Life in a metro…."married but we swing”

                                      by  sweetnsimple

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Neena woke up with a fresh smile. It was a new day and a new beginning for her.Sandy cajoled her in his arms , feeling her long legs and brushing her cleavage with the spikes of his stubble. Smelling the scent that had collected between her breasts, Sandy got a feeling of a potent aphrodisiac. This step was guaranteed to get him going…

With her eyes closed , she experienced a divine feeling ….everything was just the same.The same old touch, the usual sexual grind but Prakash had given a new meaning to her life.

Neena’s heart was dancing to a different beat, her mind was all engrossed with P’s thought’s as Sandy came closer and  brought an ecstatic pain on her breasts. With her closed eyes, she imagined the role play with P in her mind.

P as she called Prakash lovingly, was like wiff of oxygen to Neena, who was living in the

emotionless, crippled world of daily grind. It had been four years that Neena was married to Sandy but she felt a vacuum in her life. Sandy was a nice hubby and loved her but the daily grind had probably taken it’s toll and there were no sparks or warmth left in marriage.

On a Wednesday afternoon, as Neena was surfing the net , she came across a ‘Masala Chat Room’. The caption ignited some interest and she too created a fake Id.Oblivious to the names which the regulars had used like humper, masala_curry, girl2girl, naughty_chat, she came across a private message frm Spicy_M

“Wanna spicy chat..?” he said

Neena’s face was all red, thrilled, she blushed for a while and looked around her room. Sandy had left for his office and Kantabai was still busy with the daily chores in the kitchen.

It was time to pick up Jenny from school. She asked Ramu to do the honours and hurriedly closed the door of her room.

“Hi ! I’m Laila” she said

“Sexy name !! Laila..” he replied

She gave a cheeky smile and asked his name

“Spicy_M..thatz it !!”

“Watz your asl ?” he asked.

Neena was almost thirty and had a baby. But she loved the act of courting , so pretended for a while….

“ 24, f , del” she said

Prakash was married and managed a big export business of furnishings.

He was 34 and often whenever he felt like talking some intimate stuff, would log on to the site and chat with young girlies.

“So …are you alone at home?” he asked

“Yeahhh…I’m still studying.

Just came back from my lectures at university” she said

“Wanna phone chat……?” he asked

And Neena was quick enough to give her number right away ….

Neena expected him to be a jerk but the phone call a few minutes later , gave her a new high. It was magical which turned on the buttons of her closed spirit and mind.

Talking to Prakash gave her a quick and powerful high. It was just like crack cocaine to sex addicts.

Soon she started sharing intimate personal details with P and he became almost like an e-hubby to her.

They would often share their fantasies and talk long hours. What started out as flirting and cybersex quickly escalated into the real thing.A cold husband to her needs sent her surfing for more.

 "In my relationship with Sandy there was no warmth or any physical affection," she said glumly to herself.

"I guess the sex just isn’t what it used to be when we first met,"

"I miss the feeling of sex being new and exciting. It’s addicting here with P"…she mused

When Sandy comes back from office now, he finds a new avatar waiting for him at the door.The kisses on rare occasions are a ritual affaire now, Neena now dresses up more provocatively, highlighting the curves of her body, her tied oily buns have given way to sexy auburn, open tresses which she maintains now with her regular protein treatments…

Life has totally taken a U-turn now for Neena, and Prakash true to his name ..gave a new ‘light’ and meaning to her dull life. The 5 mins getaways are biggies now. Sandy holds her hands more often and rocks her for more than an hour now.

Although fear of being busted often lurks Neena’s mind but she says, “ What the heck ….this minor slip up brought back the lost happiness in my life !”

 “A seller in a buyer’s market," she claims proudly as the adage changed her lifeline.

Unfortunately, while these spouses are sowing their wild oats, there’s likely to be someone at home who’s getting hurt .