He watched an ice cube melt over her navel. She quivered,
watching him, as water trickled down. He moved closer and made circles around
with his tongue making her let out a soft moan.
He moved over her straddling himself on her thighs. He held onto
her hands as he bent down over her navel. The ice cube kept melting. Water kept
trickling down her curves making her tickle with passion. He let out a warm
breath over the navel and drank the melted water from the goblet of her navel.
He poured a drop of red wine into her. Savoring both, her navel and wine, he
moved his hands over her bosom.
He cupped her bosom while savoring wine from her navel. She
tried to curl her legs but he stretched straight on her holding her legs with
his'. She let out a pleasurable moan. He kept licking at her navel. She began
to plead, she was being tortured albeit pleasurably. He made her helpless with
holding her hands and legs.
He began moving upward leaving a trail of intoxicated kisses
from her navel to the bosom. He stopped, looked up into her eyes, gave a
notorious smile and bit on her left areola. She screamed, in pain and desire.
He crushed her nipple between his teeth, mercilessly. She cried a moan until he
began caressing it with his lips, softly.
He moved his hand over her right bosom while playing with his
tongue over the left one. Squeezing and stroking one, sucking and licking the
other one. She trembled under him. She moved her free arm on his back sliding
downwards to his buttocks. She spanked him taking him by surprise. He stiffened
and froze when she spanked him, harder, the second time. He let out an
astonished moan. A moan that told how much he loved the surprise.
She winked at him. He smiled back as he bent down and locked
lips. He kissed her slow. Very slow. She moved her hands over his back, gently,
making circles with her tender fingers. She moved them down on his buttocks and
pressed him towards herself. He smiled on her lips knowing precisely what she
meant. It was time to go down. Her libidinous demons were waiting to be
exorcised.
He broke the kiss and began sliding down. On the way he kissed
her on chin, moved further down to her neck where he left a trail of wet
kisses. Onto her bosom where he said a wet hello to both. A kiss on her
cleavage, a run for the tongue between that. He moved down to her belly. His
hands resting on her love handles. His lips kissing every inch of her skin. He
stopped at the navel and played with it for a while before sucking it. He moved
to her lower abdomen, just above her paradise. He drew a line across the area
with his tongue kissing slowly all around. At last, he came to her paradise,
looked up at her, gave a smile and let out a warm breath over it.
A loud ring distracted him. He turned around and saw the
deafeningly ringing alarm clock by the bedside. He shifted in his bed only to
realize he was dreaming, dreaming about the lost intimacy between them. She sat
across the bed tying her hair into a bun. Her curvy silhouette against the
morning sun made him crave for her. He stayed still in his side of the bed. She
stood up, without turning back to him, and disappeared in the bathroom. He laid
in bed with his dreamy eyes on the ceiling reminiscing the mornings when she
used to wake him up with kisses. He let out a loud sigh and turned his back to
the bathroom.
The breakfast table felt more like an obligation than family
time. Their home was devoid of laughter. Neither of them smiled. They had grown
ignorant of each other's presence in their lives, at least they pretended to do
so when left within the confines of their home.
He never felt as guilty as he did today morning for that fateful
night. The memory of that night was still fresh as a dew in his life. That was
the night their relationship took an unpleasant turn.
1 year ago
Ravish and Namita invited envious gaze from everybody around
them. They were a couple who redefined marriage with love. Their love for each
other grew deeper with every passing day until that fateful night at a colleague's
house party to celebrate Ravish's phenomenal success in the company over a very
short span of time. Rumours about Ravish's sexual favors to their boss were
rife but Namita had downplayed them all this while until that cold December
night.
That cold December night
The celebrations were loud with music & dance and alcohol
& food. The extravagant show of finesse in every department could
barely miss an eye. Everybody was high
in and on spirits dancing all night. Post 2 am, Namita felt exhaustingly tipsy
and went upstairs, away from the hullabaloo, in search of a place to relax. She
turned to the first room to the left and collapsed on the bed.
The door banged open, at around 3 am, waking Namita from her
drunk nap. She could barely manage to open her eyes. Her head was heavy and
tizzy. Her vision blurred with sleep. But, her pupils dilated and vision
cleared when she saw Ravish in a passionate lip lock with his boss, Mr. Das.
She froze in bed with eyes wide open in astonishment. Her heart
stopped beating. She couldn't fathom what she was witnessing. She knew she was
neither dreaming nor hallucinating. It was Ravish and Mr. Das, in the act,
caught unawares. Breathless, she witnessed the homosexual act of his husband
with his boss from under the comforter in that dimly lit bedroom.
Mr. Das's fingers were caressing Ravish's neck and his hands
were traveling down into the backside of Mr. Das's pants whilst their tongues
were rummaging each other's mouth. Ravish pushed Mr. Das towards him. Mr. Das
let out a moaning laugh. Ravish undid Mr. Das's fly and went down on him.
Namita didn't want to believe what she was seeing but she didn't have a choice.
She couldn't react. She laid numb in that bed witnessing it all.
Ravish cupped Mr. Das's cullion and kissed at his tip. Slowly,
he moved Mr. Das into his mouth whilst Mr. Das enjoyed the pleasure with closed
eyes, loud moans and pulling onto Ravish's hair. A few minutes later, Ravish
stood up and undid his fly. His pants dropped down pooling around his feet. He
then turned around and bent over for his boss. Mr. Das spanked him as he moaned
aloud. Mr. Das moved a finger between his butt crack before plunging into him.
Namita closed her eyes and wept uncontrollably before mustering courage to
stand up and confront Ravish.
This day
Ravish wanted to apologize to her for everything he did but couldn't
dare speak a word. She sipped coffee while glancing through her newspaper. She
stood up and walked towards the main door. She turned back towards him as she
opened the door. He waited with bated breath for her to speak something. She
did. She said, 'Today's the last day,' and moved out closing the door behind
her.
