Adultery The Resonance Vector

[picchimanishi]

When the author started writing this chapter, we were still on the bed lying naked. But our positions were not like the same where the last chapter has ended. I turned to my left side and drawn a bedsheet up to my shoulder level. My left arm is under my head.

 

The room was perfectly still. The heavy warmth of the afternoon has covered this paragraph. The curtains are drawn closer and the sunlight filtered into blue colour by the curtains. The latched door doesn’t allow the others in the house to know about what is happening here. Of course, there are no one at home now, except me and my brother-in-law, Bhargav.

 

Bhargav slowly entered into bedsheet and moved his right hand onto my waist. I felt the warmth of his hand. His fingers are tracing the curves and waist folds. He pulled me with strength towards him and immersed his face into my neck. My left hand went into his hair pulling him into my neck.

 

He kissed my neck and whispered slowly, “Sometimes, I look at you and I wonder how can a person carry so much. You handle the kids, the house, my mother, your husband and me as well. You do it all without a single complaint, Bhuvana. Anitha never could find peace in this chaos. She used to get so overwhelmed by the smallest things. But you… you brought a quiet strength into this family.”. His hand slowly moved up from my waist and cupped to hold my right boob. But I lost somewhere in his words.

 

My brain started recollecting the words he had just told. “Anitha never could find peace in such chaos...”? Is it true? Obviously not.

 

An incident with Anitha flashed in my mind. I feel like the digital clock placed on the table beside the bed running backwards. The minutes, hours, days, months and years run back and my position is still the same how I am now. But the only difference is the time. I travelled in time to seven years back. No, the author wrote like I have travelled in time. But the actual truth just my mind is recollecting the incidents happened seven years back.

 

The latch of the door is twisted and just after that the door is opened. Anitha entered into room, and saw that I was lying on bed. An aroma of jasmine flowers followed her. “Hey! It’s been 11 Bhuvi, get up and ready. We have a lot of chores to finish.” Anitha said to me. I felt ill and struggled to got up and this was not unnoticed by Anitha. She came to worriedly checked my position and asked “what happen?”

 

She understood the situation and again told me to not get up and get some rest. But I insisted that chores would be left as how they were. Her soft beautiful hand came over my head.” Your body is not in a position to handle today’s chores. Just leave them to me. I will take care of everything. You just get some rest”, she said patting my hair.

 

“But the chores are….”, I muttered.  “Shush”, she shushed me. “Don’t talk much. I will tell Bhargav to inform doctor to make a visit and have a look at you. Till then you are not allowed to keep your toe out of the bed. I’m taking over today, you just rest. Why do we call it a family if we don’t share our roles and responsibilities?”

 

I don’t know why Vaibhav was not home on that day. Anitha took care of me that entire day and also managed the chores single handedly. Maya hadn't been overwhelmed or angry; she had been a force of pure, vibrant grace. Anitha hadn't been overwhelmed or angry; she had been a force of pure, vibrant grace. I still remember her “Good Night” wish while closing the bedroom door.

 

The door’s latch twisted back to its normal position after she left the room. Again, the calendar started moving fast towards the present. Now I sailed back to the present with Anitha’s husband, whose right hand is playing with my right boob. I held his hand and moved it onto my left boob for equal justice.

 

The memory of Anitha faded from my mind. I twisted my head towards him and said, “Stop boasting me like that” my voice is low and soft, “Anitha was the one who held this house together when it mattered most. She was a beautiful, strong woman and everything I am doing now is only because she taught me how to care for this family. You never understand the human emotions. Because you are a physics lecturer. Now that she isn’t with us. It is simply my turn to continue her legacy. I am just carrying her roles and responsibilities.”

 

He didn’t offend for my words. My words about his wife make him feel proud and his love towards me got multiplied. My body sensed it through the glitch of his hand grip over my boob. I saw a slow but cunning smile growing on his face and understood his intention.

He pulled the bedsheet off from our bodies and once again this author successfully made us naked. Bhargav pounced on to me like a lion over its prey to fulfil its hunger. He turned me to face the ceiling again and my back laid flat over the bed. I felt the bounce of my tits for that sudden twist. He placed his right hand on my left boob and lowered himself to put his mouth on my left one. His dual attack made me moan and the moans grew little loud once my brain signaled that no one at home. My guilt, for doing this with my hubby’s elder brother, has faded between the spaces of these words.

His face slowly moved towards my face and our lips locked. We started tasting the nectars of each other. His legs started parting my legs and his 55-year-old, strong body started occupying my 39 years, voluptuous body. Within a few seconds his pole is swimming deep inside my hole. His face started kissing my neck and moans started growing in that room for his raw and strong thrusts. “Bear my weight, baby, this is also one of Anitha’s roles and responsibilities.” he grunted and thrusted his pole deeper.

My eyes are getting closed and the light in the room seems like getting dim. The bedsheet is getting crumpled more and more. Seems like the author has planned to end the chapter here while my moans are reverberating in this room along with the sounds of bed creaks and our bodies collision.

End of Chapter 2