The Starving Housewife – 8

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Sabitri playfully replied “so somewhere in your mind you still did”? Deepak said “I only wanted to kiss you good night because I have not been able to take my mind off you since the time I first saw you”.

Sabitri tauntingly said “you know well that kissing a married woman is a very wrong thing to do right”? He replied “yes I very well know that. But you are different Sabitri”.

She again tauntingly asked “may I know what is different about me as compared to other married women”? He quickly replied “well unlike others, you have a husband who does not care about you and is never with you, like right now for example when you need him the most”.

Deepak had hit the nail squarely on the head this time. This struck a deep chord with Sabitri because this was the very reason behind her being so sexually frustrated and desperate to do anything to pacify her urges.

This was the exact reason why she had started enjoying her naughty adventures with Haria and Birju. They being workers much below her own socio economic status did not matter to her.

At least they gave her time and also the little pleasures she craved for. This was the exact same reason why she felt attracted towards Deepak despite knowing she was venturing in the wrong direction…

A journey she herself was unsure off… Sabitri could not find words despite trying hard to counter Deepak’s statement. Tears naturally swelled up in her eyes despite her best efforts to hold them back.

She wiped them with her saree pallu and only managed to nod in the affirmative. She got up to leave before this situation got any more uncomfortable for her.

Deepak held her hand pulling her back to where she was sitting beside him. He said “do you have any pain reliving balm which I could use to help me with this pain”?

This jolted her out of her depressing thoughts and brought her to the present. She quickly said “yes.. yes Mr. Deepak… give me a minute. I will bring something”.

She quickly left to her room to fetch it. She came back with the pain relief balm handing it over to Deepak and left as quickly as she came. She was not mentally prepared for any more confrontations with him that would stir up her suppressed frustration.

She got back to the kitchen and resumed her unfinished work. In the back of her mind it struck her that Deepak had a hard fall. So it was obviously going to be difficult for him to apply the pain balm by himself.

She silently tip toed back to his room to see how he was doing. She found him with his top bunched up around his chest while he lay sideways struggling to apply the pain relief balm.

She felt guilty to have put him thru this so she instinctively sprang into the room and grabbed the bottle from his hand. She sat next to him and took the bottle of balm from his hand.

She genuinely said “I am sorry for putting you thru this. I should have realized that you are already in pain so I should have simply helped you”. Deepak did not say anything but simply rolled over with his back facing her.

Sabitri applied the balm with genuine concern but was not able to apply the required pressure because of his position. She said “Mr. Deepak please lay on your chest so I can apply this more effectively”.

Deepak rolled over completely giving her the chance to do it her way. Now she was sitting sideways next to him and found herself unable to do it right.

She recollected the times when she applied this balm to Kamal but that was because Kamal was her husband, here Deepak was not. This made her shudder at the thought of doing it.

Meanwhile Deepak said “this is greatly helping Sabitri. Can you please increase the pressure you are applying”? Now this meant only one thing, she had to do the inevitable.

Being the simple village woman that she was, she quickly thought that if she was the reason behind this situation then she might as well do whatever it takes to help him.

Without second thought she got on the bed after raising her saree to her knees and knelt straddling her legs on either sides of his butt. She began massaging the pain relief balm with full pressure on his back.

Deepak on the other hand was enjoying the feel of her thighs against his despite the clothes and the occasional touch of her massive butt cheeks touching his thighs.

She did her best to make him feel good while doing it genuinely. After the massage she asked “are you feeling better now”? Deepak relishing the feeling of her buttocks sitting on his own was lost in the feeling and did not hear what Sabitri asked.

She asked again also patting his back, this brought him out of his thoughts. He replied “yes this helped a lot Sabitri. Thank you”. She quickly got off his back and back on her feet expectantly looking for visible cues that he meant what he said.

Deepak pulled his top back down and rolled over on his back. He saw Sabitri still looking at him with questioning eyes, he said “I am definitely feeling a lot better now Sabitri. Thank You”.

Sabitri smiled and left to get the pain killer tablets. She came back with a glass of water and offered it to him. Deepak took the medicine but in the back of his mind, he still wanted to push his luck with this sexy housewife.

He handed the glass back to her and patted on the empty space on the bed signaling her to sit. Sabitri still was on high alert to not let her guard down.

She asked “it is quite late and past bedtime. So why don’t you get some sleep”? Deepak was prepared for this situation already, he said “Sabitri please let me thank you with my good night kiss and then you can leave”.

Sabitri shuddered hearing this, she said “no Mr. Deepak. It is very wrong. I should not be doing such things with you”. He said “take it easy Sabitri, there is no one here to see us”.

She quickly replied “but my son is there…”. Deepak was thrilled to hear her reply. Sabitri did not say no and was only worried about her son being in the house.

He said “don’t worry about Sushil. He is already fast asleep. I checked on him before I came to see you in the kitchen”. Sabitri knew she was running out of excuses but at the same time she remembered how good his kiss felt.

Out of sheer guilt she said “but this still feels so wrong Mr. Deepak because I am married”. Deepak knew he almost had her, just a little more manipulation and playing with words and he would surely be kissing her soon.

He tactfully said “I know how much you enjoyed when I kissed you after lunch Sabitri. So there is nothing wrong in doing what brings you happiness without worrying about right or wrong”.

Sabitri quickly said “but what will Kamal think if he comes to know”? Deepak said “why does Kamal even need to know Sabitri? I am not going to tell him anything about what happens between us and neither should you”.

She said “but this…”. Deepak cut her saying “Sabitri, you are so young, beautiful and sexy. You deserve much better in life. If I was in Kamal’s place then there is no way I would leave you alone, not a single night. I hope you understand what I mean”?

Sabitri knew she was cornered and honestly she wanted to desperately experience that kiss again. She said “you please wait Mr. Deepak, let me first check on Sushil to be sure” and got up to leave.

Deepak quickly replied “you can call me Deepak only Sabitri darling”. Sabitri stopped in her tracks and stared at him in disbelief. She couldn’t believe that he called her “Sabitri darling”.

Deepak looked at her smiling naughtily. Sabitri blushed at this and rushed out of his room. Deepak felt jubilant to be inching closer towards his ultimate goal of seducing this voluptuous sexy housewife.

Sabitri checked on Sushil and found him sleeping sound. She noiselessly closed his door and headed back. She could already feel the wetness growing rapidly between her legs.

Just the mention of THE KISS had got her so wet and that too so instantly. She again thought about the consequences of kissing Deepak. She felt what Deepak said made perfect sense after all.

If Kamal had been with her every night, then she would not have been in such a vulnerable and sex starved state. If Kamal’s work held higher priority than her, then she also had the right to find her own happiness.

To be continued….

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