We had started on our honeymoon the very next day after our marriage and today was our last day at this hilly resort. I didn't get a chance to meet her one to one and say good bye properly she must be feeling that I have completely ditched her. It had weighed upon my mind whole the time.
I was very apprehensive when we took the train from Chandigarh to Simla, a hill station. Will I be able to sleep with a man?' I was afraid of pain. It may be painful the first time I had heard from my elder cousins. I don't know whether they were trying to prepare me or frighten me.
Vicky, Vikram Rawat, my husband, turned out to be very caring, gentle and loving. All my worries and qualms were put to rest
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Yes, it was painful the first time but in a day or two everything became to normal. We enjoyed our daily outings and the consuming nightly sessions very much. I never knew that I will be able to enjoy it the whole fortnight so much. I was falling in love with him.
I enjoy his foreplay, a lot more than the actual intercourse. His kisses and caresses instantly kindle a fire inside me and they burned me slowly arousing my lust, stirring everything inside me.
The touch of his lips makes my pulse race, my mind gets boggled and my face and chest gets flushed. My breasts and nipples get extremely engorged. So much so that sometimes they hurt. His hands on my engorged breasts give me goose bumps. My pussy gets so flooded with my secretions that the juices dribble down to wet my thighs and soil my panties. He likes that very much and takes time to feel and caress my pussy when it is all soggy.
Our intimacy and understanding was growing. We were getting used to each other's habits, likes and dislikes making small amends and small compromises. Everything had turned out a lot better than I had imagined. I was glad that I was not a homo but a bi. I was made to enjoy the best of both worlds. Nobody will ever see the 'other side' of me, 'my alter ego'.
But that Euphoria didn't last long.
Every secluded moment I longed for her company. I long for her hot soft lips on my pussy lips and a hungry tongue trying to penetrate deeper and deeper inside me. I wanted to nuzzle her clit, drink in her smell and lap up her savory juices.
All his love and caring and our sexual escapades could do nothing to lessen my yearning for her.
I long to play with her firm soft boobs to fondle and tweak the nipples and squeeze the breasts. I want to caress her soft lustrous skin and lick her feminine delicate body from head to toe. I crave to inhale the aroma of another woman's sex.
Every night after our emotionally and physically exhausting couplings, I can't go to sleep immediately like him, I watch him sleeping next to me snoring lightly and feel relaxed and satisfied myself, but then my thoughts go back to the past. I feel that I have betrayed her by marrying Vicky. Though I couldn't have done anything to put the things right. It was not in my hands but still those thoughts devastate me.
When will I be able to go back to her? I will have to find a solid excuse. I keep asking myself.
During the last couple of days I felt the charm of the honeymoon wearing down. And I was thinking more and more about her. But last night I crossed all the limits. Lying down under him, moving my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, my thoughts went back to her.
"How will it feel if it were not his penis but her tongue?"
Now also, the moment Vicky left to book out tickets and to buy a few things I started thinking about her. I dug deep into my suitcase and found what I was looking for, red silky panties. They are just like the ones I have but they were hers. I had bought two identical panties one for her and one for myself. We had exchanged them the last time we met at her house. They had a big blot in the middle of the crotch area.
Now I brought the panties close to my nose and inhaled deeply. Her scent was still there after so many days though it was not that strong now. I inhaled again and again and hid the panties back among my lingerie. I knew that she also must be doing the same with my panties. I was wet. I wanted to pick up my cell phone and start a video call with her. But I knew it was useless. Vicky will be back soon and I will have to cut the call. It will frustrate me but it will frustrate her more than me.
I wanted to tell her how much I missed her. That I remembered her everyday and that every day I take out her panties and inhale her luscious and mindboggling scent. That just rubbing them on my thighs and breasts and cheeks gave me immense pleasure. That would have gone a long way to put her fears and apprehensions at rest.
I have explained it to her one day that I am not going forever I will be back, live in the same city and that nobody could stop me visiting her. There was no way anybody could suspect anything. But it had not put her apprehensions to rest. I have a foreboding feeling she told me. I could do nothing to put her mind to rest.
I could understand her feelings and her insecurity.
She is daughter of my father's elder brother and five years older than me. She had married against the wishes of the family and now nobody was talking to her, except my family i.e. me and my parents. Her husband had left her even before Ashima, their daughter had born. She had spent most of her youthful years living as a single mother. She was afraid to start any kind of relationship, fearing some new scandal and also fearing that it may lead to heartbreak again or that somebody my take undue advantage of her circumstances. Moreover she had a daughter to look after.
There was a lot versions of what had happened in the past but I was not interested in her past history. I only knew that I liked her and was mad over her sleek, voluptuous body. I was looking for a partner from the very day I left hostel and my relationship with my roommate came to an abrupt end.
I couldn't think of any opening. She kept herself all wrapped up in old fashioned saris and suits. I didn't want to do something foolish lest I lose the privilege of her company altogether. In the end it was my foolishness only which brought us together.
Then one day I went to her place entered using my own keys. I had the keys to the outer door as I sometime used to baby sit Ashima. She was not expecting me. But I liked to visit her in the mornings, when she was usually in her house dress I entered and closed the door behind me. I knew Ashima would have left for school. But here was complete silence. I looked around peaked into her bedroom then looked in the kitchen. Bu there was nobody there. The cooker was on the stove and warm. So she had cooked the meals recently. I was a little nonplussed had she left for her job earlier than usual.
Then I heard a sound, a sob. It had come from the bedroom side. I again entered the bedroom. There was only one place left. The door of the bathroom adjoining the bedroom was closed. I was worried for her. Instead of calling out to her I went and quickly flung open the bathroom door. My heart missed a beat and so must have hers. I was dumb struck by the scenario and she was visibly in shock.
She was lying on the pinky flowery tiles of her bathroom floor, naked, busy pleasuring herself. It was not exactly masturbating. Masturbating was what I taught her afterwards. She saw me standing inside the door looking at her and her eyes became wide and her jaw dropped.
Her one hand was on her breast kneading it. The other was her caressing the inside of her own thigh. She was paralyzed. Words failed her. She tried to hide her nakedness with her hands. I too was paralyzed for a few moments gawking at her beautiful sleek body, looking fresh, virgin and untouched.
I hadn't expected such a windfall.
That was what I had been longing for, for a long time. Maybe that was actually the reason behind my brash behavior. The idea may have been lurking somewhere deep in my subconscious.
I was the first to recover. I immediately went down on my knees and put my hand high up on her thigh.
