The beginning...

What was it that he was trying to come to terms with? Was it so simple? Was it justified for him to let it go? Was it all even about him? These were a few doubts that pedro had in his mind. He loved his wife and so much but maybe showing was never enough. And now maybe it was too late to even try. Mrs Mohan‘s 50th birthday one surely could not miss and there they were, Pedro and Natasha, the couple who was finely and genuinely in love inspite the fact that it had already been 18 years of their marital bliss. Well of course they had their share of heated arguments where they went more than a multiple times loggerheads, but they were the love birds one could only imagine. Natasha‘s urge for a smoke on a windy cold December night compelled her to grab akshay’s shoulder and force him to take her to the roof where the pals could merrily share a smoke. Akshay being the commercial pilot that he was and a very good looking one was always at her beck and call, well not for the above mentioned reasons but because they were the chaddi buddy’s and he could never say no to Natasha. Well Natasha knew her smoke saviour. The cold was quite tempting and while both savoured their preciously kept godang garam (a flavoured cigg) the tap on Akshay’s shoulder made not only him get surprised but also natasha. And there was this fine gentleman, average height, fair with light grey eyes, partially bald but somehow this much hair kinda just suited his oval shaped face right. Hi I am Pankaj came the heavier than iron voice, though the name sounded a bit orthodox. What was it that made Natasha so interested in this Middle Aged man, who must be atleast 15 years older than her if not more. But something inside of her made her believe that they had met, and she knew him as he looked flawlessly familiar to her. After Akshay being the brat he is excused himself, Natasha and pankaj were left alone, well not alone alone literally but alone enough for the spark you initiate. after a few notes on the so called general discussion topics were exchanged, Pankaj introduced his beautiful wife to Natasha. well beautiful not in its most genuine self but because he introduced her like that to natasha, which obviously she found it to be a bit hilarious. Once the show off on the wife bit was over, the heat continued to simmer which Natasha and pankaj to very well fathom and understand. the next day being a Monday was the busiest for Natasha as her kids exams were on and 10 million things had to be sorted before they shifted to another country which was going to happen soon enough. The phone buzzed and she freaked as she thought it was her mom in law again requesting for them to come and have lunch with them, once bloody again, but to her surprise the msg was from an unknown no and guess who?? It was Pankaj, a little childlike thrill ran across her sexy body, she felt like a teenager again, what was going on? And only after a few minutes of trying to sober down could she read what was written in the msg. “Hey, greetings, wats up, Pankaj here, thought will thank you for the wonderful conversation we had and also give my love to my junior, cheers“. Now that wasn’t the most romantic message that Natasha had read in years but there was something that made her go weak on her knees and made her blush. Where in the world did he manage her no from? And obviously by the junior he meant Pedro as he was Pedro‘s senior back in school. If he wanted he could habe messaged Pedro directly why to her? And the river started to flow. She never thought the river of messages followed by phone calls would turn out to be such an ocean of happiness and intense pleasure. It was exciting yet intriguing. What was happening by the end of the second week of their meeting they both knew very well, yet it was this sweet pain that they wanted more. “While I listened to his intense and sexy voice I wanted to listen to him more, to make me moan with pleasure because I knew he only could”, some silly wicked thoughts that clouded Natasha‘a mind these days. She knew what she was getting into was more than a risk and more like a suicide but the current was simply too strong for the poor mortal to be able to hold on to the ground. The first time they met was in the car, yeah I know it sounds silly and more like the puppy love stuff but there was no choice, car looked like the most luxurious room to them as the space could make them meet. He owned a fabulous Audi that of course Natasha was quite impressed with. Sitting in the car, her heartbeat was louder than the music running in the car, and it was as if her heart would pop out of her chest. her hands were sweaty and she was clearly nervous. When panky, well she realised later that she loved calling him that, touched her hands, the surge of the undercurrent was more than intimidating, and with the suaveness and the heaviness in his voice he simply said, “can I kiss you”? And the typical answer to that was no it’s not right. what in the world were they thinking or doing?? Both in their respective marriages with spouses who loved them dearly?? What the hell was happening none realised, and the second instance he touched her face and cupped her cheeks only to kiss them which then slowly slipped towards the lips, and their lips finally were locked with the hunger they had for each other. The kiss was so intense as if they were starving and not eaten for years and this was the best food they will ever have. Passion was more than they could bear, the tongues exchanged their notes, with the playful behaviour the heart was pounding and the wetness below grew immensely. She wanted him to slide under her track pants and show her the moon and the stars. she knew only he could and he will, while car kept the options limited touching her wetness was the best gift Pankaj could ask for. “I am so glad u loved it”, said panay and she was clearly very shy but the slow moans made her shiver with pleasure. His hands were like the magic wand that made the spell go deep in her, she wanted it more, she wanted it all

for her, she wanted his beautiful face to feel the warmth and the juices.

did it materialise? will they take the next step? Will her desires be fulfilled? will and can it ever be justified? These are a few questions that shall maybe never be answered, hence what shall happen the time will tell..... is love blind? Well only time can tell....