Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIFES by stranger_women

[Ramesh_Rocky]

LAST PART

Now it'll be his turn to scream inside. Now he'll have to face the fact of the world outside this warm pungent room. Without looking, he'll feel her beside him buttoning up her nightdress with the deft fingers that were exploring his rectum as dawn broke, buttoning away the breasts that he covered with his hands, his saliva and his come, and he'll be ready to make love again, but know that it isn't going to happen, not today at least. He'll be sore too, so sore that this latest erection will bring tears to his eyes as it rips the battered purple head of his small but perfect penis from the nest of fine hair where it has been sticking since the last time. As the skin stretches, tiny granules of Monisha will fall from it as a fine powder on to his stomach. When he raises himself to get out of the bed, he'll find that his elbows have been rubbed raw.

I went into work, and managed to give an impersonation of a human being. It was a struggle. My mind was back in the house. Rajat getting his things together and leaving. How they would kiss goodbye, what they would say. The idea of that kiss troubled me, stupidly. What Monisha would be thinking. Mainly that. She'd still be drunk with pleasure. Could she possibly make any rational decisions?

She couldn't. When I arrived home, as nervous as a kid on a first date but as worn out as an old man, neither of us knew what to say. We were shy with each other. We were so considerate, all our actions jerky and awkward. We talked about the news and the weather and the dog. At bedtime I noted without comment the fresh new bedlinen. We held each other close, and both cried in silence.

She shifted slightly, and winced.

"Ooh, my cunt. It's absolutely ruined."

I put my hand over it.

"I feel your pain" I said. She smirked.

We woke in the middle of the night, surprised to find we'd been asleep like that, our faces sore and the lights still on.

"You didn't . . ." I ventured, "you didn't pillow talk about me with him, did you?"

"Oh no," she said. "I wouldn't have had any of that."

That was something of a relief, at least.

"Anyway," she went on blithely, "we were too busy fucking."

It served me right. I managed a puffy smile down at her little face. Just before I clouted her with the pillow.

"That's OK, then" I said. "Are you all right?"

"No" she snorted. "But I'm here, aren't I?"

I reached for the switch, and sank into the darkness.

(END)