The Binding String

T H I R T Y - S E V E N

The breathless couple broke the kiss to get some air, Raman pushed her on the couch again, to taste her skin more. She is his addiction, she is his love. The overwhelming thought of falling in love with his wife made him escastic and he started to plant wet kisses on her slender neck while teasing her engroged nipples above her tee shirt. Ishita moaned with delight blinded with lust, slid her fingers under his night shirt, making patterns on his back.

"I have decided to take things slow but with you it....it becomes so hard Ishita." She smiled with closed eyes feeling his soft murmurs against her skin.

"You make me feel wonderful Raman." Ishita replied with horase throat looking into his eyes. She hoped if he mean what he said, she hoped if he is not making this decision in haste, she hoped if it not ended like last time when they acted like sex starved bodies.

And when she looked into his eyes, she found sincerity in it. The uncertainties and doubts might be in her mind but the same wasn't with him.

She exhaled a long breath and straddled his lap, her hazel eyes turned down, hinted him her willingness. Raman lowered her top more and started to ravish her exposed shoulder with wet kisses, still cupping her breasts above her tee shirt.

"Are you sure?" He asked further making her nod her head in yes. All the promises they made to themselves threw out from window, same like someone throw fly from the tea, blinded infront of the physical need which consumed their bodies. Ishita wrapped her legs around his torso and he lifted her in his arms and he led their bodies in the adjacent room, keep kissing each other. Her clothes threw on the floor, leaving her in naked glory with the gossamer covering her womanhood. Her bosoms were uncovered from any layer, a feast for his hungry eyes. He crawled towards her after abandoning his night shirt, wrapped his arms around her petite waist, her body was shivering and shaking still the confidence was oozing from her eyes. She was glowing in the dimmed lights of night lamp, her open hairs and parted lips made her look a goddess of desires carrying innocence in her eyes. He equally stood on his knees taking her with his. His eyes never left her as he cupped her breasts softly yet painfully causing her moan. He rubbed the skin below her breasts sensually first and roughly later, his teeth sunk into her earlobe, equally assaulting her like his thumbs, making her gasp and moan again and again.

"Aah"

She moaned aloud when he tweaked her erect nipples and soothed them with his tongue. Her body shook with his sweet tortures and cries of pleasure continued to escape from her throat as he continued to assault her nipples. He keep ravishing her breasts, pleasuring her body. He knew she was aroused and he wishes to keep her more aroused, giving all her love they missed in all these years. The scent of her arousal got mixed with air and filled inside his nostrils. He expertly slid her gossamer down lowering his lips down, to ravish her waist with kisses. As he was kissing down her waist he caressed the huge ceaseran mark which he never saw before. He kissed on it for longer time and hugged her knowing well her legs gave up. Their entangled bodies fell above the bed causing her to fall on her husband, she planted feverish kisses on his face and throat until he flipped their bodies causing her to lie beneath him. He discarded his boxers, painfully hard and aroused for his wife, her eyes begged for more, her soft hands touched his manhood timidly and played with it. They kissed each other as he teased her glistened famine curls with his fingers and at last entered into her, making their hearts jumped a beat.

There was just mutual consent for what transpired between them after that. They rocked their bodies violently, kissed and nipped each other skins. Indeed they forgot the promises they made to themselves but they were glad to give each other a moment their relationship needed.

A moment of assurance and togetherness for each other.

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A DAY LATER
DELHI UNIVERSITY

Like a day before yesterday, they made love yesterday night as well, more wild than before. He went to visit new factory site which was out of city and when he returned back from there it was midnight. They had nothing to talk about but when he approached her for kiss they ended up having a round of sex in living room and another round in spare bedroom and now Ishita was standing inside staff washroom trying to hide the marks her husband gave her. She woke up late today and in process of winding up household chores she completely overlooked the marks on her neck and juncture of neck and shoulder.

Apart from Ishita, another woman was also there who was trying to meet her from so many days but always missed the chance. She was looking at Ishita through corner of her eyes waiting for perfect chance to initiate the conversation with her, to tell her about her husband misdeeds when another lady entered inside washroom making her stomp her feet on granite floor.

"You bought what I asked?" Ishita curiously looked at her best friend cum colleague Vibha who passed her concealer and started to laugh seeing Ishita who looked scared like kitten.

"Why're you laughing on me?" Ishita asked to her friend carrying frown on her face, still applying concealer on her neck.

"Until I just heard that make up sex are amazing, now you proved it Ishita." Ishita shifted her body weight uncomfortably from one leg to another don't know what to say. She downcasted her eyes shyly and looked at her neck which was looking presentable. She came to know that she was supposed to attend a conference today and hence she rushed inside washroom to make herself presentable. She soon exited the washroom along her friend Vibha, leaving the fuming stranger behind.

"Bloody hell. Yeh Raman apne aap ko samjhta kya hai. Meri zindagi barbad karke apni zindagi aabad karne mein laga hai. Main isko kabhi khush nahi rehne doongi. Kabhi nahi. Yeh mera nahi hua toh Ishita ka kaise ho paayega?" (Bloody hell. What does this Raman think of himself? First he spoiled my life and now he is trying to make his marriage work? I won't let him stay in peace ever. Not until I'm here. If he can't be mine than how would I let  him of someone's else?)

Her eyes showed hatred for the lady and the possessivness for Raman. A drop of tear trickled down later which she wiped swiftly and moved out from washroom with determination to drop first bomb in Raman's happy life.

Later that night Ishita was eagerly waiting for her husband to return back when her phone buzzed with a message from unknown number;

Don't wait for one who is never yours. He was with you because I was not with him. From now he is not going to be with you.

You're going to be empty and alone like always.

Leave him and start your life with someone else.

-Ms. S