Adultery The Possession

[Henry]

The hungry stomachs of both of them are grumbling as soon as they get out of the bath. After taking a bath, Soma wears a black blouse and a black colored cotton saree. White color design on saree. Soma prepared the food and placed it on the table, Dawa said----Today we will eat on one plate.

Soma frowned and said---I will not eat your orts.

Dawa pulled Soma on his lap and said---Didn't you take my spit and saliva during the kiss? Feed me rice.

Soma spread the broth on the rice and put it in the mouth of Dawa Ji. Dawa took the food in his mouth and chewed it a little. Then he himself made a mound of rice and gave it to Soma's mouth. Soma chose a fish fork and feed a piece of fish to Dawa. When Dawa brought the chewed food of his mouth to Soma's mouth, Soma said hatefully----What are you doing? I will not eat your chewed food.

Dawa said with serious anger---Shut up! Listen to what I'm doing. Love grows by eating food from each other's mouths.

Dawa put the chewed food of his mouth into Soma's mouth in a kissing pose, taking the food from Soma's mouth in the same manner.

Then Soma herself started feeding Dawa by her hand and Dawa began to feed the chewed food in Soma's mouth. They started kissing each other repeatedly. It's a strange feeling. Even though it's a bit messy, Soma feels like they're becoming more of each other by doing so. Soma's heart is trembling with love. She is caressing the hair of Dawa ji's head with her left hand. On her own, Soma kisses Dawa's chewing rice dirty face and snatches away his chewed food.

Dawa said---If there is no one at home, we will eat like this from now on. You will sit on my lap and feed me, you will eat the chewed food of my mouth. I will also eat your chewed food. There is no more difference between us, Soma, we are each other now.

Soma is getting depth of love in Dawa Sherpa's words. These days she no longer feels alone. She has one who accompanies her all the time, loves her, gives her sexual pleasure, and controls her like a tough man. One is a fifty-two-year-old low-class man and the other is a forty-year-old married, highly educated, higher middle class college teacher woman. Both of them are of mature age, their deep illicit love affair will face many hurdles. But now it seems trivial to both of them.

After eating, Soma took the plates and went to the kitchen. She started washing the plates there. Dawa said from the living room---Soma, where is the lighter?

Soma cleaned the dishes and came to the living room wiping her wet hands. She saw Dawa Ji standing with a bidi on his lips. Soma smiled, fetching the lighter from the kitchen and lighting it in front of Dawa's face.
Dawa moved his face to the lighter lit by Soma's soft fair wet hand wearing 'shankha pola'. He looked at Soma as she lit the bidi. A romantic situation developed between the two, Just like a married couple. As soon as the smoke came out of Dawa's mouth, Soma extinguished the lighter and pinched his nose---Doesn't leave smoke on the face, I don't like it.
Dawa pulled Soma closer and said---Rand, there is nothing between us that we don't like. We are husband and wife now.

Soma said with a shy face, rubbing her hands on his chest----If there have sub ji, you should forget these things.

---Yes. But without Sab ji, I am Sant-Antu's dad.

Soma kissed Dawa's chest and said---I want to be Keshvi's mom, Dawa ji.

Dawa left a smoke of bidi on Soma's face and said---One day I will take you to my home in Tunglu. I will take you to our girl's father-in-law's home then. You will meet our girl and son-in-law.

---Will this really take me to your village? Your village is very beautiful. When I went to there that time, I didn't want to leave.

---Now that is your father-in-law's house. You have mother-in-law there. Soma, will you call my mother 'maa ji'?

Soma has become romantic. She looked at her Dawa ji and said---how is our maa ji?

To be continued...