The Madras Affair

by Sundari Venkatraman

  He went close to her and inhaled the perfume that she was wearing. He bent down to straighten her and was startled to see her negligee. His plan had begun to work! Sangita was ready to make love to him.

  “Gautam?” asked Sangita in her sleep, her arms going around his neck.

  “Yes, love, it's me. Go to sleep now,” said Gautam as he bent down to kiss her cheek.

  “I love you, Gautam,” said Sangita in a sleep-slurred voice. Gautam froze, his arms tightening around her. Her steady, gentle breathing made him realise that she was talking in her sleep.

  “I love you too, my darling,” he said, burying his face in her neck. He didn't have the heart to give in to the urge to wake her up and make her repeat the words. He tried removing her arms from around his neck but she held on to him tightly.

  He couldn't move his head very far but his hands were free to roam around at will over her desirable body to which clung the negligee.

  Gautam ran his hands over her slim thighs that had tormented him since the evening before at the swimming pool. Sangita moved restlessly under his touch. Her arms fell away from his neck as she lifted her body in sleep to bring it close to his.

  He raised his head to look at his wife. Her full breasts rose and fell gently along with each breath she took. Gautam stared, fascinated, as he cupped her left breast. It filled his palm as her nipple nudged his hand. His body shook in response.

  He gently circled the peak with his thumb staring at her right breast which responded by perking up. He bent his head to take the nipple into his mouth through the soft fabric. Sangita moaned in her sleep.

  He sucked gently on one breast while he caressed the other with his right hand. Sangita's limbs thrashed about restlessly. Gautam desperately wanted to tear her nightgown off and make wild love to her.

  He lifted his head to look at Sangita once again. He removed his hand away from her with great reluctance. A deep sigh shuddered through his aroused body. He pulled the sheet over her and went to take yet another cold shower.

  The next morning, Sangita was like a bear with a sore head. She had had this erotic dream or that was what she thought it was. Her husband had fondled her breasts and then stopped midway. She thought that it was symbolic and confirmed his waning interest in her.

  Shobita Banerjee was a thirty-five-year-old single woman who didn't believe in the institution of marriage. She was quite attractive although not conventionally beautiful. She was tall, dressed casually in dark blue jeans and a bright yellow T-shirt. She had a tinkling laugh that broke forth too often for Sangita's liking.

  The dinner was a torture for the young bride. Gautam tried his best to draw his wife into the conversation but her anger kept her sticking to monosyllables. Thatha and Patti contributed to the generalities but it was mainly Gautam and Shobita doing most of the talking.

  The three of them sat on the verandah after Vimala and Ganapathi had gone to bed. At 10 pm, Shobita got up to say, “Gautam, can you please leave me near an auto-rickshaw stand? It's been wonderful catching up on old times.” There was a sensuous tone in her voice as she gave Gautam an intimate smile, or so it appeared to Sangita.

  “There won't be any need for that, Shobita,” smiled Gautam. “I'll drop you at your hotel.”

  “That's so sweet of you, Gautam,” sighed Shobita, her pleasure obvious. Actually, she was surprised to find Gautam paying her so much attention, something he had never done when they worked together. Marriage had obviously mellowed the man, thought Shobita.

  “Bye, Sangita, it was nice meeting you,” smiled Shobita.

  Sangita gave her a small smile saying, “Nice meeting you too.” The words stuck in her throat much to her husband's amusement. He'd been watching her like a hawk through the evening.

  He kick-started his motorbike and turned it towards the gate. “Come along, Shobita.”

  “How wonderful!” she gushed. “I've never ridden a motorbike before.” She sat behind him, her hands clutching his shoulders.

  As the bike moved forward, she gave a small shout of alarm and held on to his waist, her body pressed close to his back.

  Sangita saw red. The temper that had been simmering under the surface rose higher and higher.

  That night Gautam didn't make the mistake of coming home late. He didn't want his wife to be asleep when he returned. He knew that she was spoiling for a fight as her brown gaze had challenged his blue one many a time during the course of the evening. He hoped to tap all that passion tonight.

  She was pacing the floor of their bedroom agitatedly, her hands behind her back. Gautam observed a trifle regretfully that she was back to wearing a cotton nightie. He braced himself for the battle as he entered the bedroom while checking that the connecting door to Sandeep's bedroom was locked. He didn't want their son to wake up in the middle of what promised to be a full-scale war.

  Sangita came and stood in front of him in the middle of the room, her chest heaving with the tight lid she had placed on her temper. Gautam stood there, watching her with great interest, much to her chagrin.

  She wanted to scream; to rant and rave; to tear at his hair. She was shocked at her own reaction. It had never mattered to her when Giridhar had kept Rosy. Just watching Shobita put her arms around Gautam made her want to pluck the other woman's eyes out.

  “Are you through?” she asked him mildly, her voice hoarse.

  “Through with what?” asked her husband, his stance quite cool despite the boiling need filling his body to possess the flaming woman in front of him.

  “Insulting me, of course,” drawled Sangita, trying to be coolly sarcastic. Only her voice embarrassed her by almost breaking. She took a deep breath, trying hard to bring some semblance of control to the rage running through her. “Why did you marry me?” she snarled.

  “Because I love you,” said Gautam, with sincerity. “Desperately,” he threw in for good measure.

  Tears appeared in Sangita's eyes. “Then why were you flirting with that...that woman?” she asked harshly.

  Gautam looked down at his angry wife. She looked fabulous, her face burning with colour, framed by her dark hair. “Is that what I was doing?” he asked mildly.

  Sangita's temper flared out of control on hearing his question. “You fraud! You rogue!” Her voice rose with each accusation. “You spend the night out with her till two in the morning. Today she clings to you like a limpet while riding pillion on your bike and you ask me whether you were flirting with her? If that's not flirting, then what is?” she snarled, her fists clenched tightly.

  “Sangita, listen...”

  “No, I won't. How dare you bring your girlfriend to meet me? How dare you?” she pummelled him hard against his chest, her anger finally breaking its limits.

  Gautam was still for a few moments, allowing her to get the anger out of her system before catching her fists, completely enclosing them.

  “Listen, my darling.” She looked up at him, her cheeks wet with angry tears. “You've broken rule no. 1,” he charged softly.

  “I don't care,” she said. “You don't love me anymore. Why should I follow your stupid rules?” she accused.

  Gautam shifted both her fists to his left hand and gently wiped her wet face. “But you love me,” he said softly, his eyes glowing.

  Shock was written on Sangita's face as she watched him warily. How did he know? She had dreamt the previous night that she had told him so. It had been a dream, or hadn't it?

  She looked at him searchingly. “Who said so? It's not true.”

  “Liar!” It was his turn to point a finger. “You told me so last night.”

  “That was before. I don't love you anymore. You go to your girlfriend,” she said heatedly.

  “But, Sangita, Shobita's not my girlfriend,” said Gautam.

  “No?” Her voice rose again as she tried to extract her hands from his. His right arm had curled around her waist, pulling her inexorably closer to his body. “Then why did you come home so late last night?” Sangita couldn'
t keep the hurt from her voice.

  “I'm so sorry, my love. I had been with some friends...”

  “Don't lie to me. You went out with Shobita,” she interrupted, her eyes burning with rage.

  “I don't lie, Sangita.” Gautam looked into her eyes intensely. “She went to her hotel at the same time as today. Some of us guys went to the beach for a while after that,” he explained.

  “But she clung to you like a leech today. Wouldn't you call that flirting?” she asked him furiously.

  “No,” said Gautam.

  “No? What do you mean?” Sangita's frown deepened.

  “Just that, my love. I never flirted with her. Clinging to me was her idea.”

  “But you must've felt something,” she said, desperately hoping that he would deny it.

  “Yeah,” drawled Gautam, his blue eyes studying her face keenly, “maybe what I would feel if a stone pillar or a tree trunk clung to me.”

  Sangita looked into his eyes, wanting to believe him.

  “Believe me, sweetheart.” Gautam released her fists to put his arm around her. “From the moment I met you, all other women have ceased to exist,” he whispered in her ear. “I love you and only you,” he declared passionately.

  Sangita glared at him, her hands pressed against his chest, refusing to allow him any closer. “Is that why you wouldn't hug or kiss me properly?” she asked, hurt the predominant expression on her beautiful face.

  “Sangita!” he sighed. “There's only so much a man can take. Holding you in my arms is heaven. But my body wants more than that...”

  “You stopped touching me intimately.” She had to say it once for all. “The other day when I was upset about your father paying money for me, you touched my...my...” she stopped, too shy to continue.

  “Your beautiful breasts,” Gautam helped complete the sentence.

  Sangita was beyond feeling shy now. “Yeah. But you never touched me thereafter.” Her lips drooped sadly. “I suppose you don't like my figure...”

  “You suppose wrong, my darling. I adore your figure.” Gautam cupped her breasts to prove it to her. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts responded immediately. Sangita's eyes closed under the onslaught of sensations. His touch woke up nerve ends that she had never known existed. He fondled her gently, bending down to nip her ear lobe. “You're just perfect, sweetheart.”

  “Then why...?” Sangita stopped as Gautam's left hand moved away from her body. She felt bereft. He lifted her right hand and placed it against his masculine hardness. He had expected Sangita to move her hand away. But, to his surprise, she rubbed her hand gently over him. Gautam groaned loudly.

  “Are you aware of what you're doin' to me?” he asked, his voice slurred.

  Sangita shook her head, her eyes slumberous with passion. “You tell me.” Her hand refused to let go of him.

  “You keep that up, sweetie, and I'm gonna make a fool of myself,” he growled.

  Sangita stopped immediately, not knowing what she was doing wrong. “Will you please teach me?” she asked her husband sweetly. “I don't know anything about making love,” she confessed shyly.

  “I'm delighted to be your teacher,” he declared fiercely, before lifting her into his arms and walking to the bed.

  “Gautam,” Sangita clung to his broad shoulders, revelling in his strength. Maybe today her erotic dream would come true and end differently, she thought.

  “What erotic dream?” asked her husband as he placed her gently on the bed. Sangita blushed as she guessed she had spoken aloud. She couldn't meet the blazing blue eyes.

  “Nothing.”

  “Sangita!” She looked at him. “You had a dream that we were making love?” Gautam asked.

  She nodded shyly. “Last night,” came out in a whisper.

  He ran his hands through her hair in a loving caress. “That was no dream,” he said.

  “Gautam!” Sangita's voice was shocked, her eyes wide.“

  Yeah, my lovely wife. I couldn't resist you in that negligee. You're too gorgeous.” His hands moved to her face, tracing each feature lovingly as he felt the heat of her blush.

  Sangita protested when he got up.

  “Just a second, love,” he set to remove his shirt in a great hurry. Sangita watched, first with shyness and then with fascination. He kept his briefs on before moving to her.

  “May I?” he asked as he lifted Sangita once again. She didn't stop him as he removed her nightie over her head in one sweep and dropped it on the floor.

  Sangita stood in front of him, clad in bikini briefs, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. She shivered as she felt an odd sense of déjà vu.

  Gautam lovingly prised her arms away from her body and held them at her sides, drinking in her beauty avariciously. She straightened her shoulders to give herself courage, thrusting her breasts forward unconsciously. Gautam took the tip of one breast between the thumb and forefinger of his hand and pinched it gently.

  Sangita's whimpered in delight. She so wanted to touch her husband. Gautam pressed his lips to the pulse beating wildly at her throat. Her free left hand buried itself in his golden-brown locks, pressing him closer.

  “Sangita!” His lips found hers as he hauled her against his body, his bare chest pressed against her naked body.

  Multiple sensations turned her breathless when her husband's tongue foraged her willing lips. He drank thirstily from her before trailing wet kisses on her shoulder. He nipped her skin gently before raising his head to look at his wife.

  “You okay, beautiful?” he asked considerately, not wanting to overwhelm her on their first night together.

  Sangita nodded her head before saying, “I missed your kisses.”

  “I was so hoping you would,” confessed Gautam before bending down to kiss her once again.

  He pushed her down on the bed gently, without breaking the kiss and stretched himself on top of her. He wanted to savour her. His hands glided over her smooth skin and his lips caressed her body from head to toe, relentless in their giving of pleasure. She felt driven over the edge as he cherished her breasts and caressed her legs; he plundered her lips and adored her body.

  Sangita's form trembled with an emotional outburst she couldn't identify as she saw her husband kneeling at her feet.

  “Gautam, what are you doing so far away?” she grumbled, opening her arms invitingly.

  “In a minute,” he said as he rubbed his large hands on her tiny feet.

  “Gautam,” giggled Sangita as she kicked, “I'm ticklish.”

  “Are you?” he grinned before bending down to bite the soft pad of her big toe.

  The giggles got stuck in Sangita's throat as she felt him gently suck her toe.

  “Gautam,” she moaned, her hands clutching fistfuls of the bedspread. She wanted to hold him tight. “What are you doing...?” her hoarse voice faded away.

  “Loving every inch of you,” he said.

  He worked his way slowly around her instep, her ankle and then her calf. Sangita was exploding with passion by the time he reached her knees.

  She'd never in her wildest dreams imagined that the backs of her knees had so many nerves in them. Sangita moaned as she felt his hand caressing her thighs. Oh! It felt so wonderful.

  Gautam's hands burnt in desire against her skin that seemed ignited.

  He paused and looked at her for permission to go further up. Sangita opened her eyes, wondering what had stopped him. When she saw his face, she gave a small nod.

  He pulled off the remnant of clothing that was covering her deepest desires and threw it along with the rest of their clothes.

  Sangita whimpered as his hand cupped her femininity gently. She jumped off the bed and threw herself against him, her craving at its peak. Gautam held her close with his left arm as his right rubbed gently at her womanhood.

  He kissed her, suckled her breast rhythmically as his finger dipped into her innermost pit of desires. She was hot and wet after all his ministrations. The whole sensa
tion was new to Sangita as his lips tugged at the tip of her breast in synchrony with the finger dipping into her femininity and walked her to the climax. Her head fell back on his shoulder as she gave in to the wild sensations that her body had never experienced before.

  Sangita exploded in his arms as she felt the first orgasm of her life gushing through her body. “Gautam!” Her nails dug into his muscular shoulders as she bit into his neck. “I love you,” she said, her voice fervent.

  “Say that again,” he said as he pulled her spent body on to his lap.

  “I love you,” she kissed his forehead; “I love you,” his cheeks; “I love you.” Gautam took her lips in a long, deep kiss.

  She looked at him with a wide smile as he lifted his head. “I didn't know that making love could be so fantastic,” she told him in a whisper.

  “And we've just touched the tip of the iceberg,” he said smugly.

  “Gautam,” she said shyly, pressing her blushing face against his hard shoulder. “You haven't had any fun.”

  “Says who? 'Twas too much fun loving you. You're so beautiful, my dear wife. Your eyes remind me of molten chocolate, your skin is like the smoothest of silks,” Gautam paused to kiss her as Sangita glowed under his sincere praise. “Your lips taste like the finest of wines and kissing you intoxicates me. Your body is just perfectly shaped and fits mine so well. We are simply made for each other.” He pulled her close to his own as if to prove his words. “Oh, Gautam,” said Sangita, running her hands over his chest, finding great enjoyment in feeling the tight curls of golden-brown hair against her soft palms.

  He held her hands firmly, stopping her. Sangita frowned up at him in protest.

  He grinned as he shook his head at her. “Not now, later. I'm not finished with you yet,” he said as Sangita's brown eyes widened in disbelief.

  And he started the whole ritual again, this time starting from the top and moving down as he used only his lips. Sangita's head moved from one side to another, partly in protest and partly in delight as he pinned her down on the bed with his hands while his lips went on a rampage over her slender body. He paused to take a nip here and bite there, driving her wild. Her body jerked with the need to hold him but he refused to free her hands.