks of separation she too wanted to meet with him alone. She carefully looked around to see where her husband was. She noticed him to one corner sitting with a group of men chatting. Noting that his attention was not on her she slowly walked around and out of the house without anyone noticing her. In the old abandoned house behind Prabu’s newly built house she and Prabu had kissed passionately. He had caressed and kneaded her breasts and had even tongued her pussy briefly. On her part she had fondled his large pole that she had missed for more than two weeks. Both of them needed that brief liaisons. It had subsequently led to lusty mating between them two days later in her bed.
Her eyes yesterday had automatically gone towards the old house when they visited Prabu’s ailing father. Prabu’s house, the pink jasmine flowers had all together had invoked all the desires she had so desperately tried to suppress. Now as she lay beside her husband the memory of her first lovemaking with Prabu, the first time she cheated on her husband, the first time she lost her chastity forever came rushing back to her mind. She couldn’t resist those thoughts from entering her mind once again. On that fateful day…..
“What’s for lunch,” he asked as he walked in.
“We are having fish today,” Meera told her husband. Funnily enough so did Prabu.
One time when she had told him this,” Prabu, you know something, both you and my husband like fish. I must cook fish curry at least twice a week.”
He had smiled as he replied,” there is nothing to be surprised about that coincidence.”
“Why?”
“Well it’s logical isn’t it that we like the same things. Both of us like you and we both like to eat you,” there was a mischievous smile on his face.”
She had blushed brightly when he had said that. She knew what he was particularly meaning by that. He had introduced the pleasures of cunnilingus to her. She had groaned loudly and her body had convulsed as she experienced that joy for the first time. Her reaction had been so ardent that he had asked her.
“Is this the first time for you, hasn’t Saravanan done this for you before?”
She did not want to put down her husband in anyway. As it is, she was consumed with guilt every time she saw her husband after she had had sex with Prabu. She did not want to denigrate her husband further in any other way. Prabu must already been thinking he had bested her husband by sleeping with her. He must not think that her husband was not capable of satisfying her. She always told him that she had only succumbed to him because he made use of her loneliness.
“No, he does this too. Only not every time that’s all,” she had said wanting to defend her husband in some small way.
As she served her husband all the guilt came back. Not only had I been cheating on him when Prabu was here, I am still mentally cheating him even when Prabu isn’t here. I don’t know what is worse. At least when Prabu was here I had the excuse that his presence here as well as his constant persistence that he wanted sex with me pressured me to sleep with him many times, she reasoned to herself (She found it difficult to admit to herself that truth be told she wanted it too) but now even when he is not here he is consuming my thoughts. This is in a way a greater betrayal to my husband she thought as she watched her husband eat his lunch.
“Why are you waiting for me to finish my lunch first, I have told you many times to eat along with me. I can serve myself. Afterall all the dishes are here on the dining table.”
Even her husband’s innocent words uttered now brought back unwanted memories of her time with Prabu. He had made her lie on her back on this very table and had pulled her saree up to her waist. He had looked hungrily at her wet pussy licking his lips and had said,” Nothing you cook can be tastier than this delicious dish that I’m going to eat,” as he buried his face on her sweet womanhood. She thought to herself, “If my husband had only known that his friend had eaten his wife’s pussy on this very table, he would never want to eat a meal here again and secondly he would have probably killed me.
No, he wouldn’t have, she immediately dismissed the thought of violence from her husband. He is too good a man to be violent towards a woman, even one who has wronged him badly as I have. The thought that pained her most was that he would have been incredibly hurt. The vision of her husband’s face in anguish made her feel miserable. Love came flooding back for her husband.
She didn’t know how else to express this except to lovingly serve him as he ate. “Here dear, have another piece,” she said as she put another piece of fried fish on his plate.
“No, it’s enough for me I have already had two pieces, there won’t be anything left for you.”
“It’s okay, I have kept some for me in the container, how is the food, today? Is it okay.”
“My wife cooking always is great,” he said looking at her fondly.
Those words again. Prabu used to say the same thing. “You are not only beautiful, but you cook like a dream too. Saravanan is a very lucky man.”
She tired to banish the thoughts about Prabu as it kept intruding into her mind. How can my husband be lucky when I had allowed his friend to enjoy what should only be my husband’s rightfully.
She suddenly hugged her husband as she sent him back on his way to the shop. He was surprised, pleasantly so by this. He could feel the love in the way she hugged him. He thought that she is really making an effort to return to her normal self before Prabu’s unwanted intrusion into their peaceful life. I must continue to show that I care for her. Only then can I be supportive of her inner battle to redeem herself from the affair that had so affected her.
Meera kept herself very busy making every effort not to think about her departed lover. She reasoned that the thoughts about him only come when she had nothing to do. It’s not for nothing that they say an idle mind is the devil’s workshop. She started doing some house cleaning and mopping. She had no help since the mother of her husband’s worker who her husband had got to help in her housework had suddenly died 6 months ago. She refused her husband’s offer of getting her another domestic help. She did not want to have more free time because that was when memories of Prabu and their blissful times together kept interfering in her peace of mind.
It also helped that just as she finished her domestic duties her children came back home from college. As there was no tuition for them that day, she spent her time, busy taking care of them. She sat with them and supervised their homework. Although she had only studied till the 11th standard she had been a bright student. Her family situation at that time had not allowed her to pursue her studies further. That was the time before all this wealth. This comfortable life was only because of her husband and the gratitude she had shown for that was to sleep with his friend. She felt ashamed of herself. Soon her husband came back and she was busy preparing their dinner.
It was now 11pm. Her children were already fast asleep. Her husband’s deep breathing as he lay beside her also indicated that he was fast asleep. Yet sleep refused to come to her. As it has been the past two days, whenever she was idle with nothing else on her mind, the memories of her time with Prabu disturbed her once more. Why is it especially for the last two days she wondered. The woman selling flowers offering her pink jasmine had initially triggered her mind. Prabu would always buy that for her before he mated with her. He found the fragrance of the flowers intoxicating as he would vigorously pump his thick rod in her wet sheath. Soon she too started associating the sight and smell of pink jasmine with satisfying sex. She would often smile as she had to clean their bed of the crushed and scattered pink jasmine flowers after Prabu had left after making love to her. Yesterday the sight of the pink jasmine flowers triggered back those old memories. Coupled with this was the visit to Prabu’s house. She was going there for the first time after they went there for Prabu’s sister’s marriage.
When her husband had remarked that she seemed to be wearing only pink jasmine in her hairs nowadays, a chill had run through her spine. She feared that her husband had got an inkling of her affair with Prabu. She had warned Prabu’s over the phone when he had called her. They decided to cool their ardour for the time being. Prabu stopped visiting her completely. Her husband had subsequently not shown any other indication that he was suspicious about her faithfulness. Two weeks or so without contact with Prabu, he had called her on the phone had said that he really was missing her a lot and he was desperate to see her even if he had to hide and see her from afar. He had come that Friday evening to the temple knowing that she would be there with her family. Her heart filled with joy when she heard him say that he could not sleep without seeing her again at least once. This was the time when their affair was at it’s peak.
It was there that her fear that her husband was suspicious of them was mostly assuaged. In fact her husband on seeing Prabu had called him over and had asked why he was not to be seen at our home. She only sighed in relief after hearing this. Prabu gave some excuse that he was busy in the preparations for her sister’s wedding. That evening in Prabu’s house Prabu had gestured to her secretively to follow him behind the house. She had smilingly refused. He was very insistent as he kept looking at her as much as he could without attracting any other person’s attention. Meera knew this was a situation fraught with danger and there is a real possibility that they could get caught. However, after the more than two weeks of separation she too wanted to meet with him alone. She carefully looked around to see where her husband was. She noticed him to one corner sitting with a group of men chatting. Noting that his attention was not on her she slowly walked around and out of the house without anyone noticing her. In the old abandoned house behind Prabu’s newly built house she and Prabu had kissed passionately. He had caressed and kneaded her breasts and had even tongued her pussy briefly. On her part she had fondled his large pole that she had missed for more than two weeks. Both of them needed that brief liaisons. It had subsequently led to lusty mating between them two days later in her bed.
Her eyes yesterday had automatically gone towards the old house when they visited Prabu’s ailing father. Prabu’s house, the pink jasmine flowers had all together had invoked all the desires she had so desperately tried to suppress. Now as she lay beside her husband the memory of her first lovemaking with Prabu, the first time she cheated on her husband, the first time she lost her chastity forever came rushing back to her mind. She couldn’t resist those thoughts from entering her mind once again. On that fateful day…..
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