The Golden Morning

The morning sun, softly kissed the room through the curtains, it was nearly 9:30 AM when Subhadra’s eyes fluttered open. Her ample form was nestled intimately against his strong arms a possessive cage.

A mischievous, naughty smile curved her lips, knowing exactly why they had slept so late. Her memory replayed his deep kisses, tender licks, and the gentle, playful bites around her navel. Also the way his hands exploring every soft curve, especially the newly gifted golden waist chain, his fingers and lips lingering on its cool metal against her warm skin, using it as a map to her most sensitive places.

A delicious afterglow still hummed through her unclad form, bare beneath the silk sheet, adorned only by her mangalsutra resting intimately between her heavy breasts and the golden waist chain. It lay provocatively low on her generous hips, a shimmering promise against her warm, supple skin. Its constant, teasing caress on her lower belly sent a tiny, exquisite ripple through her very core. Her blush deepened, a delicious shyness clinging to her with the fervent memory of his touch.

With a silent grace she eased herself from under Krishna’s possessive arm. His grip softened with a faint, contented sigh as he rolled onto his side, still deeply asleep, his peaceful face a testament to the profound pleasure they had shared. Subhadra rose, and the sheet whispered away, leaving her gloriously naked. A delicious shyness colored her as she padded to the bathroom.

Inside, the sudden cold spray made her gasp, a delightful shock invigorating her senses and raising tiny goosebumps. The golden waist chain felt even more alive, snug and teasing, its cool metal a tantalizing contrast as warm droplets cascaded down her sides, tracing her lush curves and pooling sensuously in her deep, inviting navel. She ran her hands over her ample stomach, a slow, caressing movement, delighting in its yielding softness. A vivid flush bloomed across her cheeks as she recalled the saleswomen’s almost worshipping praise for her belly’s sexyness, their eyes devouring every luscious curve. Krishna’s thrilling, wet kisses from the night before echoed in the sensual memory.

Her gaze softened, a playful spark igniting in her eyes as they settled on her deep round navel, still glistening with droplets of water like tiny precious diamonds nestling in a shadowed hollow.

Subhadra tilted her head with a mock scolding expression, her lips curling into a shy yet teasing pout, and whispered, “You naughty thoppul… always getting all the attention, hmm?” She chuckled, a soft, sensual sound, touching the edges of her navel gently with her index finger. “Even that Prema in the jewelry store…” Subhadra purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper,”She literally molested me in the bathroom yesterday! How utterly bold she was, that girl! She moved my pallu and then she started licking my thoppul,”

Subhadra whispered, looking down at her navel, a mix of awe and embarrassment on her face. “And you, you made me melt with her tongue’s play. Made me shamelessly cum right there in my panties! Oh God, she knew! She knew I had an orgasm, you little temptress! I feel so shameless.” She placed her hand to her burning cheek, “Thank goodness my husband didn’t come to the bathroom looking for me, or he would have seen everything. And her ass grab at the end… that brazen hussy! Oh hoo, she’s more furious than Lakshmi Akka! Looks like if she got more time and in the isolated situation, have stripped me naked and raped me in the bathroom itself. Cheeee!” 

Running a finger slowly around the soft, sensitive rim of her navel, she said “Still so deep… so deliciously round… I never thought at this age it would still make me feel like a blushing bride. Her palm settled over her lower belly, feeling its soft, yielding warmth beneath the delicate, water-kissed chain, she murmured “And that saleswoman,”  her voice barely a whisper, ” Oh, the way she said ‘chella thoppai’ looking at by lower belly, so openly admiring. Cheeee…”. Gently squeezing the squishy flesh of her lower abdomen, feeling its pillowy softness.

Then she smiled wider, looking in to her navel she continued “Even now, you looks so sexy, sitting right in the middle of all this softness…” she slightly patted her belly. “Thoppulkaari,” she mused, a soft, intimate chuckle escaping her as she gazed at her reflection, concluding her bath.

Subhadra stepped out of the bathroom, now wearing a simple, soft bra and a towel wrapped snugly around her plump hips. The bra did little to hide the generous swell of her heavy boobies, pushing them together to create a tantalizing cleavage, and nestled deep in the valley between them was the glint of her thick mangalsutra, drawing attention to the very heart of her alluring bosom.

Her naked skin, still damp and gleaming, showcased a healthy, sensual sheen. Krishna, now awake and propped on an elbow, watched her silently from the bed, his gaze drifting slowly, possessively, over her as she crossed the room. His eyes stopped and devoured her, drawn to the towel clinging to her softest, plump curves. The golden chain, a mere hint beneath, and the teasing softness of her lower belly spilling slightly over the towel’s edge, created an irresistible invitation, a silent, powerful demand that resonated in the air.

Subhadra caught his hungry look and gave a knowing smirk. She knew, with a thrilling certainty that vibrated through her entire fleshy form, what would happen if she dared to drape saree here, there would be no escaping his touch again, no release from the desire she’d ignited. So, with an arched brow and a mischievous wink that promised far more later, she whispered, “I’ll change in the other room. Or else…” She left the rest hanging in the air, like the most intoxicating perfume lingering in the morning air.

Krishna let out a dramatic sigh, a sound disappointment, watching her go the towel swaying, her bare back glowing with a promise, the chain glinting provocatively as it disappeared. He flopped back onto the bed, already half-asleep, he closed his eyes, drifting. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling spices now drifted alluringly from the kitchen.

Krishna, having abandoned the bed, found Subhadra by the stove, her movements fluid and graceful as she skilfully prepared the dough for chapattis. He moved silently, his presence a warm shadow behind her. Her creamy waist was exposed between her blouse and the low-worn saree, the new golden chain a subtle gleam against her soft, yielding skin.

“Aiii, Thoppulkaari” he called out, the playful tone laced with mischief as he smothered her from behind. Subhadra startled at first, but a smile crept onto her lips, but before she could respond, Krishna was upon her, wrapping his hands completely encircled her fleshy waist and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her fresh, clean scent mixed with the spices.

“Hey! What are you doing?” she gasped, aware of her exposed state. “I thought I’d help with the chapattis,” he replied cheekily. His hand found its way to her blouse covered boobies, where he squeezed gently, that sent a shiver down Subhadra’s spine.

She rolled her eyes playfully but couldn’t hide her grin. “Rather than squeezing my breast, why don’t you focus on kneading this dough, you naughty hubby?” she teased, arching an eyebrow while pretending to scold him. “Do you really remember last night? I kept saying that I was in the most fertile period of my cycle a bunch of times, and you just simply plowed right through me, didn’t you? Then you went for it a second time? And a third? Oh my God, you just kept pumping, you filled me up, so deep inside me. Pervert…”

She turned her head, “Ennanga” she whispered, her voice tinged with a delicate mix of shyness and genuine concern, “what if… what if I get pregnant again at this age? Our daughter just got married last year, and before she even has her first child, her mother is… carrying again! What would our relatives think? What would our daughter’s in-laws say?

Krishna’s grin widened a devilish spark in his eyes. He leaned closer, his voice a low, seductive rumble that sent shivers through her. “Oh, wow! A baby boy! I need a baby boy who could take care of my business, my Thoppulkaari!” Subhadra gasped, her eyes flashing with a mix of playful anger and pure naughtiness.

“Oh! If this thought had come to you four or five years after Priya was born, I would have lovingly birthed him also! At that time you said you needed to pour all your love towards our only daughter. And now she’s married, and now you say you want a baby boy?

Krishna chuckled, pulling her closer, his voice a low, conspiratorial whisper. “Yeaii, Subha kutty, if you become pregnant again, your face will just bloom with softness, and those melons of yours will fill with milk again. That bumpy back of yours will get even fluffier with delicious flesh. But best of all, your belly will be utterly succulent, oozing with creamy flesh, spilling so invitingly over the edges of your saree’s waistline. And your thoppul, will become so deep and huge with all the naughty fat you have gathered around it. More of you for my hands to explore, more of you to bite into my Thoppulkaari”.

Krishna continued with a smile “This time, we’re not covering up your pregnancy marks with any cream or oil. I want your creamy lower belly to be simply adorned with silver stretch marks, just like Usha Anni’s. They really make her entire pudgy belly quite sexy, don’t they?”

Subhadra’s eyes widened, a mischievous glint in them, her cheeks still flaming. “Oh, really now? Usha Anni’s lower belly and those marks, you say?” Her voice was a low, teasing purr, laced with a possessive edge. “If you like them so much, then go ahead and pamper her, my dear husband! She is your sister-in-law, after all. Who else would she give it to if not you? Go on, pamper her, play with her belly to satisfy your desire! Trace your fingers on those lovely lines, and your lips explore that horizontally elongated thoppul and her soft, pulpy belly. Who’s going to stop you, hmm? Go and enjoy her thoppul to your heart’s content! But don’t you dare come back to me complaining about my own belly if it starts to swell with your son, after all your naughty work last night!” She retorted with a sharp edge in her voice, but her face and eyes betrayed her, unable to conceal the delicious arousal glimmering there, along with a thrilling flicker of jealousy.

Upon catching the scent of Subhadra’s jealousy in her words, Krishna’s lips curved. He decided to drizzle a little more fuel onto that delicious fire. “Ah, Usha Anni,” he said with a naughty glint in his eyes as he looked at Subhadra. “Her thoppul, you’re right, it’s a truly sexy. So deep, so inviting, especially when she bends and that horizontally elongated navel seems to stretch even wider, like a secret waiting to be explored. And her belly… though it’s dusky, that only deepens its sexiness. Oh, looks so soft, so wonderfully pulpy, just begging for a gentle caress, a playful squeeze. Have you truly noticed? The way her lower belly spills out, so invitingly squishy when she moves, each soft ripple practically begging for hard bites. doesn’t it? And those sexy pregnancy marks… uffoh, they’re absolutely intoxicating. My eyes just get lost tracing every single one.

Subhadra’s breath hitched, a faint moan escaping her lips as Krishna’s words unlocked a vivid memory. She was instantly back in the bustling family house in the village, a wedding function swirling around them, where women were getting ready in the communal room. Her eyes, however, had been fixed solely on Usha, watching as she draped her saree. When Usha tucked the pleats into her petticoat, her plump belly responded with a soft, captivating jiggle. Her horizontally elongated, deep, wide navel seemed to deepen with every slight movement, while the silver stretch marks on her plush lower belly crisscrossed like a sexy secret map. A strange, almost forbidden thrill coursed through Subhadra, mixed with a sharp pang of jealousy and a thrilling desire.

“Oh, you… you truly are a connoisseur of bellies, aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice a little breathless, “You notice everything, don’t you? The way her thoppul elongates, the pulpiness of her belly… you’ve certainly paid attention to her, haven’t you? With all this burning hunger for your Anni’s thoppul, why are you holding the urge? Just go, plunge your tongue deep into your Usha Anni’s navel then. Who is stopping you?”

As Subhadra’s words left her lips, Krishna sensed the jealousy heat beneath them, a possessive edge he knew well. A slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips as he tightened his embrace. “Ah, my Jealousy Thoppulkaari,” he murmured, “Every curve, every fold, every subtle indentation of a woman’s belly holds a beauty, Usha Anni’s navel, yes, it’s a lovely deep hollow, and her belly’s pulpiness… it’s a certain kind of beauty. But yours is a different kind of exquisite. Your belly has that perfect plumpness, that creamy smoothness that makes my fingers ache to explore. And your thoppul… oh, your perfectly rounded, deep thoppul is a delicious mystery that I could lose myself in for hours. it’s about the way your flesh responds to my touch, the way your navel seems to sigh when I press my lips to it.” He punctuated his words with a naughty tone

“Oh, so if any of your sisters-in-law had a truly sexy navel, you’d be chasing after her instead, wouldn’t you?” Subhadra teased, a spark of possessiveness flickered “Or if my own navel were small and tight like Lakshmi Akka’s, you wouldn’t love this so much, would you?” She gestured to her own belly, a mocking pout on her lips.

Krishna leaned in a intimate rumble. “Is that what you think of me?” He paused, his grip softening slightly only to deepen again on her thoppul, a squeezing promise delivered through his palm, sending shivers through her. “Promise Di, my Thoppulkaari.”

Subhadra’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. He had never sworn a promise in quite this manner before. “Why… why did you promise on my belly?” Subhadra whispered, her curiosity piqued.

His breath stirred against her hair as he nestled his chin on her shoulder. “Because, this is my Thoppulkaari’s…Until this very moment, your belly, and this very spot beneath my hand… it has been the most passionate, sacred place in my world. I love it, every inch, from the deepest part of my soul. It’s the core of you, the beginning of us, and where my desire finds its truest, most intoxicating home.”

A wave of overwhelming emotion washed over Subhadra. Her breath hitched, tears pricking her eyes as a profound sense of pride and love swelled within her. She knew, then, that his words were not just praise, but a sacred, intimate truth spoken from his very core. In that very emotion, she turned, caught his face in her hands, and rain of fervent kisses fell on his cheeks.

Then, her voice dropped to a low, husky purr, “Ennangaaa… lick my thoppul, I need this naughty tongue in my navel, right now” Krishna’s eyes lit up, with a naughty smile, he knelt before her and eagerly moved her pallu over her belly.

Her whitish, plush belly was now gloriously open to his gaze. His eyes immediately drew to her deep, round thoppul, a perfect, dark well nestled amidst that smooth expanse. Below it, her squishy lower belly spilled just a little, held by a delicate golden waist chain that glinted against her skin.

He buried his face into the soft, warm curve, inhaling her essence deeply. Subhadra’s own hands found the back of his head, her fingers burying themselves in his hair, pushing his face deeper, more urgently, into her pulsing belly. Her fluffy belly felt like the softest, most decadent cheesecake beneath his lips.

He started with a light, teasing graze, his lips brushing the delicate skin around her navel, sending shivers through her. “Aahhhhh!” she moaned, her body already arching.

Then, with a hungry groan, Krishna covered her deep, round navel with his entire mouth, his lips creating a soft suction. He pushed his wet, eager tongue onto her navel, plunging it deep into the warm, slick hollow. He twirled and swirled his tongue inside, tasting the rich, musky womanly essence of her navel.

“Enangaaa!” she gasped, her body seizing as if her navel itself seemed to melt onto his tongue, releasing a faint, intoxicating taste that drove him wild. Subhadra’s breath hitched, and she bit her lower lip, a soft, sexy moan escaping as his tongue moved faster, painting the inside of her navel with wet heat.

He then began to gently suckle the rim, drawing her sensitive skin into his mouth, his lips parting to take more of her navel. Each suckle, each deep, swirling lick pulled another sharp cry from her. “Cheeeee! Shhhhh! UFFFFFOHHHH!” she whimpered, her hips grinding into his face.

Krishna then suddenly lavish her navel with deep, urgent licks. The sudden wet heat sent shivers racing through her, making Subhadra arch and gasp in helpless delight, every stroke of his tongue driving her deeper into a wave of heavenly pleasure.

A dizzying wave of pure sensation intensified, building into the undeniable rush of a sexy orgasm. With every deliberate swirl of his tongue, the pleasure coiled tighter. She was utterly lost, her body convulsing softly as the intense pleasure consumed her, trembling from head to toe. Subhadra could feel the tide of desire rising in her loins, a warm, insistent throb. She got wetter and wetter with each new sensation, each soft nibble into her navel, each swirling exploration of his tongue.

Krishna then shifted, his gaze burning over her exposed midriff. Her creamy lower belly, plump and inviting, seemed to swell and soften just for him, with the delicate golden waist chain resting like a whisper across its exquisite curve. Driven by an insatiable hunger, Krishna lost himself like a madman, showering kisses before slowly tracing his tongue and gently grazing his teeth along the soft, luscious curves of her belly. Subhadra cried out, “AAAAAhhhh!” a moan laced with exquisite pleasure, urging him on. She was feeling incredibly close to cumming, her entire core vibrating, and she could feel her panties getting wet.

With a low, guttural growl of pure hunger, he grabbed her plump hips, burying his face in her chella thoppai. His wet tongue then plunged with an insistent force, drilling deep into her navel. A raw, “Aaaahhhh!” escaped Subhadra, her head thrown back, her eyes fluttering closed, and her lips parting in exquisite pleasure.

She was right there, at the very verge of cuming, her breath catching in her throat, Just as she was about to cum, a loud car horn outside shattered the quiet. Subhadra’s body convulsed, and she quickly pulled Krishna’s face away from her belly. A glistening line of saliva stretched from her wet navel to his mouth before it snapped.

Her body hummed with raw, frustrated desire. Krishna too groaned, his face a mask of deep frustration, his own desire still raging. “That sounds like… a car. At this hour?” she murmured, her voice breathless and laced with annoyance. Then, the sharp, insistent trill of the calling bell pierced the air. Krishna, grumbling under his breath, moved towards the door, but stopped abruptly. Subhadra’s eyes dropped, and a slow, naughty smile bloomed on her lips as she saw his hard member straining visibly against his dhothi.

Subhadra, deftly pulled the saree pleats that had dropped so low and with a smooth motion, she pulled one layer of her saree wrapped around her hip, attempting to cover her plump waist folds. Her plush belly and deep navel, still glistening and wet with his saliva, had no time to be wiped clean. She quickly adjusted her pallu, pulling it up to somewhat cover her midriff, then met Krishna’s gaze with a fleeting, shy yet undeniably naughty smile, before hurrying to the front door.

As she unlatched it, the door swung open. There stood Raja Durai, a smile on his face… Only he knew what truly hid behind it!