(This series will be told in several parts. Taboo in the Indian setting is huge, considering the main concept of sex itself is taboo in this society. Also included will be some hardcore stuff, Incest, Reluctance and since it's quite long, the beginning might be just setting the background. *all characters involved in sexual acts are above 18 years of age.)
1.
Sarita was happy and reasonably so. Even though it was going to be short. She didn't want to spoil the mood of her lover with whom she was talking to and had been spending the afternoon with for a while now.
They both were sitting under the shade of the shed made of dry thatch of coconut leaves. The air was hot but it couldn't have been better for the lovers as they knew hardly anyone would bother to come out in the sweltering heat. They both needed privacy and that was what they were getting for a meagre sum of fifty rupees that Sarita had to pay to her little brother from saying anything about this 'private' meeting and to keep a lookout for both her lover and her own father lest they come out to search for them.
Her lover snuggled to her and squeezed her round, juicy breasts making Sarita squeal in pleasure.
"You'll make a great mother."
"Really? Why do you think that?"
"The sheer size of your breasts on the mouth of your child, feeding him on the very first day, will make him the happiest child ever born."
"Shut up you dirty rascal." She scolded him playfully and blushed. She proceeded to let her hands reach down from below his dhoti and cupped his balls, gently squeezing them.
"My dirty rascal" She said.
Her lover groaned and pulled her to him kissing her lips deeply as she maintained her pace on his balls. She parted away and pulled on his lower lip.
Then she went down on him and after removing his dhoti, underwear she let his throbbing dick out. She began to stroke his dick with both her hands while maintaining eye contact with him. She saw him arch his back in deep pleasure and
he called out her name.
"Fuck Sarita. You're the best. Ah!"
His dick made squishing sounds on her hands as beads of precum emerged from his penis's head. Her bangles jangled noisily as she continued to stroke him. His dick was large now. She leant forward and swallowed the head of his dick. Her lover placed his hands behind her head as she sucked him. Her head bobbed up and down on his dick, her tongue swirling around his thickness providing more lubrication than necessary. Her lover suddenly stood up his dick still in her mouth and began to shove himself inside her, which she allowed him to do. He didn't last long and Sarita soon feeling him erupt inside her mouth, continued to bob her head on his dick, his semen splattering her entire mouth and most of it leaking to the ground, staining her yellow cotton saree, her blouse, her neck and the straw bed. Her lover collapsed on the heap behind, while she licked her lips and proceeded to lie down next to him. Then she looked at him and exchanged glances as he too looked back at her.
"My uncle is going to kill me for the mess that I've made." Her lover said.
They both laughed. Then Sarita fell silent. She turned to her lover and with pain in
her heart and tears in her eyes she said to him.
"I'm sorry da. I really love you, you know that since we were young. But Appa decided for me and my marriage has been fixed. I can't bring myself to say this to you, but please, please...forgive me." she looked down not daring to look at his eyes.
He didn't say a word. Just merely dressed himself up and stood. He waited like that for some time before asking her something that she never forgot in her life, the moment she'd heard it.
"Why?" it sounded simple, but for her it meant different things. She would've changed her mind, but before she could do anything her lover had hopped out of the shed and walked away from her life forever, leaving her alone in that shed, crying and helpless.
That night she got married to a wealthy doctor from the City, a match made in heaven many of her relatives said and her husband took her away from the life she'd grown tired of but a life nonetheless that she could always relate to, the life of her childhood, permanently to the city of Chennai.
Sarita gave a huge sigh. She appeared lost in thought. As usual her mind straying to her time in her native village when she was a carefree, village girl before getting married, settled and birthing two successful children who were settled abroad.
What kind of thoughts I'm getting in the morning, she thought to herself as she shook her head and began to go about the foremost of her duties in the early
morning. Decorating the front of the house with white kolam, a colored powder which south Indian women use to adorn the front of their house with.
It was a tradition among Tamil women to do so, but to see a woman of her stature maintaining such adherence to it was something that people around her appreciated very much. Even though her husband, an about to retire doctor, who was so much popular in his days of work had made her easily the most enviable person in the area or at least amongst the women in Sarita's social circle, she never showed any arrogance and only remained modest. But she was never allowed herself to be portrayed as a gullible woman.
She knew if she showed people that, they'd use her for their own purposes, so she decided to be open. At first there was a bit of hesitation among the wives of her husbands colleagues but eventually she was accepted and became an integral part of the Wives of Doctors Association. She was soon invited to the All Women's Club in Adyar where she became a rising star.
All the women like her for her open attitude and never felt uncomfortable around her. If anyone needed to talk politics Sarita was the woman. If anyone needed to talk dirty she was it.
All this attention also brought her to the attention of several males, mostly her husbands colleagues and others were people living in nearby houses. Her husband Dr Venugopalan or Mr Venu, as he was more commonly known as, had with some money bought a large place in Adyar and built a long, two storeyed flat. It was divided into two blocks. Block A had two flats on each floor and the same went for Block B. Sarita ended up deciding on most of the construction, maintenance of the apartment and conversing with the tenants who lived.
She did all this without complaint, though inside she felt herself grow hollower day by day. She didn't hate her husband but Venu just didn't have the quality or lacked the ability of compassion. And she had stopped expecting it from him.
Her hardworking, graceful, dark fingers slowly and beautifully traced the line between the dots as she applied the finishing touches to her kolam. She was squatting, her body supported by her strong legs, her blue nighty pulled up to her knees revealing a brownish tinge of hairless legs, ankles adorned with silver anklets that made noise every time she adjusted herself and rings on her toes that gave a sensual feel to her legs.
