The Other Love...3

It was a big bungalow and the security had been informed about my arrival. I was lead to the entrance of the big teak door that was left open. I stood there at the entrance inhaling the aroma and looked at innumerous candles that were lit in the drawing room. They were the only source of light for the night that was going to be…

Slowly I paced like my feet were my paws entering a jungle in the night. The big drawing room had various paintings indicating true taste for art of those who owned the house. It must be her, I thought. There was a big swing that swayed to the light cool breeze in the centre of the hall, quite unusual for a modern day construction. The fragrance kept changing every few minutes and kept calling. It was long since I was in, yet she was not around. But she had kept me busy exploring the beautiful place of hers before she eventually showed up.

In a grey silky gown that covered a pair of hot lingerie, she was climbing down the stairs slowly. She walked up to me and untied the gown, blowing slight wind in my ears which she quickly bit like a wild cat. She took my hand into hers and walked me over to the swing hovering over me. I slowly laid down on the lingering swing and let her realize her fantasy. Then the swing never stopped, swaying back and forth, left and right in quick succession. It was tugging and juggling to the thrust of a divine pleasure. A woman in vengeance, in a fantasy of her own had conquered. It was into the climax when we heard a voice at the entrance of the door that was intentionally left open.

But the climax will have its way and can never be stopped. She let a big sigh of relief covering all of me as she looked up at the man in a fake surprise. The swing had stopped but was still occupied.

‘Honey, I thought your flight was arriving tomorrow. Get yourself some dinner. I’ll be back in a while.’

She looked at the man who walked in dejection, like a captivated soldier, like a preyed beast. She let him go off her sight and looked at me in satisfaction and kissed me all over with more passion.

And the swing started swaying all over again. It was its second chance as the woman’s wish was fulfilled. She was no more a victim, she had conquered her deceiver, her fantasy, her lust and her love. The other love that got her reinstated!