Episode 1.

I walked out from the bathroom with a big towel wrapped around my body. The towel
was tied up over my breasts so that only the start of my cleavage was visible. Even
though the towel was wet it still did not stick on any other part of my body as it
flowed over my corpulent breasts. It hung down up to about half way down my thighs
so that my rounded smooth thighs were visible to whoever was lucky enough to be
here. I walked to the dressing table nearby and stood in front of the long mirror
there. My face was fresh, devoid of any makeup but I knew I was still lovely to
look at. That was not arrogance, just a statement of fact. I have been told that
many times by many people since my teens. I plugged the hairdryer on and started
drying my wet hair. After ten minutes I was satisfied that it was sufficiently dry
as my now slightly curly tresses beautifully framed my face. They fell loose around
halfway down my back.

I sat down on the little stool in front of the dressing table. I reached in front
and took a small bottle of maroon nail polish that was on the dressing table. As I
crossed one leg over the other, one end of the towel fell open to the floor
exposing almost the whole of my thigh. The other end was still stuck wetly to the
other thigh and only my crossed legs hid my pussy from being exposed. I opened the
bottle of nail polish and leaned forward. My breasts were large enough that they
now they slightly rested on the top of my thigh. I applied the nail polish on my
big toe nail and the second toe with the toe ring around it. I looked at my
handiwork with dissatisfaction and immediately took a tissue and wiped off the wet
nail polish from the toe nails.

“Hmm hum.. this is not right, your nails should flash brightly even in the dull
light Swetha,” I murmured to myself.

I put aside the maroon bottle and took the bottle with the shinny silver nail
polish. I started on the same two toes like before. This time I liked what I saw
and I continued till I had applied to all the toes on that leg. I crossed my leg
the other side and now the other end of the towel also fell open and now both my
bare thighs were exposed. I quickly applied polish to the toes before starting on
long nails on my fingers. I admired my own handiwork on my long, manicured nails.

“His body will definitely tremble in excitement when I caress it with these
fingers,” I laughed to myself.

“What was his nick name again among his friends hmm yes BRS short for big rod
Shiva. Well let’s see how he controls himself when these long slender fingers
squeeze that ‘rod’. My soft lips automatically stretched in a small smile at these
thoughts.

Some men with small bodies would have a large penis completely disproportionate to
their body size while in some cases it would be other way around with big men and
small or average penis size. I did not know this from experience, just gossip among
women folks. Yes, we women talk just as much about men as they would about us. In
Shiva’s case however if his reputation is true, his tool would be very appropriate
for his five feet eleven inches frame. Not just his height but that body too. I
waited for about two minutes to let the nail polish dry. Then took a large bowl and
a flask I already had ready and went back to the bathroom. I filled up the bowl
with water and opened the flask and poured out the ice cubes into the bowl. I
dipped the fingers of both my hands into the cold water for around three minutes.
When I too them out the polish was well set as droplets washed over smoothly over
the shiny nail surface. I did the same for my toes, one leg at a time before
walking back into the room leaving the bowl and flask in the bathroom. I can get it
later. It was not important now. I went back once more to the dressing table and
stood in front of the mirror looking at my reflection. My right hand slowly reached
up to the left side of my body where the end of the towel was pushed in around the
wrapped towel. I slowly pulled at it and let the towel fall to the ground. I looked
at the young woman staring back at me on the mirror.

“Did this look like a body of woman who had given birth to a child?” I asked
myself.

My already large breasts appeared a little bigger now than when I was an unmarried
woman but I was happy to note there was no sag there yet. My stomach was quite firm
and flat but for some slightly visible stretch marks but that can’t be helped. What
I could do however was the great effort I had taken to maintain that figure. Yet
motherhood had had it’s say. I had put on a slight bit of weight in spite of my
best efforts but it only made me more voluptuous I was told. This body should
attract any man but would it attract that BRS. Of course it would, I dismissed that
thought straightaway. My eyes moved down from my stomach to my thighs. For my five
feet six inches height they did look long and attractive. They were rounded and
smooth without any hair on them. Caressing those soft, smooth flesh would be many
men’s dream. It surely would have been Shiva’s too but it would soon become a
reality only for him. My eyes moved to the spot where my thighs met. The hair
absent from my legs were there in a v shape, not in abundance but in a thin carpet
like covering, hiding the love treasure from being conspicuously clear to the naked
eye. The dark contrast of that to my body made it more alluring to the eyes.

I opened my make up box and started applying make up to my face. After about ten
minutes I looked at the results, My doe like eyes was made more attractive by the
eye-shadow and kajal around it. My cheeks slightly reddened with blush and my soft
slightly thick lips had an attractive coating of red lipstick elegantly applied.
Knowing it would not last long on my lips I still had taken great care to apply it
attractively. Only then it would mesmerizingly attract the opposite pair of lips
towards it, in this case Shiva’s. My long thin nostrils flared slightly in
excitement thinking about what I was soon going to embark on. Overall, not only a
lovely face but a sexy face stared back at me. I walked naked, without any feeling
of embarrassment to my cupboard. As I took each step my breasts would gently sway,
my buttocks would move with the sway of my hips. If Shiva was here to see this what
would have happened? Probably would have started leaking for him I laughed very
softly, inaudibly.

I took out a matching set of red lacy panties and bra. Soon I was in full attire, a
red chiffon sari covering my sleeveless gold blouse and the deep cleavage from
sight. Yet it was transparent enough to give a hint of the beauty hidden there. My
smooth bare arms were visible on one side. Would he want to kiss me there I
wondered in anticipation. My sari was tied a few inches below the belly button. I
walked up to the dressing table again and twirled my body this way and that way
admiring my own effort in making myself attractive. On one side the curve of my
bare waist and the smooth stomach was visible along with the hard thrust of my
breast against the blouse. In the back a vast expanse of my flesh was visible
covered only by a small stretch of cloth of my blouse. This was not my usual blouse
but one made specifically for tonight’s use.

I was married when I was 24 and now at the age of 28, I am a mother to a one and
half years old baby boy. This bit of maturity has given more elegance and oomph to
my looks. I puckered my lips trying to look like a vamp as I admired myself. Those
lips lucked very succulent. Surely Shiva’s lips would want to suck and chew on
them. His would be the second pair of lips to do so after her husband, Mahesh. No
one else had tasted them, not even during my college or college days. Another
thought came to my mind and I blushed at the thought in spite of myself. These lips
would soon wrap around another person’s cock. From all accounts one that was long
and thick. From what I had heard from Shiva’s reputation, quite a few women’s lips
had already done what I was soon about to do. Also, by the fact that those women
would go back to him again and again confirmed that he also knew how to use the
gift nature had given him. Therefore, I was unlikely to be disappointed tonight in
bed. If I was going to sleep with a man other than my husband then it should not
become a let down. For all accounts sleeping with him had never been a let down for
any women yet. So there was every chance that a delightful night awaited me.

Shiva loved conquering women and married women were especially his specialty.
However, it was not so in my case. He didn’t seduce me, instead I chose him. I had
met him several times when I had been along with my husband. Even in the presence
of my husband his eyes would boldly strip my body. I could clearly see his lust for
me in his eyes. Getting me to his bed was a challenge for him. He had tried to
pursue me the few times we had met but since my husband was not a very particularly
close friend to him the number of times we met were very few and that had thwarted
his hopes. That is until I chose him.

“Wait dear boy, you are going to get what you dreamed of for so long,” I thought to
myself.

I put a small red sticker bindi on my forehead and vermilion on the parting of my
hair. I took out my mangalsutra chain and placed it outside my blouse and pallu. I
was a picture of a typical Indian wife. Not that of a chaste looking one but that
of a very attractive and sexy wife. Maybe it can even be said like a wife who is
getting ready for the first night. In this case a first night with her lover not
her husband. The look that would instantly cause a stirring in the loins of any
red-blooded man and would make that man want to take that gorgeous creature to bed.

I went back to my cupboard and took out the black pair of high heels shoes I had
bought. Those too were especially for today's occasion. When I walked with the
heels on, the sexy movement of my hips and buttocks were more accentuated now. As I
moved I thought, even when I am dressed normally Shiva would look at me with those
longing eyes. Now that I am dressed to kill what is going to be his state. I walked
back to the dressing table mirror for one final look. I was satisfied with what I
saw. I recollected what Shiva had told me.

“I must clearly feel that another man’s wife has come to give herself to me. Only
then I would really enjoy removing every bit of your clothes one by one from your
gorgeous body. Kiss every exposed part as I remove your clothes knowing I am
kissing the body that belongs to someone else and finally feast on the sexy body of
not just another unknown man’s wife but here the wife of my friend. A beautiful
sexy woman who had disturbed my peace for so many nights,” he had whispered to her
on the phone.

My husband Mahesh was watching me while lying on the bed, with deep sorrow in his
eyes. Yes, that’s right. My husband knows that I am going to sleep with my lover,
his friend, in a short while. That did not mean he was sending me happily to enjoy
myself. In fact, this was causing him great pain but he had no choice. There was a
reason he was powerless to stop me. The reason for that happened two months ago to
this day. It was not that he was a weak man incapable of satisfying his wife. He
was a full-blooded man more than capable of satisfying any woman and that was the
reason why this situation arose.

Episode 2

Exactly two months ago I had asked permission and had returned home early
afternoon. I used my key to unlock the main door and enter into my apartment. The
first thing that caught my eyes was my husband’s shoes on one side, just inside the
entrance of our apartment. As I was thinking ‘what, he’s back home already,’ I
suddenly also happened to notice a pair of ladies shoes a bit further away. These
were not my footwear. For a moment I was puzzled, then the thought struck me.
That’s when my heart beat started to raise up. Suddenly a chill went through my
body as I feared something bad about to happen. I just froze on the spot not
knowing what to do. It was then I heard faint sound of a woman’s moaning. I closed
my eyes tightly as my whole world darkened. I forced myself to open my eyes again.
Now I was certain the sound was coming from beyond the closed door of my bedroom. I
walked stunned towards the door like a zombie with all my senses dulled. As I stood
in front of the bedroom door the sound was much more audible now.

“nng…nngg….that’s so good … do it faster Mahesh darling….yessss….angg….angg…” the

voice of that unknown woman was like a spear to my heart.

“humpp….god your so tight Gauri… don’t you have much sex with your husband,” this
was clearly my husband’s voice.

“sss… haahh…if he did his work properly …hngg….why would I need your cock in my
cunt so often…aahhh…ahh…fuck me….harrdddd…”

One thing was abundantly clear from this. This was not their first time together.
They had been secretly enjoying sex together for some time. From what she said, she
too was married and this was not some young woman trying to steal my husband away
from me. That means this was just for their own pleasure. As I came out from my
stunned state a rush of blood went carousing to my head as sudden anger filled me.
I opened the door fast and went in. Luckily it was not locked from the inside. They
did even realize that I had come in. The woman had her eyes closed as she enjoyed
the joy my husband was giving her. She had her arms and legs wrapped around my
husband’s body as his hips pumped up and down like a piston. The sight of the two
of them fornicating with gay abandon was nauseating to me.

“Mahesh…,” I shouted in anger and agony.

The two of them froze for a second then, stunned, reacted quickly. Mahesh rapidly
got off her body as she too sat up shocked. The both of them looked at me
dumbstruck by my unexpected presence there. I could see the fear in the woman’s
face but there was something more than that on my husband’s face. Fear… yes, more
than that.. pain??.. sorrow??.. regret?? I was too angry to think much about all
that. The only thing for me was that my husband had betrayed me. He had broken my
heart. He quickly tried to hide his nakedness. His penis had rapidly lost its
erection and had shrunk back to its normal size. That bitch .. what was her name I
heard … yes Gauri .. pulled up the bed sheet to cover herself … my bed sheet. My
face was contorted in anger but at the same time copious streams of tears were
flowing down my cheek.

“Mahesh… how can you do this to me…in what way have I ever neglected you…,” I
shouted in a choking voice that displayed both my anger and my distress.

My husband was the first one to gather himself. He tried his utmost to pacify me
but I was not having any of it. I was too hurt to listen That bitch quickly started
dressing up.

“You dirty bitch… you slut… your itchy cunt needs my husband you whore….,” I
shouted at her with all the dirty words I knew.

I was so choked with anger that I couldn’t even find the words to curse her. I got
to know later that she was my husband’s colleague and that their affair had just
started four months ago. Four months!!!.... he has been sleeping with her over
these four months and I had been sharing my bed with him at the same time. I felt
deeply disgusted.
“You bitch.. I’m going to tell your husband about your sickening behaviour,” I
threatened.

Hearing this both Mahesh and Gauri became very agitated. “Please Swetha… don’t do
that .. he is a very rough man and is quick to anger,” both of them pleaded with
me.

Gauri was also thirty years old like my husband. There is a saying which goes like
– even if a man has a lovely wife at home, he will still seek a mistress even if
she looks like a monkey in comparison. In truth Gauri was an attractive woman too
but my own self pride said she was no match for me. It was not only my pride but
also the truth I thought. From the little I had heard earlier she did not get
sexual satisfaction from her husband. So, does that make it right to seek that
through my husband. My husband too had utilised that just like any other man. That
was hugely painful and disappointing. No matter how he pleaded I just could not
accept this betrayal and humiliation. We had a huge argument. By argument I meant I
did the shouting while he did the pleading. Somehow during that Gauri quickly
sneaked away from the house leaving the two of us to continue the argument. My
anger was more at my husband. No matter how she had approached him he should have
thought about me. He should never have cheated on me if he truly loved me.

After that day I did not speak to Mahesh for a week. I refused to even look at him.
He tried to talk to me many times but I totally ignored him and would immediately
walk away from him. I refused to even share a room with him. I would sleep in the
spare room with my son while he slept in the master bedroom. Over time my anger did
not diminish but instead was slowly smouldering within me.

One day I went up to him and said,” I want a divorce.”

“Swetha, our son is not even two yet. Think how this will affect him .. please
reconsider,” he pleaded with me.

“Did you think of our son when you slept with that bitch,” I retorted.

He was silent for a few seconds after this and then said softly,” I know I did
something terrible, please forgive me. I have broken off all relationship with
her.”

His words did not pacify me, instead the mention of that slut increased my anger
manifold. “Will you just forgive me if I slept with someone else and just broke off
the relationship after you caught me,” I spitted out my words.

The argument continued further that day and the following few days. He refused to
consider giving me a divorce but instead kept pleading with me. If one person was
not agreeable then the divorce would become messy. The reason for it would be known
to everyone. In a way it would not only affect his honour but also my dignity. I
couldn’t even go to my mother’s home without settling matters within ourselves. I
knew what my mother and father would say. They would want me to reconcile with my
husband. After the arguments had subsided, I again refused to speak to him. We were
like two strangers living in the same house. I myself started having self-doubts.
Were there some inadequacies in me? Was I incapable of fully satisfying a man? Was
that the reason my husband sought satisfaction elsewhere? All these thoughts were
very hurtful. I felt heartbroken thinking these things.

Over two weeks after that I had come to a decision. I again approached my husband.
“If we are to continue as husband and wife there is only one way.” I said.

There were beginnings of happiness on his face. He looked at me with hope on his
face. Finally, he must have thought that his nightmare would end. Little did he
know it was just going to begin.

“Tell me Swetha, I will do anything to make it right between us.”

“Are you sure about that,” I asked in return.

I could see that the tone of my voice was beginning to make him uneasy.

“Yes,” he replied, this time not so readily but with a bit of apprehension in his
voice.

“Well then, let me see. I too want to sleep with another man just like you did with
another woman.”

Mahesh was shocked, “ Swetha … What is this?? Don’t do that. If this is about
revenge…”

I cut him off,” I knew this won’t work. I was wasting my time. I want a divorce.”

I could see he was at wits end. He really didn’t know what to do.

I continued,” what did you say… was this about revenge? No, this is about lesson.
Only if you go through the same thing will you truly feel the pain and degradation
I felt. Then only will you never think of doing this to me again.”

He tried to reason with me but I was having none of it. Thereafter we continued to
live as strangers again. He realised that I would not relent. Finally, after about
a week after that he came up to me one day.

“Okay Swetha, as you wish. I don’t know if I am doing the right thing but I have no
other options. Do as you wish but I urge you to think things over again before you
proceed.”

Him advising me on the course of action had the opposite effect of raising my rage
further. After all that he had done what right does he have to counsel me, I
thought. After he had given me permission, I suddenly became stuck not knowing what
to do. I just couldn’t go and pluck a man out from the street and sleep with him.
This sleeping around business was not as easy as it seemed. It couldn’t be from
anyone within my family or Mahesh family circle. There were inherent dangers in it.
Similarly getting a complete stranger as a bed-mate was not very prudent either. I
thought for a while. Maybe someone from Mahesh circle of friends. That would
definitely cause more humiliation to him. I really couldn’t fathom my feelings on
why I wanted to punish him so much. Thinking of his circle of friends was when I
got reminded of Shiva. I had heard my husband and his friends talking about him and
his sexual exploits during one of the gatherings of friends and spouses. They were
not aware that some of us wives were eavesdropping on the conversation. We all
smiled hearing this. I noticed that in one of the wife’s face the smile was forced.

Later one my husband’s friend’s wife Aarti whispered into my ear. “I noticed that
you noticed Divya’s reaction too,” she said with a smile.

“Yeah.. you know something about that?” I asked puzzled.

“Oh boy do I not,” She said smiling.

“What?” I asked eagerly, always ready for a little gossip.

She looked around to confirm we were not noticed that spoke softly. “In one of the
parties I happened to notice Shiva signalling to her with a little nod and leaving
to go outside. After about five minutes Divya left too making sure no one see her
leave but she didn’t escape my eyes.”

This was delicious gossip,” Good god, what happened after that?” I asked thrilled.

“I couldn’t leave to follow straightaway as I had a few people talking with me. I
couldn’t stand the curiosity any further so I excused myself saying I needed to go
to the ladies and also sneaked outside.”

“You saw them??” I asked not able to control my enthusiasm.

Aarti laughed with delight at my eagerness. “Wait, I’ll tell you. I walked slowly
so as to not alert them about my presence. My eyes were slowly getting used to the
darkness of the garden. Luckily there was a half moon that night shedding some
light.”

I imagined to myself how that situation must have been. I sneaked a look at Divya
who was talking to some other wives not knowing her secret was being divulged to me
by Aarti.

“They were on a bench hidden from view by two small bushy decorative trees. I hid
myself to get a full show on what was going on. Divya was sitting on the bench with
Shiva standing in front of her with his pants and boxers around his ankles. I was
just in time to see Shiva pull out his cock from her mouth.”

I covered my mouth in shock on hearing Aarti describe what had happened. My eyes
were open wide in disbelief thinking how could someone cheat on her husband like
this.

Seeing my reaction Aarti said, ”This was the same way I reacted at that time.”

Aarti too had reacted in shock but not for the reason I had. The reason for her
shock became evident in her next sentence.

“You know Swetha I couldn’t believe it, he had a really huge one between his legs.
It was shining in the dull light with Divya’s saliva,” Aarti said wetting her lips
at the recollection of that erotic event. “It was double the size of my Namit’s
(her husband). You know I got a little tempted seeing that but I could never cheat
on my darling Namit, not even once,” she said.

Was that wistfully?? Was it because she couldn’t betray her husband even if she was
sorely tempted.

“He made her bend down with her sari pulled up to her waist. He didn’t even pull
down her panties .. he just pulled it to aside, placed the tip of that monster in
her cunt and shoved his cock in. I could hear Divya gasp, I don’t know in pain or
pleasure when he shoved that huge tool into her pussy. He then started plowing her
deep and hard.

Aarti hand automatically went on top of her breast as she described what she had
seen.

“Divya was holding on to the bench. She undid her blouse and pulled up her bra and
started kneading it herself. She had to close her mouth hard from screaming out in
pleasure. I saw her body shudder after a while. She must have come but Shiva
continued to fuck her. Don’t know how many times she came that day. I couldn’t stay
there long enough to find out and had to leave albeit reluctantly.”
As she finished her story, we both looked at Divya once more. She was talking and
laughing totally unaware that Aarti had just ruined her reputation with me.

“Is she still continuing her affair with him,” I asked curiously.

“Probably, I’ve heard that once a woman gets a taste of that huge thing he has
dangling between his legs she would become hooked to it,” Aarti said, delighted at
that image, Shiva’s cock evoked in her.

She seemed to be bewitched by the fact that one of our friends was engaged in an
adulterous affair. I thought maybe along with the delight there may even be a bit
of envy that she was not bold enough to do go through with something similar.

“Both Shiva and Sunil (Divya’s husband) are in marketing. When Sunil is out seeing
his clients to take care of their needs, Shiv is probably taking care of his wife’s
personal needs,” Aarti said with a laugh. I too softly laughed with her. Both of us
felt a little pity for Sunil. Little did I realise then that one day I too would be
going to sleep with that same lascivious rascal.

“You know Swetha, I’m not ashamed to say I was so wet down there that day when
seeing the two of them romping like that unashamedly. So that night Namit didn’t
know what hit him when we went to bed, but he sure did have the time of his life,”
Aarti said, not in the least embarrassed about sharing her intimate marital
matters.

Did I do the same to Mahesh that night I tried to recall now, but I couldn’t quite
remember as we usually had sex three to four times a week. So, it was difficult to
remember specific instances. Recollecting that event now, it occurred to me once
more that Shiva was the right choice. He would certainly satisfy me but more
importantly I thought all the men were a little jealous of him. So, the lesson for
my husband would be greater if I had sex with Shiva.

When Mahesh came back from work that day, (I had returned earlier from my office) I
waited for him to change his clothes to comfortable home clothes. I went up to him
as he sat on the sofa in the hall. He looked at me, his eyes once more apprehensive
as he probably anticipated what I was wanting to say.

“I have decided on the man I want to have sex with,” I said simply watching his
eyes as he looked at my face. “It’s your friend Shiva.”

Hearing this Mahesh’s eyes opened up in alarm. “No Swetha, not him. He isn’t a good
fella. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to stop you but it’s better you choose
someone else.”

My husband’s refusal made me even more determined that Shiva was the one who was
going to be my forbidden lover. I am very stubborn when I had made up my mind.

“No. I’m not asking for your opinion I’m telling you my decision. I want his phone
number,” I said as I walked away from him.

After a while I heard a message alert tone on my mobile phone. I took it up and
looked at it. It was from my husband. He had sent me Shiva’s number.

Episode 3

After receiving it I was confused what to do with it. In a fit of anger, I had
asked for it but now the reality dawned on me that I had to go implement my wish
for real. How can I just call him and say, Shiva come and have sex with me as I
want to teach my husband a lesson. Though I’ve met him I really didn’t know him. It
was going to be uncomfortable getting into bed with him straightaway. First, I
should at least get to know him. I looked at the time, it was just 8.15 pm. When I
might as well proceed, I thought. This is as good a time as any to start. I saved
his number and then checked to see if he was on WhatsApp. Sure enough, he was. That
rascal had a bare bodied pic of him as his profile picture. He seemed to be proud
of his body and I could see the reason why. For the type of activities, he was keen
on, he probably worked on getting it to that level, as sort of an asset for him to
attain his desires. With trembling hands (it was not easy) I typed out a message
and hesitated a moment before I sent it thinking let come what may, I am going
through with this.

Hi Shiva, how r u?

There was no reply immediately. It was a bit disappointing but then I thought it
was not reasonable to expect him to be looking at his messages all the time. After
about eighteen minutes I got a message alert tone. It surely must be him I thought.
My hands were shaking even more than before as I picked up my phone lying beside
me.

Hi, Swetha what a pleasant surprise.

How did u know it was me, I replied, puzzled he knew straightaway.

What’s so difficult about finding that out. I can see ur profile photo .. and a
lovely pic it is I must say.

I felt foolish. In my agitated state I was not thinking straight. Of course, he

would know.

How stupid of me, I wrote back.

I would never say that about a vision of beauty like u .. came the reply in a
flash.

So began our relationship. He would very frequently message me. I later found out
that he was so thrilled he couldn’t control himself. His dream of getting me was
now a very distinct possibility to him and hence his great excitement. Over a
couple of weeks our message became less formal and more intimate.

I saw you today with Mahesh .. u looked gorgeous even in blouse and jeans. He
messaged one day.

Where were u. I didn’t c u

I saw u n so did half the men around who were all staring at you mesmerized, he
replied with a smiley face.

Only half, I replied with a smiley face of my own.

The rest were too old that they can’t get it up or were either homos.

“Heyy.. u r going to get a beating from me, I replied but was actually smiling as I
typed it.

Further along the messages became even more intimate.

What r u wearing?
What do u expect at home.. b4 going 2 bed. nighty..

What’s inside the nighty..

U r getting 2 much..

We had started talking on the phone too by then but I did not permit him to come
and see me nor I agreed to meet him even though he begged me. I knew where that
would lead to and I was not ready yet for it. I also avoided messaging or talking
to him when Mahesh was around but that was not always possible so my husband knew
what was going on. The thing was there was nothing he could do about that.

‘You know Swetha you r noty.’

‘Y’
‘U shouldn’t have left me like that last night’

‘What??’

‘In my dreams he he but still ur lips was sweet’

‘shut up idiot’

‘he he’

‘don’t laugh’

‘I can’t’

‘Y’

‘paining down there ..since last night won’t go down after ur kisses’

‘chee’

‘it’s true all 10 inches’

Ten inches I thought to myself. Is he exaggerating? I cut him off that night and
didn’t reply to his messages but that was the start of more intimate and personal
messages between us.

Finally, one day I told him on the phone,” Shiva, do u really want me?”

“What question is that of course I want you, badly, I’ve been dreaming about
nothing else .. you really mean it.”

“Yes,” I said my voice trembling. I was taking the final steps. There was no going
back from this.

“Oh yes wonderful Swetha darling,” his delight was so clear in his voice. “Can I
pick you up tomorrow. We’ll have a fabulous time. I promise you won’t be
disappointed. We’ll be careful. Mahesh will never know.”

“That’s not a problem, my husband knows.”

This time Shiva was shocked, “what??? He knows!!”

“Yes.”
After a while he spoke again. “I didn’t think that Mahesh would be a cuckold. Does
he want to watch us fuck too.”

I don’t know why but I felt a bit of anger when he said that. “No, he’s not a
cuckold. He won’t watch us, let’s just say I have his permission.”

We continued speaking for some time. That was the day we picked and decided on the
day (night) we were going to engage in our illicit coupling. Now that day had
arrived.

I walked towards the cot on which my son, Ajay was sleeping. He was sleeping so
peacefully. How was he to know that his mother was soon about to frolic in bed with
someone other than his father. With his father watching me, I was going to my new
lover to offer my, till now, chaste body to him. After tonight of course it was not
going to be chaste anymore. I looked up to my husband who was looking at me with
saddened eyes. For a moment there that look in his eyes disturbed me but then the
thought came rushing back. Wasn’t it on this very same bed he was with that slut
Gauri. Didn’t I feel this same way on that day. The vision of Mahesh being on top
of her with his hips moving up and down had kept haunting me all this while. Try as
I might I couldn’t push that imagery from my mind. Every time that thought came to
mind I would still feel the pain inside me. Did he think of my feelings then I
thought, as my heart hardened once more.

“I have kept the milk formula powder and hot water in the flask. Feed him when he
cries. He would probably only wake up early morning to be fed,” I told my husband.

In not so many words I had informed my husband indirectly that the sex tonight with
Shiva was not going to be for only one round. I was going to spend the whole night
with him. The sexual heat and yearning that Shiva was in, he probably is not going
to let me sleep tonight either. With our many days of messaging and conversation,
we had become familiar with each other. Even then along with the anticipation there
was a bit of shyness within me. This was something new to me. In my four plus years
of marriage I had never been tempted to stray. I had all that I wanted with my
husband but now a dangerous but exciting chapter in my life was starting.

“Shiva will be waiting for me in the guest room, I have to go to him now.”

Yes, I was not meeting Shiva anywhere else. Shiva was right here in my house. My
first adulterous fornication was going to happen in the very guest room that I had
spent so many nights after I had fought with my husband on that fateful day. At
least I am not having sex in the marital bed unlike Mahesh. He could have at least
had the decency to use one of the other rooms rather than our own bedroom. I had a
quick glance once more at the mirror before I had to step out of the room. The
reason Shiva wanted me to be dressed like this was because of the thrill he was
going to get knowing my husband is going to see me so glamorously dressed up in
going to have my first cheating sexual intercourse.

“You know, Mahesh seeing you dressed like this, almost like a bride to her first
night and coming to me is going to give me a tremendous kick.” Shiva had told me on
the phone.

In actual fact this was more of a ‘kick’ for him rather than for me but
nevertheless I agreed to do what he asked. I had actually seen my husband having
sex with Gauri with my own eyes. I had heard her groaning in pleasure. How much it
had hurt me. Even my husband may not see me having sex with Shiva he would
nevertheless feel the same agony I had felt when he hears the sounds of pleasure
coming from the guest room as I and Shiva pleasured each other there. Maybe I was
behaving very cruelly but the anger burning inside made me ignore that. Shiva
speaking again brought me back from my reverie.
“Thinking of that my cock is already straining inside my boxers,” he whispered
hoarsely on the phone.

“When is that thing of yours not doing that,” I replied. I still could not get
myself to say the word cock.

“That’s because I’m always thinking of you and when I think of you my cock has a
mind of its own and always reacts like that,” he replied cheekily.

“Chee, you are an awful dirty fellow you know,” I said but he could make out the
laughter in my voice.

“Well you can laugh but you don’t know how much I am suffering longing to hold you
in my arms,” he replied forlornly.

I knew he had many women and still has many women he can call on to appease his
lust but I felt it was really genuine that he yearned for me above all other women.
I could provoke such desire in this modern-day Lothario. It actually made me swell
with pride but yet I alone was not enough for my husband.

“Soon,” was my only reply.

“When?? When?? He had asked eagerly.

“I’ll let you know when, till then you better control that thing of yours,” I
laughed out loudly.

“Swetha, don’t torture me like this,” he said pleadingly.

“Torture is good for your soul,” I replied. In actual fact I liked torturing him
like this and make him yearn for me.

Now that day he had been waiting for is finally here. I was going to sleep with
only the second man in my life. With a scoffing smile to my husband I left the
room. It was just a short distance to the guest room yet I realised my hips were
swaying a bit more than usual as I walked. Was that for the benefit of my husband
or the slut in me coming out even though Shiva could not see me yet. I opened the
door and the first thing that hit me was the gust of cool air. Shiva seemed to have
the air conditioner on in full blast. He seemed to be ready for what is to come.
From experience he seemed to know that sexual mating with him would provoke great
sexual body heat and the air conditioner would be essential to cool us down. I was
soon to learn how true that was before our first sexual bout had reached its
climax.

My illicit lover was lying in bed waiting for me. What shocked me was he was lying
there completely naked. Oh my god no wonder he had that nick name. Aarti had not
exaggerated when she had described his tool. His cock was fully erect with his hard
stomach muscles cushioning his rod and with the tip of its head almost reaching his
belly button. His friends had very aptly given him his nick name. Not just its
length but its thickness matching to its length. He had asked me to be fully
clothed with full make up before coming here but he was just lying here without a
single piece of covering on his body. See that huge cock again I though, how had
Divya been able to take this in her. I shivered thinking about that. Soon I have to
do that too. My husband was in no way small in this department. His cock was over
six inches long fairly thick and had always given me all the pleasures a woman
could want but this thing there between Shiva’s legs was something else.
Instinctively I averted my glance though I was tempted to look at it again. My
natural behaviour and shyness had taken over automatically.
“Hey Swetha dear, look at me,” he said.

I shook my head but he could see I was smiling. I felt rather than saw that he had
got out of the bed. Soft footsteps approached me. My breathing stopped for a
moment. I felt his presence beside me. I thought he would turn me to face him
directly but instead he took one of my hands in his. He pulled it and placed it on
something and wrapped my fingers around it. It was warm hard flesh. Yes, he was
making me hold his huge member in my hands.

“Look at it baby, its been like this all this while just for you.”

My face slowly, shyly turned without raising my head. There I was finally seeing my
hand holding his cock. My fingers were just about able to wrap itself around that
thick brown piece of virile manhood with my silver nail polish shining in the
bedroom light. He was truly equipped with a magnificent love machine.

“Do you like it,” he asked.

I didn’t say anything. He repeated his question once more. This time I just nodded
my head. I was still looking at it with fascination.

“It’s all yours anymore darling, It is for your pleasure when ever you want it, for
as long as you want it,” he whispered in my ears.

Yes, I can have this whenever I want and as long as I want but this was not
supposed to be a long affair. Just a bit of revenge and lesson for my husband. I
was thinking to myself. Would I be able to give this up after I had enjoyed it. For
the first time I felt a little fear in me. Shiva held my head in both his hands.
His lips sought my quivering red lips. My eye lids started swooning. When I felt
his hot breath on my cheeks my eyes closed completely as my lips parted slightly
awaiting his.

Episode 4

For the first time another man’s lips were pressing onto mine. It was a strange
feeling but was it thrilling?? I really didn’t know. The pressure of his lips on
mine was gentle at first but it slowly increased as he pulled my body onto his
body. I couldn’t hold on to his cock anymore as our bodies got pressed together
till my body was crushed against his. My hands went around his broad back as his
hands embraced me from underneath my hands and grabbed my buttocks and pull it up
to press my pelvis against his. His pelvis was grinding against mine the same way
his lips were grinding against his. By now half my lipstick must have become
smeared on to his lips. I felt his tongue slowly trying to snake its way into my
mouth. My lips were not opened enough to allow it easy access but his tongue was
insistent in wanting to explore my mouth. Something else was insisting to reach
through to me. I felt his cock pressing against my saree just over my pelvis. The
pressure it asserted on my pussy over the clothes as he ground his hips felt good.
It made me hug him tightly against myself. My breasts were crushed against his
chest and as our tight embrace resulted in our bodies rubbing against each other.
My nipples swelled automatically inside my bra. The rubbing induced within me a
sweet pain.

I tried to forget that this was all about revenge and let myself be lost in the
intimacy that had developed between us in the course of the month. My husband
didn’t think of me or our son in the back of his mind when he was having sex with
that bitch. All he was focused on was his own pleasure. Then why should I restrain
myself. Just let go and enjoy this with my lover the way Mahesh had with his lover.
My mouth opened a bit more and his tongue slithered into my mouth to stroke against
mine. As his tongue explored my mouth one of his hands came in between our bodies
to explore my breast. His hand started kneading my soft but firm flesh. His was
actually massaging my breast as he tested the density of my flesh over there. I
gave a little moan into his mouth as his grinding hips and kneading fingers were
sparking the sexual passion within me. How long was this kiss lasting? Was this two
minutes .. three minutes .. I lost track of time. I only knew, the longer the kiss
lasted the more wet it was becoming. Shiva was more patient than I expected. He
seemed to not want to let go of my lips. Maybe it was because he had dreamt of this
kiss for so long that he didn’t want it to end. I knew how much he had wanted to
taste my lips. He had expressed that enough times during our chat. Finally, however
the kiss had to end.

As we looked at each other, gasping for breath I could see how wet his lips were.
That must be from me and I was conscious that my lips must be also wet the same way
from him. My lipstick was smeared on his lips and edges of his mouth. Only our
heads had parted our bodies were still pressed together from our chests right down
to our entwined legs as we held each other. I could see the passion in his eyes as
he smiled at me but there was something else there. A victorious look as he had
finally achieved what he had dreamt about. I had got to know from him that among
all his friends’ wives, I was the prize catch for him. He had lost hope as I had
never given any indication or shown any interest in him. He had always thought that
getting me was just a pipe dream so imagine his shock and delight when I had
messaged him the first time. He had told me that he just couldn’t believe his luck.

“You asked me to be all dressed up for you, that too even if it was to be sexily it
must also partly be like a bride but you are lying here shamelessly without any
clothes on,” I admonished him gently.

He smiled happily. “Yes, you are a bride, Mahesh’s bride but this was for your
first night with your lover. A lover should not be dressed like a husband. So this
was the appropriate way a lover should wait for another man’s wife when she comes
to him.”

I gently punched him on his chest. “I don’t get why all you men get such a thrill
out of having sex with another man’s wife. Afterall she is just a woman. What she
does with her husband is what she is going to do with you. What’s so special.”

“It’s a man thing, you wouldn’t understand,” he replied.

Though I asked him that I had an idea of why it was. For one thing it was primal.
Though there were exceptions mostly in nature the dominant male in the animal
kingdom has his own harem of females and he is the only one who has the right to
breed with them. Humans were the ones who set up their own social rules maybe even
against nature. Secondly it was forbidden nature of it and possessing what belonged
to someone else and thus establishing your own superiority.

In nature too the females seek the strongest of mates as they want those genes to
pass on to their off springs. In human society of course that is frowned upon but
maybe they get attracted to virile and strong males because of the inborn primitive
instincts that had developed in hundreds of years of evolution. Or it was as simple
as thinking a virile looking man would provide greater pleasure and enjoying that
forbidden pleasure.

He let go of me and went to the door and opened it and kept it slightly ajar. I was
puzzled why he did that. The air conditioner was running in the room but he is
keeping the door slightly open.

“Close the door, why are you keeping it slightly open,” I asked him.
He smiled mischievously. “Mahesh may feel embarrassed to come and watch us but at
least let’s give him the pleasure of listening to our groans of delight. He may
enjoy that.”

He really wanted to rub it in to Mahesh that he was going to mate with his wife and
he, Mahesh, could do nothing about it. He may even be hoping this would induce any
latent feelings of cuckoldry within him so that he, Shiva, can establish his
dominance as a bull in our relationship. I was confident that this was not likely
to happen in my husband’s case and this affair was only to be temporary. I did not
realise at that time that I was playing with fire. Every lesson had to be learnt
the hard way. I just stood there waiting for what to do. I was actually at a loss
on what to do next. Fortunately, Shiva took charge as I knew he would. He came to
me and hugged me from behind. He pressed his erect cock hard between the divide of
my buttocks flesh. I knew he was already leaking precum, my saree there was going
to be a mess. He was that excited that he was going to fuck me. Yes, no point
pussyfooting around it. We were not going to make love, or have sex. We are going
to fuck, pure and simple. There was no love, tenderness, attachment in this. It was
going to be nothing but pure lust and I wanted it that way. I had no intention of
having any permanent relationship with Shiva or any emotional attachment to him. I
thought I could just end the affair at the time of my choosing as per my wish. I
was to realise later it was not going to be so easy.

Shiva’s hands were around my stomach over my saree pulling me and holding me to his
body. He kissed my shoulder, rubbing his lips very slightly on my flesh. Very
feathery kisses. That actually felt a bit ticklish. Next was the tip of his tongue
drawing a thin wet line there. My body shivered. Only after a while did he really
press his lips there kissing and sucking on my shoulder. Both his hands went up and
cupped my breasts squeezing and kneading them. I placed my hands over his hands
that were grabbing my tits. I squeezed his hand. Was that to acknowledge I liked
what he was doing or to help him squeeze those soft globes even more. His lips now
moved to the nape of my neck. My head moved to the side giving him more space to
kiss and suck on my neck. He pulled of my pallu and let it fall on the ground. My
deep cleavage was clearly visible to him. The rounds of flesh being tightly
confined by bra and blouse was almost overflowing from it. This blouse was
specially stitched for this very purpose.

“You’ve got such lovely tits, my darling,” Shiva whispered in my ear as he nibbled
on my earlobe.

Many men would have admired my breasts before but it was always when it was well
hidden in my clothes. Shiva was the first man other than my husband who was seeing
this much of my flesh exposed.

“mmm…,” was my only reply.

“I can’t wait to suck those beautiful tits my dear,” Shiva seemed to believe in
vocalising his desire and thereby arouse his female partner too. Well it was
working.

He was tall enough that he could crane his neck forward and kiss my flesh there.
The touch of his wet lips on my warm flesh made me shiver again. Instinctively I
kissed him on his cheek as he did that. He turned his head and we started kissing
once more. Slight movements of our head increased the rubbing of our lips as we
kissed with lips parted tightly affixing our lips together. He put his hand over my
shoulder going underneath my blouse and bra to grasp my breast. This was the first
time he was holding my breast directly. My stiff swollen nipple would have shown
him that he was successful in arousing me. He then started kissing my neck again
as he removed my saree from my body. I was now in my petticoat and blouse. His
hands went to my back and undid my blouse. I shrugged my hands and let my blouse
fall to the ground. He just as quickly undid the knot of my petticoat and let that
too fall to the ground. I was now standing only with my bra and panties on .. and
still on my high-heels shoes. He did something unexpected now. He quickly went to
the bed, sat on it and leaned back on his elbows.

“Walk for me baby, I want to admire you.”

What! Was this a bra and panties fashion show and I was on the catwalk. I felt very
shy. I have never done something like this. Even for my husband.

“No Shiva, I can’t I’m feeling shy.”

“Come on honey. Look at me I am fully naked and I’m not shy. Please I want to see
that.”

“You are a shameless fellow, I can’t do that,” I said my face reddening.

“Please darling, just for me .. just up and down once .. and no covering your body
with your hands,” he playfully warned me.

I hesitated but then decided to quickly get it over with. I walked about five steps
up and turned and walked back. With the heels on, my hips swayed more than usual.
The heels also made the flesh of my calves and thighs and bum tighter. My big tits
quivered with each of my steps. His cock was jutting out straight from his body,
rock hard. I could see it twitch as he admired my near naked body. His eyes were
making me wet down there too. I too liked the look in his eyes. There was so much
longing and desire there. It was only natural that it would please any woman that a
man desired her that much. I could see that he was pleased I did what he had asked.
He sat up straight on the edge of the bed.

“Come here baby,” he called me.

I went and stood in front of him. He pulled me to him and started kissing me all
over my stomach and my belly button. He kissed me .. licked me .. gently bit me
again and again all the while kneading my buttocks with both his hands. I closed my
eyes, enjoying his assault on my stomach. I held his head in my hands but did not
hold it from moving all over the smooth flesh of my stomach. Small moans escaped my
lips as his actions were igniting my passions more and more. After he had wet my
stomach with his saliva to his satisfaction, he stood up straight and buried his
head between my breasts. He kissed and licked the exposed flesh then kissed my
nipple one by one over the bra. He would have surely known then how swollen they
were. He then bit and sucked them over the bra alternately leaving a wet spot on
the tip of both cups of the bra. I was getting more and more wet in my pussy. I
ached to feed my nipples directly into his mouth. As if reading my thoughts his
fingers pressed the button in front of my bra releasing my bra cups. He didn’t
search for the hooks of bra behind my back. I didn’t have to tell him my bra opened
at the front. He knew. This was not the first bra he was unhooking was he. He must
have done that with many women. Not for him the fumbling with the bra of a woman.

“Wow .. wow .. beautiful,” he said looking at my breasts with lust.

I was very happy he was taken up so much with it. I was very proud that there still
was no apparent sag in my breasts. They were jutting out very proudly from my body.
For the first time he grabbed my breasts directly and buried his head between them.
He rubbed his cheeks this side and that side on the globes with the nipples rubbing
on his cheek as he did so.

“You’ve got beautiful tits baby, they are more lovely than I had imagined,” he said
huskily.

I knew that he really meant it and that pleased me too. He suddenly lost his
patience and started sucking vigorously on my nipple. After a while he would move
to the other one as he held on to both. I was moaning as my breathing came in short
breaths as I lost myself in the pleasure, he was giving me. He kept sucking and
sucking as my breasts started feeling tender. He didn’t seem to be in control of
himself now and I was pleased I could do that to an experienced womaniser like him.
Finally, I had to stop him.

“SSss..enough.. enough, they are not going anywhere, Shiva… stop,” I giggled.

He finally looked up at my face sheepishly. He grinned,” I couldn’t help myself

they are so beautiful … everything about you is beautiful.”

No woman had ever been immune to compliments, I was no different. I held his head
in the palm of my two hands as I kissed him. We kissed for a long time and this
time it was I who shoved my tongue into his mouth in a French kiss. It must have
been about fifteen minutes since I came into the room and we seemed to have barely
started. This was definitely going to be a long night. When that kiss had finished
there was nothing left of my lipstick on my lips. I removed my bra from the body
and threw it on the ground. Shiva then started kissing my stomach again, till he
came to my panty clad pussy. He took a long breath at where the entrance of my
pussy was and said ‘aah’ then he took another long breath and repeated the same.

“Hey, idiot what are you doing,” I said both pleased and embarrassed.

“You smell so sexy,” he said

“You rascal, you are too much. How can a smell be sexy,” I scolded him lovingly.

“Of course, it can, look what the smell is doing to me,” he said as he sat back and
showed me his manhood. It was continuously leaking precum.

Was I the reason for that. I never thought I would have a reaction like that on a
man. It must have been true that he had always been dreaming of seducing me.
Otherwise its not likely that he would be affected so much like this. He started
pulling down my panty. God he is going to see it, a man other than my husband was
going to see my pussy for the first time. Even my gynaecologist had been a woman. A
neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair covered my pussy but the hair just around my
pussy lips were shaven clean exposing my cunt lips. I didn’t know if he was the
type of man who liked a woman with pubic hair or a clean-shaven pussy. This had a
bit of both. The way his eyes opened wide and the way he licked his lips as he
smiled indicated that he liked very much what he saw. He kissed three or four times
gently on the pussy.

“hhmm…,” I moaned as he kissed me there.

He just entered the tip of his middle finger just an inch into the hole and pulled
it out. A bit of my love juice came attached to the tip of his finger like a thin
strand of viscous fluid. Should I feel embarrassed that he had got me so wet there.
Yes, a little, but I was more pleased that he was pleased. He put his finger into
his mouth and sucked on it. He then put his wet finger further into my cunt and
started a gentle rubbing on the upper surface of my pussy wall. I started moaning
louder as small tide of pleasure washed through me. In my arousal my clitoris had
swelled up and had peaked out from its hood. Shiva started gently finger fucking
me. He would rub my clitoris every now and then before shoving his finger deeper
into my pussy. His index finger now joined his middle finger in teasing the walls
of my cunt. The two fingers together were like a small cock inside my pussy.
“OOhhh…nngg…,” my legs started trembling. He had to hold me as I shivered in
pleasure.

My moans were no more controlled. They were coming out freely.

“Ahh… Shiva .. what are you doing…nngg.. nngg…”

“You like it baby … you like what my fingers are doing in your cunt…”

“sss….yes … yes…it feels so good … ahh…yesss…”

His fingers were groping searching for something in my pussy wall. I knew what it
was. I was waiting with anticipation for him to find it. That would make my sex
juice flow copiously. I needed that to get my tight pussy ready to take his huge
rod. Ah.. yes he found it.

“AAARRgghh…,” I groaned loudly as an electric shock of pleasure surged through my

body.

He was victorious he had found the key. He raised one of my legs and placed it on
the bed. I would have fallen if he was not holding me. I understood the reason why
he did that when his lips latched on to my pussy lips. He was licking .. nibbling
and sucking on my clitoris as he stimulated my pleasure spot with his fingers.

“aaahhh…. Nnggg…..ssss…ah.. ah…” little streaks of pleasure were building inside me

waiting to wash over as a big wave.

I held on to his head pushing it hard against my pussy. I grinded my cunt on his
mouth. Oh yes the pleasure… it was so good … yes more.. more…aaahhh…

My nipples swelled up even more. My clitoris was swollen enough for Shiva to suck
on it easily. His tongue would explore the inner walls of my womanhood before
teasing my clitoris again. My feminine liquid was coating his probing fingers while
some of it flowed into Shiva’s mouth as he drank it happily. A man other than my
husband was taking me to the peak of pleasure and I was grinding my pussy on his
face like a slut. I had never dreamed I would behave like this.

My nerves are dangling … yes … yes…I’m getting close … Shiva is taking me there. My
adulterous lover is taking me there.. AAhhh…. OOhhh…. I’m moaning loudly. Could
Mahesh hear that. Can he hear his wife screams of pleasure with another man.. I
tried to put those thoughts aside and concentrate on my pleasure. His lips are
pulling on my clit .. aw ..aw… it feels fabulous … his fingers are rubbing at the
spot faster .. am I throbbing there … Yes its coming … coming ….getting
near….close…..

“OOOhhh Godd…Shiva …Suck mee…lick me….AAhhhh……,” I burst my dam of pleasure as a

huge wave of pleasure swarmed my body. My weight fell on Shiva as he lay back on
the bed pulling my pussy along with him, till I was straddling his face with my
cunt still pressed on his lips. He was lapping all that I was generously offering
him. I had my eyes closed as I was getting my breath back. After a few minutes when
I got off his face, I saw his face covered with my sticky fluid. I felt embarrassed
now seeing how much I had seeped. I grabbed the first thing I could find on the
floor to wipe him. Only as I was wiping his face, I realised it was my panties. He
grabbed it from me and started sucking my juice from it.

“Enough you dirty fellow give me that,” I tried to grab it back from him.

He was not about to release it. “I can’t get enough of your taste Swetha darling..
your sweet as honey and much more intoxicating than any liquor.”

I knew there was only one way to make him stop. I leaned forward to kiss him and as
expected he put my knicker aside. While kissing him I grabbed it and threw it back
on the floor. Shiva would not let go of my lips as we continued to kiss
passionately. My hand slid down his hard stomach to grab his cock. It was like
touching a hot iron. It was so hot and stiff. I slid down and started sucking on
his nipple as I stroked his pleasure pole. My husband always liked it when I sucked
on his nipple while stroking his cock. It was no different for Shiva.

Episode 5

While sucking on his nipple and shagging him, I looked at Shiva’s face. While the
pleasure he was enjoying was obvious in seeing his face I saw that he was watching
me stroking his cock with fascination. I recollected what I thought as I changed my
nail polish just a little while ago. Didn’t I want it flashing in the light. Now as
my hand moved up and down in long strokes it was happening as I thought. I held his
cock with my palm just around the head with my index finger alone not fully closed
around his cock, as I pulled his foreskin down and up exposing and closing his rose
bud alternately. His leaking precum had actually seeped into my hand making it
easier for me to stroke him but at the same time the feeling there was quite
sticky. He was quite long and there was much more of him to hold. Sometimes I would
slide my hand right down to the bottom of his stem before sliding it back up. I
could feel the pulse in it as it throbbed in my hand. The little movements of his
hips showed how much he was enjoying my stroking. I tried to blank out from my mind
that the cock in my hand was a stranger’s cock and not my husband’s. I was
earnestly trying to give him the same pleasure he had given me just now. I now just
a woman who had been aroused and is intent on giving pleasure to her lover.

I took my mouth off his nipple giving it a gentle nibble as I did so. It was
puckered hard and wet with my saliva showing how much he enjoyed the teasing my
mouth and tongue had given it.

“Do you like how I’m stroking you, it’s so hard Shiva,” I asked my newfound illicit
lover as my palms caressed the fully stretched skin of his love stalk.

“Uff…it’s wonderful Swetha, not every woman knows how to give a good handjob .. but
this is fabulous,” he said still mesmerized by my elegant fingers wrapped around
that virile manhood.

It was not only about the pleasure my fingers were giving him but the visual treat
that accompanied it that was causing his breathing to come in small gasps.

I moved my hand to his scrotum and let go of his stem. His erect cock, so heavy
because it was engorged by the blood rushing through it, fell on to his stomach by
the sheer weight of it. As I grabbed and squeezed his balls gently his cock got
slightly pulled up from it’s resting place because of the pulling on his skin
caused by my gentle kneading. I again looked at that angry looking still piece of
erect flesh. I thought that after my stroking, it had become even bigger than
before. Or maybe it was just because of his excitement that his dreams about me is
now becoming a reality for him. Looking at that thing I was wondering how I was
going to take that inside me.

“You know Swetha I had dreamed about this day for so long .. whenever I had seen
you with Mahesh, I always would imagine how it would be if those beautiful fingers
of yours held and fisted my cock. Now it’s finally really happening, I’m damn
lucky.”
“You naughty rascal, you’ve got no scruples, you have been thinking dirtily about
your friend’s wife all this time,” I teased him. “So tell me, is it as good for you
as you imagined.

“No Swetha,” he said.

I raised an eyebrow at that.

He smiled mischievously and said,” It’s much better than I thought.

I grabbed his cock and started stroking him again. As a reward for the words he
said I rubbed my thumb over the smooth wet rosebud of his. His cock jerked with
appreciation. He was breathing heavily now and found it difficult to talk but yet
he couldn’t stop talking no matter how difficult it was becoming with the bliss
that had engulfed him because our vocalising of how he felt was actually increasing
his lust … and mine.

He pulled my head as his lips sought mine. We again started kissing deeply as I
pulled on his rod. I sucked on his lower lip as he forcibly shoved his tongue into
my mouth. Why exchange of saliva like this could increase sexual desire was a
mystery. Sex could never really be explained can it. When lust is the primary
emotion then nothing in sex becomes dirty. After sometime I started kissing him all
over his chest before sucking his nipple again. He groaned, a deep guttural groan.

“Swetha baby I’m still a bachelor but luckily all my friends are married to good
looking women so I get a chance to meet so many gorgeous ladies. Looking at all of
you is so tempting, I can’t help myself. You know one thing though you are the
prize among all of them.”

He again showed that friendship meant nothing to him. He would seduce ant friend’s
wife if she was willing. I don’t know if he was sincere or not about what he said
just now but it was really an ego boost to me when he said that I was the prize
catch.

“So, tell me, who has already fallen in your snare.” I knew about Divya but wanted
to know if there were others. Also, to see if he would tell the truth.

“Why do you want to know that Swetha. It’s all a secret,” he smiled.

“Won’t you tell me, please,” I asked him again.

“No .. no .. that won’t be right.”

No matter that I asked him while his cock was being pleasured by me, he still
didn’t reveal any names. I was pleased, that would mean he won’t reveal my name to
others too.

“Okay at least tell me how many if not the names.”

“Just one …” I stared at him disbelievingly. “Really .. honest,” he said when he

saw my look. “Just one, but by the way one other person looks at me I think I can
get her too.”

The one person I knew was Divya but the other person he mentioned must surely be
Aarti. No matter what she had said she must be fighting temptation after seeing
Shiva and Divya together. For Shiva to think that he can get her too Aarti must be
giving him signals too. Whether they were intentional or an unintentional
consequence of her witnessing him in action with Divya I don’t know. Namit better
be careful otherwise there would be more than one cock that would be ploughing his
wife’s pussy. When a person like Shiva says he thinks he can seduce someone then it
was likely to happen. He would surely know from experience when he can succeed and
when he can’t.

I squeezed his cock hard, it felt like I was squeezing am ironlike object.

“So, you aim was really on somebody else, not on me,” I purposely said with mock
anger.

“I had given up on you, I thought you were beyond me and you were too loyal to
Mahesh. Let me tell you one thing Swetha, if given a choice of getting all of them
but not you or you alone but nobody else, I would still choose you.”

Was he saying that because it was I who was holding his cock right now or he really
meant it, who was to know, but all his words continued to please me. I stroked his
love rod, long and slowly, my palm running over and pulling his sensitive skin
again and again. I did it slowly just so that he continued to get pleasure but was
not pushed to the edge. If I did that fast, he may soon reach his climax. Now I was
just prolonging his enjoyment. To think that my husband was the one who had taught
me how to give and receive sexual joy with a man and now what I had learnt is
giving untold enjoyment to his rival.

“Swetha dear, can you do something else for me,” there was a little pleading in his
voice.

I knew what was coming. I understood that all men really liked this. Probably just
as much as putting their rod in our pussy.

“What?” I said feinting ignorance.

“You asked me what I always dreamt of .. well there is one more thing.”

“What .. you want to put it inside…?”

“No .. not that…that’s for later.”

“Then what??”

“Don’t tease me baby as if you don’t know. Whenever I saw those succulent red lips
of yours, I would always imagine how fantastic it would be if they were wrapped
around my cock.”

As he said this, I could feel this hot flesh twitch in my hand. He really wanted
this. I decided to tease him some more.

“Chee, what a dirty fellow you are.. how to take that thing in the mouth .. chee.”

“There is nothing dirty in sex darling only stimulation for greater pleasure. Why
haven’t you sucked Mahesh before?” he asked. The eagerness in his voice was such
that it looked like he hoped I hadn’t. He wanted to be the first, I guess.

I had done that many times for my husband. In fact, during our lovemaking that was
pretty much part of the foreplay almost every time. But I wanted to excite Shiva.

“That’s dirty .. don’t ask me that.”

“Come on please Swetha, didn’t I lick you just now. There is nothing dirty in sex.”

“I haven’t even done this for my husband,” I lied.

He pulled me up and kissed me passionately then whispered,” that’s the difference
between a husband and a lover. You can do all that you want with your lover. Taking
a lover is to enjoy all the pleasures of sex isn’t it. Don’t restrict yourself. You
will get to like it, it will stimulate you sexually too,” he said as he pushed my
head towards his hard, tubular flesh.

I moved my head down as if reluctantly. I again looked at his face. His eyes were
pleading to me. I smiled somewhat shyly. I kissed him all around on his stomach. I
felt his muscles harden as I did that. I scrapped my nails on his thigh muscles
exciting him further. As I reached his cock, I found that with his leaking precum
and my palm rubbing on his cock skin, there was a whitish type of paste on the
stem. I took the bedsheet and wiped his cock clean. This was not going to prevent
me tasting his precum when I take him in my mouth as he was continuously leaking
it. I held his cock and kissed it. His cock twitched. This was the second cock I
was going to suck in my life. There was the thrill of doing something forbidden. My
tongue snaked out and licked his bud. He leaked his precum on to my tongue. I
tasted it as I licked his cock as a prelude to taking it in my mouth.

“Take it .. take it in your mouth darling…” he said hoarsely.

I opened my mouth wide and took the head of his cock in my mouth.

“Ahh…,”Shiva gasped.

I moved my head up and down sucking only the head of his cock as my tongue teased
underneath his cock head. I held his stem in my hand and stroked him as I sucked on
his head. His cock was long enough for me to suck and stroke him the same time.

“ aahhh… yes wonderful .. suck baby suck aah…,” he was probably enjoying it more
thinking this was the first cock that I was sucking.

I took more of his cock in my mouth but it was just a little more than a third of
it when the cock head was reaching my throat. He was leaking his precum straight
down my throat. I could hear him gasp and groan in pleasure. I held the stem of his
cock with my left hand as I sucked him. His balls were in the palm of my right hand
as I squeezed it gently. He had a large sack hanging below his cock. Probably a
full stock of virile semen. He had told me he had avoided all sexually activity for
a week in anticipation of this day. That was one weeks stock that was ready to
burst out from his cock.

I pulled his foreskin down till his sensitive head was exposed in my mouth. I
extended my fingers below his scrotum and scrapped with my long nails the sensitive
part of the skin of his hidden stem below. At the same time I started moving my
head faster as I sucked him.

Shiva shuddered in pleasure from all these stimulation at the same time. “Aahh Aahh
Aahh.. suberb aawww…..,” his hips moved up wanting to fuck my mouth.

I let go of his stem and reached for his nipple. As I sucked him, I tweaked his
nipple as my nails continued to tease him below his balls. He was getting pleasure
from three sources. His nipple, his cock and below his balls. His body had tensed
up at the immense pleasure he was experiencing.

“Ahh…god .. I can’t stand it .. wonderful…this is the best …oohhh…”

“You like this a lot do you .. hm tell me,” I wanted to provoke more reaction from
him.
“AAAhhh…doesn’t the way I moan tell you that. Arrgg… nice .. nice…,” he groaned as
I took his cock in my mouth again.

“Even your husband can hear me groaning … surely his cock too will stand hearing
this and worst he hasn’t got this pleasure from you.”

Did Shiva really think I haven’t sucked my husband’s penis before seeing the way I
am doing it for him. “Idiot what do you have against him,” I scolded Shiva but he
completely ignored me and enjoyed the joy my mouth was giving him.

“No .. ahh…ahh… mm… nothing against him …ss…just the thrill of a knowing a husband
is listening to his wife sucking another man’s cock and making him moan in
pleasure.”

At the same time, I was thrilled too that I could make an experienced womaniser
like him lose control. Has none of his many lovers ever sucked him like this.
Surely, he must realise from this that this was not the first time I am giving a
blowjob. Maybe he wanted very much to believe it was so. I sucked him for another
five to six minutes. Would he lose control and shoot his load into my mouth? No ..
he was still in control. He pulled me up and turned me over on my back. He needed
to have his huge manhood inside of me. He could not wait any longer. This is it, I
was going to take the final step. I am going to the last step of losing my
chastity. For the first time a different man’s penis was going to enter where only
my husband’s cock had been in before. This is what I insisted to my husband I
wanted to do isn’t it. Why think of it now. Anyway, it is too late to step back.
He got between my legs as I stretched my thighs wide for him. My stiletto shoes
were still on my feet. There I was lying on my back with no clothes. All that was
on my body was my mangalsutra around my neck, a couple of gold bangles on my hand,
silver anklets matching the silver nail polish on my toes and the black stilettos
on my feet. He rubbed the tip of his cock on the lips of my vagina, coating it with
his precum and collating his cock head with my sticky fluid. He kept rubbing up and
down for a while exciting himself and me, getting me ready to receive that thick
phallus inside my tight cunt.

“Shiva .. condom,” I reminded him.

He reached for the open box of condoms on the table stand beside the bed. I saw
that there were four individual condoms in the box. Hmm, he had planned for that
many round!!
He looked at me and said,” I’ll put it on later. I just want to feel the inside
of your pussy without any rubber in between when I enter for the first time.”

He looked at me with hope. I thought for a few moments and then nodded okay. He
lodged the head of his cock in the entrance of my vagina pushing my labia aside.

Episode 6

Shiva smiled at me. “Mahesh … wish you could see this .. I’m going to push my cock
into your wife’s wet slit.. she’s wet and ready for me,” he mumbled.

He was actually speaking out what was in his mind. He was a typical male wanting to
dominate a wife and show the husband that his wife wants him (the lover) more the
husband.

I was curious, though I thought it unlikely I nevertheless wanted to know.

“What .. is this the first time you are having sex with a woman with her husband
being aware of it.”

He continued to rub his prick on my slit as he spoke. He was taking his time, he
really wanted to enjoy this fuck thoroughly. “No, actually I did this once with the
husband watching .. at that time the wimp was shaking his tiny prick as his wife
screamed in uncontrollable bliss as I gleefully screwed her.”

Shiva looked at me with a wicked smile,” You know that wimp was watching with
fascination, how his wife’s pussy lips were stretched out by my cock and shaking
his prick.” In his mind he probably wanted Mahesh to be doing the same.

Is he going to make do that too .. scream in pleasure.

“That felt great but the husband got pleasure from it too. Better would be an
unwilling husband watching helplessly as his wife and lover fuck like animals in
heat and he getting an erection in spite of jealousy eating him.”

A husband’s helplessness seems like an erotic tonic for him. Why this need to not
only covet what is not his but to humiliate. But isn’t this what I wanted,
humiliate in retaliation for the humiliation I felt. I shook my head again to drive
the thought from my mind. Now is not the time to dwell on it, just enjoy the moment
like Mahesh enjoyed his time with Gauri.

“Why think of anything else .. I have already given myself to you, isn’t that
enough.”

“Yes, but I must show him that you want me more than him and he shouldn’t stop us
ever when we want each other.”

Shiva wanted a long-time affair. I didn’t want that. This was to be revenge and had
to be ended soon. That was another reason for choosing him, after he gets a woman
Shiva tires of her fast and moves to someone else. Had I miscalculated in this
case? Would he want to cling on to me because he is so enamoured with me. Well
nothing to be done now. I’ll handle that later. I decided to refocus on the sex
now.

“Look at yours, it’s grown even bigger, it looks like a donkey’s cock .. so I
should call you a donkey too,” I teased him.

He didn’t take any offense at being called a donkey, rather he smiled and said,”
You women need this donkey type cock don’t you,” he said as he pushed a little,
just about a half inch in but still not entering in me further.

He had no anger at the remark, probably because many women had become slave that
mule sized cock. He must probably take it as a compliment.

As I we were talking, I noticed a shadow outside the door. I was shocked at first
but realised my husband couldn’t stand it anymore but had come to see what was
happening. My discomfort at first soon faded as I reminded myself why I am doing
this. Well let him see his wife with someone else then only he will know the pain I
felt when I saw him with Gauri.

Shiva still had not put his phallus inside me but was continuing to caress the
entrance of my pussy with his mushroom shaped rosebud.

“Enough buffalo start now, I want it, I want your big cock.. It’s so much bigger
than my husband’s that it has made me leak so much.”

The cruel streak in me made me speak those words unthinkingly to hurt my husband.
Was he still at the doorway listening in?

“Buffalo?? I thought I was a donkey. I’m getting confused,” Shiva said laughing.

How can he be joking at a time like this. I laughed slightly too. I saw the shadow
move away from the doorway. My husband had left. Now in a way I felt relief that he
had gone away.

Shiva slowly moved his hip forward .. half of his head entered into my pussy…
“haahh…” I moaned.

“After my cock gets inside you, you won’t want your husband’s little prick
anymore,” Shiva promised as his cock head slid in.

There was slight pain as my cunt lips stretched out in an ‘O’ shape to accommodate
his girth. He was about one round bigger in girth than my husband. I had to get
accustomed to that size.

“SSS…uff… you’re an animal you know that,” I sighed.

“Yes … donkey .. buffalo…all animals,” he said as he pushed half his length into
me.

“Hmm… hmm…,” I bore the discomfort of his penetration.

“Swetha baby .. beautiful .. your pussy is gripping my cock so tightly.

He was right, my cunt walls were grasping his hard flesh as he slid in. That’s only
to be expected because of his thickness. He pushed some more and he had reached the
maximum point to where a penis (my husband’s) had reached before inside of me. From
here on inch by inch he went in exploring new territory inside my womanhood.

“I’m in,” Shiva said either in wonder or delight as the whole of his magnificent
masculinity had disappeared inside my wet feminine slit.

I felt rather full as if his cock tip was hitting my stomach. He lay on top of me
careful not to put his full weight on me. I wrapped my hands around his body
accepting him on top of me. My calves entwined and rested on his calves. We started
kissing once more ardently, before our lewd dance of lust began. Our lips locked
together tightly the way his virile maleness was gripped by my moist womanhood. The
discomfort disappeared as I got used to him. Our kissing itself was inducing
feelings of pleasure even before he started moving in me.

He pulled up his hip till only the head of his cock was lodged in my cunt and then
pushed it back in, in a long, slow stroke ….one .. two .. three seconds and it was
all back in fully.

“Ahh…,” I pulled in my breath as he pulled back and ”uff…,” I let out my breath as
he was back in fully.

He did that again and again … out … slowly … in slowly. One of my hands went and
grasped his taut buttock muscle with my palm. After about two or three minutes of
this his speed increased slightly as he thrust his virile member in again and again
sliding in more easily now as it was coated with my sticky fluid. Small bolts of
pleasure spread through my body as our two pleasure points tightly caressed one
another.

“hmm.. Swetha…shh…oh.. oh…,”

“nng… nng… Shiva… yes…oh…more .. more..”

Shiva started thrusting faster. With every stroke he was increasing the pleasure I
was feeling. He was humping down faster and I was thrusting up my hip like a bitch
in heat. Our movements were so vigorous my shoes, which had still had been on my
feet, came off and fell away on the bed. Four more minutes or so of vigorous hips
pumping and he started sweating in spite of the air conditioner and well .. so was
I. My nails were drawing haphazard lines on his back but I was not marking him ..
at least not yet.

I kissed his neck, ears fervently,” fuck me Shiva … fuck me,” I lost all decorum
and was vulgarly asking my adulterous lover to fuck me.

This delighted Shiva. “Yes baby .. I’ll fuck you…fuck you hard…”

I could feel his cock swell even more inside me. We would kiss wildly as our now
wet bodies .. wet with sweat .. would thud against each other as we in the throes
of uncontrolled passion. Our kisses broke off frequently as we needed to release
out pent up emotions now and then by moaning out our pleasure.

“nnggg…..humppp…nnnggg……Shiva…. faster darling …,” in my lust I had started

speaking words of endearment.

Though he had called me darling, baby, dear.. I had only called him by name but now
I was not in control of myself.

“ohh ohh sweet pussy.. oh god so tight…”

“Shiva…fuck me baby…”

Shiva was squeezing my breast as he pumped his huge member in and out. He bent his
body to suck my tits. My legs were wrapped around his waist my body was in a
crunched position. This made the head of his penis rub even more on the upper walls
of my wet cunt wall as he stroked inside of me. What started as trickles of
pleasure and now turned to large waves. We were losing ourselves in lust.

“humph humph…,” he growled ..”you like my cock …hmm.. you want my big cock…”

Krikk…krikkk… the bed was now creaking. His hips were moving like a piston now. His
cock was well coated by my stick lubrication making his cock move in and out even
more easier.

“Yes yes I want your huge cock, fuck me with your huge cock darling…”

The room was filled with my whimpering followed by shrieks of pleasure. This would
have certainly reached my husband’s ears. We had been fucking for around ten
minutes. My moans were slowly heading towards a crescendo. My face was contorted in
pleasure and it was driving Shiva to hump even faster and harder. That he was
taking his friends wife towards the heights of pleasure was driving his own
enjoyment of this illicit sexual coupling.

“Huge cock? Why is it bigger than Mahesh’s.”

My nails were digging into the flesh on his back. I was so close now .. I needed
the release. I wanted to drive him mad with lust. I let him hear what he wanted to
hear.

“Yes your cock is so big .. bigger than my husband’s cock .. it’s driving me crazy
baby…take me to heaven darling..”
We grappled with each other in unrestrained desire. Our kisses were voracious. We
were burning with unbridled passion. Our caresses were uncontrolled. Our moans of
pleasure uninhibited. My nerves were starting to wind up like a spring. A little
bit more .. yes .. faster.. that’s it .. that’s it .. now.. nowwww….”

“I’m coming.. I’m cominggg….Arrrrggghhhhh………….”

My body started shuddering as if I was in fits. My nail dug in hard into his flesh.
I buried my face in his neck and sucked hard on his nape. A tidal wave of pleasure
ran through my whole body as I was in a rapturous state. I could feel my pussy
walls grip and knead his probing pleasure pole. I was still in the midst of ecstasy
when it happened … I could feel warm liquid gush into me too. He too was coming
along with me. My spasming inner wall muscles was doing its part in milking his
cock. His jerking body indicated how much he was immersed in his own orgasm.

We lay like that together, he, still atop me basking in the warm after glow of very
satisfying sex. We kissed again, tenderly this time in gratitude for the bliss we
had given each other. It was only after that I noticed the still unused condom on
the table stand beside the bed. In our unconstrained lust we had completely
forgotten about it. His virile seed was actually flowing into my womb right now.

Episode 7

I had gone through with it. I had done to my husband what he had done to me.
Another man had mated with me and I had willingly cooperated with my new lover in
not only enjoying the sex but did not restrict myself in giving him back pleasure
in equal measure. His manhood that had been throbbing in the warm embrace of my
pussy walls was slowly losing its rigidity but the after-glow of pleasurable sex
was still lingering within both of us. After a few minutes Shiva got off me and
lay down beside me. His spent penis came out in a plop and was resting on his thigh
still dribbling the remnants of his sperm there. It was very wet in a mixture of
our lust fluids. Our chests were still heaving as we recovered from our delightful
exertions. We looked at each other and smiled. Now there was a different level of
closeness between us. One that can only arise when a man and a woman had willingly
engaged in this most intimate of activity possible between the two of them. What
can be closer for a woman than holding the man’s life fluid in the most intimate
part of her body. He had gushed quite a bit of it inside me that a bit of it was
now slowly leaking out from my vagina. I didn’t need to fear for the consequence of
this at this time of the month. My vagina still felt a bit tender from the pounding
from his thick pole.

“One thing Swetha and this is the truth. I usually wait and bring the woman to two
or three orgasms before I finish myself but just now, I just couldn’t hold on. It
was that good.”

He spoke as if he couldn’t quite believe that this could happen to him. Either the
sex with me was really better for him than his experience with other women or he
had long desired me but never believed he would ever get a chance with me, so when
it did happen, suddenly he was unable to control himself. I leaned over and kissed
him for his sweet words and lay with my head on his chest and my leg over his. The
sex had been good .. very, very, good. There was a certain thrill in the forbidden
that enhanced the sexual excitement and enjoyment. Maybe this was what my husband
sought. That bitch Gauri too was married to someone else wasn’t she. I had also let
Shiva fuck me without a condom. Why did I so readily agree when Shiva said he
wanted to just enjoy bare sex for a while before putting on the condom. Was it
because even in my agitated and angry state that day I had noticed that there was
no condom used when my husband and that slut were fornicating. Then again why keep
calling her a bitch and a slut when after what I had done, I was no better than
her. Comfortable as it was lying like this on his chest it was time to go. I tried
to get up but he pulled me back on him and did not let me get up.

“Hey … where are you going.”

“Let me go, I just want to go to my bedroom and come back.”

“Promise,” he asked like a little child.

I laughed and kissed him on the forehead and said,” don’t worry dear, I’ll come
back.”

As I got up, he looked at the state I was. Tousled hair, eyes redden with passion,
lips now devoid of lipstick except for some smears here and there, jutting bosom
with still stiff nipples. Anyone seeing me now would easily know what activity I
had been engaged in. The way his eyes were surveying my body I knew that these were
the thoughts that was running in his mind. A smile appeared on his lips. He would
like my husband to see me in this condition. I, on the other hand, did not want to
go to my bedroom like this. Suddenly I didn’t want to show my husband that I had
just been thoroughly fucked by his friend. I felt my nipples to see if there were
any marks on them. After all Shiva did chew on them quite a bit but luckily there
were no teeth marks on the nipples or the light brown areolas surrounding it. I had
to go to my bedroom because even though I had planned everything I had forgotten to
keep a nighty for me here. I was never comfortable sleeping completely naked. I had
to have some sort of clothing on when I slept.

I needed to rush in, take my nightie and rush out. I had no choice but to come back
and sleep elsewhere than my bedroom. Even though I wanted revenge, I still was
embarrassed to sleep beside my husband after just having sex with his friend. I was
hoping he was already asleep when I went to take my nightie but I more than
expected that he would still be awake. How could he get to sleep knowing what his
wife and his friend were doing in the other room. Unlike a while ago I had no
desire for my husband to see me like this. I pick up my petticoat from the floor
and put it on. I tied my petticoat up covering my breast as I quickly left the
guest room and walked into my own bedroom. Unfortunately, as I had expected, Mahesh
was still not asleep. How foolish it was for me to expect anything else but this. I
at least hoped he would avoid seeing me by pretending to be asleep but that too
didn’t happen. On seeing my state as I walked in, he quickly averted his eyes and
turned the other way around on the bed. Not only was I dishevelled, but my body was
still covered in perspiration. That would have indicated to my husband not only
about the sexual heat we had been but how intense our sexual exertions were.

I took a quick glance at my son for a few moments to assure myself he was sleeping
undisturbed before I quickly walked to my cupboard and took out a nighty from it.
That’s when I noticed that it seemed like my husband was watching my legs through
the reflection in the mirror. I saw his face droop in sorrow and tears seem to form
in his eyes. I too felt a pang to see that he was hurt on seeing the confirmation
that I had gone through with what I had planned. Maybe he had hoped against hope
that I would change my mind in the last minute. Only when I saw where my husband’s
eyes were focused on that I realised it was something worse than that. I realised
that a line of Shiva’s sperm had dribbled down my leg pass my knees. I quickly
wiped it with my petticoat and hurriedly left the room.

I cursed myself,” how could I be so careless, I should have at least wiped myself
before coming here.” I felt disgust at my behaviour as I entered the guest room
once again. I wanted my revenge, yes, but I was still disturbed that this had
happened. I wanted to see tears in his eyes the way it had been for me but why
wasn’t I happy on seeing what I wanted happening. I was confused by my feelings and
reaction. I had actually gone to my bedroom intending to change into my nighty
there itself but seeing his reaction had made me flee the room clutching my nighty
in my hand. Shiva was still lying on the bed fully naked. His penis had shrunken to
its normal state yet it still looked big.

“He’s got no shame whatsoever,” I thought to myself seeing him lying there
shamelessly without attempting to cover himself in anyway.

“You’re back so early,” he asked.

“I only went to take my nighty, I took it and came back, that’s all.”

“Was Mahesh still awake,” Shiva asked. I could make out the eagerness in his voice.

I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that my husband had seen me in this
dishevelled state. “No, he was already asleep,” I lied.

Shiva had an answer ready for this too. “What type of man is he, his wife is
fucking with his friend in another room but yet he can sleep peacefully. If it was
me….,” he continued to say.

I cut in, “If it was you .. you would have enjoyed seeing your wife making love to
someone else is it,” I taunted him.

I had provoked him, he reacted with a bit of anger. “I am not married. Even if I
was, after I had fucked my wife, she will have no need to seek pleasure elsewhere.
That all happens to people who are not man enough like your husband.”

I don’t know how that anger came flush into me. I had a rush of blood into my head.
I wanted to hurt my husband and make him feel the same pain I had but I was not
going to stand for him being directly insulted like this by someone else.

“Shut up,” I said in anger. “He had wronged me and my retaliation for that is the
only reason you were able to get me and not because he was in anyway inferior,” I
spitted out the words hinting to him for the first time the reason why I had sought
him out in the first place.

“It’s my fault for choosing an egoistic person like you for my revenge,” I
continued, “okay this is enough. You can get lost from here now.”

I was standing there stiff bodied. My face flush with anger. He was shocked to see
like that. His experience so far must have been only with women who would stoke his
ego and agree with him when he talks disparagingly about their husbands while
praising his own virility. No woman would have spoken to him like I had, I deduced.
He realised how badly he had miscalculated.

He immediately got off from the bed. “I’m so sorry, so sorry dear, please forgive
me. I don’t know what made me say that, I’m sorry.”

He came and laid a hand on my shoulder. I pushed it off and took two steps away
from him.

“Forgive me, I shouldn’t have spoken wrongly about him like that. I too had become
emotional and a little angry and had spoken out of turn. I realise there is a
difference between him and the other husbands whose wives I had sex with.” Shiva
tried to mollify me.

“He is my long-time friend too I won’t speak bad of him anymore.”

My anger eased a little as he spoke to me pleadingly. He placed both his hands on
my shoulders. I did not push his hands away this time.

He kissed me on the top of my head, on my neck, softly, lovingly,” Are you still
angry darling, “you’re my sweetheart, my lovely angel, are you still mad at me,” he
begged.

“The problem between my husband and myself is between us, it has got nothing to do
with you. Don’t talk about him like that anymore, I won’t stand for it.” I let him
know in no uncertain terms where he stood with me.

“Sorry baby, I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again, believe me.”

I stared at his face but now there was no real anger anymore. “Okay, you go to
sleep here. I am going off to sleep,” I said making a move to get out from the
room.

“Hey what is this, you are leaving me here alone and going back to sleep in your
room,” he said in alarm.

“Chee, no, after romping with you in this bed how can I go and sleep beside my
husband. I’ll feel very uncomfortable.”

“Then? Where are you going?”

“Well there is another spare room isn’t there. I’m going to sleep there, so good
night.” I attempted to go again.

He held my hand not allowing me to leave. “You can sleep here, no need to go to
another room.”

“If I stay here you surely won’t let me sleep. Better I go there.”

He wouldn’t let my hand go. “You can sleep here. I won’t do anything I promise. I
only want to hug you and sleep. That’s all.”

“Oh yeah, I absolutely believe you, “ I said mockingly, “just let me go.”

“If I keep begging you like this, it’s not going to work,” saying this he lifted me
in his two arms and threw me on the bed and leapt on me pinning me to the bed.

“Hey buffalo, let me go,” I said laughing,” I’ve got to get my sleep.”

“I didn’t come here so eagerly just for you to sleep,” he replied kissing me on my
neck.

“Then, why did you come,” I needled him. I smiled as I seductively let my teeth run
over my lower lip.

“I already showed you why the first time around,” he said huskily now.

My voice became husky too. “So you already got what you wanted, haven’t you. So
still not enough?”

“The first time around itself was heaven. Once is never going to be enough for me
with you. I think I can never be sated no matter how many times I partake in this
heavenly bliss.” He said looking at my body appreciatively.

His hands were caressing my body. I could feel his manhood grow again as it pressed
against my thigh. He was getting ready for another bout of love. I too felt the
stirring of desire from deep within me. I had not cleaned myself after our first
copulation, for that matter neither had Shiva. Now he had already started the
second round. It was too late to do anything about it now. My petticoat was still
tied around my breast. My nipples were already poking on the cloth as he started
stimulating my desire. He undid the knot. I lifted my body as he pulled it down to
my legs. I kicked the piece of clothing off till I too was now completely naked
like him. He squeezed my tit, bit gently on my nipple over before pulling it in his
mouth and suckling on it. As he did that his fingers pushed my labia separate and
the tip of his finger started teasing my clit. I gasped and groaned and cradled his
head in the palms of my two hands. He suckled on my breast milk as I was still both
doing a combination of breastfeeding and bottle feeding my son. My fingers searched
blindly for his cock till it could wrap itself around that hot meat. I found and
grasped it with my fingers. It was only less than about twenty minutes since we
finished our first round of promiscuous fucking but he was already hard and ready.
I pulled his head up as my open lips sought his.

Episode 8

Our lips locked together as it had done so many times tonight. There were so many
actions in sexual foreplay that would provoke desire, but among all, passionate
kissing had a special place as a prelude to all the pleasures that was ahead. Our
eyes were closed as our lips mashed together as we aroused ourselves for the next
round of delightful pleasure.

“You’ve got the sweetest lips that I have ever tasted,” Shiva said breaking off the
kiss just for a moment before locking lips again.

We would break off the kiss every now and then as we got our breath back a little
before once again engaging in amorous kissing. As he kissed, he would caress my
body, running the tips of his fingers all over making me shiver. He would knead my
breast, tweak my nipples, caress my stomach and my smooth thighs and finger my
pussy keeping me in a state of constant excitement. He understood that the key to
enjoy the best sex a woman can give you is to make sure she enjoys it first. I too
did the same as my fingers roamed his, broad chest, hard stomach and sturdy thighs.
I would stroke him now and then to make sure there was a constant rush of blood
into the tubular vessel of his maleness. We kissed for a long time. There was no
hurry as there was the whole night ahead of us. I realised that there was a
different kind of feeling that awoke in me in caressing a stranger’s body. The
feel, the emotions especially the difference made it thrilling. Was this why women
cheated? To experience something out of the routine they have become used to.

“Bring your pussy to my face darling, I want to take in your feminine aroma. It
would be so intoxicating it’ll go straight to my cock.”

Remnants of Shiva’s thick load was still inside my pussy. He wants to smell it with
that still inside?

“Wait .. let me go and wash up first,” I said, letting go of his manhood and
attempting to get up.

“No baby, I want to taste your freshly fucked cunt ..it doesn’t matter to clean
up.”

I found this strange. Normally a person like Shiva would want the husbands to smell
their wife’s vagina after he had freshy fucked them and filled them up with his
potent load. Here, he himself wants to do that.
He pulled me around till my cunt was over face. His cock was jutting up, staring at
my face above it.

“Dirty fellow,” I thought as his tongue probed into my cunt, “not only my secretion
was there but also what he had spurted in not so long ago.”

He was lapping it and sucking me, rekindling my lust for another round of bliss
with my new lover. His throbbing cock was stiff and ready for me to take it in my
mouth. It too was glistening with a mixture of our secretions. Unlike him, I could
not just take it in my mouth like that. I pulled up a bit of the bedsheet and wiped
it clean as much as I could. When I took his cock in my mouth there was still the
lingering familiar taste of his male secretion which I had come to know from the
first time I sucked him and along with that another unfamiliar taste. That must be
me I guessed. I am tasting my own secretion for the first time. He kept pushing his
face up rubbing his nose on my vagina as he ate my cunt very much like a calf
drinking milk from a cow. He sucked on my inner labia along with my clit. Once
again, small streaks of pleasure began stirring from my loins and started spreading
through my body. That was an experienced tongue that would have tasted and probed
many cunts. So his tongue and lips were quite adept at knowing what to tease and in
giving pleasure to a woman.

I took his rigid phallus in my hand and examined it. It was already wet with my
saliva in the few moments I ha been sucking it. I really studied it closely for the
first time. Earlier my concentration was in giving him an unforgettable blowjob
rather that actually looking at his love weapon. It was quite thick, slighter
thicker than my husband’s penis as I had guessed when he penetrated my vagina for
the first time. But I could say it was not significantly thicker than my husbands.
Its length was the actual big difference. He looked to be over nine inches maybe
closer to ten. So quite a bit of him was still there beyond my fist holding it. The
veins running around it was also easily seen as blood rushed through it. I pulled
back the foreskin and sucked just the head for a few seconds. It became even redder
as fresh blood surged into it. I stroked it up and down making it jerk in my hand.
It had thick veins running around it and I could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

Had I really taken this whole thing in me. Most probably not, it just felt as if I
had. A little bit of him must have been still outside. A thoroughly aroused woman’s
vagina normally doesn’t expand beyond seven to seven and a half inches from its
normal depth of three plus inches so it’s not likely the whole of him went in. I
took his heavy bag in my hand as I took his cock back in my mouth. I know how much
of his potent seed it held by the amount he had gushed in me. Surely it must have
hit its mark in at least one or two of the women he was banging. I wondered how
many husbands were unknowingly caring for his kids. Afterall for men like Shiva,
that would be their ultimate fantasy. Surely, he would have found at least one or
two women who had become so enamoured with him that they would be willing to cede
to his desire.

As my head bobbed up and down over his shaft in my mouth, I thought how lucky I was
to have prepared for all eventualities. I had asked him to bring condoms but I
feared that in the heat of passion we may somehow fail to take adequate precaution.
So, I had chosen a date that would cause no problem if that happened. My only worry
was that I was going to have sex with a man who had been having sex with several
woman. However luckily none of them were prostitutes. He had sufficient number of
family women as a harem that he had no need to pay for sex. If I had thought deeply
about it, I would have realised that this itself did not guarantee safety. Now was
not the time to let my mind wonder, it was time to concentrate on sex. I stroked
him faster and faster as I sucked on his rod. He had his legs opened a bit so my
fingers could go well underneath his balls. I scrapped by nail underneath his balls
like before as my tongue brushed underneath his stem that went up and down inside
my mouth. I slowly reached further down below his balls till my middle finger had
reached his anus. I rubbed my finger over the hole for a while. I could feel his
buttocks muscles tense. Then suddenly I entered the tip of my finger inside and
Shiva jerked his hip as his cock also jerked in my mouth at the same time.

“Arrggg…,” he groaned into my pussy and then started sucking more aggressively on
my clit.

“Ohh.. Ohh. Ohh..,” this time it was I who moaned with his cock in my mouth.

We continued to pleasure each other with our mouths for a few more minutes. I knew
by now quite a bit of my viscous fluid must be smeared around his mouth. I only
kept the head of his love tool in my mouth and sucked on it as I stroked him fast.
I needed to get him very excited. Being the second time around I knew he would take
longer to explode in an orgasm. That would mean that he would be drilling my pussy
longer with that monster of his. Too long of that and discomfort would replace the
pleasure. Therefore, I needed him to be closer to his climax before he shoved that
thing into my pussy. This time too I would let him screw me without a condom on. If
he had the condom on for the second round, because of the diminished sensation, he
would probably take even longer before he finishes. I had to arouse and get him to
finish faster not only by my hands and mouth but also by my words. I knew the type
of words that would probably excite and please Shiva.

“Shiva I just love your cock, it’s so big and strong,” I cooed as I ran my fingers
teasingly over the sensitive head of his cock.

I grinded my pussy in his mouth to show him how much I liked his licking. I knew
that too would add to his excitement. I sucked his cock fast for the next minute
this time taking at least half of his stem in my mouth.

“Your cock went in so deep darling, I’ve never felt a cock so deep inside me
before, sss..”

I finger fucked his anus as I alternately sucked and stroked his cock.

“It felt like heaven when your rampant rod was pumping in and out of my cunt.”

Shiva now took his mouth off my pussy but he shoved two fingers inside my cunt as
he spoke.

“Did you like it that much. Was this the first time you enjoyed a fuck so much.”

I did not answer that directly. All I said was, “yes you fuck wonderfully .. I had
an intense orgasm.”

This seemed to satisfy him. What he really wanted to hear was that I enjoyed sex
with him more than I had with my husband. I didn’t give him the pleasure of hearing
it. I didn’t my husband to be looked on with contempt by him. We continued our 69
for a few more minutes till I decided I wanted his rigid flesh inside my pussy. I
moved up his body and took his cock in my hand as I straddled his hips. I place it
in the entrance of my love tunnel and slowly sat on him, letting his shaft slowly
slide into me. I was sitting facing his legs in reverse cow girl fashion. I felt
his cock penetrate deep into my hole and hit my cervix. I held on to his thighs
with both my hands as I lifted my bottom up and down and fucked him. I did this for
a couple of minutes before I leaned back and laid with my back on his chest. Even
when I do this with my husband, his penis would not pop out and would still be
inside my vagina. So, Shiva with his longer shaft was easily lodged inside my pussy
without sliding out. I had my thighs open a bit wider on either side of his body.
Shiva crunched his groin and pushed his hip upwards fucking me with his long
phallus. This way the tip of his cock was rubbing more firmly on my pussy wall as
he pumped.

“You like that,” Shiva said and tried to push even more of his pole inside me.

“hnngg… hnngg…, yes so good … more .. more..,” I exhorted him.

This way it was easier for him to grab my breasts with both his hands. He kneaded
my breasts and played with my nipples as he pumped in and out of my cunt. My
pleasure started increasing as he fucked. He took one hand to my pussy and started
rubbing my clit with his fingers as he continued to hump me from below. I closed my
eyes gasping opened mouth with lips quivering as if out of breath. More pleasure
started sweeping through my body. We both turned our heads at the same time so that
we could kiss as we fucked. Lust was gaining full control of our emotions.

After a while we found that fornicating this way was not so comfortable. Also, in
this way Shiva would probably last longer before he spilled his seed. So I quickly
turned and sat on him facing him this time with his cock back inside my body. I
leaned forward and slept on his body. My large breasts were pushed up and squeezed
on his firm chest. This way we held each other tightly and kissed deeply. Only my
hips moved up and down caressing his stem with my wet pussy muscles. After a few
minutes of kissing I sat up on him and started riding him, this time seeking my own
pleasure and release. My breasts swayed before his eyes by the movement of my body.
My swollen nipples were a ready invitation to him.

He reached up and held my dangling breasts and squeezed them. “your tits are so
lovely, big and firm .. I could feast on them the whole day.”

I leaned forward and fed one of my nipples into his mouth. “Suck it then, suck as
much as you want … aww…idiot don’t bite … suck… yes that’s it..”

This way I was in control of the coupling. I could move at my pace and my pleasure.
He was rigid and hard like iron. With all the grinding of my pussy on his love pole
he could still last long without finishing, unlike the complaints some of my women
friends had about their husbands. I saw from his facial muscles contortion that he
too was filled with pleasure like I was. The room was filled with the sounds of our
gasps and moans of joy. My pussy had become accustomed to his largeness and he was
sliding in and out quite easily now.

“You like this ah? nng… nng..”

“Oh yes… a married cunt is the best cunt to fuck… and yours is the best,” he said
huskily.

“Why don’t you marry and get your own married cunt.”

He laughed, “I’ve fucked so many wives, they give more pleasure to me than their
husbands. Nothing beats the thrill of fucking a cheating wife.”

That’s what it meant to him when he was fucking me too, though in my case it was
not strictly cheating, as my husband knows what’s going on.

I started moving my hips faster as I felt my climax getting near. I closed my eyes
and concentrated on my own pleasure. He too knew I was getting near as he saw my
expression of lust. My moans were getting louder. He pushed his hips up too at the
same time wanting me to reach my orgasm.

“That’s it baby … come for me yes…darling yes… bathe my cock with your cunt juice
baby.”
My nerves were dangling once more and the light seem to disappear from my eyes. My
head was thrust back as my closed eyes faced the ceiling. As a bolt of ecstatic
bliss shot through me, I fell on him as my body spasmed.

“AAAAHHHHhhhhh………,” a loud bawl escaped from my lips as I reached an intense

orgasm.

Shiva held me tightly and locked his lips over mine so that the follow up squeals
were muffled in his mouth. We kissed till the pleasure slowly eased off. I slowly
opened my eyes and looked at him. He smiled at me.

“Was it good Swetha?”

I could only nod. I could see that he was happy that he had pleased me but there
was something else in his look. Yes, there was a victorious look. It took me a few
moments to comprehend the reason why. He had not finished along with me this time.
I remembered what he had said. He would usually make a woman come twice or thrice
before he reached his climax. For our first time together, he was not able to do
that but this time he had succeeded in holding off. He sat up with his penis still
swollen and hard in my pussy.

“I’m going to give you more pleasure than this my sweetheart. I’ve just started.”

He sat up with his cock still lodged inside my pussy. My legs entwined behind his
back as our pelvis was thrust against each other. He started his movements now. He
held my hips and pulled me in and out as he moved his hips the same way. I had both
my hands around his neck. He leaned his head towards mine. I knew what he wanted to
do and met his lips with my lips. We kissed passionately as we fornicated in a
sitting position. He could easily play with my breasts in this manner. With my
locked my legs around his waist, my thighs were rubbing against the side of his
waist. He would now and then suck on my breast as we mated. I hoped he left some
mother’s milk for my son otherwise it’s only going to be baby’s formula feed for my
son.

I could see his passion and lust growing too. We could not move fast enough for his
liking in this position. He lay me down on the bed, placed a pillow beneath my
buttocks and got in between my legs. He took my hand and placed it on his wet cock.
He wanted me to place it at my pussy. He wanted the thrill of seeing that I wanted
and was eager for his super-sized staff to penetrate my intimate channel. I lodged
the head of his cock in my entrance pushing aside my cunt lips with the tip of his
tool. He slid his cock in effortlessly into me as he had me sufficiently wet to
receive him.

He grunted and I moaned as we mated ravenously. I was so moist that there was a wet
sloshing sound as his pole churned my wetness in my love pot. He thrust long, hard,
deep and fast. I locked him to my body with my legs as humped his hips furiously.
Every thrust sent little shocks of pleasure inside me. His muscles were stiff and
hard too as my nails dug into his flesh. This time the bed shook with the vigour of
his assault. I was getting close. I needed him to finish too.

“Come in me baby … yes… oh Shiva… I want your potent male seed in my womb… come on
baby.”

His movement of his hips became ragged. He was growling like an animal.

“Flood my fertile womb with your seed darling … I want it …now .. now..”

He roared as he came. His jerking cock was spewing his load deep inside me. The
gush of his life fluid triggered my own orgasm. I bit on his shoulder as my
fingernails drew grooves on his back muscles.

Ten minutes had passed. Shiva was sleeping, a light snore coming from him. I took
my head off his chest and lay beside him with my back turned to him. I was in deep
thoughts contemplating how my life in a matter of a little over two months is in
this sort of turmoil. I had got the revenge I had sought but why did that not give
me any solace or peace. Sex with Shiva had been pleasurable but why did it not give
me any satisfaction that I had got my revenge. Deep within me a fear grew that my
stubbornness and unthinking behaviour has created more problems than solutions for
my life. My thoughts went back to the past and how happy things were then. The day
I first met my husband. How sweet and memorable were those days. What has gone
wrong?

Episode 9 (Flashback)

“Swetha, make sure you take time off and come back early this evening. The groom
and his family are coming to see you today,” my mother told me on the phone as I
was busy in my office.

“Remember mom, it’s because you and dad were very insistent that I agreed to this
but …,” as I was talking my mother interrupted.

“I know, I know but the boy is in a very good job, he has a very good income and
also he comes from a very good family. You are sure to like him.”

“Mom, don’t interrupt, let me finish what I want to say. If I don’t like the man, I
will tell the family off directly to their faces. Be ready for that.” My family
knows I am very capable of doing that.

I could see that my mother was flustered by the tone of her voice. “Don’t do
something like that. It will be embarrassing for everyone. If you’re not
interested, we will give some excuse about horoscope or something else and manage
it afterwards.”

“What nonsense, how can you give that excuse. You asked them to come after matching
our horoscopes didn’t you?”

“Okay, okay, we’ll tell something else but I saw the boy’s photo he was good
looking. I’m sure you will like him.”

“Yeah, you alone see the photo as if we are looking for a groom for you, but don’t
show it to me,” I said with a bit of irritation.

“Watch it, you are going to get it from me, remember who you are talking to. The
marriage broker had only one photo and he had another place where he wanted to show
that to. Anyway, you are going to see him directly today.”

“What a miserly family, can’t even give more than one photo. This is the type of
groom you’ve seen for me is it.”

“You don’t talk too much, just make sure you come home early,” my mother said with
finality.

My friend Kavita who was listening to all this asked me,” Hey Swetha, you’ve got a
prospective groom coming to see you today is it?”

“Yeah, I have to go and stand in front of them like a doll. So humiliating. I don’t
like this one bit.”
My friend smiled at me and said,” If you had wanted to avoid this you should have
at least fallen in love with one of the many guys who were smitten by you. There
were enough guys to choose from wasn’t there?”

I reflected on what Kavita said,” True but none of them interested me.”

Kavita said impishly,” Swetha if this match making goes through there are a lot of
guys who are going to be heartbroken.”

I smiled at her a bit sheepishly and even a bit shyly. I was made aware that I had
very good looks by the number of admirers I had from quite a while ago.

“Anyway Swetha, all the best,” Kavita said genuinely pleased for me.

“Not me, you should say all the best to whoever he is and he should hope I like him
in the first place,” I joked with Kavita but there was truth in that too.

“Whatever said and done don’t be so cocky,” Kavita said with a smile but there was
no malice in her words or in her heart.

That evening his parents, his elder brother and his wife and their kid had come
along with him to see me. I was made to dress up attractively (much to my
annoyance) and was told to serve tea to all of them. As I served him, he looked at
me with a small smile on his face. Hmm the guy looks very smart I said to myself. I
was surprised that I had a natural affinity for him when I set my eyes on him for
the first time. His family members were all very friendly and I took a liking to
them too.

“We like the girl a lot, she looks so lovely and she looks like a very calm girl,”
my future mother in law said.

I was afraid my mom and dad would burst out laughing on hearing this. Me? A very
calm girl?”

“What do you say?” she asked her son.

He whispered something in her ear. She said something in return to which he said
something more. I could see that his mother was uncomfortable.

“He’s asking for two to three days time to give his answer,” she said clearly
embarrassed.

I had a rush of anger on hearing this. My mother gripped my hand hard and indicated
to me, by her action to be calm. Who does he think he is, would he ever be able to
get a better girl than me, these thoughts burned in my mind. They came here very
joyfully but I could see regret on the faces of his family members as they left. It
seems like everyone in his family liked me instantly except him.

After they left, I shouted at my parents,” This was why I didn’t agree to all this
in the first place.”

“Don’t get upset, women have to be patient, let’s see what they say in two, three
days time,” this was my mom.

“They will definitely say yes, they will like you ma,” this was my dad.

“After this, even if they say yes, I’m not going to agree,” this was me.
I went off in a huff to my room and did not come out even though my mother tried to
speak to me. I only came out when it was time for dinner. What to do I was hungry.
All through dinner my mother tried to pacify me but I refused to be mollified. I
silently ate and went back to my room.

Next day around 3 pm I received a call from an unknown number. Since it was an
unfamiliar number, I ignored it. Soon a call came once again, this time too it was
from that number. Okay let’s see who it is I decided and took the call.

“Hello, Swetha?”

I couldn’t recognise the voice. I said,“Yes? Speaking.”

“Hi this is Mahesh.”

I bristled hearing that name. It was the man who had come to see me yesterday in my
house.

“Why are you calling me, shouldn’t you be speaking to my mom or dad,” I said. My
irritation was clear in my voice.

“No, actually I want to speak to you.”

“What is there to speak to me.”

“I know you are angry and I can understand that but please just give me about 15
minutes only, I promise I won’t take up more of your time.”

Why do men think so big about themselves, he behaved like that yesterday and now he
wants to talk to me. Okay, let it be, this would be a good opportunity to give him
a piece of my mind. So, I agreed to meet him.

“Thank you, I’ll meet you outside your office at 6pm,” Mahesh said.

I called my mom and told her about the situation.

My mother was very happy at first till she remembered about my temperament. “Hey
Swetha, you be polite and listen to what he has to say. You don’t start scolding
him okay? Patience is a virtue remember that,” she pleaded with me.

Exactly at 5.58pm he parked his car in front of my office. The man is punctual, at
least that can be said about him. His eyes were searching for me here and there.
Two young women who were working in my office kept turning their heads and gave
admiring glances at him as they walked past. I don’t know why that irritated me. He
is nothing to me so why should I get irritated if any stupid female admires him.

I walked up to him and said,” Hello I’m over here. Okay tell me, what is this all
about.” I was very business like in how I spoke.

I saw his face brighten when he saw me. His face broke in a pleasant smile. “Shall
we have a drink or coffee as we talk,” he asked.

“That won’t be necessary, just tell me what you want to say,” I replied tersely.

“Please, it’s a personal matter, let’s not talk like this. How about, if we go to
that hotel.”

He pointed out a three-star hotel that was located quite near my office. I pondered
what to do for a few moments then agreed to his request. There were very few
patrons at the restaurant/lounge of the hotel. We chose a corner and sat down.
Immediately a waiter came to serve us.

“What will you have?” he asked me.

“I don’t want anything, you go ahead,” I said.

He looked at me pleadingly. “I know you are very annoyed with me but please have
something.”

I didn’t want to make a scene with the waiter still hovering around us waiting for
our orders.

“Okay, I leave it to you, anything would do.”

“Two orange juices,” he ordered to the waiter and turned to face me after the
waiter left.

“You are very upset that I didn’t say okay to you yesterday, isn’t that so?” he
asked with a kind smile.

“What is there to be upset, it’s your wish,” I replied, the annoyance in my voice
belying my words.

“To tell you the truth I liked you when I first saw your photo. That’s why I agreed
to come with my parents. You were even more lovely when I saw you directly.”

I was puzzled. He said he needed time but now he is laying it on thick in his
compliments. Then why did he not say okay yesterday. My anger was overcome by my
puzzlement.

He understood what I was thinking by the expression on my face.

“Swetha, it was not important that I liked you, it was more important that you
liked me.”

I was astonished at his words. He was almost echoing what I said to my friend
Kavita – ‘it’s not that the guy must like me, I must like him first.’

“Then why didn’t you say this yesterday?”

“No. I thought it was important to know about your wishes first. I tried to get
your contact details or office number first but that broker refused to divulge any
information.”

“Didn’t you realise that when I agreed for you to come and see me, I was also okay
with this?” I said.

“Sometimes the parents force the girl to agree, I didn’t want that to be in your
case.”

If that is what he thought then he doesn’t know me. No one can force me to do
anything.

“Well you could have asked to speak to me alone and got my opinion yesterday.” I
was not letting him get off easy. I needed to probe further.

“In that case, that would have indicated that I am interested and if I had said no
after that, the suspicion for the rejection would have fallen on you.”
If I had really been in love with someone, I am the type who is bold enough to
directly tell my parents and face any opposition head on but how was Mahesh to know
about this.

“So, what you’re saying is that you like me?”

Mahesh smiled, “I know I look like a fool but I’m not that big a fool. Which idiot
would say he doesn’t like you.”

I laughed out when he said this. Now happiness filled my heart. I could see him and
really relax for the first time since we met today.

“I decided to come to your house only after I had already made up my mind that I
would very much like you to be a part of my life. I know how much pain it would
cause a woman if someone comes to see her and reject her afterwards. I do not like
that to happen .. to any girl.”

I liked the empathy he had for the plight of the woman. He seems to really value
the feelings of a woman. I started getting respect for him.

“So, tell me, are you agreeable to marry me? You are not in love with someone else
by any chance?” He was looking at me with hope and a little bit of trepidation as
far as I can notice.

“Are you testing me to see if I have a boyfriend before?” I was once more
irritated.

“No don’t mistake me. If you had been sincerely in love with someone and it had
broken up, it’s not an issue for me at all. You are very beautiful. It will be a
surprise only if no one else proposed to you before. I was stunned when I saw your
photo for the first time. I can guess the effect you would have had on others.”

I didn’t answer him instead asked him,” Have you been in love with someone else and
that relationship had broken off?”

“I had a crush on a couple of girls. I was getting close to a college mate too but
nothing really developed between us and we lost contact after our graduation. So,
there is no love story to tell,” he said.

“You haven’t told me your decision?” his eagerness coupled with anxiety was evident
in his voice.

I looked at his face. He was very anxious, I could see it on his face. For what he
did yesterday I too pretended to be seriously considering his question as I looked
at his face.

“Please don’t look like that. I’m so scared that you would say no. My heart has
never beat this fast before.”

I controlled the smile that threatened to break on my face.

“You don’t know how many temples I went and prayed in this morning so that you
would not reject me,” he said with a puppy dog expression.

I couldn’t control myself anymore. I burst out laughing. “I’m not going to be
responsible for you to get a heart attack, I agree too.”
When I saw the sheer delight on his face when I said that, it filled my heart with
joy too.

Episode 10 (Flashback – continued)

At that time the waiter brought us the drinks we ordered. We silently sipped our
drinks each with our own thoughts. It dawned on us that we had just accepted the
fact that we are going to spend the rest of our lives together.

“Excuse me,” I said, “I have to go to the ladies.”

He just smiled broadly and nodded his head. I could see he was beaming much more
than one would naturally expect. It just showed how happy he was. He must really,
really like me. The first thing I did when I went into the ladies room was examine
my looks. I was not bothered about it before as I was angry and was meeting him
reluctantly, but now I was conscious about my looks. Luckily, I had applied some
lipstick before I left the office. Now I freshened it more and took out my small
hair brush from my handbag and combed my hair a bit. Satisfied at how I look, I
took my mobile phone and called my mother. My mother must have been on tenterhooks
waiting for my call. She immediately answered the phone.

“Swetha, did you see him .. did he talk to you .. what did he say, where are you
now,” she rattled off without giving me a chance to speak.

“Cool ma, cool. Let me speak. If you keep talking like this, how can I reply.”

“Sorry dear, I was so anxious. This is a very good match for you, that’s why.”

“Okay, okay, listen, he said he likes me very much.”

“Oh, thank god, you gave me really good news,” my mother was delighted on hearing
this.

I smiled here on hearing how happy my mom was. “I’m talking from the ladies. He is
waiting for me, bye, I’ll talk to you later.

“Okay but don’t be too long,” this was the conservative part of my mom speaking.

“Okay, okay, I’ll come soon. I’m not going to run away with him now itself and
start living with him.”

“Idiot, where that slipper now ...,” she threatened but she was too delighted to be
annoyed by my banter. You make sure you don’t talk too much, like this and speak to
him properly like a demure girl.”

“Okay maam, I’ll go and speak to him like a small innocent baby,” I said laughingly
as I cut the phone.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting,” I said as I sat down.

“No problem at all, it’s okay.”

“Tell me about yourself. What are your interests, hobbies, likes,” he was still
addressing me in respectful terms used by people who are still acquaintances.

“Let me first tell you about what I don’t like,” I replied.

He looked at me curiously, wanting to know what I meant.

“First thing is I don’t like you calling me with respectful terms. Just call me as
you would a friend.”

“Okay in that case, you too just call me Mahesh,” he replied.

I started talking about myself and he asked some questions in between and made me
talk more about myself. I liked it that he was a good listener. In fact I thought I
may have revealed more about myself than I intended.

“I’m the one who is talking. You have not said anything about yourself,” I said
finally.

“No, it’s that I couldn’t take my eyes off your face. I just kept admiring you as
you spoke.”

My face reddened as sudden shyness overtook me. Swetha being demure, I thought to
myself, will wonders never cease. To hide my bashfulness, I asked him in return,”
So you were just looking at my face and didn’t listen to anything I said.”

“Nothing like that, I was both listening to what you said and admiring you at the
same time.”

I looked at him in mock reproach. “Well, not today, but I’ll test you another day
and see if you can repeat what I told you about myself today.”

He just smiled when I said that. Even for this is a smile the only answer from him,
I thought to myself. He looked quite handsome when he smiled .. I too was admiring
him without his knowing. (In fact, if one were to compare between my husband and
Shiva as far as facial look alone is concerned, my husband was the more handsome
between the two of them. At five feet nine inches of height, he was also fairly
well built. Not the body builder type of build of Shiva but firm muscled. As he
spoke to me that day, I felt I was slowly falling in love with him. Did those
feeling arise because in my mind I had accepted that he was going to be my future
husband, I couldn’t say. However, one thing was sure, even if this was not the
scenario, I still would have been attracted to him.

I’ve never had this feeling for another man before. We spoke not as two people who
have just met but like we have known each other for a long time. I felt very
comfortable being with him .. actually he made me feel comfortable when I was with
him. I didn’t know how time flew and before we knew it, it was already dinner time.
Even though I declined he insisted on buying me dinner. By that time my mother had
already called three time. Since the phone was on silent mode, I ignored her calls.
I was only with her future son in law and not someone else. So why was she
unnecessarily worrying. It was nine in the evening when the watchman opened the
gate and my scooty entered into my apartment complex. As the watchman was about to
close the gate, I saw his car turn back. He saw that I had noticed him and he waved
to me as he drove away. Without me being aware he had followed me to ensure that I
reached home safely. Okay that’s one more plus for him. As I entered my home my
mother had a hundred questions, or it seemed like that. My answers to all her
questions were monosyllabic which irritated her further.

Finally, I told my mom,” His parents will call you tomorrow.”

“Alright, you quickly take bath and have your dinner,” My mom told me.

“No need, your future son in law bought me dinner. I didn’t let him off easy, I
made sure it was a big bill,” I said smiling at my mother.
“I know my daughter .. very capable of doing all this. Poor Mahesh, he doesn’t know
what he is letting himself into.” My mom too said with a huge smile on her face.

“He is not your son in law yet but you are already worrying for him,” I said with
my hands on the hips.

I stared at my mother as my father was listening to the conversation between his

wife and his daughter. Even though he didn’t say anything I could see the happiness
in his face.

“I’m going to have my bath then going to sleep,” I said though the time was not
even ten yet.

“We know, you won’t have time to talk with us anymore,” My mother mocked me.

“Well my dear mom, as long as you understand that, well and good,” I said as I
cheekily turned my back to them and walked into my bedroom.

I took a leisurely bath. My mind was full of what had happened this evening. I had
gone to work in a bad mood. Even my friend Kavita couldn’t speak to me as I barked
at everyone for every little thing. From this Kavita had deduced that things had
not gone well for me yesterday. She too must have thought discretion would be
better at this point and avoided talking to me unless necessary. How things changed
by that evening. I was reflecting how it was that I had become so fond of someone
in such a short period of time. It had never happened to me before. We just seemed
to have naturally hit it off from the beginning. After finishing my bath and
dressing up for bed. I lay down with the phone beside me ready at hand. For a long
time, it did not ring. As time went on, I was becoming impatient. I kept staring at
the phone.

“What is this man doing it’s reaching 10.30 in the night and he has still not
called,” I was mumbling to myself.

“If he doesn’t call tonight, he is going to get it,” I promised myself ominously.

Just as I was thinking that my phone rang. My hearted lifted in joy but I did not
want him to think that I was just eagerly waiting only for his call and I just let
the phone ring. After It had stopped it was more than five minutes and he still had
not called back a second time. This time I became worried, I cursed myself for not
attending his call. Luckily, he called just then. This time I took the phone after
three rings lest he keep it down once more.

“Hello, Mahesh, tell me,” I still couldn’t get myself to call him dear or baby. It
still felt awkward.

“Hi Swetha, were you getting ready to sleep?”

“Yeah, I was just about to when you called.”

“Oh, in that case never mind, I’ll call you tomorrow. “

Good god, what a dunce this man is I thought to myself. I better speak quickly or
he’ll cut the phone. “No, it’s okay, I don’t feel sleepy yet. Why did you call?”

“I just felt like talking to you.”

“We spoke for so long just now and you like to talk with me some more?” I said as
if astounded but very pleased inside.
“No matter how long I talk with you it will never be enough.”

“I know, before marriage our words would be very sweet for you but after marriage
you men would scold your wives in irritation if they want to have a conversation
with you.”

“I would never say that to you, your voice is something I will never get fed up of
hearing.”

“Let’s see, how true this is going to be after marriage,” I needled, him.

He too did not give in. “You are going to see that for sure after marriage Swetha,”
he spoke to me warmly.

These were all very new feelings for me. If only I knew that falling in love would
feel so wonderful, I should have done this idiotic thing long ago. This thing
cannot be forced on isn’t it, I admonished myself. It comes naturally when your
right man come along. The right man has finally come into my life.

“Swetha, it’s not only your voice that I would never become fed up of,” Mahesh said
and did not say anything further.

He expected me to ask what else it was. I took the bait. “What else you won’t
become fed up off.”

I could hear him laugh softly. This future husband of mine can be quite bold and
naughty I thought to myself. We had just about told our liking for each other and
he was getting ready to be naughty straightaway. However, this playfulness coming
from him felt so right and pleasing.

“If I tell you Swetha you must not get angry with me okay?”

I thought to myself, should I let him go further at this point of our relationship
or should I wait a bit more.

“No, no, I think it’s better I not know about it.”

“Sure, you don’t want to know,” he teased me.

“No, I’m sure.”

“Why, Swetha?”

“You will say something bad and I would feel very shy,” I replied.

“Would I say something bad to my sweetheart,” Mahesh said.

He called me sweetheart for the first time. In fact, it was the first time a man
was calling me sweetheart. I felt a surge of joy in my heart.

“No, you don’t have to say anything now to your sweetheart,” I replied.

He laughed out loud on the phone. We spoke unaware of time flying by. I am usually
asleep by 11.30 pm when I have office the next day but today, I didn’t feel one bit
sleepy. It was around 2.30 am that we realised how long we had spoken. My phone
itself felt hot as I had been speaking with the phone being charged as we had been
speaking for so long. He was the one who phoned so the bill was going to be on his
head. He should start getting ready to pay huge phone bills.
These thoughts of how wonderfully our relationship started was causing me so much
distress now when that very relationship was in great turmoil and risk. I felt
morose at the situation I was in not realising that I had part responsibility for
matters to reach this terrible state. I don’t know how I fell asleep with all these
disturbing thoughts in my mind. I was awakened from my fitful sleep by a very
pleasant feeling that was running through in my body.

Episode 11

I moaned half asleep with this pleasurable feeling disturbing my sleep. I still
could not open my eyes though my body squirmed as pleasure slowly spread through
me. I forced my eyes open. It took a few seconds for my eyes to be able to focus.
Shiva was on his knees before my spread thighs. He must have pushed my legs apart.
In my sleep I had been unaware when he had done that. He had his first two fingers
inside my pussy slowly finger fucking me. That was the reason for the pleasurable
feeling that had woken me up. He was staring closely at my private part as his
fingers rubbed my inner wall. He was actually examining my pussy the way I had
examined his cock earlier when I had sucked him. I now felt shy that I was exposing
myself like that as a visual treat for him. He stuck out his tongue as he bent
forward. I could feel the tip of his tongue brushing up and down against my
clitoris.

“Hhmm…haahh…,” I moaned.

He looked up at my face and smiled when he realised that I was awake now.

“Wow this is a treasure .. how lovely your love tunnel is baby,” he said in a deep
husky voice.

He was making my vagina start to ooze its fluid. There was the laziness of the
half-asleep body in me. My senses were still not fully alert. His caresses were
quickly weakening my will for resistance. I was slowly forgetting everything else
and getting immersed in the physical intimacy of moment. He buried his head in my
snatch and started tonguing me more vigorously. My hands grabbed his head and
pressed it to my cunt. His tongue went in my hole and directly lapped my pleasure
liquid. Every caress of his tongue and fingers was giving me intense pleasure. I
locked my thighs around his head with my feet resting on his back. He brought his
other hand up and started to knead my breast as he licked and finger fucked him. My
pelvis pushed up feeding more and more of my pussy to his mouth.

“mmhhaa… mmhhaaa… mmhhaa, “ I moaned rhythmically as he pleasured me with his

fingers and mouth.

He was lapping up all that I secreted.

“Don’t you ever get tired of this,” I groaned hoarsely.

He raised his head up. His wet face indicated how much he had made me flow. “Don’t
you like me doing this,” he retorted, I know you do because I’m getting to taste so
much of your nectar .. and it is intoxicating.”

Saying this he buried his face in my pussy once more. After awhile I knew he had
made me ready to be able to take his thickness in my tight hole again. I pulled his
face up to mine and kissed him deeply tasting myself on his lips.

“Give me your big manhood, I want to suck it.” I needed to cool down myself a
little as I didn’t want to come too fast and also, I needed to get him quickly
towards the brink of his own peak. I didn’t want this to be a prolonged sex
session.

He eagerly came and squatted beside my head on his knees and leaned his body
forward bring his cock to my mouth.

“Suck it baby, suck your husband’s friend’s cock. Show me how much you like it
lover,” he held his cock and tapped my lips with the shaft.

I opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth. I held it by the base of the
stalk so that in his passion he does shove it fully in my mouth and choke me. I
moved my head up and down fast, sucking his rod as I pulled on his skin from the
base of his cock. I had my other hand over his buttocks, lightly holding him there.
I moved my head quite rapidly wanting to excite him quickly. While he fed his cock
to my mouth, he was still fingering my cunt with his fingers. He too was not
letting me cool and was keeping my arousal at fever pitch.

He knew all the tricks there was. He had enough practice of that with various
women. I think not exclusively wives of friends, acquittance or relatives but
surely in some instances there would be complete strangers too. No one would have
been taboo to a person like this, even relatives. I would think that there would be
some cousin or uncle’s wife who was a victim of his lust. For many of my husband’s
friends, the wives of friends or relatives would be out of bounds for them but for
an amoral person like Shiva those types of restrictions don’t apply.

I kept half of his stem in my mouth and just did a suction action without moving my
head. Sometimes I would just keep the head of his penis in my mouth and would shake
his cock very fast. When I did this more of his precum would seep onto my tongue. I
would swallow that without hesitation. I would then squeeze his balls gently, which
again had the same effect on his throbbing rod. I saw the arousal on his face as he
watched me suck his cock. It must have been a dream come true for him to see my red
lips stretched around and gripping his love stem. Among all his friend’s wives I
was the one he yearned most for and at the same time also thought was beyond his
reach. Now however, to his great delight, his cock was sliding in and out my mouth.

“Swetha honey suck it baby …suck my cock.. I wanted to fuck your mouth for so
long .. yes baby .. suck ..suck..”

He was blabbering in lust as his desire was getting fulfilled. I took out his cock
from my mouth and looked at him. Looking at him now I figured he was also quite
aroused and would not take very long to finish.

“Come on baby, I want your huge cock inside me.. fuck me baby.”

He held his cock in his hand and rubbed the red bud over my lips as if putting
lipstick on my lips. It was not lipstick but his precum that was coating my lips. I
kissed the tip and bit it gently. He was still reluctant to take it away from my
mouth yet.

“You know Swetha I’ve fucked many women but no one even comes close to you.”

“Shh.. enough talk .. come fuck me.”

Saying this I sat up on the bed and pulled my nightie off my body and threw it on
the bed beside me. I then lay down again on my back with my legs wide open to
invite him between them.

His dream girl, his friend’s wife calling him like that fired his lust to the very
peak. Shiva held my legs and moved me so that I lay on my side. He got in between
my legs so that his legs were scissoring my legs. He held one leg close to his body
with the calf of the leg resting on his shoulder while the other leg, along with my
body was resting on the bed. When he pulled up my leg like this my pussy lips gaped
slightly as if knowing it needs to be ready to receive his cock. He held his cock
and rubbed it against the pussy lips as a prelude to shoving it in. He slowly
pushed all of his shaft into my pussy.

“ss..ah..,” It’s hitting against my womb baby, don’t push it in so deep, roughly.”

His wanton desire for me sometimes made him forget himself. Or it could be that
some women who he had fucked really enjoyed rough sex. If so, he was well equipped
to give them what they wanted.

“Sorry dear, I’ll be careful. Your cunt is so tight it’s heaven to fuck you,” Shiva
eyes were red with lust as he said this.

Shiva reached forward and gripped my breast. His fingers sunk into the soft flesh.
My pert tit was tortured pleasantly by his hand. He pinched and rolled my nipple
between his thumb and forefinger. His hips started pumping as he began to screw me.

“I’ve fucked you two times without condom, aren’t you afraid you would become
pregnant.”

“No, Shiva, no chance of that at this time.”

I could see he was disappointed but that didn’t bother me. I was not here for the
sole reason to fulfil all his fantasies. “Why is your face going like that,” I
asked knowing full well the answer.

“No, nothing,” he said as he continued to bang his pelvis against mine, every time
he stroked his cock inside my pussy.

I gently caressed his stomach with the tips of my fingers and asked him again,”
it’s okay tell me what it is.”

He pushed his cock in faster wanting to ignite my lust further as he told his
innermost desire,” I want you to be mine more than anyone else Swetha.”

I tried to control my squeals of pleasure as his cock rubbed firmly against my wet
inner muscles. Slight white foam appeared at the entrance of my vagina as his rod
had been churning my secretion for a long time.

“So,” I asked him.

“I want us to be together for a long time. Our union will only be complete if
together we have a love child as symbol of our need for each other.”

That may be his dream but that was not I wanted. I have to tell him that this
affair of ours won’t last long, even though I knew that my husband and Gauri had
been having an affair for around two months. This needn’t be for that period. A few
times as a proper lesson to my husband then to be ceased forever. This is not the
time however, to tell him that. I have to choose an appropriate time to do that.

“This is too much, this desire of yours,” is all I said to him.

His cock went almost out before sliding in as deep as it could go. As he pulled out
from inside, my pussy lips which were tightly stuck to his flesh was also pulled
outward and then was pushed back in as he shoved his rod back in. As time went on
and I had become wetter, this didn’t happen that much as his stalk greased by my
love fluid made it easy for it to slide in and out. He had started to move faster
and I knew he was also striving for his own release.

“Hmm faster .. harder..” I encouraged him further.

“HHump…baby so tight … ahh so good..”

I grabbed on to the bedsheet as the force of his hips humping pushed my body up.

“You buffalo, that’s it …sss…do it faster…,”

“hhum…humm… I’m going to tear your cunt baby… fuck your cunt hard…”

These were not words of endearment between two people in love but groans of lust
between two unfaithful lovers concentrating on the illicit pleasure. Our groans
became incoherent as lust completely overtook us. I was the one to reach my climax
first. As my spasming body slowly relaxed I caressed his thighs and buttocks,
wanting him to reach his orgasm too. After a minute or so after that Shiva with a
roar, pushed his hip in hard and held himself still like that as his cock spewed
out its molten life fluid.

When we came back to our normal state after our intimate exertions, I suddenly
noticed that the time was already 6.30 in the morning. From the role of an
adulterous lover I quickly changed into my role as a wife. Shiva had his arm around
my body. I pushed it away from me, got up, went to the attached bathroom and
cleaned myself up. When I came out, I saw Shiva wide awake looking at me.

“Good morning baby,” Only now he is wishing me good morning, after he had finished
fucking me and getting his pleasure. He had his priorities right as far as he was
concerned.

I did not really think of wishing him in return.

“Okay Shiva, get dressed up and leave, I’ve got to get breakfast ready for my
husband.”

He got up and came and hugged me. We were both still naked. He held my breast in
his hand and squeezed it. He kissed me on the neck and was moving to kiss me. I
moved my head away.

“There is no time for that, I’ve got things to do.”

I quickly released myself from his embrace, took the nightie from the bed and wore
it.

“You leave as quickly as you can,” I told him and left the room without waiting for
his answer.

When I went into my room, I could hear the sound of my husband bathing. I looked
inside the cot. My son was sleeping soundly. There was an empty feeding bottle
beside him. I took it in my hand. My husband must have already fed him. Then
another depressing thought hit me. What if my husband was feeding our son at the
same time Shiva was fucking me for the third time for the night. I tried to
recollect how loud I had moaned. I couldn’t quite remember what I did in the heat
of passion. What if my husband had heard it .. and why should it matter to me.
Wasn’t that what I wanted as part of my revenge.

I quickly went to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast for my husband. It
amazed even me how quickly I moved from the role of a cheating lover to that of a
caring wife. No matter how my behaviour was last night, I knew for sure that it was
going to feel very disconcerting to face him this morning. This was already going
to be an awkward situation. I didn’t want Shiva to be here at the same time,
compounding the situation further. I quickly made dosas and chutney for my husband.
Just as I had finished doing it my husband also came to the dining area, attached
to the kitchen. At that very same time Shiva also came there after wearing his
clothes. The thing that I very much didn’t want to happen, happened.

It was mortifying for me that they both happened to come there at the same time, my
husband and my new lover. I could see the same type of unhappiness in my husband’s
face that I was feeling. However, the only one who found this situation to his
liking was Shiva who was not in the least affected by that. I remember Shiva
telling me earlier that the greatest thrill for him is to meet the husband the next
day after having fucked that man’s wife to his heart’s content the previous day.
Many a times the husband would not realise the reason for the happy and victorious
smile on his face, Shiva had said.

“The poor sap will be talking to me while I would be thinking of how his wife was
squealing in delight as I pounded her cunt the previous day,” Shiva had told me
with absolute bliss in his face.

I would have never thought before that one day such a situation would happen to my
husband, though of course my husband was aware of what had happened. Well was that
to be considered some consolation? I don’t know which was worse knowing what had
happened or being ignorant of it. So, here and now Shiva was enjoying the situation
very much. I think probably It would be doubly thrilling for him because in this
case Mahesh knows that he, Shiva, had been enjoying his wife’s body the whole
night. I could see the arrogant and happy smile on Shiva’s face as he looked at my
husband. At the same time, I could see the pain and humiliation on my husband’s
face.

At that time, I felt a pang of sympathy for my husband. I had wanted my pound of
flesh as revenge but that really didn’t speak well of me or my character. What I
thought was the right thing to do didn’t seem very right when I actually went
through with it. My dilemma was that I really had not thought how I would handle
the situation when things didn’t feel right. Here in this case, either Shiva should
have gone out earlier or he should have come after my husband had left for work. I
strongly suspected that Shiva had timed this on purpose. He had waited for my
husband to come before making his appearance. Only then can he rub it in to my
husband and I was the one who had created the condition for that to happen. My
thought had always been about me and my revenge to my husband I never thought of
the advantage a person like Shiva would take of the situation.

Episode 12

Shiva very casually spoke to my husband. There was no awkwardness for him in seeing
a friend face to face after spending the night with that friend’s wife. Well I
shouldn’t have expected it from him either. He was probably enjoying this very
much. Maybe the thrill for him would be almost equivalent to the sex itself.

“Hi, Mahesh, good morning. How was your night. Did you sleep well,” he spoke, very
coolly.

After having me, his wife, for the whole night, what ego he has got to ask my
husband like that I thought to myself. In the current situation, Shiva was happy,
Mahesh was stricken and I was self-conscious of the awkwardness we were in. This
whole situation arose because of me. After all I was the one who chose my own home
to have sex with my lover for the first time. This could have happened in Shiva’s
place. Then it would not have been as painful for my husband. I had behaved this
cruelly in my desire for payback.

What could my husband say if asked like this in this situation. He just said, “
hmm,” as a reply. I could see that he was very aggrieved at the time.

“I must have slept for only about two hours or so. The rest of the time was
fantastic fun, wasn’t that so Swetha,” Shiva asked me.

I knew he was doing this on purpose. He just wanted to tell my husband indirectly
that except for two hours or so the rest of the time was involved in us engaging in
sexual delight. My face reddened in embarrassment. I was totally distressed and I
stared at him as if wanting to burn him on the spot with my eyes but he seemed to
be oblivious to me. He was really thick skinned.

“Your wife was good company, you’re very lucky. You can get this whenever you
want,” he spoke to my husband in mocking tone. If you are lucky then I am luckier
in getting what belongs to you he seems to say.

I had enough. I was extremely irritated now. I can be angry with my husband. I may
even have wanted to chasten him by causing him pain but I could not tolerate he
being humiliated by anyone else. It was time for me to say something as my husband
was in such a disadvantageous position that he really couldn’t say anything.

“Why haven’t you left. Isn’t it time for your work,” I started chasing Shiva to
make him leave my house as soon as possible.

It seemed like he wasn’t going to be so easy to get rid off. He wasn’t moved by
anything I had to say.

“Hey, Swetha, breakfast is only for your husband is it .. nothing for me?”

“I can’t be making breakfast for everyone.” I needed to show Shiva there is a

difference between him and my husband for me. “I think it’s time for you to go.”

“How loving you were to me last night but now you are chasing me away,” Shiva said
as if exasperated by what I was doing. He actually wanted to indirectly inform my
husband that we spent last night not only for sex but also cuddled together
lovingly like true lovers after that.

I was at a loss for words. Shiva was making the situation very difficult for me. At
that time, I was very angry at him. I walked up to him and mumbled very softly but
severely so that only Shiva could hear me.

“If you say anything more, last night would be the last time you ever touched me or
set foot in this house,” I warned him.

Shiva got the message. He knew he had pushed the limit a bit too much. He finally
became silent. My husband didn’t know what I had told Shiva and was looking at us
with some confusion in his face. By Shiva facial expression he would have realised
that I had scolded him.

“Aren’t you going to work today,” Mahesh asked me very hesitantly.

“No, I’m not going today,” I too found it difficult to talk to him.

My husband and I were always so tender and loving in how we spoke to each other.
After my discovery of his affair with Gauri our conversations were strained and
difficult but after last night it had gone one step worse.
“I’ll take care of Ajay today,” I said.

Hearing this Shiva became very excited. “In that case I will take leave today too,”
Shiva said eagerly.

I saw my husband’s face fade as he heard this. At that time, it was so pitiable to
see his face like that. It gave me no pleasure in seeing him like this.

“That’s not necessary,” I quickly retorted,” I’m taking my son and going to my
mother’s house today, so you better go to work.”

I could see Mahesh’s face relaxing when he heard this. In actual fact I was not
intending to go anywhere but I needed to be alone for a while at this point of
time. Only if I said this would Shiva go away from here.

In about ten minutes I had sent my husband and my newfound lover off to their
office at almost around the same time. It was my lover who attempted to kiss me
goodbye rather than my husband. He wanted to kiss me on the lips but I turned my
head and he had to kiss me on my cheeks before he left. Shiva was the first to
leave while my husband was still there. Would I have kissed Shiva on the lips if my
husband had already left for office before him. I would never know.

I did some housekeeping work for a about half an hour. When all the mess had been
straightened, especially the guest bedroom, I played with my son for a few minutes.
That was the time I finally had a feeling of real peace. After I had fed my son, I
lay him to sleep on the bed. I was lost within my thoughts as I laid down beside
him. I had got the revenge that I had sought but yet it didn’t give me any
happiness or peace of mind that I thought would come with it. I had planned
everything with a mind in turmoil and had rapidly gone through it unthinking of the
consequences. After this what was I going to do, I was confused. One thing I knew,
I had caught a tiger by its tail and now it was going to be difficult to let go.
There was growing uneasiness in my heart.

How my life had turned on its head in this last two months. After my marriage I was
floating in the happiness of my close and loving relationship with my husband. I
was so happy that I believed no one could have a better partner than my husband as
their life mate. But now my life has become like this I thought in anguish. At that
time when both Mahesh and I had informed our families about our liking for each
other, things began to move fast. Both our families decided that we would have a
grand wedding in three months from that time. Meanwhile since the wedding was going
to be grand, they had decided that the engagement ceremony would be a simple
affair. After about three weeks later we had an engagement ceremony with only the
close relatives of both the families. During that time, that is, before the wedding
Mahesh and I would either meet or talk on the phone without fail almost everyday.
Even if we miss one day, we would definitely call or meet the following day.

Even my mother had remarked one day, “If you and Mahesh keep talking like this
everyday then what would you have left to talk about after marriage?”

I asked her in return,” was your marriage to dad a love marriage or arranged
marriage?”

“Arranged marriage, in my time my dad would have killed me if I had gone and told
him that I loved someone.”

“That’s what I thought, you were not gifted to have that, that’s why you are
jealous that I am getting a chance to love someone before marriage,” I teased her.

“You’re going to get it from me. You run your mouth off too much. It’s all because
of how your father lets you get away with everything.”

My father got a little scolding in the bargain.

“By the way don’t think I don’t know anything about love, after our marriage your
father and I loved each other very much.”

“Poor dad, what could he do after the marriage was over. He would have no choice
but to love you since fate had dealt him such a bad blow,” I needled my mother,
“but we are not like that” I said laughing at her.

“Now you’re really going to get it from me, You just wait, I’m coming,” she said
walking towards me, raising her hand as if to beat me.

I was laughing as I ran into my room and shut the door and locked it.

“You have to come out for dinner don’t you,” I heard my mother say outside the
door,” “I’ll get you then.” However, there was no anger in her voice. I could see
that she too was suppressing her laughter.

Waking up everyday was a joy knowing that I was going to marry a man who I had in
this very short time began to love very deeply. One time there was no phone or
message from him for four days. He didn’t try to come and see me and when I tried
to call him his phone was switched off. I didn’t know one could feel so depressed
like how I felt in those three/four days. On the one side sadness and depression
and on the other side anger that he has been ignoring me for those three days.

“Doesn’t he realise there is a girl who is suffering without hearing from him,” I
lamented to myself.

I was always morose. I didn’t speak to anyone properly. My mother had noticed this.

“Is there any problem between Mahesh and you,” she asked concern etched in her
voice.

“No, nothing like that,” I answered shortly before going to my room and locking
myself in. This was how I spent my time after coming back from office. Alone in my
room, unwilling to talk to anyone.

Since I was in my room my mom may have thought that I was talking to Mahesh while
inside. I even thought of calling his office but self pride prevented me from doing
it. If he truly cares for me, shouldn’t he make an effort to speak to me, I told
myself. By the fourth evening I couldn’t stand it anymore. I decided to call his
office and to settle the matter one way or other.

When I called his office, a lady with a very sweet voice answered the phone. From
the sound of the voice it was a young woman’s voice. “Mr. Mahesh is on medical
leave the last four days, he is down with a very bad viral, he won’t be back for
another two days.”

“Thanks, thanks for the info,” I said with deep consternation. I was so concerned
that I had even forgotten about that irrational instant pang of jealousy on hearing
that voice. Even my though of wanting to see who that sweet voice belonged too
vanished when I heard that Mahesh was unwell.

I immediately called my mom and told her about the situation and that I was going
to see Mahesh.
“There is only one month more for the wedding, it won’t be proper for you to go and
see him alone,” my mom was a little old college.

I immediately took time off from my office and left for Mahesh’s apartment. His
parents were staying in their hometown at that time and Mahesh was staying alone in
his apartment. Ignoring my mother’s advice, I quickly found my way to Mahesh’s
home. It was Mahesh who came and opened the door. Seeing his condition my eyes
immediately welled up in tears.

His unshaved face had the stubble of a few days, his hair was unkempt. There were
dark circles under his eyes. His handsome face was now looking so faded. He had
been so badly affected in these few days, I thought with heartache.

“What happened to you, I heard you were not well, why didn’t you tell me anything,”
I was rattling off with concern.

He just gave me a small smile and told me,” first come inside.”

He went and sat on the sofa and I sat close beside him.

“Why, ma, you’re crying, I’m okay now,” he said as his hand brushed off the tears
on my cheeks.

I grabbed his hand in both my hands and held it on my cheeks. I gave a kiss to his
hand and said,” you look so bad, I can see that you had suffered badly by how you
look, why didn’t you tell me.” Fresh tears started flowing from my eyes.

“See, this is what I didn’t want. I knew you will start worrying too much. I
thought of telling you after I became okay.”

“What difference did it make. Without talking to you these four days and not
knowing the reasons I was so worried and shattered. So, you didn’t spare me any
worries. In fact, not knowing what was going on was even worse. My mind thought of
so many bad scenarios. Has your love for me diminished, or you are fed up of
talking to me, I thought of so many unreasonable causes for you not talking to me
for these past four days.”

“Sorry dear, I thought of at least talking to you without telling you I am down
with fever but the last three days was so bad I was sleeping most of the time. Only
today I was going to call you late evening.”

When he told me how he had suffered for the past three days my heart broke. I
hugged him to myself and held him tight.

“It’s okay, I’m here for you anymore. I’m going to take two days leave and look
after you.”

He got out of my embrace and looked at me. “I’m recovering well now, it’s not
necessary. I don’t want you to get infected by me. I’ll be okay by tomorrow. You
don’t have to take leave.”

“I don’t care if I get the fever from you, I want to take care of you.”

“You fool, did I take the trouble to hide this from you so that you too suffer like
me with fever,” he scolded me with fondness. “You know I can’t stand to see you
suffer.”

His care for me made me so happy inside but I still wanted him to pamper me with
sweet endearments. “You are calling me a fool,” I said with mock sadness.
“Yes, you are my sweet darling, beautiful fool,” Mahesh said to my delight.

Before he could say anything further, I held him by his cheeks in my two hands and
kissed him on the forehead. This was the first kiss I had ever given him. I slowly
kissed him on his eyes and slowly came down. My lips sought his lips. My warm
breath was on his face. As our lips just about brushed together, we were startled
by the door bell ringing at that time. We quickly separated. I smiled to myself as
I saw the disappointment in his face. I too was disappointed but unlike him I hid
it well.

“Which idiot is disturbing us now,” Mahesh cursed under his breath.

I smiled as I heard him say this. He looked at me as if to say, don’t you laugh now
and went and opened the door. The next time he gets a chance I have to give a mega,
long, deep kiss I decided to myself. Poor chap he was so disappointed just now.
When he opened the door there was a man standing there. He must be Mahesh’s friend
I guessed.

“Come in Mahen,” Mahesh called him in.

As he was walked in, he was a little taken aback when he saw me sitting on the
sofa. He looked to be about the same age as Mahesh.

“Mahen, this is my fiancé Swetha and Swetha this is my very close childhood friend
Mahen,” Mahesh introduced us to each other.

“So, this is Swetha, I’m so happy meeting you. Mahesh always keeps talking about
you.”

I was delighted to hear that Mahesh was always thinking and talking about me, even
when he was with his friends.

I’m so happy that he has got a wonderful life partner that he deserves and I’m sure
will make him very happy,” Mahen continued looking at me.

I could see the genuineness in the warmth of his greeting and the happiness he felt
for us being together. There must be a deep close friendship between the two of
them. I instantly took a liking to him.

“Mahesh continued,” Mahen is the one who took me to the doctor. He buys me food
everyday and comes in often to see how I am doing.”

I smiled at Mahen gratefully for taking such good care of the love of my life.
“Thank you, brother for looking after him so well.”

“What is there in this, we have been friends since we were in standard one. It’s my
duty to take care of him.” “Anyway, here I’ve brought lunch for him.”

I was shocked, it was nearing 4 pm and he hadn’t eaten yet. “My god, it’s so late,
you haven’t taken lunch yet,” I said with concern.

Mahen laughed at Mahesh and said,” Okay I don’t have to worry about you anymore,
You are in good hands, my sister is here to take care of you. I can be free now,”
He was making fun of the both of us.

I smiled back at Mahen and said,” Come brother, you have some food too.”

“It’s okay I’ve had my lunch you just take care of him. Okay Mahesh, I’m going. I
know when it’s better if I leave. I’ll come in and check on you later before you go
to bed,” Mahen said.

“Good guy, he knows when not to be a hinderance,” Mahesh said after Mahen left.

“Nothing doing, you are going to eat and then sleep. I’ll clean up the house
first.” I said setting his lunch for him and starting cleaning up the place.

I was surprised at myself. In my own house I would hardly do any housework no

matter how my mom scolds or cajoles me to do some work. My mom would always scold
me saying I’m going to give her a bad name in my future in laws house.

“You lazy bum, your in laws are going to be cursing me for having brought you up
so badly,” She would say shaking her head in exasperation. Look at me now I
thought, I was voluntarily doing this.

That was the first day when our embraces and kisses took place but nothing more
than that. After that our exchange of kisses was a common happening but if his hand
reached for my breasts, I would push it away.

“We are getting married in less than a month, why are you still denying me this,”
Mahesh would complain.

“It’s less than a month now, why are you impatient,” I would reply. “You waiting
like this is good for your soul,” I teased him but would look at him so lovingly
that he would forget I won’t let him go far yet.

With the marriage a week away, my mother had strictly put a condition that I and
Mahesh are not to meet each other till our marriage takes place. That was the most
difficult time for me not being able to see him but also a very exciting time
thinking of the coming nuptial. The marriage was a grand affair. Mahesh’s friends,
especially Mahen took up responsibilities as if it was their own family’s wedding.
It was during the reception that I was first introduced to Shiva. Even then, the
way he looked at me made me uneasy but then I really didn’t bother much about him.
When all the ceremonies were over, I was waiting with a bit of eagerness and a lot
of trepidation for my first night.

Episode 13

When I entered the room for our first night Mahesh welcomed me with a smile. I hung
my head down as I blushed but I too smiled at that moment. Even though both of us
had got to know each other quite well I quite couldn’t overcome my shyness on this
very special night. Why this inordinate shyness I thought to myself, yet there it
was. Although I gave an outward appearance of being a very brave girl, I was very
nervous as this was my very first experience. Even though there was anticipation,
fear was the overwhelming feeling. My girlfriends had told me that at first there
would be excruciating pain before the pleasure comes afterwards. What stuck in my
mind was the excruciating pain bit. Moreover, some of those friends had lamented
that all they got from the experience was the pain, there was no pleasure that came
afterwards. Hearing this I prayed that, that shouldn’t be so in my case.

Mahesh made me sit beside him. I extended my hand with the milk in the small vessel
to him.

He laughed and said,” why all these formalities between us.”

“My mom told me this is what I should do first.”

“Look here, hmm, I’ve got a very mild-mannered obedient girl it looks like and also
listens to everything her parents tell her,” he said.

I gave him a stare, saying, “I’m not some stubborn, headstrong girl who behaves
badly.” However I did not realise then that this would very accurately reflect me
and my behaviour in the future.

He was not flustered by my show of anger, in fact it seemed to please him. “Even
when angry my wife looks very lovely,” Mahesh looked at me with eager eyes full of
desire for me.

I realised that he was making fun of me and my small bit of anger dissipated
immediately.

“You’re going to drink this milk or not? How long am I to hold this in my hands
like this.” I said that in a false huff. My bravado, everything was actually a show
to hide my nervousness.

“You drink first and then give me.”

I drank a bit pouring it in my mouth without my lips touching the brim of the pot.

“No, no, put your mouth on and drink it, only then the milk will taste sweeter.”

I didn’t listen to him and continued to drink without my lips touching the
stainless-steel milk pot. I stuck out my tongue at him and teased him after I
finished drinking.

“Now do you still want this milk,” I said laughingly.

“I’m going to taste the milk but I’m going to do it directly from your lips,” he
said in return.

Saying this he hugged me and kissed me on the lips. I struggled not to spill the
milk as he was kissing me. We had kissed many times before but the kiss today was
much more special to me. Our first kiss as man and wife. After the kiss, I wiped my
mouth and playfully complained,” You kissed me so hard, my lips are bruised.”

He knew my complaint was nothing but an act, in actual fact, that kiss was very
thrilling for me.

“Well, if not me who else can kiss my beautiful wife and who else is going to
bruise those succulent lips,” he replied.

“Who else but my loving husband only has the right to kiss me,” I said in return,
shyly in a low voice.

My husband was the only one who was fully in my heart. I didn’t know at that time
that in the future his friend Shiva would make my words all to be false. He would
also be kissing my lips passionately and that too with my husband being present
there. Not only that but on top of that, my husband would be helpless to stop it.

He pulled me to lay beside him on the bed. We continued to talk and kiss every now
and then. He had very cleverly made me not think about this being our first night
and my fear too had slowly subsided.

“I’m so lucky to get a wife like you, you’re so gorgeous baby.”

I was very happy to hear this. I kissed him on the cheek.

“How come, you ever agreed to marry a man like me?” Mahesh still seemed to be in
wonderment that I too had fallen for him.

“Why what’s wrong with my sweet husband .. you know how many of my friends had
admired you and those silly idiots had the gumption to tell me that directly too,”
I said.

Mahesh was so self unaware that he was an attractive man to women. That was one of
the things that endeared me towards him so much.

“Really? Who were those friends of yours, I sure would like to meet them,” he
asked, with a naughty smile on his face.

I caught his earlobe and pinched it. “Why do you need to know that? You being
attractive for me alone is enough, if anyone else comes near you I will scratch
their eyes out.” I meant that too. I can not even imagine anyone else sharing him
in any way.

“You would probably do that too,” my husband said with a smile.

“Of course, then what do you think, you belong only to me and me alone.”

While talking he placed a hand on my breast. My body shivered as I let out a deep
breath.

He whispered softly, "Now you’re not pushing my hand away anymore, are you?"

I pressed my hand over his hand as my response. This was something I longed for him
to do too for so long.

"I belong to you anymore. You have every right over me and I have no right to push
your hand away anymore," I said softly and lovingly to him.

I had a new, never before experienced sensation in my body. It was the sweetest
feeling I've ever had. This was just the beginning for us. He pulled my pallu
completely aside and gently grabbed my breast from on top of my jacket. He slowly
started kneading the soft flesh.

I moaned, "Sss… aahh..!"

"What dear is it painful?" he asked, knowing full well that those were my moans of
pleasure.

I shook my head to say no. He actually was very patient with me. He was gentle,
considering that this was my first experience. How much he must love me. I
remembered that some of my friends had complained that their husband acted solely
to satisfy their needs without taking their emotional state into consideration. I
was so happy my love, was not like those husbands. He kissed me for so long and
with so much of feeling. One by one he released the hooks of my blouse. I closed my
eyes in shyness but didn't stop him. As this was the first time for me, he was
doing everything. My participation was only to enjoy what he was doing. He lifted
up my bra and released my breasts from its prison.

Wow, beautiful," I heard him say with a sigh.

My lips widened in a small smile but I didn't open my eyes. Let my love find joy in
my beauty. I’m wholly his after all. I felt something cool on my nipple. My eyes
slowly opened. The tip of his tongue was teasing my nipple. My nipples were very
quickly getting erect right in front of my eyes.

“Chee, I’ve got so much desire in me, " I thought seeing how quickly he was
arousing me, and I closed my eyes again.

He kissed my nipple and my body shivered at the touch. He would then just tease the
erect nipple with his tongue. Even that touch was evoking so much of joy in me. He
would then move to the other nipple and tease it like he did the first. He now
began to suck on one breast, and just so that the other breast didn’t feel left out
he started playing with it with his fingers. I now bit on my lower lip in
indication of the pleasure I was feeling. Small moans escaped my lips.
Automatically my hands moved to his head to hold him against my chest. He tasted my
two nipples without discriminating, back and forth. I was getting very excited. He
started igniting my desires by his actions. I squirmed in pleasure. As he kissed me
again his fingers and my fingers joined together. Our fingers tightened together as
we become more passionate. As my pallu was completely off my body, he stared at my
smooth, fair stomach as if wanting to eat it in sexual hunger. There were
goosebumps on my swollen nipples caused by the cool air on the wetness there
because of his saliva.

"Chee, don't look at it like that. I feel so shy," I said as my husband hungrily
looked at my flat stomach.

"Why should you feel shy for being so beautiful," he said, smiling.

I was loving all his words of endearment.

"Just because of that you don’t have look so hungrily like this, like you want to
eat it, you’re making me blush.”

"I will admire my beautiful wife anyway I want. You, my dear keep quiet. You have
no right to stop me."

I was floating in happiness because of the love he showered on me. My love for him
was increasing day by day. He would kiss and lick my stomach. It was ticklish but
at the same time pleasurable. (In the coming days the ticklishness reduced and the
feeling of pleasure increased.) He began to take my clothes off my body. I covered
my face with both of my hands as shyness once again took over.

“Please switch off the light,” I pleaded with him shyly.

"You were always talk like such a bold girl but now look at you, feeling so shy for
everything."

"Why just because a woman is brave you think that she should not feel shy in this
situation," I said with a small smile. I spoke through my fingers as my hands still
did not leave my face.

I begged him again,” you’re my sweet boy aren’t you, my darling .. please switch
off the light.”

This time he relented and turned off the light without saying anything. In the
coming years he was able to feast his eyes as much as he wanted on my body as I
became a willing pupil to his amorous lessons of love. But for that night the light
was switched off but the little night light however was on. As our eyes got used to
it there was enough light for him to enjoy the nakedness of my entire body. In a
while he had me completely naked. He slept with his body against my body. His
manhood rubbed against my thighs. I slowly opened my eyes. I realised only then he
too was completely naked. I didn't know when he had removed his clothes. I took a
furtive glance at his manhood. It was proudly standing in full erection. It was the
first time I was seeing live, a sexually excited adult males manhood. He took my
hand and placed it on top of his penis. I quickly took my hand off without holding
it.

“Please darling, hold it in your lovely hands.”

He put my hand on it again and this time I held it and instinctively slowly started
stroking it.

"Mmm.. it feels so good in your hand," said my dear husband as he groaned in

pleasure.

He started sucking my nipple again. But this time his fingers also started
exploring my femininity. I gripped his hand with my two legs tightly as a man’s
hand was exploring my vagina for the very first time. His hand was stuck between my
two thighs. But his fingers were right at the doorway of my vagina and were free to
wriggle. Slowly his fingers began their magic. He fingered my clitoris and rubbed
the petals of my womanhood. I shuddered at the thrill and joy that shot through my
body.

“Ohh.. Stop .. I’m feeling so shy," I whimpered, but what I really wanted was more
of the divine pleasure my love was giving me.

He was well aware of this and continued to give me blissful enjoyment. My clitoris,
which was getting more erect, pushed past its hood seeking his fingers and the joy
that was there. This was many times more pleasurable than the pleasure I would get
when I had sought sexual release on my own. My legs automatically opened and made
my femininity more accessible to him. He now licked my belly with his tongue.
Exploring my trembling flesh there. Every caress of his tongue took me to a higher
state of arousal. I couldn’t help myself and I held his head, half unable to bear
the tickling feeling while at the same time never wanting him to stop. I don’t know
what sweetness he found there but my husband didn’t seem to get enough of tasting
my flesh. My head moved left and right as I couldn’t quite control myself at the
new feelings of pleasure that was wracking my body. After a while the whole of my
stomach was coated by his saliva. Finally, he went further down and his face
reached my femininity. I realised what he was going to do next.

I grabbed his head with both of my hands and said, "Chee don't go there, it’s
dirty," I pleaded to my sweet husband.

He looked at my face and said, "There is no dirty part in my beautiful wife's body.
Everything about her is beautiful."

"Ohhh.. you’re going to do that .. please, I feel so shy .. please don’t."

"There should be no reservations between us. Our whole life is ahead of us to enjoy
all the pleasures we can give each other.” Those words of my husband was so
pleasing to hear.

"You are so bad," I said, but deep down I was also eager to enjoy this pleasure. My
friends had told me how good this would feel but unfortunately some husbands won’t
do this for their wives. Fortunately. my husband was not like that. I was to learn
later just how much my husband took care that I just enjoy our sex life immensely.

His tongue explored every part of my womanhood. My body squirmed and trembled, but
he didn't take his mouth off my womanhood even for a few seconds. His tongue tasted
the walls of my vagina, teased my clitoris showing me pleasures I didn’t know
existed. His fingers soon joined his tongue. He took my clitoris firmly in his
mouth and gently sucked it. I groaned out loud at the sudden burst of immense
pleasure. I was alternately moaned and whimpered as my husband took me to heaven.

"Ahh… ohh… ohh… nng….OOhhh…..". I was conscious that my squeals of pleasure may be
heard outside but I was not able to control myself.

This is the first time I was expressing my feelings pleasure in this way .. so
loudly. My fingers would press his head to my vagina then not being able to
withstand the delicious pleasure, crush the bedspread. This type of heavenly
pleasure was so new to me that I was not knowing how to control this bliss that
wracked through my body. My breathing was coming in big gasps, my muscles tightened
and then it hit me, suddenly my body almost lifted off the mattress as I erupted in
an awesome orgasm. For the first time a male had brought me to a climax and it was
wonderful that it was with my husband that it happened.

"Arrghhhhhh," I moaned very loudly, now not caring if anyone heard me or not. My
body crunched, I shuddered .. shivered at I lost myself to the pleasure that
engulfed me.

He kept his fingers inside my womanhood until my body vibrations slowly eased away.

I was lying down breathing heavily coming down from that intense high. My bosom
heaved as I gulped in the air. Opening my eyes slowly I saw him take his fingers
from my vagina. It made me blush to see how wet it was. Was I the one having this
much of lust within me. Not only that how much I had moaned uncontrollably. He
smiled looking at my face and I covered my face with my hands not able to look him
in the face. After a while I felt like that he was getting up from the bed. I
spread the fingers covering my face slightly and looked through the gap. I saw him
go inside the bathroom. His penis was very hard and waving in front of him as he
walked. It looked so beautiful. Was that thing actually going to go into me. I
shuddered in anticipation at what would happen next. I heard the sound of running
water and the sound of mouth being gargled with water. Mahesh came back a little
while later and laid beside me.

He hugged me and asked, "Did you like what I did?"

What question is this? Did he really need to ask after seeing my reaction to his
intimate tasting of me, I thought to myself.

Instead I whispered to him in reply, "You said it was not dirty, putting your mouth
there, but now you had to wash your mouth."

"You silly girl, do you think I washed my mouth because of that. I did it because
you may find it uncomfortable if I kissed you now without washing. As far as I am
concerned what I tasted was sweet nectar straight from my wife’s honey pot.”

"You men are terrible, no shame. How can you call it nectar?"

"Well, how will you women know it is not nectar indeed for us, he countered."

How many women’s 'nectar' had you tasted I thought but then decided straightaway I
didn’t want to know. Like for me he being my first man, I too wanted myself to be
his first woman. But in this time period it is often not possible I realised as far
as men were concerned. Instead of regretting if I asked and he were to reply that I
wasn't his first, I decided that it was better I just believed I was his first and
not to find out otherwise. Anyway, what was important was that I am his only love
henceforth.

"If only I had known at first that you are such a bad and naughty person like this
…," I said, but the love in my eyes was showing my feelings to be completely belie
my words.

"Well, what would you have done then?"

"I would never have consented to marry you." I said but couldn’t suppress my smile.

"Oh no, what would have been my condition then, I would have had to go on hunger
strike in front of your house until you consented."

"You have been seeing too many Indian movies, I think. Those type of things a hero
does only in films."

“I may be no film hero but you are the heroine of my life and I will never let you
go,” my husband said sincerely.

I pinched his cheek, full of love for him. I too was thinking, that you are the
love of my life, my hero, everything for me.

My husband had made the thought of this being our first night disappear from my
mind. It was like the way that we always talked each other. The fear in my mind had
faded to some far away corner. Now I was the one who turned on him and kissed him
deeply. There was so much of love in this kiss. Our kiss slowly turned from love to
desire for each other. His hands started to explore my body. Wherever his hands
went, his lips soon followed to the same spot. A small bite on my neck (hope no
mark there, otherwise have to cover that from other’s eyes), licking, sucking and
then a small bite on my nipples (don't care if the there were tooth marks there, no
one else can see it) and then to my stomach, making me squirm once more. He
patiently tasted every place on my body and prepared me for sex to come. My
preparedness became clear as he fingers dipped into my vagina and found the sloppy
wetness there. He spread my two legs and looked at my face as he kneeled between
it.

Understanding the tightening of my body muscles when he sat in between my legs, he

said, "Don't be afraid Swetha. I will be very gentle with you."

Even though he said so, I still felt a tightness in my face. He understood my

nervousness and he did not push his erect organ inside but rather rubbed it on the
labia of my vagina. He looked at my face with affection.

“I’m so lucky to get you as my wife."

I forgot my nervousness to some extent when I saw that face, full of affection for
me. That was the face of someone who would never hurt me in anyway. He made me feel
so good. He continued to tease the opening of my vagina with his thick penis. The
pleasure for me was getting higher and higher. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my
husband’s foreplay.

He said, "My dear my darling ....."

I said, "Hmmm," without opening my eyes.

He inserted his penis in little by little, I felt the head of his penis pushing my
pussy lips wide, then he said, “Baby just tolerate a bit and at the same moment he
pushed his penis in with one great effort.

I shouted, "AArrhh…” I was in immense pain. Pain that I was not able to tolerate.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as the pain became unbearable.

"Nothing, dear, that's all," he said, wiping away my tears with the kiss.

He comforted me like a little child.

"I can't bear the pain, why didn’t you warn me,” I cried.

"If I had done that you would have been more tense and the pain would have been
even more severe. Sorry my darling, my sweetheart, that it, there won’t be pain
anymore."

He showered kisses on my face as he held himself deep inside me without moving.

Even though my friends had pre-warned me, the pain was still greater than I
expected.

He lay on top of me without putting his weight on me. The stabbing pain was still
there. He then did something that I didn't expect. He got off from my body and lay
beside me hugging me to his body. I was grateful to him for this as my pain was
slowly subsiding. I appreciated how he understood my feeling and acted so kindly.
He was not the least bit selfish to only think about his pleasure. I thought he
would try to have sex again after a while, but he didn’t try to do anything like
that.

Episode 14

I was the one to start now. "There’s no pain right now," I said softly.

"The pain has gone?, Good, you will still be fearful I think. Never mind just relax
.. sleep if you want to."

I was so taken up with how patient he was for me. How expectant he would have been
for the pleasures of the first night. I did not want to disappoint him on this most
important day of our lives. It would not be a memorable night for either of us if
we did not consummate our marriage this night I told myself.

"No, I'm alright now." I said indicating I was ready to continue.

"Don’t worry about it Swetha. There is always tomorrow. Your memory of the pain
will still be fresh, just take it easy for now."

I loved this lovable idiot so much. I held both his cheeks in my palms and kissed
his lips.

"Nope, this is our first night, it must happen tonight, I’m ready.”

"Sure?" He asked.

I gently bit him on his cheek, "You little fool, I as a woman am saying okay, then
why are you still asking this question."

“We are not married for even 24 hours yet and you are already calling me a fool,”
he said as if hurt but I knew he was just teasing me.

“Yes, you are, you are my sweet lovely fool and I will say that again and again as
I please.”

He kissed me on the forehead then my eyes, cheeks and finally on my lips. I could
feel him open my thighs apart as I enjoyed his kisses with closed eyes.
He got between my legs again. He placed his penis right at my entrance but did not
push it in. He caressed my face softly with his hand.

“I love you so much my dear wife,” he said. His eyes affirmed to me that those were
true words spoken from the heart.

“I love you too, husband,” I said, gazing into his eyes.

He pushed it in slowly. I held my breath as my subconscious mind reminded me of the

pain. This time however there was not much pain. He slid his manhood in, slowly,
gently and I slowly relaxed at the absence of the intense pain I felt the first
time. He was fully in me. I hugged him to me as we kissed in love and ardour. He
started pushing his hips up and down, slowly, carefully letting me get used to
having his love rod inside me. He was kissing and caressing my body slowly evoking
the desire in me as his hips moved gently up and down. His caresses and kisses were
having its effect. Within minutes I forgot all about the pain as pleasure began to
surge through my body. I began to slowly lift my hips and meet his, ever increasing
speed in his thrusts.

Sometimes he would lie over me and kiss me on my lips, my neck, and my nipples.
When this happened, his thrusts would be long and deep. Sometimes he would lift my
leg up to kiss my calf and thighs. The tips of his fingers caressing my body all
over showed me how sensitive I was in so many parts of my body that I myself had
not been aware of till now. His kisses were many, his caresses were delightful but
he did not stop his pumping and kept me in a constant state of arousal. My darling
husband was showing me how wonderful lovemaking can be. He was taking me quickly
towards the outer-limits of pleasure. Limits I did not yet know had existed. I was
kissing him back now. Passionately.

"Darling.. Ahh." My hands were gripping his back hard pulling him in tight as if
wanting more and more of him in me.

"Sssss hmmm."

“Nng hmm .. more baby more... My husband was making me blabber uncontrollably as
rapture that I had never known before was seeping through me in waves.

I have been pleasantly surprised by the varied feelings of love, bliss desire all
taking me to paradise. This first experience, being better than I imagined it would
be, made me delirious with joy. I hugged him tightly. My legs pressed down on his
legs. Oh my god, I thought as all my nerves were tightening at the same time. A
tidal wave of heavenly bliss was starting at my groin and rushing uncontrollably
through my body.

I lost all track of time, as time meant nothing now, only that my husband was
taking me to a peak of pleasure that wrenched me from this earth and sent me
floating. I buried my face into his neck supressing a shriek that would otherwise
have been heard through the whole house. My nails dug into his back. Was I hurting
my dear love .. oh no .. but I can’t help myself.

“OOhhh……,” my body, hardened then started spasming as all the held up bliss burst
out in a tremendous release.

I didn’t realize in my state of orgasmic pleasure, he and I had actually climaxed

at the same. Knowing about it later made me very happy. It was fantastic, more than
I ever imagined and expected. It was the most memorable night of my life. That
night we made love three times. Each time was like a new, terrific experience
better than the last. Finally, we hugged each other in fatigue and slept. I learnt
all about pleasuring and being pleasured from my husband. In the years that
followed, our sex life didn’t become stale or routine. It was always immensely
satisfying. Or at least it was for me but now knowing about him and Gauri maybe it
was not so for him.

We both had taken two weeks leave. We didn’t know how time flew by so quickly. We
went on a five-day honeymoon. I thanked my lucky stars that I had got this
wonderful life. After returning from the honeymoon, my girlfriends gave a dinner
party at a star hotel for the two of us. Mahesh was very reluctant to come.

“I’m going to be surrounded by women, I’ll be the only male I think. God, it’s
going to be uncomfortable,” he complained.

“Nothing doing, your friends are inviting us later this week, I’m going to be in
the same situation then, so Mr. Mahesh, you better do as your wife tell you, okay,”
I said in return.

“Okay .. but one condition..”

“What??”

“Point out to me which of your friends you said were admiring me.”
I stared at him and then suddenly grabbed his groin. In these past few days my
shyness had gone to a large extent when we were alone together. “You behave this is
mine,” I said squeezing his penis,” If anyone else touches this, I’ll cut it off.”

My husband really didn’t know if I was joking or serious. Maybe I was half serious
in what I said. Anyway, his manhood started swelling up in my hand as I held in
over the clothes. Needless to say, we ended up making love following that. At the
dinner with my friends I had held his hand all the time, reluctant to leave it even
for a minute. I wanted the world to know he belonged to me.

Two of my companions pulled me aside and said, "Look, we are not going to take your
husband away from you okay, so you can leave his hand for a while at least,” they
teased me.

I looked at the two of them appraisingly. “Hmm, these, two woman don’t look too
trustable to me,” I said in mock seriousness looking at them with my hand on my
lower chin, as if speaking out my thoughts aloud.

“We can hear your mind voice very clearly, so can it,” they said laughing along
with me.

That dinner went off very well. My friends whispered to me how lucky I was to get
Mahesh as a husband.

I still remember what he said one day after an immensely satisfying bout of love.
"I love you so much and there is no place ever for any woman in my life except for
you."

Those words then had made me so happy. Now it seemed like I have been living in a
lie after I came to find out about him and Gauri.

However, after my husband comes back from work today, we should discuss our future
after all that has happened now. I will be embarrassed to talk to him face to face.
I think he too will have the same dilemma. He was the first to cause this upheaval
in our marriage but I am responsible for all that happened afterwards. This is how
I decided to get even. Should revenge ever have been a need for a relationship to
survive. After all this, it is doubtful that we can just leave everything behind
and continue as if nothing happened. I need to understand my husband's mental state
of mind now and explain my own mental state to him. One of the greatest foundations
of marriage is the respect for one's feelings that the partners give each other.
Now that respect and trust has been completely shattered. Simply rebuilding it is a
huge doubt.

Earlier, I had asked for divorce after watching the incident between him and that
slut Gauri. Now after my husband had seen all that I had done, would it be his turn
to ask for a divorce. Will I be able to accept it? More importantly do I still want
it. Should my husband’s one mistake be the end of our relationship that had been
so fulfilling till then? Mahesh and Gauri had been having their secret affair for a
few months but I had only slept with Shiva for one night. Is that going to be
enough of a revenge for me. Will I stop it .. or do I want it to stop. If not, then
what am I going to talk about with my husband tonight. I still did not have clarity
in my mind. Perhaps I am hoping that clarity will come through my husband when I
talk to him tonight.

Should I continue the relationship with Shiva if no resolution comes forth tonight
when I talk with my husband. Shiva has tasted my forbidden fruit, he will surely
come around again and again for more. At the same time Shiva was already in
relationship with several women, married women. If he came to realise that he won’t
get me anymore for sure, then he would likely turn his attention to other women. At
least that’s what I hoped. I myself had never had the desire to have sex with
anyone else before. I always thought I had that moral fortitude .. but now, after
what I had done … can I say that anymore.

He returned home late from office, later than usual. Was it because he really had a
lot of work or it was that he had no desire to see my face? I took his briefcase
from him. He gave it to me without saying anything. When my son saw his father, he
ran and jumped on him. I saw genuine joy in his face only then when he hugged him.
I decided that we need to have a little normalcy between us and I needed to take
the initiate to do that. Even though he was the one to have done something very
wrong at first, now I felt uneasy that I had exacerbated the situation by my own
actions. He was still playing with his son.

Shall I bring some coffee?" I asked softly.

He looked at my face for a few seconds and said, "It's okay, not now. It's time to
eat dinner anyway.

"No, you are looking tired. Have some coffee first," I insisted.

He looked at me and said, "Okay." His look however seemed to indicate as if to say,
so many terrible things has happened between us, is coffee so important now.

I brought him his coffee in five minutes.

I will prepare dinner, why don’t you shower first," I said.

While he went to take his bath, I started preparing dinner in the kitchen. My son
was playing on his own close to where I was standing. I took care to prepare
something for my son as well. It felt that this was the right time to talk to him
about our situation. After my husband came back in his pyjamas, we sat down to eat
together.

My son was making a fuss to eat his food. I cajoled him to eat.

"You are daddy’s little boy aren’t you, be a good boy and eat," my husband also
joined me in trying to make my son eat.
“Only one more mouth, sweety, come on eat,” I said.

My son was the actually being used by both of us to ease the tension between us. We
felt difficult to talk to each other directly. So, our son seemed to be the go
between for us to create a more normal situation. Shortly after eating my son was
sleepy as he was nodding away while sitting. Now was the right time for us to talk
through our future.

While I was cleaning the utensils, Mahesh sat in the hall and put our son, Ajay on
his lap and was patting him to sleep. Our son was almost asleep when I finished
doing my chores. I waited for my son to be sleeping soundly before I started
talking. The time was getting close to nine. I didn’t realise it had got this late.
Before all this trouble began, this was the time we really enjoyed spending
together. With my son asleep in his cot, I would cuddle up to my husband as we
watched TV or sometimes just talked. This was something that kept our closeness
together. I watched my husband as those memories came flooding back. After I
noticed that my son was fully asleep, my husband carried him and went inside to put
him in the cot. Meanwhile I was preparing myself in my mind to address the issues
we are now facing. At that time the doorbell rang, disturbing my line if thought. I
went and opened the door cursing this unwanted intrusion. I was shocked to see
Shiva was standing there with a smiling face.

I was surprised as initially I had told Shiva that he should only come when I call
him and not to do that otherwise. All this was agreed upon before I invited him to
have sex with me for the first time. How did I ever expect him to keep his promise
to me. He would have likely made any promise I asked of him just so he can have me.
Now that he has, he didn’t see any need to do as he had said he would.

"Hi darling," he said cheerfully as he entered and shut the door.

Before I could react to what was happening, Shiva quickly embraced me and pasted
his lips on mine. All my protest was covered by his lips. His embrace was too
strong for me to escape from. At the same time, my husband came out of our room and
saw what was happening. I tried to push him off my body. But despite my best
efforts, I could not do it. He broke off the kiss long enough to smile at my
husband. He must have felt so arrogant to be embracing me right in front of my
husband and kissing me deeply.

“Hi, Mahesh, how are you doing,” he told my husband.

He was not in the least bothered that he was holding his friend’s wife in his arms
while talking to that friend. I was so flustered at that time that I did not
realise that Shiva actually had one hand on my breast and was massaging it.

“Take your filthy hands off my wife you bloody bastard and get the fuck out of my
house.”

This was what my mind fervently wished that my husband would say at this moment but
I was very disappointed when my husband without saying anything walked to the
single seat sofa and sat down facing the TV and away from us. Siva literally
dragged me to the long sofa and made me sit there. He sat very close beside me with
our bodies rubbing against each other. He put his arm over my shoulder to hold me.
I took his hand off.

"Why did you come here now? I told you not to come unless I myself called you.”

"How can you say that Swetha. You told me not to take leave today. You know how
difficult it was for me. I just couldn’t concentrate on my work. I was thinking of
you all the time. It was torture for me. I simply had to see you now.”

As he said this, he put his hand on my shoulders again. This time, he grabbed one
of my breasts again, and started massaging it. My husband just sat watching the TV
as if something very interesting was going on, on the screen. I was getting a
little irritated now by his inaction. His friend was hugging his wife right there
in the same room with him and he is totally ignoring it. Even though I started all
this myself, I wanted him to show his authority as head of the family and put a
stop to this. I didn’t realise how irrational I was because it was I who threatened
to end our marriage if he tried to stop me or Shiva in the first place.

He turned his head and kissed me again. He tried to put his tongue in my mouth but
I wouldn't let him. I pushed his head away with great difficulty. He took my hand
and placed it on the tent in front of his pants. It felt like his organ was already
at full attention. I took my hand away not grabbing it.

"Listen now Shiva, you please go away."

"Don’t say that baby, I’ve been longing for you the whole day, don’t tell me to go
away."

He then looked at me and said, "Oh, you think Mahesh will say something and he
won’t want this?"

Without waiting for my reply, he spoke loudly, to my husband, "Hey Mahesh, you have
any objection to me being here?"

My husband kept silent. He did not even look back.

"See, silence means consent,” Shiva said triumphantly.

I was really angry right now. Have I become so unwanted for my husband that he
didn’t even want to take any effort to win me back from Shiva? When Siva again
kissed me, this time, I didn’t kiss him in return but I didn't stop him either.
When wanted to push his tongue inside my mouth I resisted. I was waiting for my
husband to do something to stop this but he seemed to completely ignore us. So
after a while I opened my lips and let Shiva’s tongue in. The way Shiva kiss became
more enthusiastic after this, I knew he was happy he was winning this struggle
against me … and my husband. He once again took my hand and put it where his big
swollen cock was. This time my hand stayed there. I could feel the blood engorged
flesh throbbing on my palm. My fingers slowly closed and I grabbed it over his
pants and squeezed it. My husband was still busy watching the screen.

Episode 15

A broad smile came on Shiva’s face when I did that. The smile was like a signal
from him that he had succeeded. If he had succeeded then who is the loser .. was it
my husband alone .. or did I lose too? I should have stopped Shiva at this moment
but I cooperated with whatever he wished mainly in an irrational anger that my
husband now did not seem to care or bother about whatever I did. It was as if I was
not relevant to him anymore. Previously I had enjoyed the lustful mating in a
separate room with Shiva. But now, he's in the same room with my husband who seemed
to wilfully ignore us. I've gotten to the point where I too didn’t seem to care
where I got my pleasure from.

He unhooked three buttons on the front of my housecoat so that my boobs were more
accessible to him to reach in. The deep cleavage of my breasts, which was
accentuated by my plump breasts being pressed together by my bra, was open to his
devouring eyes. With my husband sitting nearby they must have been even more
alluring to him. Shiva buried his face in the open housecoat and kissed on the warm
flesh of my breasts. Breast which were threating to spill out of the bra cups. He
tried to release my breasts from the confines of the bra cups. But he was only able
to take out one of my breasts through the small opening because of the size of my
breast. Shiva realised that I was not yet aroused as my nipple was still not erect.
Shiva didn’t mind that. Bringing out the lust of a woman was Shiva's favourite
challenge. He held my nipple with his thumb and index finger and started playing
with it.

I sighed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Shiva kissed my nipple and took it into
his mouth and began to suck. It was as if the nipple had a mind of its own. It
quickly swelled up inside his mouth. I unconsciously hugged his head to my chest as
I started getting an inkling of arousal. The sound of Shiva suckling on my breast
was clearly audible in the room despite the sound from the TV. Was Shiva sucking
loudly on purpose to let my husband know what was happening. However whatever
sounds that may have reached my husband's ears, he never once turned towards us.
Shiva took his mouth off my nipple and admired the handiwork of his mouth. My
nipple, which was glistening with his saliva was fully swollen. It was jutting out
because of the coolness caused by air on the wet nipple. It looked like there were
tiny pin pricks around the brown circle around the nipple.

"Hmmm, only now it looks beautiful, it should always be erect like this," he said
admiring my stiff nipple.

Hearing this I quickly looked towards my husband but he still seemed to be

engrossed on what was going on, on the TV screen. My husband’s apathy and Shiva’s
sexual play was slowly having its effect. My mind was slowly being diverted to sex
and the situation I was in at that moment.

I said softly so that only he could hear, "Idiot, just because you like it, it
can’t always be in this swollen state.

"Yeah but whenever it’s erect like this it sure looks good .. good enough to eat. I
was thinking If you put your blouse on without a bra then when you are aroused
anyone will easily know that. Imagine how it would be poking at the fabric and
pushing it out at the tip. It would be smashing to see it like that.” Shiva was
letting his imagination run wild in how he wants his friend’s wife to be for his
pleasure.

“You are really a rascal. Your thoughts are always on different ways to enjoy a
woman.”

“Nothing wrong in that. Enjoying the pleasures of sex makes this life worthwhile.
More than that, having a wife like you would make me think only about that. You’re
that gorgeous.”

The anger that my husband was not making any efforts to win me back made me
voluntarily speak words of love to my lover. Even those words like idiot and rascal
were not real cuss words but playful words of endearment. He now put this breast
back inside my housecoat and pulled out the other breast.

Seeing me looking at him thinking why he was doing this he replied,” This one,
(indicating my breast) would start crying that I was ignoring it, if I didn’t take
care of this too,” he said naughtily.

He started sucking on this nipple too as I closed my eyes and enjoyed his suckling.
He switched like this between my two nipples several times drinking my flowing milk
as he did so. My pussy was getting wet as his mouth worked its magic on my nipples.
I was now beginning to yearn for his fingers inside my pussy. He lifted my
housecoat up my thighs as if he had read my mind on what I wanted next. It almost
came up but couldn’t go above a point. I lifted my butt a little off the sofa to
make it easier for him to lift it up to my waist. My smooth hairless rounded thighs
were now exposed for his view.

“When I run my fingers over this beautiful flesh my cock would automatically come
to full attention,” Shiva said as his fingers caressed my thighs.

I myself now without him asking, rubbed my palms over his pants where his cock was,
to verify if what he was saying is true. It was as hard as steel. He surely did
like my thighs a lot, I guess. Shiva wanted more than that. He moved my hand away
and unzipped his pant and put my hand inside the opening. He wanted me to take it
out myself. I could feel the hot throbbing flesh straining against the boxers he
wore. I took out his phallus with great difficulty from his boxers because of the
erect state it was. It jutted out through the opening of his zip and pointed
towards the ceiling. It was large enough that despite the clothes he had on, a
substantial length of erectile flesh was still visible poking out from his clothes.
He once again put my hand on his magnificent meat. I wrapped my fingers around the
warm stalk. I could feel it vibrating in my hand.

“I never knew a man’s thing could be this big before. Only after seeing this huge
cock I realised this. See how much of it is still exposed even though my fingers
are fully wrapped around it,” I praised his big tool.

I was so annoyed by husband’s lack of action or care, I actually said this out loud
enough that my husband could hear it. That day I heard that bitch Gauri praising my
husband’s cock. Now let him hear how his wife praises another man’s love tool.

“Yes, baby that’s why your pussy grips my cock so tightly, because of its size.”
Shiva said this looking at my husband as if willing my husband to turn and look at
his (Shiva’s) cock being caressed in the grip of my slender fingers.

My husband had often looked with fascination as my fingers would stroke his cock. I
knew my husband liked this but he surely would want to see those very same fingers
stroking another man’s cock. Meanwhile Shiva pulled my panties down to my knees.
His fingers started to play in the slit of my pussy. I stretched my knees as far
apart as possible to facilitate his fingers actions but the fabric of my panty just
past my knees down my legs prevented me from being able to spread it over too much.
However, what I had done was enough for his fingers to easily slide inside my
treasure trove.

Now we both were leaning back on the sofa hips pushed forward as our fingers
pleasured each other. Shiva’s fingers were where my husband’s fingers should have
been and what was in my fingers was my husband’s friend’s cock instead of my
husband’s cock. All this was happening while my husband was watching the TV as if
something very interesting was on show. I had to suppress a moan as the tip of
Shiva’s middle finger reached my clitoris and started rubbing the nerves filled
nub. My fingers were pulling the flesh of Shiva’s pole up and down making his love
bud, even redder, almost purplish. My doing this with my husband sitting close by
must be enthralling for Shiva.

“What use are you just sitting there when you don’t know how to fight for your
wife,” I thought angrily in my mind about my husband.

Just as I thought that another part of me scolded me that I was being unfair to my
husband. Wasn’t it me who warned him of the severe consequence of him preventing me
from getting my revenge as I saw fit. How then to blame him now for his in-action.
He is enduring all this so that I would come back to him once more isn’t it. Come
what may let things happen as it does. Since that day over two months ago all
sexual relationship between myself and my husband had stopped. That made me more
susceptible now, when being sexually stimulated, to giving into my desires towards
Shiva’s efforts to arouse me. Shiva was using this vulnerable state I was in to his
advantage. We were exchanging kisses all the while without stopping our actions,
each playing with the other person's private organ.

Shiva then said, "Suck my cock sweetie."

He said that loudly making no effort to see that my husband doesn’t hear him saying
this.

I however can’t be the same way too can I, even though I had gone this far, so I
told him, “Shiva, not here, let’s go to the room first.”

"We’ll go later but you suck my cock first." Shiva was insistent. He really wanted
me sucking him with my husband sitting not more than six or seven feet away.

Since my husband was here, Shiva had great desire to enjoy me in the hall itself.
That’s why he said everything he was going to do so that my husband can hear it. I
was wondering if I should bite Shiva cock hard when it was in my mouth to teach him
a lesson, but how to do that. That would cause an unwanted commotion probably.
Shiva pushed my head toward his rod. I had no other choice, I grabbed the big shaft
and pulled back the foreskin. Actually, to say there is no other choice was not
entirely true. I too was in an aroused state of lust so that my reluctance wasn’t
that severe.

I kissed his red bud, glistening with his viscous moisture. The viscous liquid was
stuck to my lip and when my head pulled back a string like colourless thread was
stretched out between his bud and my lips. I swirled it off with my tongue and
tasted it. Then I took his cock in my mouth and started bobbing my head. The faster
my head went up and down the more Shiva squirmed. Siva moaned, a little too loudly
I thought. He probably wanted Mahesh to hear how I was giving him pleasure in
sucking his cock.

“That’s it baby, suck it deep, suck my cock Swetha honey,” Shiva groaned loudly so
that my husband heard everything.

After a while he stopped me from sucking him and made me stand in front of him. He
pulled my panty completely off. He pushed his hips forward and sat down on the edge
of the sofa. He pulled his pant and boxers to ankle. His cock was jutting straight
up ready for me.

"Hmmm come on and sit on top of me and let’s fuck," he practically ordered me. This
situation was like a dream come true for him. Copulating with me while my husband
was right there with us.

I was embarrassed. "Come, we’ll go to the guest room," I pleaded, doing my last bit
to save at least some of my husband’s dignity … as well as my own I think, but my
husband was not making any effort to stop any of what was going on.

Shiva was having none of it and he forcibly made me sit on top of him with my
housecoat lift up to my waist. His thick joy stick easily plunged deep into my
pleasure tunnel. I hugged his body with my hands and I buried my face in Shiva's
neck in shame. I didn’t want to see what was happening in the room. The TV sound
was suddenly off. My husband must have turned the TV off and I heard sound of
someone’s movement and I could hear a door open and close. It surely was my husband
who couldn’t just sit there anymore and had gone inside our bedroom. How can he
endure the sight of his friend and wife entwined in sexual fervour right there in
the hall. Yet all he did was escape and not take any steps to stop us or at least
let his displeasure be known to us. Deep down I felt he had lost all care for me
already.

After holding my hips for a few minutes and pulling me in and out, Shiva pumped his
robust rod in and out of my soaked slit. Then Shiva said, "Honey come on, let’s go
to bed.” Without my husband present Shiva had lost his interest in having sex here.

He held my buttocks with the palm of his hands and stood up. I wrapped my legs
around his waist. My hands, which were now around his neck and his long cock, was
still buried deep in my pussy. I hugged myself to him so that I would not fall off
from his body. With every step he took, my pussy walls were grinding on the piece
of hot flesh lodged inside of me. My clothes and his clothes were still mostly on
us. Only his pants and boxers and my panty were lying on the ground in front of the
sofa. My hanging bottom portion of my clothes hid from view the fact that his
virile manhood was taking refuge in my pussy. Only one of my breasts was poking out
from the opening in front of the housecoat. Siva grabbed it and squeezed. My
swollen nipple was fully thrust out as if inviting Shiva to suckle on it. Shiva did
just that. He took it in his mouth and bit a little hard.

“Aww… you ruffian .. what are you doing .. sss … it’s painful,” I scolded him.

He looked at me and smiled.

"Don't laugh you donkey .. see the mark your teeth have left." I scolded, rubbing
the mark his teeth had left around my nipple.

"This is the sign to say it’s now my property "

He felt proud to say that with my husband quite nearby.

"Yeah, yeah fat hopes. I’m your friend’s wife not your wife.” Even as the words
left my mouth it seemed ridiculous to me saying that, seeing as to what we were
doing at that time and with my husband there in the room quite nearby. My
adulterous lover had his thick meat in my vagina and my pussy was sucking it in
gleefully. What I said seemed nothing but mockery.

"Yes, my pet, you may be his wife but you are my mistress. A lover has more rights
over his mistress than the husband over his wife." He thrust his hips twice, hard,
as if to emphasise that what he said was true.

"AA… slowly idiot, uhh .. you will turn logic upside down just to suit you."

"Tell me really, haven’t I had more right to your body in these two days. I am the
one fucking you when I want."

Having said this, he thrust his hips vigorously into my waist. His girth of his
tubular flesh created greater friction against my inner walls. I was slowly losing
myself to the pleasure carousing through my body. My thighs tightened around his
hips.

If he had been married, I doubt whether he would have enjoyed his wife as much as
he is enjoying my body now, that is the wife of another man, that too his friend.
He makes great efforts to make sure he gives immense pleasure to a woman .. as long
as she is someone else’s wife. He may not feel as thrilled in having sex with his
own wife. Half the thrill in sex for him was the conquest rather than the sex act
itself. That is his nature. So, that being the case should I just let myself enjoy
the pleasure he gives?
I was a bit doubtful about myself. Is this all only about revenge or am I taking
advantage of this situation to satisfy my curiosity about what it would be like to
have sex with another man? I didn’t think it likely as I never had such thoughts
before the discovery of my husband’s sexual affair. I always thought of myself as
having high moral discipline but yet I am not making any effort not to enjoy this
pleasure. Maybe therein was the reason why this doubt came to me.

He said he had wanted to take me to the bed but yet he didn’t seem to want to leave
the hall. We were joined at the hip and our pleasure parts were that which locked
us together as one. Shiva removed my housecoat and threw it away. Now I could see
how we were attached. I looked down our bodies. His huge member was nowhere to be
seen. I could see the petals of my pussy stretched but only our pubescent hairs,
mingled together was visible. Shiva's big boy was completely missing. My vagina had
completely swallowed it. He walked over and stood near the door of our (my
husband's and my) room and placed my back on the wall just beside the door, with my
back resting on it. He inserted his hands between my hips and held me by my thighs.
My legs parted slightly as he held me like this. He pulled his hips back and thrust
his entire shaft inside, again and again with steady speed as his reddish glans
reached the threshold of my pleasure tunnel.

"humph" .. "humph " he growled every time he pushed in.

My cries of ‘ang..’ ‘ang..’ joined his growls.

My back was bouncing up and down on the wall with the force of his thrusts.

"I'm so glad we are fucking like this without any condom that would reduce this
pleasure we are enjoying," he spoke breathlessly. His ferocious assault making him
pant.

"Hump" "Hump”.

"Ang" "Ang."

Two adulterous lovers, lost in the delights of this forbidden pleasure.

I was indulging myself in the pleasure he gave without saying anything.

"I will …" ‘humph….. humph..’ fill your cunt again and again and make you
pregnant, my love…”

‘Ang … Ang …’ “ I already told you that won’t happen” I still had not lost all
senses.

"Did you say that?" ‘hhmmp …. "Can't remember .. doesn’t matter .. I’ll do it.."
He spoke without stopping humping me. He was confident he would have his way, as I
was, he would not. Who will win in this battle of wills, is yet to be seen.

“My fault, you have been fucking so many women, I should not have allowed you to
fuck me without a condom.”

He stopped humping with his member in as deeply as possible. “I never have sex
with any prostitutes, only housewives, so don’t worry. "

He smiled as he said this.

"Even so, who knows how many men they were with, other than you," I said, getting
my breath back.
"I have no interest in the women who simply sleep around. Seducing a faithful woman
and fucking the daylights out of her is where the joy is .. like you.”

I pinched him hard in the chest. I moved my hips encouraging him to continue again.
Now his hips started pumping faster.

"Ah" "Ah" "Ah."

"Hump" "Hump" "Hump"

"Faster … yes … deeper.."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh."

"Take this my beautiful bitch.."

"Hump" .... "Hump" .... "Hump".

As our lust and sexual heat increased so did the volume of our pleasurable moans.
It would definitely go beyond the closed room door and reach my husband's ear. Just
as I had to bear the pain of listening to the groans of pleasure when he was having
sex with Gauri, now he has to bear the pain of listening to the cries of pleasure
from his wife while she was fornicating with his friend. I only saw and heard for a
few seconds when he was fucking another woman, but he had to listen to his friend
screwing his wife for several painful minutes.

Shiva's virile club was churning the lust fluid in my pussy making a wet sound.” I
pulled his neck with my hands and locked his lips with mine. He sucked on my lips
with passion. Shiva realized that I was approaching my orgasmic peak and he started
moving his hips faster and harder. Shiva looked at my face and asked, "Are you
going to come baby."

"Ahhhh," I said yes.

"Say, I love you," he said.

This is about revenge not love. I shook my head that I would not.

He started humping with more speed and looked at my face with a speculative smile.

"Say I Love You," he insisted.

I was in an increasing state of ecstasy starting from my womb and spreading

throughout my body. My resolve began to weaken at the same speed with which bliss
was spreading from my vagina and taking me to a euphoric state. I still managed to
shake my head again that I would not.

"Say You Love me."

"Say You Love me." He was confident of winning the battle of wills between us.

He banged me with all his strength. The sharp stab of pleasure pierced through my
body, and I groaned as a feverish orgasm engulfed me. My eyes, narrowed, the room
suddenly darkened in front of my eyes. I was lost in another world.

"Ahhhhhh, ...." I Love You Shiva, "" I Love You Shiva, "I lamented as bliss wracked
through my body.

Shiva was watching my face as my convulsions slowly eased off. A triumphant smile
was clearly seen on his lips. I was ashamed that my baser needs triumphed just now.
Why did I blabber that out just because lust was dominating my feelings at that
time. I feared what I said would have reached my husband's ears. I feared he would
conclude that I have not only given my body to another man but now I have given my
heart too. That would mean there is no way back for us.

“Now, as you had agreed that you love, the same way, one day you will say you want
my child in your belly.”

When I heard him say this I became silent. My fear was that in spite of myself I
would act as he said, and that terrified me. I can't be the first woman he had
tried to impregnate. He must have already overcome resistance from some of the
wives he was screwing and had succeeded in making their belly swell by the potency
of his seed. That was where his confidence of victory stemmed from. Will I be just
like one of the other women he had banged.

He started walking to the guest room. I still clung to his body without getting
down. His hands were around my neck. His rod was still buried in my pussy. He bowed
his head to mine and tasted my lips as he walked. Our forbidden fornication was to
continue in the guest room throughout the night for the second day in a row, or
anyway that was what he wanted. Would I allow that or send him away after our
sexual bout is over? His jeans, my house coat and our inner wear were scattered on
the floor in the hall. My dignity and morals were also scattered there along with
them.

Episode 16

Shiva now carried me to the spare room. The room where we had our first sexual
encounter the previous night. His club was hard as rock and still lodged inside my
womanhood. I clung onto him for the short journey to the room. When Shiva entered
the room, he turned on the AC and the light. He stood in front of the bed and took
my hands off his neck. Now only my legs were holding him at his waist, I let myself
fall back on the bed, using my hands to soften my fall. His big phallus plopped out
of my pussy, wobbled up and down a few times like a spring, and still stood at full
erection at more than ninety-degree angle, slightly pointing upwards. He looked at
me with his hands on his hips. The arrogant smile crept back on his face. He was
looking like as if how a victor would look at the vanquished. I had really not
known about his arrogant attitude towards women before this. This was something
that went against my basic nature. I had my own sense of pride. His thick rod was
drenched in my orgasmic fluid. He smiled as I looked at his weapon covered by my
love fluid. The very same weapon that had plunged to the very end of the depth of
my womanhood.

“Was it good for you baby? Can your husband give you pleasure like this?

He expected the answer to be ‘yes’ for the first question and ‘no’ for the second.
The answer he expected for the first was correct but not the second. He spoke as if
there was no man who would surpass him as far as sexual prowess goes. His ego was
as great a size as his penis. The way he talked to me before he had sex with me the
first time and the way he spoke now was different. Now he spoke as if I was just
one of his many women, and I like every one of them was subjugated to his virility.
This was his true nature to women, not the sham he shows when his intention was
first to seduce them. This attitude within him had probably developed because of
his many conquest of chaste women. I need not tell him about my husband’s skill as
a lover. Shiva is not someone so important that my husband needs Shiva
acknowledgement of his manliness. It’s enough that I know about it. In reality
Shiva had not given me any greater pleasure than my husband. Shiva’s foolish
thought that the pleasure a woman gets is directly proportional to the size of a
man’s penis is nothing but a male fantasy. My husband was equipped and skilled
enough to give me all that I need in sex. My reaction when I was having sex with
Shiva was purely a physical one because whatever said and done Shiva was also a
skilled lover.

Seeing his arrogance now, my feelings were towards not having any more sexual
relationship with him. But he has not yet reached his orgasm. He will surely want
to finish as well. If I refuse now how will his reaction be? I realised I don't
know much about him really. What little I knew was from what my husband and friends
have said about his character. They had not really spoken about his other aspects
except to say he was untrustworthy with women. If I were to refuse to have sex and
argue with him now would something untoward happen. If a commotion happens in my
house this late at night it would create an ugly scene. Worse is my husband would
be forced to intervene in the problem. What if something that starts out as an
altercation subsequently becomes physical.

Let me satisfy him first and send him away from here. Then let me think about a
solution for this problem. My silence must have assured him in his mind, that his
mistaken belief that my husband was not giving me enough pleasure, is correct. He
slept by my side. His long cock lay on his stomach almost reaching his belly
button. I was now embarrassed how much it was coated my sexual release. I felt
ashamed that I had this much lust when having sex with him.

"Come here bitch, suck my cock before I tear your cunt."

For the first time he called me a bitch … what’s left after this .. slut, whore,
dirty cunt .. he would soon use denigrating words that I really didn’t like to be
called. I should have expected this. However now was not the time to take umbrage
on it. I just needed to get him out of here as fast as possible.

Probably for some of the women he had been with, it would be sexually stimulating
to be spoken to vulgarly like this when they are fucking, but for me all it does is
irritate me. No point showing my displeasure now. I had to make him come as soon as
possible and send him away. I took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other.
I started stroking his cock as I played with his balls. I took the head of his cock
in my mouth and started sucking hard hoping to bring him to his climax fast.

“I’ve fucked quite a few women but even their cunts don’t give the pleasure your
beautiful hands do. You are number one in my list” Shiva praised me but it gave me
no satisfaction to be number one for him in this.

I felt like crushing his balls there and then but I restrained myself from doing
so. Instead as my fingers caressed his stiff stalk, I started sucking his cock
deeper and deeper. There was so much saliva in my mouth that some of it flowed down
his stem reaching his pubic hair. He held my head pressing down slightly wanting me
to deep throat his phallus.

“That’s it, take it deeper. You’re sucking like the cheating slut you are.”

He pulled my head up. “Tell me you fucking bitch, tell me you want to suck my
cock.”

What I wanted to actually do is bite his cock off but instead I said,” I want your
cock, I want to suck your cock.” I was hoping that him hearing what he wanted would
bring him closer to his orgasm faster.

With a roar of triumph, he pushed my mouth back on his cock and I engulfed it in my
mouth.
I sucked fast and tongued his shaft. Much as I had hoped to bring him to his climax
soon, there was no sign that he was nearing his zenith, except that his cock
continued to jerk on my tongue. The result of my efforts was that he enjoyed my
blowjob more and more. His cock became more blood engorged and the already mega
sized member became even more swollen than usual, completely filling my mouth. He
let me suck him for several more minutes before he finally pulled my head off his
cock. It was glistening with my saliva.

“Look how ready it is to tear your cunt. Your husband can never do what this can
do,” He said holding his cock and swaying it in front of my face. Hitting my lips
with his penis.

I shook it in my hands a few times. The way it was so firm and strong, majestically
erect, it caused a stirring of desire in my loins in spite of myself. I lay down,
spread my legs and prepared to receive his cock in me. Might as well get it over as
soon as possible. I was hoping he would lose control and seek his release as fast
as possible. I really didn’t want my desires aroused again, only for him to finish
as soon as possible. Even though these were my thoughts he had a completely
different idea in his mind.

“I’m not going to fuck you like this, get up,” he said.

“What are you going to do?”

He pulled me to the dressing table there and made me stand facing the long mirror
of the table. My image was clear on the mirror. Sweat sheen covered body, large but
firm breasts with erect nipples and the trimmed thatch of black pubic hair, in
contrast to my fair body, covering my vagina.

“Open your legs, bend and hold on to the table. I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

“Why this, Shiva. Let’s do it on the bed.”

“No, I want to see your face expression as I fuck you. I want to see the tortured
look of pleasure on your face when you lose yourself to the bliss, I’m going to
give you.”

I was resigned to doing this and I bent down with my hips thrust backwards as I
held on the edges of the dressing table. He came behind me as I bent forward. He
opened my pussy lips with the fingers of one hand as he placed the head of his cock
at my pussy entrance and with one movement, he shoved the whole rod inside of me.
The momentum of that thrust made my hands bend at the elbows and pushed me forward.

“Aangg…” I moaned not being able to help myself.

I immediately came to my senses. Let him enjoy himself. Let him reach his orgasm. I
should control myself and not reach my own climax. He should not get greater sexual
pleasure in seeing my face contorted in uncontrollable bliss. He shouldn’t get that
satisfaction, I said to myself but I knew it was going to be a struggle knowing how
well Shiva fucked.

"Wow, look at your shape, your hips curves flaring out to your fleshy buttocks,
damn sexy .. you were born to give pleasure to men." He was admiring my curves as
he held on to my hips.

He was getting more and more aroused seeing my body in that position. Only my
husband had the pleasure of seeing me like this before, but I myself had created
the opportunity for this unscrupulous rascal to enjoy this. He held my hips as his
pelvis hit the soft flesh of my buttocks again and again with a ‘thud’ sound each
time. The speed of his hip movement increased along with his excitement. Each time
he did that his cock head would rub up against my pussy walls as it slid in and
out. My mind cautioned me to control my emotions but my body was starting to betray
me. I too was getting aroused by his slithering snake inside my burrow. The
increasing strength of his grip on my hips showed that he too was slowly losing
control of himself. The flesh where he gripped me had reddened.

No matter how I struggled, the hunger of my desire and the pleasure I felt slowly
increased and it showed on my face. Our eyes met in the mirror. The same triumphant
smile was on his face while I was ashamed by it. Nevertheless, there was no denying
the pleasure he was giving me. I wondered how physical pleasure and emotional
distress could strike me at the same time. My face was filled with lust and twisted
with pleasure. My mind was reprimanding me for enjoying this illicit copulation.
Even though my face was contorted as if I was in pain anyone who sees that will
immediately know that in actual fact I was in a state of ecstasy. I closed my eyes,
unable to look at my face like this anymore. I realised that my hold on the edge of
the dressing table was getting stronger as my body was also reaching for that
joyous release.

There was only one thing left for me to prove that he had not yet completely taken
my will. I did not want to moan out the pleasure I was feeling. I had never been so
determined in my life to do it. For that I need to get him to peak before I lost my
control. I too pushed my hips back my hips in, hoping to make him reach his orgasm
quickly. I tried to squeeze the muscles of my pussy gripping his cock to increase
his pleasure. I opened my eyes again and looked at his face in the mirror. I
thought that would make him reach his peak sooner if our eyes met, urging him to
come inside of me.

Our eyes were locked as if in a contest to see who has the will to prevail here.
Time was moving fast for both of us. It had been 15 minutes since he was humping me
from behind. There were pearl like beads of sweat on our two bodies despite the AC.
I could see that he too was going to finish anytime now. It was the same condition
for me. I was struggling to hold off my orgasm. He did something else now to push
me over the edge. He leaned on my body and grabbed my breasts and pinched my
nipples. My body was assaulted by pleasure from two points, my loin and my breast.
Waves of pleasure that started from both ends met headlong in the pit of my
stomach. My legs started trembling as if they were losing all their strength. My
muscles tightened for a few seconds before I started shuddering as my orgasm hit
me.

“AArrgh…………………….,” no matter how I tried my groan of pleasure escaped my lips.

Shiva growled at the same time as he too reached his orgasm. Was he waiting for me
or it so happened he too reached his climax at the same time I don’t know but I
could feel his hot seed filling my womb.

He just lay on my back catching his breath. His cock was still buried deep in my
pussy having been victorious in its task. I slowly raised my head. Our eyes met
once more. He smiled, the smile of the victor. Usually, in having sex when the
partners both achieve a satisfying orgasm then both are actually winners. If that
usual criteria was to be the case, then Shiva and I were both victors. In that case
who was the loser … my husband? That thought caused a lot of pain to me. He stood
up straight but he still had his penis inside my vagina. He had to pull out before
I could straighten up. He just stood like that as if reluctant to pull out his cock
from the place that had given him so much of pleasure. I felt very undignified
standing half bent like that over the dressing table. I was about to tell him to
move out when he himself pulled his now shrunken cock out from my pussy. He turned
me around and kissed me on the lips. I let him kiss me without kissing him back.
“Okay Shiva, you had your wish, now please go. I didn’t ask you to come here today
in the first place.”

“Sorry Swetha, I simply had to see you, so I came even without your invitation.”

“Okay nothing to be done about it now, but leave, I am going to sleep in my own
room tonight.”

I was surprised when Shiva did not protest and readily agreed to it. Only then it
struck me that he wanted my husband to see me after just having been freshly fucked
by him. His parting words revealed the arrogant, egotistical thoughts in his mind.
When he had dressed up and was at the front door and was about to leave, he
revealed what he was thinking.

“Swetha, don’t wash up. Let him fuck you with my spunk still inside your cunt. Only
then he will know how much of my juice had filled you,” He said with his usual
conceited look.

As if as an afterthought, he added,” Better still let him lick your unwashed pussy
before he fucks you, who knows that is what he secretly wants” he said with a broad
smile on his face.

I felt a surge of anger within me. I felt like slapping him right there and then
but I didn’t want to make a scene now, especially if it would wake up the
neighbours at this time of the night. At that point all I wanted was for him to get
out from my house. I didn’t say a word as I locked up after him. I took a bath, a
very long bath. Yet no matter how much I washed myself my feeling of being unclean
did not leave me at all.

When I went to bed, my husband looked at me coming in and turned around slept
facing away from me. I slept facing the opposite side. Is this how our life
together is going to be henceforth, no longer being able to look at one another's
face. I made a decision then and there. I didn’t know if I was going to continue to
live with my husband or we were going to separate permanently, but the relationship
with Shiva must be severed immediately. The only indication of the emotional
turmoil I was in was the tears that flowed down my cheeks. Then again why cry when
I was the cause for all this.

Before going to office the next day, Mahesh and I were hardly able look at each
other much less speak. Mahesh was lingering before leaving. I realised he wanted to
say something but was finding it difficult. My heart started beating fearing the
worst, that he was going to say that it was no point in us being together anymore,
but it was for another matter completely that my husband wanted to speak to me.

“There is a small party and dinner invitation by my boss to those in the office
with senior positions. We were encouraged to bring our spouses to the dinner.”

My husband looked at me expectantly waiting for my answer. He did not say he wanted
me to come with him in so many words but I knew what he wanted. The situation I was
in right now, a party cum dinner was the last thing I wanted to go to. I was about
to say no when another thought struck me. What if my husband thought I did not want
to come because I wanted to spend that time having sex with Shiva. That would be
logical conclusion he would come to, so instead I said I will come with him.

"In that case can you come home a little early today. We can pick Ajay up from your
parents' house after the party,” He asked me and I nodded my agreement.

Little did I know at that time that the dinner was going to be a big turning point
in the mess of my making.

Episode 17

We arrived at a 5-star hotel where my husband’s company had arranged the dinner.
His boss had booked a small hall for the function. Food was to be in buffet style.
There was cocktails, wine and juice available as refreshments. Tables were arranged
for the diners. The employees and their spouses, of the company my husband works
for, were talking in small groups. There were cocktails in the hands of many of the
men while’s most women were having juices except for a few women who were having
wine. No one had started eating as yet.

My husband’s boss and his wife were standing at one side of the hall. His boss
looked to be in his mid-fifties. Anyone seeing him would have the feeling that he
was a pleasant man. My husband had told me before, that is before all this mess,
that his boss was a good man to work for. People who worked directly under his
supervision especially knew that. His wife had the same kind look. She should be
around 2 to 3 years younger than him. There were some senior managers milling
around and talking to them. His boss noticed us as we were coming in and he
gestured to my husband to join him. I was in no mind to engage in small talk, so I
wandered away and looked for a table that had on one sitting there yet and went and
sat there. I really wanted to be alone.

As I casually looked around, I spied Gauri standing in a small group of people. She
was actually looking at me at that time. My face flushed on seeing her. This bitch,
the one who had ruined my life was standing there. The anger came flooding into me
and I felt like walking up to her and slapping her there and then. Something I had
not done when I caught her with my husband. Even then, my anger would not have been
quenched. What stopped me was that the shame then would have been not only for her
but also for my husband and me. What was known just to the three of us would become
public knowledge to everyone in the company. My action would raise the question as
to the reason for my anger towards her. The scandal that had been hidden would be
exposed to everyone in the company and my husband would be ashamed in front of
everyone. Of course, my deed privately had already shamed my husband. In fact, I
have given my husband the worst possible humiliation. I had let his friend take my
chastity. Not in some covert way but I indulged in that obscene, uncouth behaviour
right before his very eyes. I realised that I had not only demeaned my husband, I
had in fact demeaned myself by my rage.

However, my anger towards Gauri still burnt within me. I had difficulty suppressing
my anger as long as she was within my sight. I turned to the other direction not
wanting to see her. It was then that I realized that the boss's wife was watching
me. She had a small smile on his face. She left from the group that she was in. I
was flustered when I realised that she was coming towards me. Did she notice my
expression of hate and anger when I was looking at Gauri I wondered fearfully. I
really didn’t want to talk to anyone but I knew that if the boss’s wife wants to
talk to me then it is going to be unavoidable. When she came up to me, I stood up
respectfully.

"Sit down .. please sit down," she said, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

I too had no choice but to sit down beside her.

"Are you Swetha, Mahesh's wife?"

"Yes madam," I said.

"Forgive me for calling you by name like that. I hope you will indulge a woman
older than you are in allowing me that." She smiled pleasantly as she said this.

There was no way that I could object no matter whatever way my husband’s boss’s
wife addresses me but I liked the way she asked me that even if we both realised
that my answer can only be ‘yes’.

"It's okay madam," you have every right to call me like that. (No need to call me
formally as Mrs. Mahesh.)

She laughed and said, "There is no such thing as having any right, I am just using
my age and my husband’s position shamelessly. I don't like speaking very formally,”
she said conspiratorially with a smile. “You too, don’t call me madam, it makes me
feel old, my name is Gautami, just call me that."

I gave a diffident smile in return. "Yes madam .. sorry Gautami."

"That's a good girl," she patted me on my knee but there was only friendliness and
no condescending gesture in that.

It was very difficult to hold her eyes face to face. Behind that pleasant, almost
motherly demeanour, there was a very sharp intelligent woman. I believe very little
escaped her. I had to be very careful not to reveal that my relationship with my
husband was in trouble. I try to keep my face as normal as possible.

"You have come so many times before, but I have not had the opportunity to meet
you. I’m so glad to finally get to talk to you. Mahesh is very lucky my dear, you
look lovely.” Saying this she turned to look at my husband talking to hers.

She turned back to me and said, “You two make a lovely couple.”

What she says is true. My husband’s company has small gatherings like this two or
three times a year and I have attended a few of them but I have never had the
opportunity to meet her before. My husband’s company was one that was a rapidly
progressing young company.

"It's I who should be glad to meet you mada… Gautami,” I caught myself from
addressing her as Madam again.

Gautami clasped my hands in her and said, "My husband thinks very highly about your
Mahesh. He has remarked to me several times that, to paraphrase him, 'one of the
brightest young managers we have.'”

Not knowing what to say to this I just kept silent. Normally I should have been
happy and proud to have heard this but I was in too much of an emotional agitation
to react in any positive way.

"You must be very proud of your husband."

My mind was in turmoil but I had to carry on a normal conversation here, that too
about my husband. I forcibly brought a smile to my face. We were talking together
for some time. I tried my utmost not to reveal about my inner struggles but she may
have suspected or got an intuition that there were some problems.

She gave me her name card. When I looked at that I realised that she in her own
right was in a very senior position in another company. “Think of me as your friend
Swetha. Call me anytime on any matter or even just to chat.” Saying this she left
me and went to talk with some others.

I gave a big sigh of relief after she left. I don’t know how I would have managed
if she had continued to talk some more. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and took
some deep breaths to calm myself. I was completely startled when I opened my eyes.
Gauri was standing next to me. I was infuriated, thinking what was this whore doing
here.

“Please Mrs. Mahesh, can I talk to you for a bit.”

On seeing her, the only thing that came to my mind was that of naked images of she
and my husband having sex, and that too in my own bedroom.

"What is there to speak to you, you’ve ruined my life" I said a little louder than
I intended to.

Realising that, I became alarmed if my voice had carried far and if anyone else had
been drawn to noticing us. I looked around but luckily nobody was paying any mind
to us.

"Sorry if I just keep standing like this anyone seeing me may get some doubt as to
what was going on," the bitch said and without waiting for my reply sat at the same
table with me.

I could not tolerate her being close to me but if I suddenly got up and left it may
draw unwanted attention towards us. I had no choice but to sit there.

"I know you're very angry at me."

That was an absolutely redundant statement. You are sure right about that you bitch
I thought to myself.

"Please listen to me for just five minutes, and I will never bother you again after
that," she said.

Bother? You have been more than that. You had practically destroyed my marriage and
my family and now you are saying you won’t bother me after this, I thought to
myself. Anyway, let’s see what you have to say though I didn’t think it would make
any difference to me.

"First of all, I would like to apologize to you, even though I know that what I
have done is an unforgivable act.

I listened to her with disgust. You did it anyway knowing all this didn’t you I
thought to myself.

"There is no forgiveness for me for destroying the peace in your life, I know
that."

What was this slut expecting? That I will forget everything and say ‘I forgive
you’? You seduced my husband .. the man I thought belonged to me .. only to me. I
was seething inside.

“But it's all my fault, none of it was Mahesh’s fault.”

Now I turned to her angrily and said, "What, did he tell you to speak to me on his
behalf?”

On her face was mixture of sadness and consternation.

"No, Mahesh did not tell me anything. In fact, he has not even spoken to me since
that day."
She looked directly at my face as she said this. She did not flinch away from my
piercing gaze. It became evident to me that she was telling the truth.

"Whatever happened still happened didn’t it. He did it knowing full well he was
betraying my trust in him."

Even as I said this the thought that I too had done the same wrong thing was
disturbing me in one corner of my mind.

"I'm the reason for everything that happened. I know how bad he felt that he had
betrayed you," she said. Her eyes had reddened as tears welled in her eyes.

"I and my husband were having problems. Those were our problems so no one else
should have come into it. The guilt that I had unnecessarily pulled Mahesh into it
and thereby ruined your happy marriage is tearing me apart.”

It looked like she would cry there itself. Seeing her genuine pain, I started to
feel a little bit of sympathy for her in spite of myself.

“Mahesh always made every effort to avoid me, it was I who relentlessly pursued
him.”

Hearing this I got even more angry at her. I said very slowly, but in a biting
voice, "There are so many men around, unmarried men too but you had to go after my
husband?”

"The reason for that is both my self centeredness and Mahesh."

Hearing her say that, I stared at her face angrily.

"You first said he is not to blame for the affair but now you agree that he is also
at fault ," I was fuming.

"He was not at fault for the reason you think," she said.

I looked at her vexed. What the hell was she trying to say.

"Mahesh always treats women with dignity. He never leers at women. He doesn't hit
on other women or tries to seduce anyone at our workplace even though I know there
are some women who would readily fall for him if he had wanted them."

I was digesting what she was saying. My Mahesh (yes in my mind he was always my
Mahesh) had always behaved the way I knew he would with other women. Then why with
Gauri. I looked at her really properly now. Now with all her make up on, she was
indeed a good looking woman, but was she in any way better than me? I know that
upon finding out about my husband’s affair, it had created a feeling of reduced
self-worth within me. It had raised within me doubts about my own adequacy as a
woman. Maybe it was part of the reason I wanted to prove myself with another man.
If I can make a womaniser like Shiva go crazy about me then there was nothing wrong
with me, no inadequacy within me.

She looked directly at my face as she spoke. I listened to her in silence.

"He was honourable, he was handsome and he was trustable. That's why I chose him."

She stopped me when I opened my mouth to retort angrily.

"Please I know your anger is justified but first let me tell you what I want to."
I closed my mouth again without saying anything.

“I was a married woman. If I had an affair with just about any other man,
especially as you suggested to a bachelor, he would probably be boasting about his
conquests to all his friends. That indiscretion could have destroyed my life.”
Having said this, she struggled in silence for a few seconds to control her
emotions.

“Even if you had pursued him, he should have thought about me,” I said.

The reasons she says may be justifiable on her side, but this cannot be an excuse
for my husband’s failing.

"True, but how long can a man resist a woman who is continuously throwing herself
at him?" "Even then, Mahesh did not entertain my wishes in anyway. I had to use a
woman's final weapon to make him give in."

She took a deep breath and continued.

“One day I wept to Mahesh, my body heaving in sorrow, that rather than living this
torturous life it would be better off for me to die.”

“As I expected Mahesh placed a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. I was waiting for
this, I immediately hugged him, and started raining kisses on his face.”

Gauri avoided looking at my face now as she spoke.

“Even then, he pushed me away and advised me that what I was doing was very wrong.”

“I didn’t pay any attention to what he said, I hugged him again, caressing his body
and pleaded with him to give at least a little bit of happiness in my life.”

“You know, even then he did not want to do the wrong thing. I cajoled, cried,
threatened to harm myself and kept throwing myself at him. Even then he kept
rejecting me. This went on for several weeks. My frequent bouts of sorrow and
crying finally resulted in him relenting. Even then it was more in sympathy then in
desire.”

As Gauri described how she used all her feminine wiles to seduce my husband, my
blood was boiling listening to her.

As if realising my feelings Gauri said,” I know how hurt and furious you must be to
hear this now. I swear to you, honestly, the great pain my behaviour of that time,
is causing me now cannot be described in words.”

“One thing I can assure you Mrs. Mahesh is that he loves you deeply. I know how
much he suffered in guilt that he was not being true to you.”

“After the first time he avoided me altogether but I created the sympathy for my
plight and did not let him be. I knew his weakness was that he was soft hearted
and I used that.”

Gauri wiped a bit of tears from her eyes. “There was more sympathy than lust in
your husband’s brief affair with me. Even that day was to be the last sexual
liaison between us, Mahesh agreed to my plea of having one final time together only
on that condition that it was to be the last. That was only the third and final
time we had sex together.”
Gauri now looked at me and said,” In that two-month period it was only the third
time we had sex should tell you that how much I had to beg and cajole him to have
sex with him. Any other man in his position would be the one initiating the sexual
encounters.”

I was at a loss on what to say now. She had just told me how she had relentlessly
pursued my husband and had achieved what she had desired. My husband is still
feeling guilty for giving in. Therein maybe the reason for his silence after so
much has happened since.

“The thought that my selfish actions had caused such huge problems to a good person
like Mahesh and his family, is really tearing me apart. I just don’t know how to
atone for it.” Gauri sounded deeply remorceful.

“Look over there,” Gauri pointed out a man, “that is my husband.”

“I have told him now what I should have told him then,” she said.

I looked at her astounded.

Seeing my look she said,” no .. no.. I didn’t tell him about my affair with Mahesh.
I don’t have the guts to do it. Moreover, it would serve nothing else but to hurt
him.”

“Then what do you mean,” I asked.

“I made the effort to openly talk to him about my dissatisfaction. Luckily, he

reacted much better than I expected. We are now in counselling. Our sex life is
improving.”

Yes, your life is improving mine is destroyed I thought to myself.

She looked at my face with empathy. She echoed the very thing I was thinking.

"My life is getting better but your life ruined. My conscience punishes me for that
every day." Gauri took an handkerchief and wiped away the tears threating to break
free from her eyes.

"I decided that I have to make an effort to resolve the problem that I started. I
hope that you and Mahesh would someday find it in your hearts to forgive me for all
the wrong I have done to the both of you."

After saying this Gauri got up and quickly walked away, not even turning back to
have a last look. I was starring at the floor in deep sorrow. Sadness was choking
me. I was afraid I would burst out crying anytime. I got up and quickly walked,
almost blindly, in search of the lady’s washroom. On going inside all the emotions
that I had held back came bursting out. I wept, in pain and sorrow. Luckily there
was no one else there to see my misery. After I got a modicum of control over my
feelings, I looked in the mirror at my tears strewn face. Wasn’t it the arrogance
of the beauty of this face that had led me to behave so horribly, I lamented to
myself.

I looked at my red lips. Lips that so many men had admired. Weren’t these the lips
that was sucked by Shiva, was wrapped around his manhood, which smiled with desire
at that scoundrel. When I saw my lips now there was nothing attractive in it now,
rather they seemed rather ugly to me. I washed my face before going back in. Now
there was very little makeup left on my face.

As I sat at the table a familiar voice greeted me,” Hi, Swetha, how are you?”
I turned to look at the direction of the voice, it my husband’s friend Mahen, he
who had taken care of Mahesh when he was sick, before our marriage. I forced a
smile on to my face.

“Hi, how are you?”

“I saw you sitting all alone. Mahesh is stuck with the boss, it’s going to be
difficult for him excuse himself from there,” he said smiling.

We talked for a while then he suddenly became serious. “Is anything wrong between
the two of you, or is Mahesh having any problems. He seems to be very dull and
morose for sometime now.”

“No, nothing like that,” I said not trying to reveal anything.

“You know I am there for the both of you, Mahesh is like a brother to me,” he said
genuinely.

The one good thing was that Shiva was not of a high enough position in the company
to get invited to this function. Him also being here would have been intolerable.
Seeing the concern Mahen had for my husband I could see now the difference between
a true friend and a rogue like Shiva. This was a realisation that had come a little
too late. How the rest of the evening went was a blur to me. Somehow, I made
through it and got back home. As we drove back home, I longed to hold my husband’s
hands in mine but my behaviour of the past two days had taken away that privilege
from me from doing it. I sat silently as my husband drove back home after picking
up my son.

Episode 18

After returning home after picking up my son from my parent’s house, I gave Ajay
some milk and petted him to sleep. Neither me nor Mahesh had much of a
conversation then. I could not understand his thoughts by seeing his face. I tried
to act as normal as possible, but my eyes kept straying to his face over and over
again. However, I could not see any reaction in his face. I couldn’t guess whether
he was ignoring the emotion I displayed or he really failed to notice it. After so
many days I was really wanting to talk to him today but it seemed from his
behaviour he was not of the same mind. The pain I now felt in not being able to
talk to him freely was like the pain I felt when I first saw him in bed with Gauri.
This time however, I am fully responsible for this pain. For the first time, I
really began to fear for the future of our marriage. Fear that the damage done by
my outrageous actions have made our marriage irreparable. That fear sent a chill up
my spine. When we slept on that night (rather only he slept, I kept awake looking
at his face), all my love and affection for him that was buried in my heart
recently, came bursting out. I realised, my gosh how much I loved this man. My
stupidity, had made me dare to do things that would deprive me of this true
happiness in my life. I hesitantly put my hand on his chest, fearful that he would
push it off. If he did that I would simply die inside. To my great relief he did
nothing like that and continued to sleep.

I cannot describe by words the comfort that came to my mind with just the touch of
my hand on his body. It was now up to me to make every effort to avoid losing this
life that I already had. If I succeed, there can be no measure to my happiness, but
if I fail, then I have to endure that suffering, because it was of my own making. I
didn’t know when exactly I too had dozed off. I had breakfast with him the next
morning. I looked at his face and smiled timorously. He too smiled in response. I
was in wonder how that little smile could fill my heart with so much happiness.
Just when everything was going towards the better my phone rang. It was from that
good for nothing Shiva. I noticed how quickly the look on my husband’s face
changed. I completely ignored the phone. After ringing for a while, it stopped.
Then after a few seconds it started ringing again. Being very irritated I switched
off the phone this time but by this one act Shiva managed to completely poison the
atmosphere in my house without he even being present there.

I found it difficult to sit in my office that day. I could not concentrate on the
work given. I decided that I have to put an end to everything immediately. But I
was confused about how to handle this. Even if the problem had only been between me
and my husband it was still going to be difficult to overcome. Now however, Shiva
is also involved in this matter. Many thoughts flowed through my mind for over an
hour. Luckily it was a slow work day, there was nothing urgent I needed to get
done. Finally, after much debate within myself I came to a decision. I made a call
to his cell phone. It rang for a while but he didn't pick it up. This made me very
anxious. Does he not even want to talk to me?? I tried two more times both the
times the ring went through, but he didn't attend the call. If I was the old Swetha
I would have stopped trying to call him. I would be angry thinking why should I try
to speak to someone who didn't want to talk to me. That headstrong Swetha was dead
and gone. I phoned the office directly this time, trying to get to speak to my
husband.

An unfamiliar woman’s voice greeted me,” hello?”

“Can I speak to Mr. Mahesh please,” I said.

“May I know who is on the line?” said that sweet voice.

“I am Mahesh’s wife Swetha speaking.”

“Oh Hi Mrs. Mahesh, just one minute, I’ll see if I can get him.”

There was silence for a while and then the woman answered,” he is not in his cabin,
did you call his mobile phone?”

“I did, it rang but he didn’t pick it up.”

“Oh, one moment please.”

Again, there was silence for a while, then,” Mrs. Mahesh I had a glance at his
table, his phone is on the table. I believe he is at a meeting. I’ll let him know
you called once he is back.”

I didn’t say anything else except to thank her,” Thank you, please do that for me.”

“You’re welcome Mrs. Mahesh, have a good day.”

I felt a little relieved now. He had not been ignoring my calls rather he simply
was not there to receive the calls. I didn’t get a call from him for over an hour.
I knew how long some meetings can be hence he can be quite delayed but nevertheless
every minute of it was like standing on hot coal. Finally, he called my cell phone.
With a trembling heart and trembling hands, I picked up the phone.

“Hello Swetha, what is it?”

After how many days he is calling me Swetha by name. Even hearing that made me so
happy.

I hesitantly asked him,” Is it possible for you to take half day’s leave today?”
“Why, what for? I have a lot of things pending.”

“Please it is very vital. We have to talk about our future, please?” I was
literally begging him.

He was silent for a few seconds then said,” Give me some time, I’ll call you back.”

It took a while but he called me back as he had promised. “Okay, I’ll be home by
2pm.”

I had to make one other call then I too took half a day’s leave and was home before
1.30 pm. My heart seemed to be racing faster and faster. This day is going to be
the most important day in my life. I will know by today whether happiness will once
again bloom in my life or only sadness awaits me in the future. My husband was home
a minute or two before 2 pm just as he had promised. On looking at me he would have
realised the agitated state of mind I was in.

He looked at me and said,” Yes Swetha, you wanted to talk, tell me what decision
have you made?”

“Please wait, I have called Shiva too, let him come first.”

“What, you have still not changed .. why did you call that fellow?” For the first
time I saw a display of anger and irritation from him. This was the first time he
had talked angrily to me after the incident of my discovery of his affair with
Gauri. It really should be surprising that only now he had displayed any anger.
After all, with all that had happened, how long can it be possible for any man to
continuously suppress his anger.

“Please don’t get angry. Knowingly or unknowingly Shiva had also been involved in
this. Now when a final decision is made it is better for him to be here too,” I
tried to pacify my husband.

Just as I finished saying this the door bell rang. That had to be Shiva I guessed.
As I opened the door Shiva came in with a broad smile on his face. I locked the
door and walked back to the centre of the hall. I could see that Shiva was
surprised to see that Mahesh was also there. He must have thought that I had called
him to enjoy an afternoon session of adulterous delight. He must have come with
great excitement thinking that was what awaited him.

It took him a few seconds to adjust to the situation, then said,” Hi baby,” and
came to hug me.

I put my hand on his chest and pushed him away. “Shiva, don’t touch me.”

He just stood there stunned at the turn of events. Shiva was not the only one who
was stunned. There was astonishment on my husband’s face which slowly turned to a
look of satisfaction. Shiva's face showed his anger. It only lasted a few seconds
and on recovering he immediately hid it and forced a smile to his face.

"Hey darling, what's this, why this anger?" he again approached me to embrace me.

"No Shiva, we are not going to continue this affair. I won’t allow you to touch me
anymore," this time I stopped him with my words.

However, when I had noticed that flash of anger on his face for a few seconds it
became clear to me that cutting him off was not going to be easy, just as I had
feared. This was the reason I chose this time of the day. This was the time when
our neighbours were all at work. So, even if an argument breaks out and it becomes
a verbal slanging match, then the chance of others hearing it was very unlikely. It
would definitely help to avoid the embarrassment.

“Look here, Siva, please listen to me patiently. I have made a big blunder. I
unnecessarily involved you in a matter that I should have resolved with my husband
alone.”

Before I spoke again, I took a few seconds to gather my thoughts. It was essential
that I was very clear in conveying my message. So, I carefully chose my words
before I spoke. Two matters must be clearly evident in what I was going to say.
One, I must make Shiva understand that our sexual relationship ends today and
permanently. Two, it must also show to my husband how much I regret my actions and
how it has hurt me as it has, him. The very future of my marriage and happiness
depended on it.

I spoke again,” Normally I would have to apologise to you for using you to seek
revenge against my husband,” I paused for a few seconds,” but in your case, I don’t
think that, that would be necessary.”

Both my husband and Shiva were listening silently and intently to what I had to
say.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds and then continued,” As far as you are
concerned, I am just one woman among many. If not me you will move on to another.
You are incapable of having a meaningful and permanent relationship with a woman.
That would be your curse in your life.”

Shiva now intervened,” What do you mean curse?? It is my good luck .. no, no,
that’s wrong .. it’s my manliness and sexual skill, that allows me to enjoy
pleasure with many different women. Just like you, all those women gave themselves
willingly for their own enjoyment and because they wanted a real man to fuck them,
isn’t it so Swetha?”

His arrogance on his manliness was so clear in his words. I wanted to punch that
sneering face. I had to bring him down a notch or two.

“It maybe so in other women’s case but not mine. Tell me how many of them have real
affection for you? Would they really feel upset or worried, say, if you are sick
or in trouble?”

Shiva in his heart of heart couldn’t answer in the affirmative for that so his next
words were to actually boast about his sexual prowess.

“Yeah .. but they all chose me over their husbands including you. Only I was able
to fulfil their needs and give them satisfaction, not their useless husbands.
That’s all I need from them and they from me. You too were no different, you came
to me for that only didn’t you.”

I saw an expression of pain on my husband's face when he heard this. Seeing Shiva's
conceitedness made my blood boil. I had to first quash his swagger.

“As I said before, I can’t answer for others but you were just a tool for my
revenge. Let me tell you now, you had not given me anything greater than what my
husband had given me.”

He looked at me disbelievingly. He was really of the believe that none of the

husbands of women he was sleeping with, were capable of satisfying them the way he
did.
“What bullshit, when we fucked we both know how much you enjoyed it .. in fact even
your husband knows that.” He said this looking mockingly at my husband.

It must have been as humiliating for my husband as it was for me to hear Shiva
speak these words. It hurt more because there was some truth in what Shiva said, I
really did enjoy the physical part of the sex. How stupid of me not to take into
consideration all the bad repercussions that my actions may result in. My anger
which all this time was so wrongly misdirected on my husband now changed to Shiva.
I spoke softly but the repressed anger in my voice was clear to see.

“That was nothing but a physical reaction, there was no love or affection of any
kind in it. Why a woman could easily get the same type of physical satisfaction
even from a dildo. You were only that for me nothing more.”

I was letting him know that a woman may also be moaning out the pleasure she was
feeling when satisfying herself with a dildo. It didn’t mean that because of that
she had any great attachment to it. I was so furious within. I really wanted to
wipe that arrogance from his face and dare I say, even hurt him by my words.

I continued,” Have any of the women you had ever told you that they want to leave
their husbands and come with you?” As there was no answer from Shiva I said,”
Highly unlikely, they all know to what extent you are needed. They want to only use
you for their needs otherwise you are nothing to them.”

I could see the anger rising in Shiva’s face but I continued recklessly. More than
I had needed to.

“This sexual prowess you are so proud of. It is all so temporary. Once your youth
goes no one will give two hoots about you. Only a miserable life will be left for
you.”

Shiva’s face was now convulsed with anger but I ignored that completely.

“My husband’s lovemaking skills is in no way inferior to your but you want to know
what’s the difference between sex with you and him?”

We all knew I was not expecting any reply from him for this question. With all the
fury he had building in him at this time, he was still nonplussed as to what to say
and I said that.

“With you everything is temporary. It doesn’t evoke any long-term emotions.

Sometimes there is even regret for doing it with you but with my husband the joy
lingers on. Even days after, the memory of how we shared our love would bring a
smile to the face.”

Shiva couldn’t hold back anymore and burst out,” Then why did you open your fucking
legs to me like a bitch in heat. Not only that, did you only stop only with just
fucking? I know how you enjoyed sucking my cock,” he smiled cruelly,” right deep
up to your throat.”

He looked at my husband with disdain and said,” You know how your wife would hug
and kiss me in lust as I fucked her? The marks on my body will show you what a
bitch in heat she was.” “One thing I must say, your wife’s cunt sure is very
tight,” he wanted to tell my husband how his thick cock had stretched my vagina,”
it was wonderful how her pussy would grip my cock and massage it as I pumped my
cock in and out of her, it was simply heaven.” He laughed derisively,” I must say
Mahesh, your wife is a wild cat in bed, it was fun fucking that sweet cunt of
hers.”
In his anger he wanted to hurt and humiliate me and my husband just as much as I
had, him.

I expected this but I didn’t expect him to speak so vulgarly about me. It was
probably because I had angered him so much but it was vital that I had to speak
this way. I had to show to my husband that Shiva meant nothing to me, sex with him
was nothing special to me. Even if I had directly told my husband this it would not
have been as effective as he listening to me telling off Shiva directly in this
way. Shiva however, with his words was trying to tell my husband that, for me, sex
with Shiva was better than the sex I had with him (my husband).

I now spoke,” That was the biggest blunder of my life. My stupid anger had made me
lose all sense of propriety. I now realise what a moron I was. My actions only
ended up hurting me more than anyone else.”

I pointed at my husband who had been silently listening to us all this time.

“In wanting to badly hurt my husband in the same way he had badly hurt me, I
selected you because among all his friends you were the one with no morality and
was completely untrustworthy.”

“I had so stupidly thought that having sex with you would be the most appropriate
way to hit back at my husband for his betrayal. All my words of endearment to you
were not spoken from the heart, it was just to annoy my husband.”

“One thing, you can never be, is a real man like my husband. You really don’t know
the meaning of how to be a real man.” I wanted to hit him hard in the one thing he
believed himself to be superior to other men whose wives he was bedding.

Now his real self came to the fore. He couldn’t take this silently. “Shut up you
filthy dirty slut. I’ll slap you till all your teeth fall off.” Saying this he
walked towards me with his raised hand.

For the first time then my husband reacted. He came and stood beside me and said,”
If even your fingernail touches her anymore, I’ll break your bloody hand.”

He looked at my husband and spoke with derision. “You? Going to break my hand? Hah,
you couldn’t even do anything when I fucked your wife in front of you .. okay I’m
going to slap her now, let’s see what you can do.”

I didn’t expect it to reach to this level of a physical confrontation. In one way I

was proud and happy that my husband came to my defence but my greater fear was that
Shiva may physically harm my husband. My husband however didn’t seem flustered one
little bit. He stood there calmly. When he spoke his voice was soft but firm.

“I didn’t do anything to you because of Swetha .. and because of what I had done,
If I wanted to, I would have thrown you out of my home that day itself,” I was
surprised at how confidently my husband spoke. This was a man who had no fear of
the man confronting him.

For someone who thought of himself to be very manly Shiva couldn’t back off then.
Especially when my husband had spoken like this in front of me.

“What are you talking too much like this you bastard,” Shiva said as his hand
reached for my husband’s throat.

The next action was too swift for me to see. All I saw was my husband grab his palm
and move down inside and moving up while twisting Shiva’s hand and the next thing I
knew Shiva went flying over and was on the floor. My husband had Shiva palm twisted
inwards as Shiva’s face and body was pressed to the floor. Shiva was groaning in
pain.

Initially I too had cried out in fear but it was not my husband who was hurt as I
feared but rather that scoundrel Shiva. The way my husband had moved so swiftly and
had rendered Shiva helpless indicated that he was very adept at some sort of self-
defence but he had not once mentioned or boasted about it to me in all our years of
marriage. There was much more about my husband that I really had to learn.

“If I wanted, I can put you into hospital for at least a month. You better get out
from here before I really lose my temper, and don’t ever come back.” Saying this my
husband released his hand.

Shiva got up holding his hurt hand with his other hand. I could see fear in his
eyes for the first time as he looked at my husband. In actual fact he really was a
coward who dared not attack my husband again. I sighed a sigh of relief that the
matter was over but I was wrong. Shiva was not going to go quietly.

“You beat me…,” he was almost crying,” I’ll get you for this, I’m going to spoil
your reputation, you just wait and see. I’m going to tell all our friends and our
colleagues how I fucked your wife and how you just stood and watched helplessly.
Everyone will laugh at you .. you won’t be able to show your face outside .. and
that bitch too,” he said pointing at me.

I was stunned at hearing this. The realisation hit me how badly I had miscalculated
the problems that I have created. My whole world came crashing down at my feet. My
mind raced to how Shiva would be telling people about us .. about me.

"You know guys, Mahesh's wife Swetha is a great cocksucker, you wouldn’t believe
how much that bitch enjoyed sucking my cock and swallowing my load.

"She was great at sucking, she would lick my precum and then suck my cock till her
mouth ached."

"She will hold her cunt lips open herself for me to shove my cock in."

“That good for nothing Mahesh just watches me fuck her, probably the cuckold would
be shaking his cock then and getting his jollies.”

In my mind all these thoughts ran of how he, in wanting to humiliate us, was highly
capable of saying all this. If that happens, I can’t do anything else but commit
suicide. But what about my husband. How will he be able to stomach all this
humiliation to his honour and good name. Alas all is lost, we are now embroiled in
a disaster of my own making and there seemed to be no escape from it. God please
help us I prayed silently.

Episode 19

Look at the mess I’m in I thought deeply perturbed. I thought there was no escape
for me from this horrendous situation but I was wrong. Once again, my husband came
to the rescue.

My husband face was very calm, there was almost a smile on his face. Shiva had
expected my husband to be shaken and begging him not to do what he, Shiva, had
threatened to do, but seeing his calm state a little fear seemed to creep back on
Shiva’s face.
“If she,” my husband pointing at me,” had approached any of my other friends they
would have advised her and tried to patch up the problem between us. They would
have been very concerned our marriage was in trouble, that’s how true friends
behave.”

I hung my head in shame on hearing this.

“But you came showing your teeth and wagging your tail like a dog. Then itself I
knew that something like this can happen. We had all tolerated you as a friend even
though we knew about your character and what a despicable man you are because we
have known you for a long time. That was our mistake.”

“Well so what? What can you do about it? Everyone will only doubt your manhood and
think your wife slept with me because you cannot satisfy her,” Shiva said
contemptuously.

My husband gave a snort of derision. Hearing this Shiva was taken aback. My husband
didn’t seem any bit concerned on hearing what Shiva had threatened to do. I too was
wondering about that. A little hope flickered in me that my husband would settle
this matter without any issue.

“If you want your body to be floating in a river or lake then go ahead, I would
like to see you do that,” my husband replied calmly.

“What? You’re threating me? I’m not scared of you. I can protect myself.”

Even I became scared. God, let my husband not physically harm him or even kill him
because I was an imbecile. If it becomes a security officer matter everything is
ruined.

My husband was unflustered. “I won’t have to do it. Someone else will.”

Before Shiva could open his mouth and say anything my husband continued,” Don’t
think I’m going to hire some killers do my work, I’m not a snivelling coward like
you.”

I could see the confusion on Shiva’s face. He didn’t even react to how my husband
belittled him.

“You know Sabeesh don’t you,” my husband said with a crooked smile on his face.

Hearing this name all the blood drained out of Shiva’s face. I was confused I
didn’t know what was happening.

“You know what he is and yet you dared to sleep with his wife.”

Now I began to get an inkling of what had happened. This Sabeesh must be some sort
of a influential man, either very rich or a gangster leader of some sort or both.
Looks like Shiva had not been able to keep his pant zipper closed with that
person’s wife. From the way Shiva’s had become ashen-faced in shock in seconds
indicated that If it became known to that man, it would indeed be a death sentence
for Shiva.

“Our friend Guhan had sent a photo of which he had taken showing you with your
hands around Sabeesh wife’s hip, taking her into a hotel. He also happened to be
there at that time and he took the picture on an impulse,” My husband said showing
Shiva a photo from his mobile phone.

“Guhan sent the photo to me one day, remarking that you must be crazy to have an
affair with the wife of that fellow. I usually would have deleted it but something
told me to keep it with me thinking it could be useful one day and now sure enough
it is.” “Shall I send the photo? I’ll also give him directions to find you.” My
husband smiled wickedly.

Not only was Shiva’s face drained of blood, his hands were trembling now. All his
arrogance, self assurance, all disappeared totally. For having enjoyed that Sabeesh
wife’s body he may have to pay for it with his life. People like Shiva, when they
get an opportunity to bed a woman don’t think of the repercussions. They think with
their penis first.

It was Shiva who was begging and pleading now,” please, please don’t do that.”

“You spineless son of a bitch, you spoke so big just now why are you grovelling
like a wimp now.” It was now my husbands turn to turn the screw.

Even when my husband scolded him like this, he, dare not show any anger. He was
like a beaten dog. If any of the wives he was banging were to see him now they
would not recognise this pitiful grovelling man.

“Please I beg you, forgive me. I won’t interfere in your life again.” Shiva was
almost crying.

“You better not, now give me your phone,” my husband said.

I didn’t quite understand why my husband wanted that. Shiva quietly handed his
phone to my husband. My husband fiddled with it for a while and handed it back.

“All your connection with my wife has been permanently deleted. Now even if you say
anything about her, I would say you are lying because I beat you up for trying to
misbehave with her. I know you wouldn’t dare do it anyway but I don’t want you to
have anything of her.”

My husband was not hot headed or irrational in his anger like me. He thought of
everything.

“I know if you still said something bad of Swetha, quietly, thinking you can get
away with it, some people may have doubts that something may have happened between
you and her but knowing your reputation they would probably think that what I said
about you misbehaving was probably what had happened.”

“If anything like that reaches my ears .. you are a dead man.” Or I could save all
the trouble and just send the photo to him. I’ve not decided whether to do that or
not.” My husband seemed to relish seeing Shiva stricken with fear so he was making
him suffer.

“Please, I’ll fall on your feet if you want, don’t do that.”

My husband looked at his face and laughed out loud.

“Now onwards I don’t want to see any display of arrogance in front of any of our
friends. I want you to be very diffident when you are with us. I will order you to
do things and you will obey like a good little servant you are.”

Shiva’s face was pained on hearing my husband speak but he knew he was completely
under my husband’s thumb and had to do as he says. The only escape for him would be
to resign and go and start afresh somewhere else. That wouldn’t be easy for him.
Reluctantly Shiva shook his head in the affirmative.
“One more thing, no more of this fucking around with other women. If I even get a
smell of that, you know what is going to happen.”

Shiva opened his mouth as if wanting to protest but thought better of it. He just
stood as if awaiting his next instruction from Mahesh.

“Now you good for nothing bastard, get out of my house and don’t you ever dare show
your face here again.

Shiva walked out like a beaten dog with its tail between its legs.

Now there was just the two of us in the hall.

My husband had not only done what was necessary in getting Shiva out of my life
permanently but he had also saved our family name from being dragged in the mud.
Now, even if we could not reconcile, I can at least carry on my life with dignity.
It won’t be a happy life without my husband but at least I would not be pushed to
suicide because of the shaming of my family. It was now I who should speak. I was
so nervous. This is going to be crucial for my future happiness. So many unexpected
things had happened in the last few months. My belief that my husband belonged to
me and me only was shown to be a lie. Also, my thought that except for my husband,
I would never permit anyone other man to touch me had become false too.

There was this very real situation that the time had come for us to decide if there
is a future for our marriage. I also knew that to save it, I had to take the
initiative. One thing gave me a little confidence I could do it. It was his action
to protect me that gave me that confidence. It seems like he still cares for me.
After all the things I had done I was embarrassed to see his face directly and talk
but there was no other way than that if I were to succeed.

As the door had closed as Shiva had left I felt a great bit of relief that one big
problem had been resolved. Now it was left for me to speak with my husband. All
this while I had said what I wanted to say to my husband indirectly in what I said
to Shiva. Now I had to talk to him directly. I have to articulate my feelings to
him to his face. My future happiness depended on it. I now looked at my husband's
face. He was looking at me. Our eyes locked. I took a deep breath before I began.

Episode 20

When I started talking my voice was tremulous, no matter how much I had wanted to
have control over my emotions.

I looked at his face and said, "If you tell me to leave the house and don't ever
come back because you don’t want to see my face anymore, I won't be angry at you or
make a scene here for that because I know my actions certainly warranted that
decision from you."

I was looking at his face to see what his reaction to this would be.

He asked in response, "Do you want to leave this house?"

I was taken aback by this question from him. "No, never that, that would be my
misfortune,” I said with my voice cracking in consternation.

"Then why are you saying this in the first place?" He asked me calmly.

I was confused. Looks like he won't make this easy for me. I had shamelessly
indulged with his ‘friend’ in all the sorts of sex, something that a woman should
reserve only for her husband. Wasn’t that enough of a reason for him to drive me
away from his home.

As I started saying,” but I had done this terrible thing, I have betrayed you
an….,” he interrupted me.

“Were you the only one guilty of that?”

“Even so, how can I do the same thing in return, isn’t that completely wrong?”

Even as I said those words my actions seemed very strange to me. Instead of
pleading to him to forgive and accept me, I was giving him reasons to reject me
altogether.

He had a small smile on his face. I was amazed at seeing it. After all that I have
done how can he still look at my face with that smile. That was not a mocking smile
but a smile of affection, something I didn’t expect? All I thought would be was a
look of disgust when he saw me.

"Swetha, do you still want to live with me?" he asked me. I realised that this was
a genuine question. He was not just playing with me.

Hearing those words from him lifted my heart .. there was still hope for me. My
heart soared with happiness.

"If that happens, I am truly blessed. My happiness would know no bounds .. but
would you forgive me even after all that I had done?"

He would surely have seen the relieve, joy genuineness of my emotions in my voice.
Instead of answering me he asked me a question instead.

"Why did you get so intensely angry with me? You even gave me an ultimatum, either
I allow you to do in return something like I had done or a divorce if I was
unwilling to." "You were ready to leave me then but now you say that you would be
blessed if our marriage continues."

Before answering this, I thought deeply, my words must be coming from my heart and
coherent. He waited for my reply, he didn't rush me. Then I started talking
slowly.

"I myself have been thinking the same thing about this. Up until now, I've searched
for the answers using only my brains.”

“And now?” he asked.

"Now when you asked me this, I looked for the answers in my heart."

A smile flickered on his lips on hearing this. "So, are you clear now?" he asked.

I looked into his eyes and said," Don't think I am blaming you again, but you are
the reason for it."

His eyes narrowed when he heard this. "Are you saying because I betrayed you?"

"No that was the effect, not the reason."

He was puzzled at what I was trying to get to.

"It's all because of you. Your display of love and affection for me. You filled my
life with complete happiness. All of your actions made me feel special."

"I forgot my parents, I forgot my relatives, I forgot my friends. For me, you were
my world."

He slowly began to understand what I was trying to convey. I did not avert my eyes
from his penetrating gaze. He needed to feel the integrity in my words. It was very
important if my marriage was to be saved.

"With all that, I too believed I was everything to you, but .. but when I saw the
incident that day (even now I couldn’t say the words having sex with another
woman). My whole world came crashing down in front of my eyes." Even now I felt the
sharp stab of pain when those images passed very briefly through my mind.

I started to cry slowly now. That memory still had that impact on my heart. I was
embarrassed at my display of emotion at this point and tried to suppress my tears.
I slowly looked up at his face with redden eyes. He had a look of empathy for me.

“Because I had such great, unmeasurable love for you, my pain was just as equally
great.”

“I lost all sense of balance then. Only feelings of anger and humiliation took
turns to torture me. I was not open to reason…” I struggled to convey the state of
dejection and turmoil I was in.

I quickly continued lest he think something else,” I’m not trying to justify my
actions. I know there is no justification for that. Two wrong can never make a
right. I will accept whatever punishment that comes my way.”

“I know I am not worthy to share your life. I don’t even have the right to beg you
not to reject me.”

“Now it’s for you to decide. One thing is for sure. If you send me away from your
life than that life would only be hell for me. I will just be a shell of a person
but then I deserve it for what I had done. I will learn to accept that too.”

I looked deeply into his eyes as there was one more very important message to
convey to him.

“All that I did with Shiva was in a blind, irrational fit of rage. He meant nothing
to me. For me, he never matched you in any way. He can never be the man you are.”

With that I had said all that I had wanted to say. My fate was in his hands now. We
had been speaking while both of us were standing.

“Come Swetha, come and sit here,” he said as he went and sat on the sofa.

I walked slowly to where he was sitting and very hesitantly sat beside him, a bit
sideways and facing him. He kept looking at my face for a few seconds and all the
while my heart was beating very fast. I felt that he was thinking very deeply
before speaking. Suddenly fear attacked me, what if he was thinking about how to
reject me without hurting my feelings too much. Even as I tried to control it, I
started shivering now. He opened his mouth to speak.

He took my hands in his hands as he began to speak. My hands were still trembling.
As if he was trying to reassure me, he gently squeezed my hands.

“Swetha, are you not aware that in our society the reaction towards men and women
is different for the same sin of adultery?”

“Even if a man continues to sleep with different women, as long as he takes care of
his wife and children properly our society expects the wife to tolerate everything.
At most, they will advise the man to change his ways.”

“God forbid, that the man actually reforms later, the wife is then expected to be
very grateful for that happening. No one would admonish the man, rather they would
praise him for mending his ways.”

I now, without raising my bent head, just raised my eyes and looked at his face.

“Not only that, the man’s family and the wife’s family would welcome the change
with great happiness and the man doesn’t face any consequence for the horrible
error of his ways.”

“However, if it was the wife who had done that mistake even once in her life, there
is never going to be any forgiveness for her.” He paused for a few seconds,” I
realise there are some instances .. in very limited, rare cases, where the wife is
forgiven but those are really exceptions. Even if forgiven, she would be reminded
of her action whenever any small conflict comes in her life.”

“She would be scolded as a prostitute, a whore, woman of low morals etc. The pity
is it won’t happen only in her in-law’s house but even in her own house.”

What my husband says was very true but what to do. That was the fate of women in
our society. I, however was still not sure what my husband was trying to convey to
me.

“Our society which gives so much value to the pain and humiliation of the man does
not give any consideration to same type of suffering of the woman,” my husband
continued.

“Swetha, you have lived with me for so many years, did you think I am also of that
same type?”

I didn’t know what to answer to that so I just kept silent.

“I know very well how deeply you loved me. Wouldn’t I have realised that you would
have been as deeply wounded as I have been later?”

Hearing my husband say how deeply he was wounded was like having a spear pierce
through my heart. I just wanted to grab him and hold him to my chest consolingly,
but as the guilty person on trial here I was unable to do it.

“Swetha, I have lived so many years with you, I know how deeply you cared and loved
me. When I broke that trust you had in me, I know how very badly I had hurt you.”

My husband was laying out the reason why he had tolerated so much. He could feel my
genuine pain and yet I had wanted to inflict that pain on him to make him realise
how he had hurt me, when there was no need to do that. He already had realised
that.

My husband continued. “What I did was the primary reason for all that followed, if
not for that the thought of doing what you did have never ever entered your mind.
Yet you are sitting here as the only person who is guilty. Where is there justice
in that?”

My tears were falling freely now. They were falling on his hands that were clasping
my hands. The emotions that I had been controlling all this while were not in my
control anymore. Only one thing kept coming to my mind again and again. What a real
man he was. Caring, able to accept his own errors and see the good in others. My
god yes, my dear husband was going to forgive and accept me back in his life again.

“Now, Swetha, the question is not whether I forgive you and accept you, to do that
I should have been someone who had not done anything wrong myself, but whether you
are willing to forget everything and we start our life afresh.”

I couldn’t control my emotions any further after this. I buried my face on his lap.
My tears were wetting the pant my husband was wearing. My body was shuddering as I
cried. I felt his sympathetic hand on my head, consolingly petting my head. It made
me truly realise how gifted in life I was. My husband respected my feelings … no,
no .. respected women’s feelings so much. How big hearted he was to forgive me even
after all that I did to humiliate him. That I had acted in such a demeaning manner
was killing me now.

So many men would have arrogantly said that they can do what they want, just on the
basis that they are men. They would have told us, you women ought to know your
place and not question them in any way. Here however, my husband is saying he
doesn’t even have the right to forgive me because he was the one who made the
mistake in the first place.

He raised my head up and looked at my face with a kind smile. I was amazed to see
there were tears on his cheeks too. He too had been holding his emotions in check
for so long. We held each other cheek to cheek. Our tears mixing as one, the way we
are not two persons anymore but one. Nonsense flowed from our mouth as we attempted
to outdo each other in consoling each other, but there was so much meaning in those
nonsense. I didn’t know how I was ever going to forgive myself for having hurt this
wonderful man.

I kissed him on the lips and said,” I don’t know how to make it up to you. I have
been a terrible wicked, horrible person but this I will tell you, I will die before
I ever hurt you again.”

“Shh…. Don’t talk of the past darling, we only have our future to look forward to.”

I cried and laughed at the same time not really knowing what to do at this time but
my Mahesh did. Yes, after a long time I could call him my Mahesh again in my heart.

He scooped me what up in his arms. I wrapped my hands around his head, laughing.

“Hey .. what are you doing?”

“Something I have not done for a long time,” my darling husband said as he carried
me towards our bedroom.

I buried my face in his chest as if I was a new bride but my lips were smiling
broadly.

Episode 21 – epilogue

We, were in our bedroom, we were in our bed and most importantly we were hugging
each other tightly. It had been months since we had done this. Yet all the
wonderful feelings came tumbling back into me. The feeling of great emotional
satisfaction in being in the embrace of one you truly loved. I was gasping, taking
deep breaths that was expelled from my body each time my husband moved inside of
me. I had my arms and legs tight around his body as my husband made sweet love to
me. Tears were running down my cheeks as I kissed Mahesh on his lips, face and neck
as we immersed in mutual pleasure. This time the tears on my face were tears of
joy. I had gone to the precipice of ending my marriage but had somehow clawed my
way back from it. I was now clawing on his back as my husband was taking me to yet
another orgasm.

We had undressed each other and after a long time there was shyness in me as my
husband removed my clothes one by one. We kissed long and hard, very passionately.
My lips were at the mercy of his pressing lips. Our lip lock was both avaricious
and long. Our kisses after so long was kindling the fires of passion within us very
rapidly. His lips delightedly tasted every part of my body once again. I cradled
his neck as he drank from my swollen nipples. I squirmed as his tongue tortured my
belly. I groaned as his tongue explored my womanhood and drank my secreting nectar.
His fingers knew from long experience where the touches would make me gasp. I knew
how much my feminine fluid was drenching his fingers. Unlike Shiva, my husband
through our long years of marriage knew the spots that would make me squeal in
rapture. His probing fingers were making my pussy lips grip his fingers. I squeezed
my breasts with my own hands as I couldn’t bear this intense delight. My husband
was showing me, how there was much more in this than the sex with Shiva. I shook my
head not wanting to have any remembrance of that filthy bastard.

I in turn lovingly took his firm manhood in my mouth, making him gasp and moan as I
made his pleasure pole jerk repeatedly from the pleasure my tongue gave it. I could
feel the secretion from him on my slaving tongue. This was what I wanted to taste,
the love fluid of my husband. I stroked his cock as it went in and out of my mouth.
My fingers played with his balls, gently caressed the bottom of his scrotum and his
anus. His hands pressing down on my head showed me how much he loved what I was
doing. I regretted so much now, that these things I learnt from my husband on how
to please a man, I had used to give pleasure to Shiva. What a moron I have been.

Finally, my husband lay me on my back, got in between my thighs entered into me

once more and my vagina eagerly grasped the thick flesh within itself. We embraced
each other tightly as our two bodies caressed each other as our sinuous, sensuous
movements began. We were two bodies entwined as one, as his probing manhood
caressed my inner wet walls, making me lose myself in the rapturous pleasure
carousing through my body. We kissed, we moaned, we hugged and still we wanted
more. We were two bodies drenched wet from the intense sexual heat. My husband had
already brought me to the heights of pleasure twice. I bit him, dug into him but he
did not care and still continued his wonderous sexual assault of my vagina. We had
been coupling for the last half hour and yet he was not through. This passionate
sex, was reminding me that there was never going to be a substitute to two people
joining together with love. At the height of this passionate embrace, I came once
more in a shudderingly blissful orgasm and this time my husband soon followed with
his own release. I could feel his hot release spurting into me. We held each other
tightly for several minutes as the intense pleasure turned to a warm glow.

It was a few minutes since we had a most wonderful session of lovemaking. I lay
with my head on his chest. My breathing was getting back to normal and the sheen of
sweat on my body was drying up. This was a fantastic reminder again, if I needed
one, that how beautiful sex can be when two people who truly love each other shared
not only their bodies but the deep emotions for each other that was within them. I
hugged him tight as if afraid to lose him as I lay my head on his chest. I could
hear the rapid beat of his heart as he too was slowly recovering from his
delightful exertions. He had made a mistake but how could I have been so foolish to
embark in something that could have ruined my life completely. I remembered the
quote from Cicero, ‘He removes the greatest ornament of friendship who takes away
from it respect’.

This should apply to marriage too I thought. Respect for each other’s feelings, the
emotional impact on the marriage when that aspect is removed can be very damaging.
Mahesh had done that to some extent but my horrendous reaction and the way I did it
was inexcusable. I lifted my head up from his chest and looked at my husband’s
face. He smiled at me. Was there any animosity towards me for what I had done in
spite of his magnanimity in accepting me again. I searched his face, all I could
see was the love in his eyes for me.

“What Swetha, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Aren’t you the least bit angry with me for what I had done?”

He ran his fingers through my hair lovingly and said,” I should have been above
reproach myself in the first place for that.”

“Maybe but what an imbecile I was to think that two wrongs can make a right.”

“Leave it Swetha, all of us have made mistakes, it’s time for us to move forward
and not dwell on the past except to look at it as a lesson never to be repeated.”

A surge of love for him engulfed me. I kissed him with passion and fervour. I
finally let him breathe from my ardent kiss.

“You should have given me two tight slaps and dragged me back into our room by my
hair and told me to behave myself.”

Mahesh laughed when he heard me say this. I stared at him in mock anger and
continued,” You should have also kicked Shiva on his balls and thrown him out of
our house.”

My husband pinched my nose like doing it to a little child. “You think I am a cave
man to be dragging you around by your hair?” he said smiling.

“Shiva was never a problem for me, I could have shut him down anytime I wanted. For
me, you have to have wanted that first.”

Yes, my misunderstanding of why he was silent when Shiva was with me was very
clear. He tolerated everything because of his sense of right. He had made the first
mistake. It was for me to forgive him.

“I love you so much,” I said. After four years of marriage, even though our
feelings for each other was evident in our small loving behaviour towards each
other we had not expressed out our feelings for each other out loud. I shouldn’t
make that mistake again.

I suddenly remembered about our son. “We’ve got to go and pick up Ajay soon. My mom
will start wondering what happened to us.”

My husband held my two cheeks by the palm of his hands and kissed me gently on the
lips. “Let him be with your mother for awhile more, I want to spend some more time
with his mother.”

I lay my head back on his chest again. I was not foolish enough to think that
things can straightway become normal as it was before all this happened. In wanting
to make this marriage work we had both compromised somewhat. I the future strains
are likely to happen as in all marriages. Would what had now happened become a
festering wound then in that stressful scenario. It could happen. It was up to me
now to see that things never became worse for us anymore. I have to be more
tolerant. I have to make him feel every now and again how much he means to me.
Things won’t always be smooth sailing in the future but I would have to face the
future with fortitude … and hope. I squeezed him harder as these thoughts went
through my mind. I was determined I was not going to fail.

The End.