Saturday, December 29, 2012

Menage a trois.....

Ménage a trois...




Big, beautiful, melting black eyes, with butterfly wings for lashes have been my single weakness as far as men are concerned..... ..While trawling the internet for ahem.. friends has never been a hobby for me..... the moment I saw this pair of orbs that I could very easily swim in, I was hooked...it seemed the most natural thing for me to hit the “like” icon... and do a not so casual search on his profile... What I saw intrigued me and enticed me and then, I did the unforgiveable – send out a friend request... to this gorgeous creature – I had crossed the line, had crossed over, and yet, I dint give a damn..... I just had to... had to get to know him...

What followed was sheer magic. ... more messages, each one building on the other, excitement mounting at each picture that was posted, heart beating faster as I gazed longingly into those limpid black pools. Finally, I could bear it no more, I just had to meet him, just once... to get over this madness. And so, we secretly decided to meet one lazy summer evening. I was invited over to his place. While I knew that was dangerous, I seriously could not help myself.. I was pulled magnetically, besides, what is the harm in getting to know him in his natural surroundings, with his family, perfectly safe, or so, I convinced myself. I waited for the evening with unabashed excitement, looked for an excuse to get out of home and drove a long distance with mounting curiosity and pleasure, doing the unthinkable, me a mother of a 11 year old boy, but my heart was beating fast, it had been ages since I felt like this.

Well, surprise of surprise, the house was dark when I landed there. Before I could even knock on the door, the door was thrust open and there he was... The eyes that I had been gazing at every day, limpid gorgeous pools, now fringed with thick lashes. Before I could say a hello, I was enveloped in a tight hug that knocked me over and my face was covered with kisses, oh so gentle and feathery... and need I say more.. I lost my heart and soul. I had to take him home.. I just had to... he was what I was waiting for, my whole life.. I could not let him go...

So, we walked out of that house, promising that we would be together, come what may, we would fight the world to be together, we would create our own little world together...We went home and I introduced him to the two boys, who were until this point, the only men in my life. My hubby of 18 years, knew that he had lost me, he just knew it by the way we looked at each other.. the magical bond that he could not break.. he could only gaze in awe and envy at what we had..My son, oh well, he just realised that he is no longer the centre of my affection and my world and he would have to make do with what I can give him. My mom was horrified, she could not believe that I would have the temerity to bring another man into the house. We stood our ground, we fought long and hard, I threatened to walk with him and finally, they relented and he moved in.

Such bliss my days are.. I am awakened every day with feathery kisses, I am welcomed home with such joyous abandon and deep cuddles and hugs. We play a lot together and laugh together and I have discovered the little girl inside of me that I thought had long gone...Such unconditional love, such absolute affection, my two boys realised the absolute joy that he has brought into my life. My hubby, the generous soul that he is has even relented and allowed him into our bedroom – ménage –a – trois...definitely can be a lot of naughty fun...  :-) :-)

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