Rain, Rain, Go Away!

The dark clouds mirrored the despair clawing Manisha's mind. She stood alone on the open veranda of her husband’s sprawling farmhouse, her arms folded tightly to conserve natural body warmth. Her thigh-length chemise was a feeble defense against the chilly breeze, but instead of returning indoors she stood rooted to the spot and stared at the gray horizon. The communion with nature in the pristine rainy environment had triggered poetic feelings that were romantic and honest.

She should have been happy. The unexpected morning showers provided relief from the oppressive Delhi summer. Her husband and son were in Bombay, attending a business conference, allowing her all the time in the world with her American lover whose voice reached her ears from the room behind as he conversed on the phone.

Water droplets began to pelt her skin. She raised her head and closed her eyes, savoring the silky sensations of the rivulets streaming down her neck and bare upper arms. The water drenched her flimsy attire, making the fabric cling to her lush curves. She guessed that the wetness would impart it a transparency that would expose her utter nudity underneath. Thankfully, the servants weren’t around.

A sigh escaped from her lips when powerful arms wrapped around her. A muscular frame pressed into her from behind. Instantly, all her misgivings vanished. With her eyes closed, she bent her face to the side so that her cheek grazed the day old stubble of her lover who planted kisses on her long neck. Even Providence blessed their togetherness. The rain became a gentle shower, forming a watery curtain protecting their privacy. Strong hands grabbed her breasts. She reached back and felt his nakedness. His skin, though wet, felt warm. She wrapped her hand around his stiff manhood.

“Oh, Mike,” she spoke with appreciation. She had lost count of the number of times he had taken her since the previous evening, yet his libido had not dimmed. Her chest swelled with pride. Even at forty-three years, she could excite a young man, twenty years her junior.

Her insatiable needs simmered to the surface, her inner heat mocking the cold water bathing their writhing bodies. He turned her around. She felt no shame when his eyes feasted upon her protruding nipples. Innumerable times had he explored her nakedness ever since their chance meeting in a Delhi pub. Every curve, every mole, every blemish of her voluptuous frame would be etched in his mind. Manisha knew that he adored what he considered her exotic looks. In turn, he gave her the excitement and fulfillment which she craved but no longer received from her marriage. The knowledge that Mike and her son were classmates gave a forbidden twist to their relationship, stimulating their latent fantasies.

His intentions were clear. He placed her atop the parapet. A lifetime of yoga paid dividends. Her supple body assumed a posture that would allow the deepest penetration. She hiked her dress up to her belly, exposing her sex and placed both her legs on his shoulders. Her arms entwined around his neck for support.

The urgency with which he filled her made her gasp. Pulling his handsome face loser, she kissed him full on the lips as he began to thrust inside her.The heat from her stretched vaginal muscles suffused her body with a warmth that challenged the coolness of their wet ambiance. Pushing forward to meet his every downward plunge, she gazed upon his chiseled features which had contorted into a frenzied mask. His blue eyes blazed with wildness as he pumped her. The virile sight thrilled her heart and snuffed out all vestiges of melancholy, and she concentrated upon contracting her love muscles around his throbbing meat.

His animal grunts spelled the success of her ministrations. He kissed her with ardor as he pounded her vagina. The sweet ache in her pussy spread over her skin like a thousand flames that seemed impervious to the water. Her waist-length hair had come loose, and the wet strands framed her face and cascaded down her shoulders. His hands coiled at her back, drawing her closer. The intimate embrace allayed all her anxieties.

An intense orgasm rippled through her body, banishing all her guilt. On the exterior, the rainwater seemed to cleanse all her sins. The warm sensations of his release within her quelled all her unease.

Cradling her in his arms, he carried her inside where he cleaned and dried her. Wrapped in a towel, she sat on the edge of the bed. He settled on the floor before her with his head resting upon her naked lap. She stroked his hair. Her desires sated, the remorse returned. Adultery had never bothered her before because it was purely a physical relationship without any emotional attachment. The interlude with Nature had shaken that belief. Like her husband, even she had began to assume that her glamorous materialistic veneer was her true self. The rains had washed off that cosmetic exterior, dispelling their assumptions; proving them to be mere illusions.

Manisha was defenseless against the conflicting emotions of love and guilt worming into her heart. She prayed for the Sun to restore her sanity.

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