I asked her, ‘Padma, what if your husband see us like this now?’
‘So what, if he see us now? he may think I am being consoled by you. I do not care even if he see us fucking. Actually he should watch me getting fucked by you. He should feel happy, finally his wife is getting fucked properly and thoroughly by a stud. He will thank you. He knows that I have been faithful to him all these years. It is you who made me like this-a slut, whore, tramp and what not.’
I said ‘ what if he objects?”
If he objects, I do not care. Will you take me as your mistress. I do not care what people say, she replied.
Someone knocked the door and I opened. It was Padma’s husband. He looked at Padma, and said, Let us go down, you will see your son. We went down stairs to see her son’s body lying in the vehicle in front of the hostel gate. She was allowed to see only her son’s face briefly because the body turned black due to poisonous effect. She burst into tears. Her husband requested me to take care of her.
I took hold of her placing my hands on her shoulders protectively and brought her back to the room. Padma’s husband followed us to the room and told her to travel by train, requested me accompany her to their hometown for which I agreed. He said, Please take care of her. He took Mohan’s body by taxi, to their village. Our friends went to railway station to arrange train tickets for Padma and me.
Padma and I were again in the room. We were on the bed lying down, her head on my chest and my hands around her cuddling possessively. One of her legs was in between my legs interlocked. It was a caring, loving and protective cuddle to communicate reassurance of my love.
She was silent and after some time, said, Shiva, Do you really love me?
I hugged her tightly, and said, ‘Padma, you are mine now.’
She smiled, ‘I am yours and only yours. Surprisingly I do not feel that I am cheating my husband because I feel that I am your wife. I belong to you. It is like I have been waiting for you all these years, and now you found me, living with someone else temporarily. I should look beautiful to my man and want to take bath and shampoo my long hair which you love.’
I said, ‘I would help you. Your husband left you with me and asked me to take care of you’
She said smilingly, ‘my husband did not ask you to fuck me. Taking care does not include fucking, eating my cunt and bathing. You want to help me bathing. You are certainly a caring and romantic lover.’
She sat on a stool nude in the bathroom, her long hair touching the floor. I took her hair in my hands, poured warm water on her head and rinsed thoroughly twice. Poured shampoo lathered up her long hair from roots to ends in straight stroking motions running my fingers through her hair with care and love. I rinsed her hair twice thoroughly with normal water and opened the shower. I arranged her wet hair into a bun.
I applied soap on her body. Standing at the back and holding her huge hanging heavy breasts, slowly massaged her breasts from the bottom and with my fingers stroked her nipples. Her nipples became hard and engorged.
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