A Rainy Afternoon
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I looked at the clock on the bookshelf. The entire morning has been wasted.
I had no idea that it would be so tough. It was true I didn’t have any concrete and definite ideas in my head. Still, there were a few half-developed thoughts and glimpse scenes from my favorite porn videos and erotic stories which I had hoped I would be able to replicate in my writing. After all, I was really looking forward to write a hot, sizzling adult story for a long time now. But I just wasn’t able to create a basic story line and write a single word, even after so many attempts. I sighed deeply, now feeling angry at the morning being wasted for nothing.
I yawned hugely, stretched my arms and got up to go out into the balcony. It has become cloudy all of a sudden. I was so engrossed in my horny ideas that I had lost track of my surroundings. It was looking like it would rain heavily soon. Dirty thoughts about wild lovemaking in rainy weather started flooding my mind, but I couldn’t create a story around it. Hmmm… I would have to think more.
I looked through my book-shelf, in search of my ‘hot’ collection, for some genuine inspiration. I knew it wouldn’t work though… my writing needed to be original and fresh… something which would attract the readers. A distant rumble of thunder caught my ears. It was quite dark outside now. Oh! What was that? An old marriage-invitation card was lurking behind the books. Surely, I had discarded it long back and forgotten all about it. It might have been lying there for a couple of years now. I opened it to look at the date.
No… it was last year november. Oh yes… it was navin’s marriage. What a forgetful mind I had! He was one of my close friends in college. Yeah now I remembered… it was really a lavish affair. He had invited his gang of good friends and every one of us had enjoyed the ambience and hospitality to our hearts’ content. The food was marvelous and we had had a great time, pulling navin’s leg, and making jokes about marriage and married life. What was his wife’s name, again? Oh yes… sheela.
I tried to bring back sheela’s face in my memory. She was quite pretty, I now recalled. A few of us were secretly jealous of navin, for having wedded such a beautiful bride. She had a very eye-catching face, full lips and an attractive figure. Dressed in traditional bridal wear and heavy jewelry, she had looked so bewitching that I had found it difficult to draw my eyes away from her that evening. I had developed a crush on her, right from my first sight.Although I had wished the couple happy vibes for their married life, I had been fighting an intense longing for sheela inside my mind as well as a feeling of envy for navin’s good fortune.
After the ceremony, our interactions had ceased a bit… it was no longer possible to maintain a regular contact with them, as was the case before navin’s marriage. There were the occasional ‘hi hello’… and some casual meetings among all the friends. News of their honeymoon had also reached me. Paris, I remembered navin mentioning.
The downpour started outside. I got distracted by the sound of the thick, heavy raindrops. There were frequent thunder and lightning too. Hmm… what was I thinking? Oh yes, sheela.
I used to enjoy watching her, casually and innocently. At her face and hands. At her body and those lovely saris. At that absolutely flawless skin. She never minded the attention showered upon her and the mischievous looks from her husband’s bachelor friends (including me), but used to talk with all of us very cordially and jovially.
She was a simple dresser, without much extravagant style and make-up, but there was something in her natural beauty and alluring features, which had maximized her appeal in my starving eyes. She didn’t show much skin, nor did she wear any provocative or outrageous clothing, but her ample curves beneath that simplistic appearance used to keep turning me on to a huge extent. Naughty thoughts had soon started flowing in my perverted mind, torturing me and increasing my jealousy towards navin, but I had kept them strictly to myself, while behaving with his wife in a most friendly and comforting manner, during those post-marriage meetings and conversations.
In my own mind, I had grown obsessed with her. I didn’t know whether I could control myself, if I ever laid my hands upon her. Everything about her had captivated my mind completely. I had no clue if I would ever forget her… But it needed to happen, because one day, I would be married too.
So I had started strengthening my mind slowly, trying my best to keep those illicit thoughts at bay. She was, after all, one of my best friends’ wife. Today, I pondered, I was not so much infatuated with her, as I was, say three months before. Perhaps, I had forgotten about the whole episode too. That was why, maybe, I needed their marriage invitation card to recollect the entire affair. Her sensual effect upon me, quite strong even a few months back, has now subsided and abated.
It was raining heavier now. The doorbell rang suddenly.
Who has arrived at my door, in such inclement weather? I hastily opened the door. My jaw dropped.
Drenched and shivering from head to toe, sheela stood in front of me, clutching her bag and a large packet. I couldn’t believe my own eyes. Was I dreaming?
Coming to my senses, I hastened to welcome her in. Lowering her eyes, the rain soaked figure entered my room and I closed the door.
The torrential rain was becoming more powerful, every minute.
“Hi sheela… How are you? What a surprise! Wait… Let me get you a towel.”
“Please don’t bother raj,” she replied in her sweet tone. I sensed goosebumps rising in my skin at the sound of my name. “Actually, I had come to visit my sister-in-law who lives nearby. She had asked me to wait, seeing the state of the sky. But I had come out already and walked some distance, and the rains came down so fast and heavy I couldn’t turn back. Then I remembered your place around here somewhere.” she finished, shifting her wet hair from her cute face.
I smiled at her… But my inner demon was raising its ugly head, sensing some action in the moments to come. Yes… Navin and his wife had come once to my apartment for a short visit. “Didn’t you carry an umbrella sheela?” I asked her. She shook her head and then sneezed.
“Oh, you are about to catch a cold… Listen, go to the other room and change your wet clothes fast… But what will you wear then? I can lend you some of my stuff.”
“Don’t worry about that. My sister-in-law gifted me these jeans today only. It’s in the packet. I will slip into them for the time being. Raj, can you please give me one of your t-shirts? And can you prepare a hot water bath for me? If it’s not too much trouble…” she requested politely.
“No trouble at all.” I was quite pleased to oblige. How could I turn down her earnest plea? But at that precise moment, the lights went out, indicating a power cut. Although it was daytime, but since it had grown quite dark outside, I had switched on the lights. Now what to do?
I stole a quick glance at the dripping wet sheela, who was biting her lower lip, looking worried, in the darkness. The pounding rain thundered outside relentlessly. The generator of the building was also malfunctioning for the past few days, I remembered. And I didn’t have a personal inverter. For how long the power would be out, I couldn’t guess. The wind howled outside. It was getting worse.
I ruled out the hot bath proposal (the geyser wouldn’t operate) and advised her to change her wet clothes and wipe herself dry. She went into the bathroom and bolted the door as I handed her a towel. I told her that I would keep a clean t-shirt for her on the bed. She whispered her thanks in gratefulness and I came out of the room.
The inner demon was chewing my insides. I was unable to subdue it. My excitement and carnal desires were heightening every second. What was going to happen? Should I make the first move? She was my friend’s wife, I told myself. I did not have any knowledge of her being unfaithful or disloyal to my friend. How could I think of her doing such immoral and forbidden acts with me?
My indecent mind started wondering what sheela might be doing inside the bathroom right now. She has, perhaps, got rid of her soaked sari.
I had often run my eyes over her voluptuous bosom. Most probably, she had unhooked her wet blouse, thereby freeing her seductive mounds. She must be rubbing the towel all over her sensuous cleavage…
I grew jealous towards the millions of tiny water droplets which had enjoyed and played with her buxom body today… Has she slipped off her bra? Perspiration formed on my forehead as I visualized her, wiping that ‘lucky’ towel around those supple breasts and erect nipples which must be responding to every touch.
My penis was getting awfully hard at the very idea and I stopped myself from thinking about her lower parts. I remembered promising to keep a t-shirt out of her, so I went back to the room, opened the cupboard and picked out a white colored tee.
As I was placing it on the bed, I heard a distinct sound coming from the bathroom. A woman sobbing and crying quietly. Strangely, I could hear that amidst the violent wind and thunderstorm outside. Was sheela upset? I hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the bolted bathroom door. After a brief pause, her sobbing stopped and the door swung open.
She was still in her drenched attire and her beautiful face was in a mess. Tears and raindrops covered her face… She looked hurt and angry… A forlorn and depressed figure standing inside the dark and damp bathroom. I came near her, took the towel, and wiped her face. She didn’t resist, but tears kept pouring silently down her face.
I brought her out of the bathroom, placed her on the bed and gave her some water, asking what the matter was, in a calm and soothing voice. I kept patting her head and massaging her shoulders. “Don’t cry… Please sheela. I’m here for you.”
“Why did navin do this to me?” she wondered aloud, in a broken voice.
“Did what?”
“He… Cheated… On… Me.” sheela gasped out, sobbing and crying again.
From the uncomfortable and uneasy conversation that followed after much cajoling and solacing, I realized that navin had been cheating on his wife, for the past few months. Sheela was getting suspicious about his activities.
This morning, she had gone shopping at a mall (the sister-in-law story was a lie). She did her shopping (the jeans),and while she was coming out, she noticed navin and his girlfriend getting into a taxi outside the mall. Angry and helpless, sheela had started for her home and walked for some time till the rains lashed down.
My apartment was the nearest for her to take shelter. “My marriage is over. I cannot trust him anymore. What did I not give him? What will I do now raj? My-my life is falling apart…” she buried her face in her hands and kept coughing and hiccuping.
I hugged her tightly, placing my comforting arms around her while I kept muttering words of care and support. My inner demon told me to take advantage of her in her weakest moment, but my conscience resisted and suppressed those dangerous ideas.
I told her about life’s many trials and struggles, how infidelity and betrayal often occurred in a marriage… Discussed the way ahead and other things, while she kept her head buried inside my chest. I wiped away her tears and consoled her as much as I could.
I told her to remain strong and start living life on her own terms. Nothing was over for her yet, I said, trying to put an end to her fears. She finally gave me a weak smile and without warning, leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine.
My head went into a tizzy… What was sheela doing? Was she wanting adultery too, as a revenge against her cheating husband? I looked at her face. Her eyes were kept closed; her ripe and bee-stung pout was invitingly beckoning me, she was clearly expecting a full kiss on her mouth.
I kissed her lips softly at first… Oh how pleasant they felt! I soon picked up speed, feeling and caressing her lips with my own as our breathing quickened. We both were getting turned on and wanted to go with the flow, losing ourselves in the heat of the moment. I tugged and sucked her sensual mouth like a thirsty animal, drowning and covering her lips with mine. The flavor and aroma of her lipstick were enticing me further. Another rumble of thunder outside.
“Stick out your tongue…” I murmured.
Keeping her eyes still closed, as if in a trance, sheela flicked out her tongue. I took it inside my mouth, rolling and frolicking it along my own tongue and this erotic tongue-play upped my excitement factor to its highest level. Our playful tongues danced along and breathed fire into each others’ mouths before I plugged out my wet tongue with a last lick and kiss on her steamy lips.
I made her stand up and started stroking her cheeks and neck. She was responding in tandem, moaning softly, while kissing and playing along. I wanted to see her entire body now, as thunder and rain also played their own games outside.
I removed her sari and pulled it out of her petticoat. Breathing heavily, I set my hungry gaze upon her. Sheela, without any hint of shyness, displayed her assets in front of my lecherous eyes, perhaps enjoying my amazement and satisfaction at such a grand visual treat.
Her large breasts hung heavily upon her cleavage, wanting to break free from the shackles of her blouse. My eyes traveled further down. The throbbing penis hardened further as I noticed her deliciously shaped deep navel, sitting pretty in the middle of a perfectly toned tummy. The petticoat barely hid her gorgeous butt cheeks, waiting to be sucked, twiddled and squeezed.
I opened her blouse and threw it away. Her black brassiere wasn’t enough to hold her huge melons, which were almost spilling out of their bondage. Sheela unbuttoned my shirt while I was busy unclasping her bra from the back.Her cleavage was soon unclothed.
Crouching down, I untied her petticoat strings. As the garment fell away, sheela was left stranded in her thin panties.I ran a finger along her sex, causing her to moan loudly, and found the panty region wet at that spot. Was it from the foreplay or the rain? I didn’t know.
I laid her down on the bed. She was biting her lower lip, driving me more and more crazy.
I bent down on her, feeling my naked torso with her own nude self. I kissed and ate her lips again, sucking a bit of her tongue too. Coming down to her breasts, I wanted to give her utmost satisfaction and thrill. I encircled my finger around her sensitive nipples, before tasting those juicy teats with my mouth. She cried and whimpered, pulling and tugging my hair, as I kissed, licked, suckled and tongued her luscious breasts to my heart’s content.
Sheela was on the verge of her ecstasy and was groaning loudly. I placed my tongue in between her two mounds and kissed downward, all over her sexy midriff, stopping at the base of her bellybutton. That fleshy round navel hole aroused me so much that I almost cummed hard.
I placed soft kisses around her navel region, before slipping out my tongue and dipping it inside its depths. “Ohhhhh… Ummhh …Ahhh … Please don’t stop… Ahhmm…”
Sheela was shrieking and trembling in sexual excitement and was clutching the bed sheet, as I fingered and nuzzled her beautiful navel, leaving it raw, wet and pulsating. A drop of glistening saliva landed from my tongue upon her open navel as I was panting hard. So was she. My fetish for navels kept me licking her tummy button over and over again.
I kissed all along her panty line, while my free hand reached upward and started torturing and cajoling one of her breasts. Sheela was reaching her orgasm soon, I understood, as I slipped off her scanty underwear. I smelled her panties before bending down, my naughty mouth brushing against her clitoral lips between her two legs. She kept shouting, in agonizing pleasure, as my tongue pushed through her pubic hair and into her vibrating vagina. I slurped and licked her free flowing juices, fingering and tonguing her glistening sex before lapping up her honey and kissing her. Sheela got a taste of her own juices.
I caressed and fondled her lovely curves once again before she got up and removed my trousers. Slowly, in an erotic fashion, she pulled away my undergarments, as my erect rod shot up straight, tasting the free air.
I looked up to see navin’s wife, the woman of my dreams, gliding her famished and delicate tongue along my tightened penis. She took the entire length in her mouth, sucked the head, moistened it with her dripping saliva before suckling the hardened balls. I got up and kissed her lips again. Then I went to her backside.
I kissed all along her glorious back, the sweat and saliva shining on it now. My hands kept playing with her boobs in the front, drawing out more gasps and moans from her. I brought my face to her plump buttocks, sucking and molesting them, before sliding my tongue into her anal hole. She wailed, as if petrified, while I was preparing myself to shove my organ into her.
I injected my erect penis into her sex and started plugging in and out of her in a rhythmic motion. The ferocity increased as I ravaged her sex with my deep penetration, her enormous breasts juggling and heaving, with her intense cries rising above my heavy breathing as both of us encountered electrifying levels of immense pain and pleasure at the same time. At long last, we collapsed… Our naked bodies exhausted and completely spent.
It was raining lighter now, although it was still dark outside. Sheela had fallen asleep, a deeply content and relaxed sleep. My mind was racing. What an erotic afternoon it was! Who would have expected that?!
I glanced over at sheela’s sultry and unabashed nudity. How harmoniously our bodies had blended and articulated with each other. My fingers were itching to touch her lips again, feel the tightness of her pointy nipples, taste her tempting navel and then finger her throbbing vagina. I was not able to resist myself. I was unsure of what the future lay ahead of us… What the nature of the relationship between her and me would be, from now on .
My mind was only filled with wild memories of an afternoon well spent. Grinning broadly, I went on top of her again.I was happy. I had my unfulfilled desires involving sheela, now satiated. And I had also got my first erotic story! That wasted morning seemed so distant now.
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