Adultery Sakshi's Universe

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--Next Day---
The phone buzzed, snapping me out of my dreamy haze. I glanced at the screen, and seeing Meena’s name flashing made my stomach flutter. I picked it up quickly, my fingers trembling slightly with excitement.
“Hello?” I answered, trying to sound calm, but my voice betrayed the lingering thrill in my chest.
“Sakshi! Finally, you picked up!” Meena’s voice exploded from the other end, full of curiosity and anticipation. “I couldn’t sleep all night, da! I’ve been dying to hear what happened. Don’t you dare skip a single detail!”
I chuckled, the warmth flooding my face as I sat back against the headboard, twisting the bedsheet between my fingers. “Oh, Meena… it was more than amazing. It was everything I didn’t know I was missing.”
She gasped, already squealing. “Tell me, tell me right now! What happened? How did it start?”
I lowered my voice, glancing instinctively toward the closed door. “He made me feel wanted, Meena. Not just touched—worshipped. The way he kissed me, the way he held me… I felt like a woman again. Not like a housewife with chores and crying babies.”
“Oh my god, that’s what I wanted to hear!” she giggled. “And did you guys…?”
“Yes,” I whispered, then added with a mischievous grin she could probably hear through the phone, “We didn’t even use protection. Honestly, Meena, I don’t think I’ll ever use one again. It felt too real, too perfect.”
“Sakshi!” she gasped in mock horror. “You’re insane—and in love. I can hear it!”
I laughed. “It’s not just love. It’s like… I was starving and didn’t know it. Ramu fed something in me Murugan never could.”
“And how do you feel about your dear old Murugan now?” she asked teasingly.
I snorted. “Murugan? Please. I can’t even imagine letting him touch me again. It’s like comparing a soggy dosa to a crispy, spicy masala one straight from a tawa. The man’s completely useless in bed, Meena. Always was. I used to make excuses just to avoid him.”
“You terrible woman!” Meena burst out laughing. “But I get it. You’ve been reawakened. There’s no going back now.”
“And that’s not all,” I said, voice dipping lower. “Ramu has this thing… he made a rule. My breast milk is for him. Only him.”
“Wait, what?” Meena asked, stunned.
“Yes! He said he wants to be the only one to drink it. Not even my son. He asked me to stop breastfeeding entirely—said my milk belongs to him now.”
“Sakshi, that’s insane… and kind of hot,” Meena admitted with a laugh. “He’s really claiming every part of you.”
“Exactly,” I said, voice tinged with awe. “And the way he does it… he drinks it like it’s holy, like it’s the only thing he needs to survive. It’s intense. But you know what? I love it. I love giving it to him. I feel desired in ways I never thought possible.”
“Girl, you are living the dream,” Meena said, still reeling. “Just be careful. That kind of passion burns bright—and wild.”
“I know,” I said softly. “But for now, I want to burn. I want to be consumed. I’ve never felt more alive.”
There was a pause, the kind that stretches with understanding.
“Well then,” Meena finally said, a smirk in her voice. “When are you seeing him next?”
I laughed. “Tonight, if I get lucky. He said he wants round two. And honestly? So do I.”
“Keep me updated, okay? And next time—no radio silence for hours!”
“I promise,” I giggled. “You’ll be the first to know.”
As I ended the call, I hugged the phone to my chest for a moment, a stupid grin spreading across my face. My body still hummed with the memory of last night, and my heart raced at the thought of what tonight might bring.
I had stepped into something wild, something dangerous—and I didn’t want to step back.
----Chapter 2 end -- to be continued in Chapter 3---