BHARAM ~ An Illusion

Excerpt....

She moaned in ecstasy......

And he just tried to keep himself away from her. To remain glued at the place where he was at present.

Sitting outside her bed chamber. Just waiting for this to finish. He didn't want to go either. Her noices enchanting him.

"Rāni sa......."

"Oh...... y-----you have magic in your hands Rekha."
She gasped as she spoke.

Rekha's hands slipped on her back and hips with a needed pressure.

And Khwābidā could just feel all her muscles relaxing. That subtle stiffness of her tired self was easing out with every touch. Rekha was a master in her work, undeniably. Her rough hands felt like a brush on that slippery body of hers, all glistening with massage oils.

"Ah------I'll just........."
She gasped again.
"Ah......."

And there sat he gulping tremendously hard on her moans, her gasps.....

The imagination of his young wife being a moaning mess below him played again and again.......! Oh, she was..........

She.......

He couldn't even guess the perfect word. Let alone a sentence.

His knuckles pressured his lips while the elbow rested on armrest.

And she, unaware of this third presence in her chamber, just yelled in pleasure she felt !

Rekhā clutched her arm stretching and massaging Khwābidā's armpits. She giggled at this tingling.....

And here, he sat with his fullest of self control ! His face red with restrain, his veins on arms popping out. The temple vein all showed green with pressure.

Oh, the hell he just wanted to burst his feelings out at her. To show her who she was for him.

While there, behind these translucent curtains, she lied on her chest, speaking unspecified words.

"Re-----Rekhā........ You are......Ah........! A goddess........"
Her sensual voice could even make the most feminine woman go mad.

"No Rāni sa, don't think I am flattering you, but for sure......the features that you have are considered the most beautiful ones. The features of which........those royal poets talk about........or our folk songs have in them....."
She said.

And Khwābidā just laughed......

Her fists tightly clenched on the sheet under her. Her teeth digging inside her luscious pink lips, the smallest beads of her round nath touching her lips so softly.....

Her eyes shut in pleasure.....

While her vocal cords, just shivered in rapture making the sweetest but at the same time most sensual sounds he had ever heard !

"Mmh.........surely........yo----your husband mus------must be a fan of your tou------uffh------touches......."

And now it was Rekhā's turn to laugh. Their voices echoing in this largest chamber of Navrang Mahal.

"They are men Rānisā. They want much more from us women than just......touching......."

"Ye-----aaah.......!!"
She couldn't say a word except of moaning again.

Rekha had pressed her thighs and hips, putting her hand inside that long skirt and going all the way down to her ankles. Khwābidā would've just kissed the hands of this lady if she was in a position to do so !

"Y-----you......must be good at...... everything Rekha......."
She said in an innocent voice, not in a state to understand what she meant about 'other things.'