Adultery

The early morning phone call came like a bolt from the blue.

"Yes Sir. Of course, Sir. Right away, Sir." These were the only words spoken by Rajat.

I stirred feebly. The call had punctured my sleep. Was it dawn? I could hear the noisy chirping of birds outside. It was the beginning of a brand new day. I lazily covered my bare buttocks with the bed sheet. Yes, there was not a single string of clothing on my figure. It was our honeymoon, after all.

Rajat was then making some hasty calls in quick succession. I could gauge the note of agitation in his otherwise calm and relaxed voice. Turning on my back, I peered up at him. He was sitting on the corner of the bed, with his back to me, and tapping away on his phone. Another short phone call, followed by another. Then yet another brief round of that frantic messaging. Finally he sighed deeply and got up. Clearly, something was wrong somewhere. Were there some work issues?

My nude husband then got up and poured himself some water. He wasn't aware that I was wide awake and unabashedly lapping up his tall, lean physique with my eyes. Rajat was so hot and handsome. And he was simply awesome in bed! How could I forget about last night? And the one before that? Another week of 'forbidden' nights was lying in front of us... only me and my husband. But why was I getting a nasty feeling that the phone call was going to play spoilsport in such a picture-perfect pleasure trip?

Rajat was scraping on the floor for something. Wait! Was he sniffing my panties? Such a naughty mind! Did he remember that he had smelled them too, very meticulously, during both the previous nights? Even in this atmosphere of urgency and work conflicts, he was searching for my fragrance within my lingerie. He chuckled softly and then tossed them away again. Still smiling to himself, he walked across the room. I heard the bathroom door shut. But I have noticed the great bulge in his pants. Really, it was very difficult to get a hang of his busy yet kinky mind.

I lay on the bed, while unconsciously fidgeting with the bed covers and my stark nudity. My eyes scanned through my clothes, scattered all over the floor. This honeymoon was undoubtedly a breathtaking outlet for me... all my wildest fantasies coming true... each of my sinful desires and instincts getting unlocked and fulfilled. And I was craving more and more, for the intense foreplay and carnal lovemaking. It was as if, every single time, we had to be together. Without him, I couldn't settle down, even for a moment. I was just a lovesick passionate bride.

Most of my friends were plain jealous of me. I smiled at the thought. Yeah... how many of them have been bestowed with such a hunk of a husband by their side? I felt blessed and lucky. When he was not stripping me naked with his bare hands (which was so often in the past few days that I had lost track), Rajat was such a warm and gentle person. He worked in a top position in an esteemed multinational company and was also highly popular within the circle of his colleagues. I had met many of them during my marriage... they had heaped compliments on our pairing as a couple and said we really looked great together. And now my husband's libidinous spree was driving me crazy, yet giving me the utmost satisfaction and indulgence! I also looked for ways and means to please him... satiate his unending yearning; ever since our marriage, I was feeling so contented inside and was in complete love for my body. It was as if I was discovering and knowing about my body, my mind and myself, every day, every moment. It was not just the sex, but what was making those intimate moments so much more magical and sensuous was this profound bond and understanding of each other.

It was true that we both had married late. I was in my mid-thirties, Rajat a couple of years older. I had resolutely turned a deaf ear to my innermost cravings and bodily needs and had locked them away, till a few months from now, focusing on my career and work alone. I was a teacher at a reputed school and also gave classes at home. But I had grown tired of my loneliness and the punishment I had kept inflicting upon myself, especially my constant pushing away of the idea of marriage, the idea of another partner... then I met him at one of my friends' parties and believe it or not, we clicked instantly. I was glad that our wavelengths matched so perfectly. It was, as if, everything fell into place at the right time.

Girls were always swooning over him, but he was never interested in casual flings and affairs. Rajat was also career-minded, like me. And having achieved his dreams and bagged a top executive position in his office, he, too, had understood that something or someone was lacking in his life. So, it seemed like a match made in heaven. Too good to be true! And suddenly, this sublime landscape opened in front of my eyes... I realized what a great disservice I was doing to my innermost feelings, sentiments and emotions. A whole new world of togetherness and companionship, tenderness and fondness, warmth and affection was waiting for the two of us... sizzling with brand new experiences, adventures and moments. And lots and lots of love and sex.

I found him extremely devoted to me. We sincerely loved each other's company... and Rajat could hardly keep his hands off me. He was an ardent admirer of sensuality and aesthetics, and he enjoyed gifting me sumptuous bodily pleasures, making his tongue and fingers go on a wild rampage over my sensitive skin, his eyes dancing with a mischievous twitch while I uttered the loudest moans and whimpers, unable to bear his scorching touch any longer. He was a crafty player... and his antics provoked me to fall in love with the idea of sex. Not just the initial flirting, but the unbridled, uninhibited, rampant, lustful fucking which followed. Aaahhh!!

In spite of his hectic schedule, he had managed to get a short leave from office, and we flew away to this quaint hill station which seemed a paradise to me. I was floored by its picturesque tranquility and natural serenity. Rajat knew this place; he had come once in his childhood with his family. But I was a stranger to its beauty. And the view from our balcony could not be described by words alone... it was something to be seen and felt. It was complete bliss... bliss in its purest form.

Slowly I moved out of bed and roamed around the suite aimlessly. Slipping on my tee and panties, I wondered about our return to the city again. Good things don't last forever. And this vacation would end someday. Didn't I know that before?

"Can you get my towel?" asked Rajat from inside the shower. I picked it up from the bed, turned the door handle and was going to slip it in, when he grabbed me by the hands and shoved me inside.

What was this? Sex in the shower? The man never ran out of his ideas. I enjoyed the sight of his insanely long penis. Its head was searching for a hole.

He was still gripping my wrists, and looking straight into my eyes. I flushed under his gaze... my heart beating furiously. I gulped a couple of times. Rajat smiled. He was aware of my nervousness, aware of the slow fire building inside me, waiting eagerly for his next move. He was again toying with me... and liking every bit of it.

He leaned forwards to kiss me.

I never knew when he had let go of me... or that my hands were just hanging loosely by my sides. I, or rather, my lips were busy obeying his wicked orders... as he coated his thick ones over my own, tugging and biting them, teasing and sucking them in a slow and erotic harmony. He relished this routine. And gradually, he picked up speed, the steamy and engulfing liplocks now making me feel so hot and sweaty. Oh! I wanted to be glued to his pout forever. Every touch of his mouth on mine kept turning me on... Oh God!!

I was clinging on to him with my eyes closed, tasting and munching on his bee-stung lips... the heat of the moment forcing me to raise my arms in a half-conscious state, and my husband getting rid of my tee before throwing it away disdainfully.

"Your tongue... stick it out..." I heard a soft murmur nearby.

I brought it out, opening my mouth wide enough for him, still not daring to open my eyes. I realized my throat was dry.

Rajat pounced upon it keenly, getting a ready access into my mouth, embracing my parched tongue with his own. I found one of my breasts getting cupped and fondled by his large palms, the firm nipple twisted and pinched, while he consumed my mouth with his famished tongue, occasionally treating me with love bites over my already sore lips. The intense tonguing left me with an unbelievable aftertaste, my body pining for more of such onslaughts... and my barely-there panties reminded me how wet I already was.

He led me by the hand and put me under the shower. Then he crouched low and discarded my underwear.

We were two naked souls, hugging and clutching one another, getting quietly drenched.

The water scalded and tantalized me further, the torrential droplets wreaking havoc over my bruised body parts, searing me relentlessly. We tongue-kissed each other again; after that Rajat put my erect tits into his mouth and drank from them... his tongue was trying to lick away every droplet from his wife's precious skin. I wailed and arched my head backwards, heaving and breathing hard... the water kept pouring and trickling down, from my ample cleavage and then into my deep navel... and further down. His brazen lips touched every spot... he felt my dripping bellybutton briefly, further electrifying me, before lowering his head down into the most forbidden zones.

His hands reached upwards, abusing my large boobs, while his busy mouth parted my clitoral lips and began tongue-fucking me. The water was serving as a perfect catalyst; my juices were flowing freely; I was left swaying and quivering feverishly while my husband continued his oral romps between my legs. I didn't know how much longer I could keep standing like that... my knees were wobbling dangerously. I put one leg over his back for support. As a result, he got more open territory to thrust his tongue back and forth.

The orgasm arrived, thick and fast. Slurping the vaginal honey, he got up and kissed me deeply again.

His rod now deserved special treatment... and I was only too willing to oblige.

I put my tongue out.

The tip was kissed, and then the entire length was taken proper care of. The pelting water washed away the glistening saliva I left over his massive erection, as a result of the diligent licking and sucking, and he soon exploded in my mouth, which I was expecting as a result of the deep growls and groans under his breath. Groans of pure ecstasy and satisfaction.

We were not done yet; he slapped my back and I was made to sit on all fours while he prepared to ram his still hardened cock into my anal hole, which was already soft and moistened as a result of his deft tongue-play. I felt my butt cheeks cuddled and caressed; he was running his hands all over my bulbous rear in such a tempting manner that I stooped further low... my buxom mounds were almost touching the bathroom floor. The penetration arrived soon after... the rhythmic in-and-out... the scandalous libido... my hair being tugged in fistfuls and my ear-splitting screams and moans... with Rajat increasing his pace like a brutal maniac and the merciless ravaging of my sex... more and more... "Aaahhhh... ohhhh... ummhhhhh... Aaahhhhhh!!..."

I was his breakfast this morning...

We lay on the damp floor for a while, after my husband had cummed again, the stains of semen ebbing away while we updated our memories with yet another sexual escapade. The silence seemed somewhat unnatural, after all that frantic shouting and whining... the only sound came from the still pouring shower. After what seemed like an eternity, Rajat got up and closed the tap before leaving the bathroom. I followed him.

He started getting dressed, without a word. I sat on the bed, watching my love covering up his drool-worthy figure... his dressing sense was also immaculate. When he finished, he came up to me, knelt down and took my hand in his. Was he proposing again?

"Anu, I'm so sorry. I have to leave the country immediately. A major work issue has come up at our head office in the States. I am sorry you cannot accompany me -" I could hardly believe my ears. That early morning call surely was a bad omen then!

"We will be leaving soon after. My bosses have organized our flights. You will have no trouble flying back to India. Every arrangement has been made. We are going to the airport together. It will be all right, honey... I will make it up to you, I promise. It's just a matter of a fortnight. Who knew this will end so soon? I'm not liking it... but I really need to go."

I looked at his face... at those adorable and heartfelt eyes. I understood the gravity and his desperation to make love to me early this morning. Two weeks away from each other from now on... and right in the middle of our honeymoon. Life really is unpredictable and uncertain... what waits for us in the next moment cannot be planned beforehand. We had to accept this, and move on. After all, work was obviously important. And life had certain priorities and exigencies. The affair at hand could be curtailed and easily postponed for a later date again. I thought about the bigger picture... did two weeks really matter in a lifetime of togetherness?

I smiled. Rajat looked so relieved.

"Of course, I understand." I said this only. He nodded, beaming, and gave me a warm, tight hug. My soaked body was dirtying his crisp shirt, but he didn't let go. We were making unspoken promises to one another; I was thinking about the ethereal moment when I would see him again. At long last, we broke apart and kissed. I wanted to preserve his breath in mine.

A couple of hours later, we were in separate flights...

Little did I anticipate that when a body seeks its own demands, it doesn't wait for anybody or for the right moment. Sometimes, self-control becomes the most painful thing. Sometimes, something is destined to happen...

******

I was back in my own space.

It was a Sunday. My school was closed that day, but I had classes at my home. Sunday meant college-goers, studying their last year in college. Guys and girls in their early twenties. And since I was not a grumpy and unfriendly old teacher, we used to share a lot of extra-curricular ideas and thoughts. They were very comfortable and open with me. Sometimes, I gave them relationship tips too.

Puja called in the morning to say that she had fever.

Akash was touring Mauritius with his parents, I knew that. He had departed last week.

Rajiv had a test in a different subject the next day, so he messaged me that he would be absent.

That meant only Gautam and Archana for today. Ah! The lovebirds!

Actually, they were seeing each other for a while now. The whole college knew about them. I heard a lot of stories.

I thought about cancelling, with half the class missing. Then I decided against it. Archana had missed a few classes previously, Gautam had too, probably... so if they asked for a revision topic today, I could do that. Then the others wouldn't miss out on anything new.

I started going through my old notes of past classes.

******

It was around afternoon and the class was in full swing. I was covering the lectures which Archana had missed. It was convenient for her boyfriend too.

They were such a good looking couple. I suppressed my feelings of childish envy. What was I at 21? A very boring nerd, most probably...

The girl really took care of her figure, which was an alluring one. And today she has chosen a body-hugging top and jeans which exemplified her ample curves to absolute perfection. Not to forget that angelic face and full puffy lips. It was no wonder why boys her age were crazy about her. And so was Gautam, completely besotted with her features.

Gautam was no loser himself. He seemed to me as a younger version of my husband. Archana's guy hit the gym every day, the toned body and muscular arms bore testimony to the fact that he didn't just go there to pass time or ogle at girls. And he had a certain boyish charm, which sometimes proved dangerous to members of the opposite sex, even ladies almost twice his age.

"Ma'am?" my chain of thoughts broke. Archana was saying something.

"Yes?"

"The answer to this question here is not there in this book..."

"Oh yes... I remember. Akash had raised that point too. It was in a different reference material. Wait, I will get it at once." I got up to go to my study room where I kept all my books and notes, answer sheets of my students, evaluation sheets and everything.

I soon got what I was looking for. From the doorway I turned around and I stopped suddenly. My head went into a tizzy.

I could see Archana's back at the distant study table, a few feet away from me. She was busily kissing her boyfriend beside her.

I kept observing them, from a distance.

Have they forgotten they were in class?

It seemed they were oblivious to the surroundings around them.

Archana stopped for a moment, and adjusted her hair. Then she resumed. I watched her slide her tongue in between, upping my voyeuristic amusement and my own body heat.

My heart pounded energetically, while I calmly viewed the exuberance of youth. My leaving the table for a brief moment had provided them the perfect opportunity to grab and tongue each other. The idea must have seemed sinfully forbidden and illicit. And more the danger, more was the unfolding of exciting pleasure.

I just couldn't draw my eyes away from their titillating passion. It was too irresistible.

Archana has started moaning softly. And I was getting turned on and on. In each passing minute.

My conscience was telling me to catch them red-handed and reprimand them strongly. But I couldn't. I just couldn't.

I was heaving and panting under my sari. What was it about them that was poisoning me so much? Was it due to my sex-starved condition for the past one week? Was it the long absence of Rajat? Or the lack of his penis up my ass? Or the lack of the silky touch of his long fingers around my navel? Or the lack of the languid flick of his tongue over my rigid nipple? Or the... Ahhh... I just couldn't control... was I getting wet?

I was a married lady dearly loved by her husband.

He had promised me that he would be back the next week.

Where was my self-control? Why was my body disobeying me and coaxing me to give in to my erotic imagination? Why was I lusting to put my tongue through Archana's clit and lick her to a thousand orgasms? And why was I dying to fill my own with her boyfriend's thick rod?

What was I doing? Wouldn't I be cheating on Rajat? How would I appease my guilty conscience and forgive myself?

Or was this just a fun experiment? Going with the flow and satisfying that horny couple over there? Share with them a mature lady's experience? What was the wrong in that?

They have stopped kissing. Possibly they realized they were going too far. But they had ignited the fire in my sex. I just couldn't remain calm anymore.

But I would be crossing ethical and moral boundaries. I was their teacher, after all. They all looked up to me with respect. Although a few of the guys had their crushes on me, including Gautam. But that was normal for their ages. What I was scheming was extra ordinary and could have dangerous consequences.

Ok, let's face it, I was not trying to prove a point to anybody. I had desires of my own which I was having great difficulty in stifling. I had always pushed away the flutters of my heart in my growing up years. Wasn't now the right time to answer those feelings? The three of us could have a rollicking time, without anybody knowing. I was sure they would keep it a secret. Archana was no virgin. I had heard rumors of her sleeping with Gautam quite a few times. And the luscious way they were French kissing showed that they weren't novices at all.