16-03-2019, 03:01 PM
"Preeti?" He whispered. Harinder leaned down and brushed away her face to look at her. She didn't meet his eyes even when he caressed her cheek. He kept his hand on her face until she looked up at him.
His heart skipped. After everything, he knew he still loved her. His beautiful, sweet Preeti. Whatever had happened. He had to forgive. And, eventually, he would try to forget.
He lifted his wife to a sitting position and placed his finger under her chin, lifting her head until she looked at him.
"I love you. No matter what. I always will. I know I scared you. I was ... I was angry."
A dark voice asked him why he was the one doing the apologizing. She was the one who had cheated on him. She was the one caught fucking another man in his bed. He thrust those thoughts back. That voice was so quick to forget what he had done that night. He was in no place to judge his wife. Not anymore.
Brushing back her hair, he kissed her forehead. As she began to cry, he pulled her toward him. Her body heaved with sobs. He felt her tears on his bare chest.
"Come on," he said, lifting her up. They would talk about it, years later. Then, she would tell him the man was her distant cousin -- someone she had once loved and, feeling lonely, had thought to rekindle that feeling. She had slept with him once before the day he had caught them.
Now, while she still clung to him, her sobs of fear and shame subsiding, he led her to the washroom. He looked at her and made a feeble attempt at a smile. She continued to look down until he again pulled her head up.
"I ... I'm so ... so, sorry." She whispered, barely audible. "I love you. Please, don't make me go."
He took her face in his hands, looked down at her and then, as her lip started to quiver, he quieted her with kisses. Harinder tasted the saltiness of her tear-marked cheeks. Her soft lips. At first, she did not move, just accepting his kisses without response. Slowly, the tension in her body left and she began to meet him with her own lips. He put his hands on her back and pulled her into him. Wrapping her arms around him, Preeti pulled herself tighter into him, until she was clinging to him.
They stood holding onto each other for long minutes, before he pulled away from her. "Let's get cleaned up."
After leading her to the washroom, Harinder began to undo the buttons of her night suit. One. Two. Three. She looked up at him. Her chest heaved. Four. Five. Six. The pajama top fell open to reveal her light brown skin. Harinder felt his member wake.
Placing his hand on her chest, he trailed it down to her navel. She closed her eyes and shuddered. His cock twitched.
Taking the lapels of her shirt, he slowly peeled it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
"Everything is okay," He said quietly, looking at his naked wife. "It's okay."
He trailed the back of his hand along her sides to the swell of her high, round breast. The breast was firm under satin-like flesh. Her nipples, modestly small, hardened to pebbles against subtle areolas.
She inhaled.
His cock twitched.
"Its okay. Everything is okay." He leaned down to kiss her again, his hand dropping down to her waist, his thumbs hooking in the waistband of her pajama bottoms as he peeled them down. She breathed into his mouth, her tongue hesitantly flicking forward into his mouth as his hands moved to rest on the small of her back. He pulled her into him, his heavy member now rubbed against her pelvis as her breasts crushed against his hairy chest.
He cradled her in his arms, breathing in her scent, caressing her back, running his fingers through her black hair. He didn't know how long they stood there like that, but eventually he stepped back and led her into the tub-less shower. He turned the tap on and then removed his own underwear. His cock sprang free, hanging down heavily in a state of semi-arousal. Looking down, tentative and unsure of herself, Preeti ran her hand along its underside. Harinder moaned and blood coursed through the veins, slowly hardening his cock.
Moments later, the two of them were entwined in each other arms under the beating hot water. He bathed her first. Lathering her hair with a shampoo that smelled of jasmine; then, a sandalwood soap to wash her back. His hands drifted to cup and massage her bottom, before his hands moved up her sides. She shivered under his touch. He covered her arms and then each hand, finger by finger, prolonging the time the were under the water. When his hands went to her shoulders and then down her chest to add the lather to her breasts, she mewed and arched up on her toes. She ran her fingers around his back, losing them in the thick fall of his own long hair. His cock was now erect -- the massive shaft iron hard, the foreskin retracted to reveal the bulbous, purple head.
His heart skipped. After everything, he knew he still loved her. His beautiful, sweet Preeti. Whatever had happened. He had to forgive. And, eventually, he would try to forget.
He lifted his wife to a sitting position and placed his finger under her chin, lifting her head until she looked at him.
"I love you. No matter what. I always will. I know I scared you. I was ... I was angry."
A dark voice asked him why he was the one doing the apologizing. She was the one who had cheated on him. She was the one caught fucking another man in his bed. He thrust those thoughts back. That voice was so quick to forget what he had done that night. He was in no place to judge his wife. Not anymore.
Brushing back her hair, he kissed her forehead. As she began to cry, he pulled her toward him. Her body heaved with sobs. He felt her tears on his bare chest.
"Come on," he said, lifting her up. They would talk about it, years later. Then, she would tell him the man was her distant cousin -- someone she had once loved and, feeling lonely, had thought to rekindle that feeling. She had slept with him once before the day he had caught them.
Now, while she still clung to him, her sobs of fear and shame subsiding, he led her to the washroom. He looked at her and made a feeble attempt at a smile. She continued to look down until he again pulled her head up.
"I ... I'm so ... so, sorry." She whispered, barely audible. "I love you. Please, don't make me go."
He took her face in his hands, looked down at her and then, as her lip started to quiver, he quieted her with kisses. Harinder tasted the saltiness of her tear-marked cheeks. Her soft lips. At first, she did not move, just accepting his kisses without response. Slowly, the tension in her body left and she began to meet him with her own lips. He put his hands on her back and pulled her into him. Wrapping her arms around him, Preeti pulled herself tighter into him, until she was clinging to him.
They stood holding onto each other for long minutes, before he pulled away from her. "Let's get cleaned up."
After leading her to the washroom, Harinder began to undo the buttons of her night suit. One. Two. Three. She looked up at him. Her chest heaved. Four. Five. Six. The pajama top fell open to reveal her light brown skin. Harinder felt his member wake.
Placing his hand on her chest, he trailed it down to her navel. She closed her eyes and shuddered. His cock twitched.
Taking the lapels of her shirt, he slowly peeled it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
"Everything is okay," He said quietly, looking at his naked wife. "It's okay."
He trailed the back of his hand along her sides to the swell of her high, round breast. The breast was firm under satin-like flesh. Her nipples, modestly small, hardened to pebbles against subtle areolas.
She inhaled.
His cock twitched.
"Its okay. Everything is okay." He leaned down to kiss her again, his hand dropping down to her waist, his thumbs hooking in the waistband of her pajama bottoms as he peeled them down. She breathed into his mouth, her tongue hesitantly flicking forward into his mouth as his hands moved to rest on the small of her back. He pulled her into him, his heavy member now rubbed against her pelvis as her breasts crushed against his hairy chest.
He cradled her in his arms, breathing in her scent, caressing her back, running his fingers through her black hair. He didn't know how long they stood there like that, but eventually he stepped back and led her into the tub-less shower. He turned the tap on and then removed his own underwear. His cock sprang free, hanging down heavily in a state of semi-arousal. Looking down, tentative and unsure of herself, Preeti ran her hand along its underside. Harinder moaned and blood coursed through the veins, slowly hardening his cock.
Moments later, the two of them were entwined in each other arms under the beating hot water. He bathed her first. Lathering her hair with a shampoo that smelled of jasmine; then, a sandalwood soap to wash her back. His hands drifted to cup and massage her bottom, before his hands moved up her sides. She shivered under his touch. He covered her arms and then each hand, finger by finger, prolonging the time the were under the water. When his hands went to her shoulders and then down her chest to add the lather to her breasts, she mewed and arched up on her toes. She ran her fingers around his back, losing them in the thick fall of his own long hair. His cock was now erect -- the massive shaft iron hard, the foreskin retracted to reveal the bulbous, purple head.
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