Adultery The Resonance Vector

[picchimanishi]

I would like to start a new story. More than erotica, I think, this story gives a fun for a reader. Hope everyone will enjoy and have fun while reading this story.
 
The incidents and characters in this story are completely fictional. Resemblance to any real person to the characters in the story is completely coincidental.

[picchimanishi]

Right now, my mind likely has too many competing thoughts running at once like a fan, currently, rotating in front of my eyes. The ceiling fan rotating is making so many rotations per minute which is technically abbreviated to rpm. Still, it is not moving anywhere. It feels like I have got way too many mental tabs opened right now. It is completely normal to feel this way when life gets overwhelming. Let's hit refresh and close a few of those mental tabs together so that the feeling of being stressed will be reduced as the load on the brain getting reduced.

I can’t undo the things that were already done. Whenever I try to get back into the past to delete certain memories, messier my present turns. My Education, I don’t want to undo it. My job, I can’t undo the beautiful memories I had made during my working period. My marriage to Vaibhav, I don’t even dare to erase it. I got a perfect husband with perfect in laws.

Then why I am thinking to change my past? Why have I wasted an entire paragraph which seems useless when the reader gets nothing from it? All the letters I have typed to create a paragraph are gone into void. This is so disrespect to a reader who has selected this story out of many stories in this forum.

You and me are sharing the same screen. Yet our worlds are different. You are seeing this screen from outside world, whereas I got stuck inside this gadget between so many transistors interconnected inside the chip of your gadget. Our languages ate different too. I need to communicate in 1s and 0s to narrate this story which are later converted by these transistors into the prefixes, morphemes and suffixes forming into a meaningful sentence.

The ceiling fan which I have been watching for past 20 minutes got invisible by the opaque body that is now occupied my body. I am not in a mood to worry about the ceiling fan which is making useless rotations. My eyes now switched their vision from ceiling fan to the other pair of eyes which turned to red. That redness is not caused due to the expansion of tiny blood vessels on the surface of the eyes. It is completely because of the burning of passion. I lost myself looking into those eyes like they are hypnotising me.

Slowly the face, the owner of those burning eyes, leaned onto my face and caught my lips with its two lips. Again, I am able to watch the ceiling fan which is still rotating, like to finish its task which has started when the switch, which is placed in a module mounted to the wall beside the king-sized bed, has turned on. I lost my vision over the fan again but this time not because either of those burning eyes or the opaque face. But because of my eyelids closed my round black eyeballs interrupting to see the ceiling fan.

I didn’t close my eyes to avoid looking at the ceiling fan. It is a complete involuntary action. This has happened because my nervous system bypassed all my conscious thoughts and skipped the thinking part of my brain. As a part of involuntary actions, my legs got widened to accommodate a heavy masculine figure between them. And surprisingly that heavy figure got lodged between my legs. A wand of flesh entered into me through my womanhood making me oblivious towards the things happening around me. My hands are not able to type the words because of that sweet invasion. All the letters I am typing are getting shattered. I wanted to let out a soft moan, but these transistors are not so programmed well to translate my moans. Also, my moans are muffled into another mouth which is anchored to my mouth and eating it.

Another involuntary action took place. My hands. They started moving onto the hips of the heavy masculine body. I think my nervous system got damaged. I don’t why it is preparing me to encourage the foreign invasion. That sceptre which had pierced my womanhood is getting out and my hands are stopping its exit. I know it is not exiting. I know it will pierce into me deeper this time. Still my hands are trying to pull to make that invasion deeper than it does.

The masculine body started its thrusts into me. Slowly I am feeling like the letters on the keys I am typing are disappearing leaving just keys on keyboard without labels. If you see any spelling it is not because of my unawareness of vocabulary. It is completely because my helplessness of identifying the specific keys to form meaningful words and sentences. The thrusts slowly got into pace that now I can’t dictate my words clearly to the transistors, the world which I got stuck.

Wkh vhqwhqfh brx duh uhdglqj qrz lv flskhuhg dqg qhhgv d vshflilf frgh wr ghflskhu lw.

The sentence is not mis-spelled. The transistors inside your gadget converted my words into another secret language. And they came with a solution to overcome this problem. The transistors are telling me through their charged electrons that each letter has shifted to 3 letters ahead. For example, W which becomes T when 3 got minus from it. So, the word Wkh turns into the word “The”. I am sorry for creating all this mess. It is all happening because of the foreign invasion into my womanhood.

First, it blurred my vision, I lost the count about the ceiling fan had made because of the blurriness it made. Then, my eyelids themselves closed my eyes. My legs got widened to accommodate that heavy masculine figure between them. My hands moved onto the hips of that heavy figure to encourage massive thrusts into my womanhood. Did you observe what those thrusts made again?

They made me to lose my mind into another world. I forgot I was thinking earlier. These thrusts broke the synapses and made them weaken. Those got disconnected from the circuits which created memories. That’s why my brain is not even trying to recollect the thoughts I had indulged at the beginning of this chapter.

That masculine body has covered the entire chapter as well as my entire body. My round, soft mounds are getting crushed by the flat chest of that body. Two hands moved down onto my thighs and widened them more to get the full access of my womanhood.

The thrusts became heavy and their pace got spiked. This spike is pushing me into another world. I don’t know how I am seeing this world with my eyes closed. I am in the world of pleasure, which I never want to come out of it. This world is so beautiful, and the thrusts are getting heavy and heavy. My ears are listening the sounds created by the collisions of our bare bodies. My moans got muffled into the other mouth. I can’t pull them back to make you hear how they sound. My hands on those hips are still signaling that my body wants more of those thrusts. I wanted to say “Faster, faster and don’t stop ramming”. But unable to say due to locked lips.

But this heavy masculine figure understood my intention and replied with accurately faster and heavier thrusts. I lost myself in those thrusts. That figure moved its hands down and widened my legs more and put them on its shoulders and getting more access to my womanhood. I opened my eyes and turned my head a little.

A purple-colored shirt and grey colored pant are hanged on the chair which is very near to the bed. A black color leather belt is still hooked to the belt loops of the pant. My salwar and kameez are invisible beneath those male clothes. The position our clothes are also much similar to our positions.

That figure released my lips which vented out a heavy gasp just after getting freedom and moved onto my soft mounds. My body is feeling sensations. Obviously, my hands moved into the hair of that figure to pull onto my mounds signalling to munch as per its wish. I feel like all the blood in my body is gushing towards my pelvis. A torrent of liquid entered into my womanhood, and I too feel I have released some torrents. Definitely both got mixed in that tunnel of my womanhood.

I feel like tired after releasing the torrents of liquid. Wait a minute, who is this masculine figure on top of me. This is not Vaibhav’s. Now the destroyed synapses started making their connections back into the circuit. Now I got remembered what I was thinking at the beginning of this chapter after looking at the ceiling fan rotating with the same magnitude.

“Right now, my mind likely has too many competing thoughts running at once like a fan, currently, rotating in front of my eyes. The ceiling fan rotating is making so many rotations per minute which is technically abbreviated to rpm. Still, it is not moving anywhere. It feels like I have got way too many mental tabs opened right now. It is completely normal to feel this way when life gets overwhelming. Let's hit refresh and close a few of those mental tabs together so that the feeling of being stressed will be reduced as the load on the brain getting reduced.”

I feel like stuck in this loop of pleasures. My mind constantly warning me about the consequences to be faced. Still the world of pleasures is pulling me back so that I can’t avoid this.

Now the letters are forming into word, words into sentence and sentences are grouping to form a paragraph to indicate the reader whoever is reading this chapter that this chapter is about to close now. The end of this chapter is waiting a few words away.

End of Chapter 1

[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

[Hotgiri]

Pls add gif to story

[picchimanishi]

Pls add gif to story

Sorry, I am not a big fan of GIFs or images in between because, I believe that the storytelling and creative freedom of readers will be affected by those. I am extremely sorry for those who are really got disappointed. I hope everyone will understand this.

[picchimanishi]

When I opened my eyes after a nap of about 20 minutes, I felt the warmth of the room is getting vanished, and the ceiling fan is successfully serving its service to cool the room’s temperature. Bhargav’s body is still on my body, and I am surprised for getting a sleep of 20 minutes bearing the weight of Bhargav over me.

 

                My position is still the same when we both reached our climax. My chin on the left shoulder of Bhargav and my hands travelled under his armpits, beside his broad chest and formed a ring to hold his shoulders from his back. My legs are widened till my thighs to provide him as well as his tool enough while ramming my cave. Bhargav is still sleeping with his head buried into my neck.

 

                Only the periodical sound emanating in the room is the ticking sound of the wall clock whenever the seconds hand is making its move indicating that the time is running. I glanced at the clock and realized it is the time to get up and get ready that all of the family members are about to arrive soon starting with the kids, mine and Bhargav’s, then my mother-in-law who went to the temple and finally my husband, Vaibhav, who might be working sincerely to increase the productivity of the company he is currently working for, without having knowledge of his own wife’s intimate encounters with his own elder brother, Bhargav.

 

                I have pushed Bhargav aside to get up and thankfully he slipped from me and still didn’t get out from the sleep. I took a towel from the almirah and went into bathroom to have a bath. While having the bath, I felt the water is not just cleaning the stains were made while making love with Bhargav but also felt like it is cleaning the marks of our illicit relationship.

 

                With a lot of thoughts, I finished my bath and wiped all the wet droplets over my body and entered into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my naked body covering from the boobs of nipple level to the upper level of my thighs, just below to my love hole, and saw Bhargav still lying naked on bed with sound sleep. I started wearing my clothes with wearing inners and then wore salwar and kameez completely covering my entire body only to expose my face, neck, arms and feet.

 

                I woke up Bhargav and asked him to get ready as other members of the family are going to come at any moment and he lazily moved into bathroom with a towel on his shoulder. I started adjusting the bed to vanish the mess created by our bodies during the passionate union.

 

                It was easy for me to boast that I had always managed to sweep every past mistake under the bedsheet, but navigating this secret relationship while keeping my family completely in the dark is a completely different kind of crisis. After adjusting the bed, the author asked me to leave to avoid the upcoming danger which effects the secrecy of affair.

 

                I twisted the doorknob and in just few seconds I have seen myself in the mirror which is placed near the wash basin in the living room. Author added the glow to my face which I usually gain after the wonderful satisfaction from the carnal pleasures. Still, I felt something is missing and it took 2000 milliseconds to realize that it is vermilion. I reached the puja room and took vermilion and applied it on my forehead and again checked whether it is applied properly and yes, it is perfect.

 

                While I was about to open the living room door, I heard the sound of calling bell and my body felt a small shiver for that unexpected sound. It was a feeling of a big vehicle honking its horn right behind us of about 2 to 5 feet. I opened the door and surprisingly I found my mother-in-law on the other side instead of the kids.

 

                Fortunately, she didn’t observe any miscalculated movements of my body, or we can say that this the writer’s convenient writing to not implant any doubtful thoughts into my mother-in-law’s mind.

 

                “Bahu, could you please prepare a ginger tea for me? My head is spinning due to long distance travel.” She asked by resting her body on the sofa.

 

                “Ji. I will prepare it. Just give me few minutes” I replied by taking the things she carried from the temple. I put those in the Puja room and headed towards kitchen and stopped at Bhargav’s bedroom.

 

                “Jethji, I am going to prepare ginger tea for Mummyji. Do you want anything other than that?” I shouted to know whether he needs something other than that.

 

                “Ginger tea is enough, Bhuvana” Bhargav shouted back. I know that is the answer he going to reply. I just confirmed through his words and also wanted my mother-in-law that respect my jethji.

 

                I entered into kitchen and started preparing the ginger tea. While having a look at the boiling tea my mind is giving thoughts of my life.

 

                The conclusion to which my story comes is that my life is one alone, uniform and dense as over-boiled tea, where the sharp ginger of my hidden romance has dissolved entirely into thick milk of my domestic routine, leaving a singular, dark brew where you can’t distinguish the ingredients of my choice.

 

                While the tea was brewing kids came into home. Mintu directly came into kitchen “Mummy!!!” yelling happily and behind Mintu Nandu too came and said, “Chachi, could you please give us milk?” I said, “Sure Nandu. First, you both go and fresh up. By the time, you freshen up, milk will be ready.”

 

                “Thanks, Chachi. And where is the laptop? I have some things to search related to my computer classes” asked Nandu. “I think your father has taken into his room. Check his room once”, I said completely indulged in brewing tea.

 

                Nandu and Mintu left kitchen and the ginger tea is ready. I poured it into two cups and put in a tray to serve to my MIL and Bhargav as well. First, I served to my MIL who was sitting on sofa and forgotten this world by immersing herself into a bhakti channel telecasting in TV. Then I entered Bhargav’s room to serve the other cup to him. Meanwhile, I observed Nandu searching for laptop and by seeing me he said, “Where did he kept it? Honestly Chachi, the two men in this house have the best setup. Neither of them had to buy a second thing. They just share everything if anyone of them bought”

 

                “You don’t worry. Fresh up yourself. I will find it for you”, I said and sent him to his room. I kept the cup of tea on the table beside bed and informed Bhargav about it and found the laptop in his almirah and headed back to living room.

 

 

                I put it the laptop in the children’s bedroom and shouted, “Madhu! I placed the laptop on your bed and be careful with it”. While I was saying this, I felt like the brightness around me got reduced and darkness is slowly taking place and a notification has popped on the screen indicating as LOW BATTERY. My story won’t be prolonged unless the device is recharged. And complete darkness has covered entirely indicating the end of the chapter.

 

End of Chapter 3

[Sasuke22]

Update bro

[LovePookie]

wow what an excellent start

[picchimanishi]

Update bro

I try my best to update by this weekend. If not, by the next Wednesday it will be ready. Though I have complete idea of the story and its progressions, I do not have physical form. Even I am ready with the update, my mind constantly pokes me for improvisations.  Thank you for your reply and hope you are enjoying the story.

[picchimanishi]

wow what an excellent start

Thank you so much

[picchimanishi]

I didn’t know the time, but it is obvious to me that it is midnight. My husband, Vaibhav, is snoring beside me. I used to add my chorus to the snoring of my husband usually. But today I am not able to sleep. I know the reason as well. 100% of battery in the phone didn’t just accelerate the story but also brought the brightness that lost in the previous chapter though it is midnight.

 

The words flown out from Nandu this evening are still echoing in my ear.

“Honestly Chachi, the two men in this house have the best setup. Neither of them had to buy a second thing. They just share everything if anyone of them bought”

 

Those words made me to travel back 3 years, means not exactly 1095 days or 26280 hours. It made me to recollect the memories which were created in my brain approximately 3 years back.

 

The words said by Nandu are acting as cue activation. My prefrontal cortex took the cue and directing the retrieval effort. My hippocampus index identified where the scattered fragments of my specific memory are located across the cerebral cortex and the brain started firing the exact same pattern of the neurons that were active when the event happened. Finally, all the sensory fragments are attached like surroundings, senses etc. back together into a conscious thought.

 

The surroundings around me started reshaping. The time started running back to 3 years and my brain took me to a restaurant where me, my husband, my Jethji and our kids Mintu and Nandu just had our dinner after hectic shopping for the nearby festival. It had been 2 years since Anitha di had expired.

 

A bunch of male young guys (I think they were from the same locality of ours) also came to have dinner in the same restaurant. My husband and Jethji were paying and I was picking the shopping things and alerting the kids as the time was to leave. Then I heard one of them saying, “These two brothers, Vaibhav and Bhargav, under one roof are lucky to share this amazing beauty one after the other”. I was really taken aback by those words but acted like nothing heard. Festival kept me busy with household chores to not to give a thought about those vulgar words.

 

After the festival, when I got free from al the chores, my mind, as mentioned in the above process, started giving a thought about those filthy words. More than anger or rage, I had thought to provide my Jethji, the love he missed after the death of his wife, Anitha Di.

 

I started the game of seduction and changed the pattern in my behavior when I was with Jethji alone. Initially, I felt like he was oblivious to the change in my behavior. But it worked actually, and my mind, as usual, slow in grabbing the important observations, failed to grasp his gestures.

 

One day when I was sweeping the floor, he was reading his subject to explain the topics to his students the other day. I wore a salwar of low necked and that day I did not have any intentions to attract my Jethji. But I observed his reflection in the mirror and shifting his glances between book and my exposed melons. After observing that he was ogling at me I felt happy and started to show him more.

 

Five minutes later, I asked him, “What is the topic you are preparing for tomorrow’s class Jethji?”

 

” Ahh!!! Atoms and Nuclei. It is very helpful topic for those want to become experts in Quantum Physics, Bhuvana”, he mumbled first and then replied.

 

“Is that topic has anything related to elastic collisions?” I asked in return. “This is so basic topic. In physics everything is interlinked. So, there may be somehow related to that topic. But as of now, what I am preparing is nothing to do with elastic collision”, he acted like clarifying the topics to me and questioned me, “Why did you ask so?”. I kept my face innocently and replied, “I observed your looks and thought maybe you are preparing for elastic collision topic” and smiled to encourage. I sensed a kind of confusion on his face and left the room swaying my back more than usual.

 

The next day, I observed a change in his behavior, and he was behaving so formal with me. I felt so bad for him and told I was happy with old Jethji ogling at me. “That was instinctive action. I forgot that you were my brother’s wife. I just a woman in you as a man in that weak situation”. I replied to him, “If you feel happy in seeing me as a woman then I will be happy in seeing you as a man.” Those words are not said in playful way but emotionally flown from my mouth. “This is wrong, Bhuvana. We shouldn’t be doing this. More than brothers, Vaibhav is like my best friend. I can’t cheat him.”

 

“I know that “We shouldn’t be doing this” Jethji. But I know your body is mourning for the physical pleasure it missed since the death of Didi. I can’t replace her. I am just trying to make you happy. This family is a nice family. My life as a housewife maybe hundred times more beautiful than any other. I don’t want to force you to cheat my husband. Even I hate to cheat him. I am just informing you that if you really want those physical pleasures then I am ready to provide you”, I replied and started leaving room.

 

I left the room and return again and assure him, “Don’t worry about someone may know about us. I will take care of the secrecy. No one knows about illegal affair or relationship”

 

I thought my words worked on him and one day he returned home earlier than usual. I asked him about that and he replied, “Today’s classes are finished and my Wednesday afternoon schedules are leisure with no other classes.”. He asked, “Where is mom?”. I said, “Mummyji went to temple”.

 

“Are we alone?” he asked with exclaim. ‘Yes Jethji”, I replied.

 

“I thought about our secret relationship. I know we are doing wrong but sometimes my body betrays me and it only looks for a woman touch and doesn’t worry about the relation with the woman who is touching it. I want it like an emotional affair more than only physical affair”, he said with his low voice.

 

“I will manage with the secrecy. But be as my Jethji when we are with someone” I replied. “Call me Bhargav when we are alone. I like it that way”, he said pleasingly.

 

That day, my mind had many thoughts. We were not yet physical, but our minds are already started cheating our family. That afternoon I was standing in the balcony and thinking about how to bear the guilt. And how to face my husband from there onwards.

 

With all these thoughts in my mind I tilted my face to look at the bright sky but surprisingly the darkness has covered the entire sky. This darkness is because the same me who is actually lying beside my husband remembering all the happenings for the inception of this illicit affair is feeling sleepy. When the past me checked the present me, she was already slept, burying the past herself in those memories. This is also a clear signal for the readers about the end of the chapter, and the story will be resumed once the closed eyes of Bhuvana are opened. Good night.

End of chapter 4

[LovePookie]

excellent writing

[Curiousbull]

You have an amazing writing style. Please keep it up.

[picchimanishi]

excellent writing

Thank you so much. Also feel free to alert me about your discomforts with the plot or any of the story elements. Your feedback may help the other readers hooking to the story.

[picchimanishi]

You have an amazing writing style. Please keep it up.

Thank you so much. Also keep on suggesting me with your valuable feedback.

[picchimanishi]

My mother-in-law just took a towel and having her bath while Bhargav is eating my lips in his bedroom. Not just him, I too started eating his lips and this happens usually before he leaves to college. We send off each other with raw lip kisses mostly or a kiss of love over my forehead when he does not have time to eat my lips.

 

It’s been a long time since I have opened my eyes. The author has overslept and didn’t know what has happened before I entered into Bhargav’s room and shared a kiss with him. So, I am taking that responsibility to narrate what has happened while author was sleeping.

 

Nothing much has happened since I woke up. It is my daily routine. I woke Vaibhav up to do his daily workouts. Then kids. I, usually, do not enter into Bhargav’s room when people around us, unless they were busy or sleeping. I prepared the breakfast while kids were getting ready for their college and mother-in-law doing pooja. I arranged the kids’ lunch boxes. As usual, Nandu immersed himself in a mobile while eating and I once again reminded him, "Keeping screens away from the table restores mindful eating by allowing your body to naturally sense when it is full." I know understanding those words are highly impossible for Nandu’s age.

 

They left after their college bus has arrived. Then, Vaibhav appeared at dining table with a regular dialogue, “You look so gorgeous when you are indulged with the house chores.” I smiled and said sarcastically, “That’s why I am still sustaining in this house. Otherwise, you would have married a woman much gorgeous than me”. He laughed for that and signaled me to arrange breakfast. I have arranged breakfast for everyone on the table and shouted, “Let’s have the breakfast first. You can carry with your works after this”.

 

My mother-in-law and Bhargav joined us at the dining table, and we had our breakfast with giggles and playful words. Usually, Vaibhav leaves earlier than Bhargav as his office timings are bit earlier than Bhargav class timings. Or this may be the liberty took by the author to create a personal space for me and Bhargav to have our kisses. Sometimes, Bhargav behaves bold and takes out my two milkies if the dress I wear is co operable and munches over them.

 

This is what actually had happened while the author was sound asleep. Now, I am handing over the narrating charge to the author as I don’t know how to take this story forward. Though the story is writing by the author, I am the one actually narrating from the beginning. I begged the author to shift the POV from me to any third person. Still no use. In return I got convinced by the words that my voice is cute than any other. I don’t know how the readers are listening to my voice.

 

After Bhargav left for college, I felt very tired but not in a mood to sleep. I gave my mother-in-law her daily medicines that she has to take after breakfast. Lunch is already prepared as I was preparing the food for the kids’ lunch boxes. So, I will be free till the evening as I feel it is better to clean all the utensils at the same time after lunch.

 

I went into my bedroom and laid on the bed. Took out the novel beneath the pillow as I have placed it after reading some pages before the lights were turned off. I pulled, with the help of bookmark, the exact page at which I have stopped reading last night and started reading.

 

“I used to view the world as a cold, disconnected space where everything just collided by accident. My thoughts were a tangled web of heavy, dark, and exhausting patterns. Yet, the second you arrived, the heavy clouds parted and everything finally became clear. You are the force that brought rhythm to my life, making my entire world feel whole and deeply meaningful.”

 

Wow! What the wonderful lines! Protagonist really feels so deep about her entry into his life. The words are too straightforward to understand; the emotion of the protagonist added the layer and made those lines too emotional. Wait! Wait!!! I feel like I heard the words similar to the concluding words somewhere from the mouth I knew better. Who is that person? What are those words?

 

I am trying hard to collect the incident. My disconnected synapses in my brain started connecting and are helping me to collect the memory which is almost placed in the recycle bin. My brain first retrieved the words I have heard similar. Those words are:

“My life was nothing but background static until you arrived and turned it into a beautiful song.”

Yes. These are the words I heard from my manager, but he was not saying to me. Back then, I have worked as a software developer before taking the prestigious position of daughter-in-law in this house. I felt so poetic about those and turned at the face whom he said to those. It was Jayanthi, my colleague who is 5 years elder to me. This incident actually didn’t happen in the office. I was walking in the park, nearby to my maternal house at my native, in the weekend holiday.

 

I felt so fascinated about those words and turned to have a look and found my manager and senior were involved in illicit affair. I was astonished after finding them there. I wouldn’t have concluded that they were involved in physical illegal affair unless I noticed their position.

 

It is a kind of park in which makes you feel like homo sapiens are extincted. These two are hidden deep inside a bush. I am gazing at the happenings inside the bush. Jayanthi is almost topless and my manager, Ravikanth, is kissing her lips and pressing her milkies with his hands roughly. Her moans are generating in her mouth and dying in his mouth. My thoughts were so naïve by that time. She is married to someone, and he is married to another one. But why these two are doing this here. What happens if their spouses come to know about them?

 

How can they come to know? I have seen them accidentally and this is not the location where they actually live. So, they won’t find anyone who knows them. At office, they never behaved like they were involved in the affair. They behave they are strangers to each other when we are around them. But I didn’t notice how they behave when no one was around them.

 

“Ahh!”, a sharp voice of Jayanthi brought out my thinking world. She was lying with her bottom exposed and legs widened and manager took his position between her legs and her sharp voice obviously conveyed that he entered into her. He pulled his tool till the edge and again pushed with a force making one more,” Ahh!” emanating from her mouth.

 

I left the place leaving them to enjoy their privacy. While I was leaving with the fast pace of footsteps, I heard those footsteps like heavy heartbeats vibrating from my heart. With those heavy heartbeats I opened my eyes and found the paragraph in front of my eyes printed in black color which is contrast to the color of the page which is base for those printed letters.

 

To be honest, Jayanthi and Ravikanth’s affair taught me a lesson of, “If you wear the mask of a quiet, predictable person well enough, you can build an entire burning world right under everyone’s noses, and they will never smell the smoke”. That is exactly what I am doing in this house.

 

Me and my mother-in-law had our lunch, and she went to have sleep. I laid on the bed and started thinking about my situation. Suddenly, a ding-dong sound of our calling bell is chimed. I got surprised as today is not Wednesday to expect Bhargav. I adjusted my dupatta expecting Bhargav might have returned. But I got disappointed when I have opened the door. It is the author with a serious look on the face. “This update is enough for today. Let’s close this chapter here and I want you to have some rest. The next update is about to conclude your story. I want your help and we both need to work on that. So, now go and have some sleep”, said to me. I closed the door and walked disappointedly towards the bedroom and closed my eyes inviting the sleep.

 

End of Chapter 5

[Curiousbull]

Ha ha very funny. Nice

[picchimanishi]

I have just felt like this story has opened in a new tab. But I am not going to narrate the story from the beginning. I will resume where it has ended in the previous chapter. Also, I have clear instructions from the author that this story is going to end today. Without a delay, I am entering into the story.

 

Roads of a metropolitan city are gleaming in the lights placed all over the street. A roaring car running through that street has stopped near a tea stall. Its door was opened from the driver side and a man in tuxedo stepped out of the car. The guy who was waiting for him in the tea stall shouted at him.

But his voice was inaudible due to my phone ringtone loudness. I got distracted form the movie I was watching in the TV and checked my phone.

 

It was the call from Bhargav. I muted the TV volume and answered the call, “Hello!”

“Is mom going to temple today?” Bhargav asked.

“Yeah. She is preparing her things to leave, and she may leave at any minute”, I replied

“Okay. Have you had your lunch?” he asked.

“Just now finished and watching a movie on TV”, I said.

“Which movie?”, one more question from Bhargav.

“Some detective thriller movie”, I replied lazily.

“Just ping me after mom left. I will start then”, he said.

“Okay. Bye”, I said and disconnected the call.

 

An hour after the call me and Bhargav are lying naked on the bed in his bedroom. We have just finished our first round. Bhargav just rolled off from me and my body felt amazed after physically satisfied I turned to my right placing my hand beneath my head and pulled a bedsheet upon my body till waist. My upper body is still exposing to the afternoon light which is penetrating into the room though the window curtains.

 

Bhargav moved himself into the bedsheet and placed his left hand around my waist and asked, “How was it?”

I tilted my head so that he can see the left side of my face and said, “Nice. I enjoyed more than you think”.

 

“When are we going to stop this?”, he asked.

 

I turned my head a little more towards him so that more part of my face is accessible to see from his side and said, “Do you want to end this? Are you feeling bored of these?”, I asked moving his hand from my waist to my big round meaty mounds.

 

“Bored? I feel our connection is permanent quantum entanglement. No matter the distance or time, my state is entirely dependent on yours. You are my perfect resonance vector. The magnitude of my attraction towards is infinite and the direction is absolute. The movement of these oblate spheroids during my heavy thrusts creates a natural frequency which amplifies my energy rather than letting it decay. Boredom would literally violate the laws of thermodynamics”, he said clutching his hands over my boobs.

 

“I didn’t understand a single word in what you said now. But I like the way how you relate my body assets to the terms you use in your professional space. Our love is not going to end until you get bored of me. But author is planning it end our affair today. The readers will be oblivious about our activities, but we can continue our affair in the beautiful prison of these transistors turning on and off to provide us enough electricity to continue our lovemaking sessions”, I said pushing my waist a little towards his pole.”

“What about Sandhya?”, he asked with little curious in his face,” Is she ready for what Vighnesh has proposed to her?”

“I think he will ask her about his proposal once she finished the task”, I replied smilingly, “You don’t worry about her. Focus on the current moments”.

 

“You are gaining a fat here”, he said pushing his pole in the slit of my ass.

 

“It is not fat. It looks like fat, but it has widened because of your heavy thrusts. We are playing this game once in a week. I feel so sad about it whenever you pounced on it after controlling your week hunger”, I said rotating my waist to wedge his pole in my slit.

 

I felt the hardening of his tool, and he moved his hand from my boobs to my chin and turned my face to eat my lips. I willingly tilted my face and caught his lips with mine. Within no time, our tongues started a war. As he felt my posture is rigid, moved his hand over my waist pulled it to adjust his pole between the bulgy mountains. He succeeded and his pole’s tip touched my hole which made me to turn my face straight and broke the kiss. I put my face into the pillow to muffle my moaning.

 

He took off the bedsheet completely upon us and got out of the bed. He stood at the edge of the bed and pulled me holding my calves. I completely turned towards the bed and my milkies are flattened between by body weight and the bed. I thought he would enter into me while I lay on the bed. But he pulled me to level that my legs came out of bed till knees. He placed his beneath my waist and lifted it to signal to place myself on my fours. I lifted my ass balancing the body weight upon the knees and also lifted my upper body part balancing its weight on my elbows. As my back has lifted from the bed, my boobs got freed and started hanging. They are oscillating slowly according to my slow body movements.

 

Bhargav with his left hand opened the slit to clear the path his into his love hole. With the other hand he held his pole and place its tip at the entrance of my love hole. The lack of eye contact amplified every other sensation. Unable to see his face, I became hyper-aware of the firm weight of his hands anchoring me in place. The cool air from the fan brushed against my back.

 

Slowly he pushed his large and hardened pole into my hole. A deep, rhythmic friction took over, a relentless tide of warmth that blurred everything outside of this room. He started making his movements holding my big ass tightly with his hands. With every movement, the intensity built from within, a coiled spring of tension tightening deep in my abdomen. I arched my back to meet his pace, completely consumed by the blind, electric alignment of our bodies. I clearly sense the frantic movements of my boobs for his thrusts

Our movements fell into a heavy, unbroken cadence, a steady friction that radiated outward until every nerve felt alive. The pacing shifted from deliberate to instinctive, a mutual rhythm. Each glide forward felt deeper and more consuming than the last. It was a choreography, our bodies sinking into a shared space that required no words.

 

Bhargav bent a little leaned onto me without interrupting his periodic strokes. The absolute weight of his body pinning me down felt deeply grounding, a solid anchor against the dizzying waves of physical sensation. I managed to lift my ass the high it can reach but the body above from waist is uncontrollably descending onto the bed weighing his muscular body on its back. I placed my faced on the bed and my left cheek is rubbing on it. Bhargav’s hands moved onto my oscillating boobs and kneading them as well as getting the support while ramming his darling’s pleasure hole.

 

I can’t see him, but I feel every single shift in his weight. There is no hesitation anymore. I have completely handed my reins over to him, and his is violently riding me, but the irony here is that violent riding is creating pleasures deep inside me. There are no worries, no outside world, only the loud rush of our breathing and the electric pull tightening inside me. My body is instinctively arching to meet his thrusts every single time. He is groaning right against my ear. His groans are doubling the warmth inside me. This isn’t just physical now. The absolute gravity of how we are aligned right now feels like we are fusing together in the dark.

 

The pace in his thrusts increased and made me to ask him for faster than what his pace is carrying now. My moans are reverberating in the room. The thought of other man ramming me heavily while my husband is working hard at office oblivious to his wife’s illegal affair thrilled me a lot.

 

“Faster, faster”, I grunted in ecstasy. I sensed the increase in the pace after listening to my words. A sound similar to the sound of claps is emanating whenever our bodies meet. It will be easy to guess what is happening here from the outside of this though nothing appears from there. My hair got messed, body is glistening with the sweat perspired due to the inside heat. Every strand of my hair is wetted by the sweat.

 

The internal tension finally snapped, a sudden, blinding rush of heat that rippled through my entire core. My fingers clawed into the sheets as the second wave of the release broke over me. Darkness is still occupied in front of my eyes though they are opened. My eyeballs rolled over as my body is shivering from the uncontrollable pleasure. “I am about to hit climax” words rolled out of my mouth hardly. “Same for me here”, I heard his words at my ear along with a warm breath exhaled by him.

 

His strokes became slower but deeper than before. His pole is hitting the deepest spot in my cave whenever he made his attempt to reach the unreached regions. I felt streams of his fluids flowing deep into my tunnel. I turned my head, catching the sheer, dark intensity in his eyes just as the final wave shattered my remaining restraint. “Right there”, he whispered kissing my lips, his grip tightening upon my boobs as we both gave in to the rush. His full weight completely fell upon me.

 

Minutes passed. The pole which ravaged me for the past twenty minutes came out of the grip leaving its vomited traces deep inside my tunnel. A smile flown into my face as the pleasure is still revolving in my head. This may be a sin. But I am not feeling guilty for what I did with Bhargav. Sometimes, the stolen moments between me and Bhargav when the family members are still at home bring the thrill.

 

Though the guilt was sustained for few days during the inception of this affair, it got washed off by the pleasures I received from Bhargav. Whenever I see the full satisfaction smile on his face, I feel like I have won this entire world alone without any single warrior on my back. I enjoyed a lot with Bhargav.

 

I and Bhargav are lying on bed, as Bhargav still fell over me with his entire weight on me. As this is the last day for us in this story, I feel all the characters disappearing from the story like air. First, I felt Nandu and Mintu dissolving their fictious selves in the air. Then my mother-in-law and my husband vanished. I have few words to say before getting evaporated from this story. “Don’t waste your age. The days won’t be back once they are passed. Use every moment wisely, Sandhya. Think about Vighnesh once”.

 

Now, I am feeling me and Bhargav evaporating into the transistors of your electronic device in which you are reading.

 

End of the Story
 
“What the fuck?”, I yelled after reading this story. No one heard my words as there are nobody at home. “How dare you, bastard? I am going to blow the hell out of your mind once I see you tomorrow in the office, Vighnesh”, I continued yelling after reading this disgusting story.
 
End of Chapter 6

[picchimanishi]

Ha ha very funny. Nice

Thank you so much. Happy to see that my story is entertaining you