I Am Straight But...

“Sizzling and sexy, you look today!” looking at Mridula, Manasi murmured passionately.  Mridula astonishingly stared at Manasi’s face and screamed -   “Can’t believe! Manasi speaks so?”

Manasi’s eyes shined unusually with an inviting smile.  Manasi’s beauty especially her eyes and sizzling smile was always a talk in any gathering or party.  “Dr. Tapan is very lucky to have such a beautiful, reserved, calm and quite wife” Not only male friends but female colleagues also remarked, though jealous of Dr. Tapan.

“Don’t make me dangerous, I am already starved for something spontaneous” Mridula warned Manasi.  Manasi’s intense eyes stuck on Mridula’s tempting breasts.  Mridula was taken aback by Manasi’s reactions today.  Manasi has never been an aggressive, showy and high-society like woman.

Dr. Tapan was busy drinking and dancing with a few fellow lady doctors.  After all, the party was organized by him.  Dr. Tapan always found some reasons to organize parties to drink and dance with women, specially the older ones.  Mrs. Madhumita Chakraborty and Mrs. Zoya Khan, at their early 60s, always fought for his attention.  Dr. Tapan often favored their husbands with foreign tours and lavish incentives. 

Dr. Tapan’s marriage with Manasi always remained a big question mark in the minds of many.  When male well-wishers felt sad for Manasi, females remained jealous.  Then, who was really happy with that marriage?  The question remained unanswered. But, Manasi became the cause of sleepless nights for many, men and women both.  Couples in their bed, quite often, discussed about Dr. Tapan and Manasi.  Because, it was an open secret that Dr. Tapan loved only older women!

Someone suddenly increased the volume of the music, forcing many to dance.  Husbands were busy dancing with other’s wives and the wives were busy either with other’s husbands or alone with drinks.  The party went on too hot and delicious in all respect.

Mridula felt enslaved on facing Manasi’s intense eyes.  Manasi’s eyes patted Mridula cravingly.  “I can’t believe” again Mridula repeated her astonishment.  “Don’t test me, dear.  I am a tigress” Mridula warned Manasi.

Manasi smilingly walked away.  Mridula watched her body’s rhythmic movement from behind.  The unknown current that traveled through her body forced Mridula to follow Manasi.  Away from the crowd; away from the lights; away from the sounds; nearby the lotus lake, at its cemented floor, Manasi stood, as a fairy shining in the moonlight. 

“What happened to you, tigress?” smilingly asked Manasi.  Mridula was still under shock but felt quite excited.  Mridula’s craze for pretty women was no more a secret in their society.  Many husbands had to hide their pretty wives from the eyes of Mridula.  And, the same Mridula, today, stood completely surprised and shocked, that too in front of a beautiful and sexy lady who remained a secret to all.

Before Mridula could express her anxiety; before she could open her lips, Manasi’s rosy lips had swallowed her so deep and sweet.  Mridula could not even react for a while.  Mridula, the tigress stood helplessly but happily for Manasi.  Manasi, the beautiful, reserved, calm and quite wife was not less than a tempest.  Mridula, for the first time, felt happy to be a slave under someone’s body.  In the moonlight, Mridula watched Manasi’s killing eyes.  “I never knew, you were a les......” Mridula could not finish her sentence as Manasi had blocked her mouth with her mouth.  “You are like a storm; you are like waves in the ocean; you are like a hungry animal; you are like a thirsty bird; oh, you are amazing” Mridula murmured under Manasi. 

“You are like my husband” suddenly, Manasi whispered in Mridula’s ear.  “What?” Mridula’s shocking voice broke the tranquility.  Mridula pushed Manasi away from her body and stared at her.  Manasi’s sizzling smile was still shining on her lips, brighter in the moonlight. 

“How dare you compare me to an old man?” Mridula screamed.  “Because, I love older men”, Manasi whispered sweetly, “So, I married him and I am happy”

“Then, what the hell are you doing with me?” Mridula wanted an answer to her surprise.  When Manasi replied silently with her smile, the confused and annoyed Mridula raised her voice, “Are you a les...?”

Manasi’s lips had already closed Mridula’s mouth.  Manasi’s hands cravingly crawled on Mridula, making her a happy slave.  Mridula was happy to have got one answer to everyone’s question – ‘Who was happy with the marriage between Dr. Tapan and Manasi?’

The moon hid behind the clouds.  Darkness swallowed the surroundings.  In the cool night, two bodies remained too hot.  “What are you, Manasi? I know, I am not like an old man” once again, Mridula requested Manasi.

“I am straight but ..... “ Manasi kissed Mridula tenderly and heaved a long sigh.  The party was still on!!!

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