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Adultery The Language of Her Heart
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30-04-2025, 02:26 PM
I didn’t plan it.
I didn’t even think. I just acted. Because once you cross a line like this… There’s no going back. And I was already dripping through my soaked panty onto the mat. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I bent down. Slow. Deliberate. My breasts hanging heavy, nipples stiff, brushing the mat as I shifted lower. My mouth found his balls first. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Soft. Warm. Heavy. The skin loose but clean. The smell hit me fully now — musky, sweaty, salty — pure male. But it wasn’t disgusting. It was addictive. I nuzzled under them, licking the sensitive folds gently. One ball first — sucked lightly into my mouth. Rolled it on my tongue. Let it pop out softly. Then the other one. I felt his thighs shudder when my tongue traced the line under his sack. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then I moved. Still no hands. Just my mouth. I pressed my face into his pubic hair — trimmed, rough, smelling of soap and skin and raw heat. I inhaled. Deep. Filling my lungs with the scent of him. My tongue poked out again. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Starting from the root of his cock. I licked upward. Slow. Bottom side first — the thick ridge where the shaft meets the belly. Inch by inch. A long, wet stripe of my tongue from the base to the tip. He gasped above me. His cock twitched madly. Precum drooled again — warm and salty. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I went to the left side. Licked from the heavy vein running there. Slow. Savouring. Then the right side — tracing the curve, the skin softer than I expected, so alive it pulsed under my tongue. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Finally… I positioned my face at the base again. Opened my mouth. And pushed it in. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- His cock. Thick. Heavy. Alive. I took him into my mouth — inch by inch — feeling the width stretch my lips. The heat filled me instantly. My tongue flattened against the underside, sliding as I went deeper. One inch. Two inches. Three. Four. Five. Almost six inches now inside my mouth. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- My jaw ached slightly, but I didn’t care. I pulled back slowly. Then pushed in again. One. Two. Three strokes. Sucking softly, cheeks hollowing slightly with each move. Not sloppy. Not wild. Just slow, reverent, filthy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I could feel it. His cock swelling even bigger. His thighs tensing. His balls drawing up. His breath caught sharply. I knew. He was going to cum. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I tried to pull back — but it was too late. With just a few short strokes inside my mouth… He jerked. Once. Twice. And then… He exploded. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hot, thick cum flooded into my mouth. The taste — salty, raw, strong. First shot hit the roof of my mouth. Second shot filled my cheeks. Third weak pulse dribbled out as I struggled to swallow. It was messy. It was filthy. It was real. And it was his first blowjob. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I pulled back slowly, cum dripping from the side of my lips. Looked up at him. He was panting. Chest heaving. Cock twitching — still standing proud but softening slowly. Eyes wide. Face stunned. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- And me? My lips wet. My chin dripping. My heart thundering. And my pussy? Flooded. I could feel it — my soaked panties stuck to my lips, my thighs slick, my whole body shaking. And all I could think was… I just gave my husband’s brother his first blowjob. And he had called me anni the whole time. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I stayed crouched there for a moment. Breathing through my mouth. My knees on the mat. My breasts swaying freely, loose, bouncing softly as I tried to find balance again. His cock still hung in front of me — proud, twitching, a pearl of thick, creamy cum clinging to the head. I pulled back slowly. Let the last drop break and fall — a hot, sticky line stretching from my lips to his tip — before it snapped and fell onto the mat. My chin was wet. My lips were shining. My mouth — full. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I rose up. Slow. One knee first. Then the other. Standing now. Wobbling slightly. My legs were weak. My panty was soaked and sticking between my thighs, every step making it squelch softly. I didn’t use my hands to wipe my mouth immediately. I let it stay. Let the slick drip from the corner of my lips down my chin. The taste was strong — salty, musky, male. The thickness coated my tongue. Some slid down my throat involuntarily as I breathed. But still, a good amount sat in my mouth — heavy, warm, his. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I raised my right hand. Brought my fingers to the corner of my mouth. Scooped the drool carefully — slow, deliberate — collecting his cum that had leaked out. My fingers were sticky, shining under the dim ceiling light. I didn’t rush. I didn’t act shy. I just stared at him — straight into his wide, stunned eyes. He was still frozen. Still standing like a statue. His arms loose at his sides. His cock drooping slightly now, still semi-hard, still glistening with leftover wetness. His whole body trembling slightly — not from fear, but from shock. From awe. From what had just happened. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I brought my cum-covered fingers to my mouth. One by one, slow and lazy, like I was feeding myself honey. Slid them past my lips. Sucked them clean. Swallowed every drop. While looking directly into his eyes. No blinking. No smiling. Just silent, deep, electric eye contact. I let him see everything. The way my cheeks hollowed slightly. The way my throat moved as I swallowed him down. The way my tongue licked the last taste off my fingertip. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Only after I swallowed fully — only after the taste faded from my mouth — did I lower my hand. Still no words between us. Just the sound of the fan spinning above. The distant night insects outside the window. And our breathing — uneven, hungry, wild. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I noticed the clock. On the far wall. 11:30 PM. Kartik’s flight must have landed somewhere far from this madness. Somewhere, he would be walking out of an airport. Trusting me. Trusting us. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I looked back at Arjun. His cock was shrinking now. Slowly. The thick, proud organ softening inch by inch — still glistening wet, still flushed from the rush. His face? God. He looked like a boy again. Lost. Awed. Broken. But standing there. For me. Still calling me anni in his heart, even after everything. Still worshipping me with his eyes. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- And me? I wasn’t finished yet. Not fully. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I stepped forward. One slow step. Another. Closing the distance. He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t dare breathe. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I raised my hand. Touched his face — softly, fingertips grazing his cheek. Felt the slight stubble starting to grow under his skin. Felt the heat of his cheek against my palm. Then I leaned forward. Lifted my face. And kissed him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- My first kiss. Our first kiss. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not rough. Not hungry. Just soft. Lips touching lips. A closed-mouth, breathy, shaking kiss. His lips were dry and cracked. Mine were still wet — slightly salty from him. I pressed once. Held. Breathed into him. His whole body shuddered. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I pulled back slowly. Looked into his eyes. Smiled a tiny, broken smile. Whispered: “Thank you…” Thank you for obeying. Thank you for not asking. Thank you for wanting me. Thank you for not stopping me when I crossed my own lines. Thank you for being the boy I never knew I needed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then… Without another word… I turned. Walked away. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- My panty clung between my legs, soaking every step. My breasts bounced freely with each move, nipples brushing air. I didn't pick up my saree. Didn't dress. Just walked naked but for a soaked panty into my bedroom. Locked the door. Leaned against it. Closed my eyes. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- And in the dark… I felt my own heartbeat pounding between my legs. Felt the taste of him still lingering on my tongue. Felt the shame. Felt the power. Felt the madness I had allowed to begin. And somewhere deep inside… I already knew. This was not the end. It was just the beginning. --------------------------------------------------------------------------
30-04-2025, 04:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 30-04-2025, 04:54 PM by Vijay42. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
OMG...Pavithra eats Arjun's sperm
Next Is Pavitra going to take Arjun's virginity? Pavithra and prakash track ....waiting Continue .... 
30-04-2025, 05:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 30-04-2025, 05:54 PM by val.coutinho. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Really nice and erotic story something different than the other stories, where only fast paced sex action is involved.... I like the dominance and in control behaviour of the main character (Pavitra).... I think sex between Arjun and Pavitra should happen after Prakash.... Prakash should get the upper hand of fucking her first and then it can proceed to Arjun...... But it all depends on the writer..... Hats off to your writing skills.....
Val
30-04-2025, 06:58 PM
First touch established, now the game is on for real.
30-04-2025, 07:29 PM
Raj is the first person she fell for. So she will open her legs only for him first. Order of priority. Bring more men and fuck this cock hungry whore.
30-04-2025, 09:16 PM
The door clicked shut behind me.
I stood there. Leaning lightly. The metal latch cool against my back. The fan above spun lazily, stirring the heavy night air. --------------------------------------------------------------- I didn't rush. Didn't move fast. Just stood. Breathing. Sinking. Floating. --------------------------------------------------------------- My body was hot. Inside my panty — a slow, thick wetness still sticking my thighs together. My nipples brushed lightly against the air — hard, aching, alive. --------------------------------------------------------------- The madness of what had happened minutes ago still hung thick around me. --------------------------------------------------------------- The taste of him still coating my tongue — salty, heavy, raw. The memory of his cock pulsing inside my mouth — alive, breaking, surrendering. The soft first kiss — dry lips, heavy breath, trembling heart. --------------------------------------------------------------- I stood there, drinking it all in. Slow. Calm. Heavy. --------------------------------------------------------------- But no shame hit me. No panic. No regret. --------------------------------------------------------------- Just a lazy, dirty, satisfied hum in my chest. In my thighs. In my leaking pussy. --------------------------------------------------------------- It was just a game. Right? Just a playful dare that got out of hand. Nothing serious. Nothing wrong. --------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled softly to myself. Small. Private. Wicked. --------------------------------------------------------------- At least… I didn’t let him fuck me. I didn’t open my legs. I didn’t cross the final line. Only mouth. Only taste. --------------------------------------------------------------- I shifted my weight slightly against the door. The soaked black panty sticking tighter between my lips with every tiny move. The wet cotton rubbing deliciously. --------------------------------------------------------------- My mind floated. Memories dancing. Thoughts mixing. --------------------------------------------------------------- Poor Arjun… He came so fast. In just three sucks. Didn't even last to enjoy properly. --------------------------------------------------------------- I sighed once, soft. --------------------------------------------------------------- Is he like Kartik also? Breaking too fast? Not able to hold a woman properly? --------------------------------------------------------------- The old ache inside my chest stirred. The ache that Kartik never really touched. Never really filled. --------------------------------------------------------------- All these years... Every time with Kartik... Over before I could even get fully wet. Over before my body even bloomed properly. --------------------------------------------------------------- Less than two minutes. Always. --------------------------------------------------------------- Leaving me open. Thirsty. Unsatisfied. --------------------------------------------------------------- I pushed my head back against the door. Eyes closed. Breathing deep. --------------------------------------------------------------- But then… a softer thought floated up. --------------------------------------------------------------- No. It's not fair. Arjun said he was a virgin during the game. No real touch before. No experience. Maybe that's why he exploded so fast. --------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled lazily again. --------------------------------------------------------------- Maybe if there's a next time... Maybe if I allow him... Maybe he can learn. Maybe he can grow. Maybe he can become better than his brother. --------------------------------------------------------------- A naughty thrill passed through my body. Making my nipples tighten again. Making my soaked pussy leak a little more into the ruined panty. --------------------------------------------------------------- I chuckled softly under my breath. Dirty. Dangerous. Private. --------------------------------------------------------------- Kartik must have landed by now. Somewhere far away. Calling a taxi maybe. Trusting me completely. Trusting his sweet wife waiting alone at home. --------------------------------------------------------------- He would never imagine — his sweet wife standing naked behind a locked bedroom door, sticky between her legs, burning inside, after swallowing his younger brother's first wild orgasm. --------------------------------------------------------------- I licked my lips once. Still tasting the salty ghost of Arjun’s seed. Still feeling the soft broken kiss. --------------------------------------------------------------- I pushed off from the door finally. Slow. Lazy. Heavy. --------------------------------------------------------------- Walked slowly to the bed. My breasts swaying freely under the night air. My panty squelching softly with every small step. --------------------------------------------------------------- Dropped onto the bed. Face down. Breasts flattened under me. Legs spread loose. Panty stretched tight across my swollen pussy lips. --------------------------------------------------------------- The sheets cool against my burning skin. The fan brushing my damp thighs. The clock ticking somewhere. --------------------------------------------------------------- And like that... Wet. Burning. Full of dirty secret smiles... I drifted into sleep. --------------------------------------------------------------- Morning. Around 7 AM. --------------------------------------------------------------- The fan still spun above lazily. The light through the window soft. Golden. --------------------------------------------------------------- I opened my eyes slowly. Breath slow. Body warm. Pussy still sticky inside the ruined panty. --------------------------------------------------------------- I moved one hand down. Felt the soaked cotton. Smiled lazily. --------------------------------------------------------------- Memories rushed back instantly: The sucking. --------------------------------------------------------------- The kissing. --------------------------------------------------------------- The swallowing. --------------------------------------------------------------- The madness. --------------------------------------------------------------- But no shame hit me. Only a soft wicked hum deep inside. --------------------------------------------------------------- I rolled out of bed. Feet brushing the cool marble. Pulled off the ruined panty. Dropped it in the laundry basket without ceremony. Sat on the toilet. Let the cold water wash my dirty sins away — but only from my skin. Not from my heart. --------------------------------------------------------------- I wiped. Washed. Toweled dry. --------------------------------------------------------------- Pulled a fresh soft cotton nighty over my naked body. No panty. No bra. Just soft cloth brushing my nipples. My thighs. My hips. --------------------------------------------------------------- I unlocked the door. Opened it slowly. --------------------------------------------------------------- The hall was silent. Sunlight drifting inside. Air cool. --------------------------------------------------------------- I padded softly barefoot to the sofa. Saw it immediately. --------------------------------------------------------------- Neatly folded: My saree. --------------------------------------------------------------- My petticoat. --------------------------------------------------------------- My blouse. --------------------------------------------------------------- Stacked carefully. Respectfully. --------------------------------------------------------------- My heart squeezed. Soft. Private. Silent. --------------------------------------------------------------- Even after everything... Still treating me like anni. Still worshipping me without touching. --------------------------------------------------------------- I turned. Moved to the kids' room. Pushed the door slightly open. Peeked inside. --------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun was sleeping. Flat on his stomach. Blanket half kicked off. His smooth young back exposed. One hip peeking from under the sheet. --------------------------------------------------------------- My eyes slid over him. Slow. Natural. Greedy. --------------------------------------------------------------- My body hummed. But I closed the door softly. Let him sleep. Let the young lion dream. --------------------------------------------------------------- I turned. Walked toward the kitchen. --------------------------------------------------------------- Nighty fluttering around my bare thighs. Breasts moving free under the cotton. --------------------------------------------------------------- Started making breakfast. Simple. Casual. Normal. --------------------------------------------------------------- But every breath still carried the ghost of salt. Every step still rubbed sticky memory between my thighs. --------------------------------------------------------------- And somewhere deep inside? The dirty queen smiled again. --------------------------------------------------------------- Opened the fridge door. The cool air kissed my bare legs. I reached in. Took out the steel dabba — dosa batter. Placed it carefully on the counter to warm up. --------------------------------------------------------------- The milk sat quietly on the side. The chutney mixer sat waiting. --------------------------------------------------------------- I tied my hair into a loose bun. Wiped my palms. Started cutting a few green chilies. A few fresh coriander leaves. Tossed them into the small mixer jar. Added grated coconut. Roasted dal. A pinch of salt. A little ginger. --------------------------------------------------------------- I moved slow. Relaxed. No rush. No tension on the surface. --------------------------------------------------------------- But inside? Still leaking slowly from last night. Still humming dirty secret songs between my thighs. --------------------------------------------------------------- The small noise of the knife tapping the board filled the kitchen. The sunlight crawling softly across the tiled counter. --------------------------------------------------------------- As I was adding a little water to the chutney mix, I heard soft footsteps behind. --------------------------------------------------------------- Turned slightly. --------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun. --------------------------------------------------------------- Stepping out of the kids' room. Sleepy. Messy hair. Same old grey sports pant and blue t-shirt from last night clinging loose on him. --------------------------------------------------------------- He stopped halfway. Eyes catching my body standing at the counter — nighty sticking softly to my back, my fresh damp hair loose, my bare legs peeking below. --------------------------------------------------------------- He blinked once. Then smiled awkwardly. --------------------------------------------------------------- "Good morning, anni," he said softly. Voice still boyish. Still carrying last night's secrets without saying a word. --------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled lazily over my shoulder. "Good morning, da," I said. Voice casual. Simple. --------------------------------------------------------------- I wiped my hands on the kitchen towel. Turned back to the mixer. Pressed the button. The chutney spun alive — thick creamy green circling under the blades. --------------------------------------------------------------- I could feel his eyes stuck on me. Not daring to come closer. Not daring to run away. --------------------------------------------------------------- When the mixer stopped, I leaned against the counter, facing him fully. Cupboard edge pressing softly against my hip. --------------------------------------------------------------- I sipped water from a steel tumbler. Then smiled sideways at him. --------------------------------------------------------------- "You've grown up, da..." I said softly. Voice slow, playful. --------------------------------------------------------------- He blinked. Face reddening slightly. --------------------------------------------------------------- "Started with a small card game..." I continued. "Ended up playing a bigger game altogether, ah?" --------------------------------------------------------------- He stammered lightly. "It was... just fun, anni..." he said. Trying to smile. Trying to hide. --------------------------------------------------------------- I sipped again. Let my eyes drift lazily down his body once — from messy hair, to awkward chest, to slim waist, to loose pant. Then back to his eyes. --------------------------------------------------------------- Soft. Teasing. Knowing. --------------------------------------------------------------- I said nothing more. Just smiled lazily. Turned back to the kitchen work. --------------------------------------------------------------- Let him burn quietly. Let him drown slowly in his own shy heat. --------------------------------------------------------------- He stood awkwardly for a few seconds. Then escaped with a mumbled: "I'll take bath, anni." --------------------------------------------------------------- "Okay, da," I said without turning. Pretending to adjust the chutney. --------------------------------------------------------------- He disappeared into the bathroom. The door clicked. Water started running. --------------------------------------------------------------- I leaned against the kitchen sink. The cool marble against my palms. --------------------------------------------------------------- Let my head fall back slightly. Eyes closing for one second. --------------------------------------------------------------- Breathing in: The smell of coconut chutney. --------------------------------------------------------------- The smell of clean morning soap. --------------------------------------------------------------- The leftover smell of sin floating under my skin. --------------------------------------------------------------- I shook myself back to work. Poured chutney into a small bowl. Set the plates neatly on the counter. Boiled milk on low flame. Tea leaves waiting. --------------------------------------------------------------- Around 10–12 minutes later, he came out. --------------------------------------------------------------- Hair wet. Chest damp. Towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Drops sliding down his back as he rushed into the small bedroom. --------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled slightly. Began heating the dosa tawa now. --------------------------------------------------------------- Took a ladle of dosa batter. Poured slowly onto the hot tawa. Spread it round — soft crispy smell filling the kitchen instantly. --------------------------------------------------------------- He came out dressed in simple jeans and t-shirt. Fresh. Young. Still carrying the guilt and sweetness of last night under his skin. --------------------------------------------------------------- I placed dosa on his plate. Hot. Crisp. With a soft dollop of chutney on the side. --------------------------------------------------------------- He sat down at the table. Ate quietly. Fingers breaking dosa. Dipping. Chewing. Swallowing. --------------------------------------------------------------- No heavy talk. No teasing now. Just tiny side glances. Tiny electric currents running between table and kitchen. --------------------------------------------------------------- He finished eating. Washed his plate. Picked up his bag. Shoes slipped on. Ready for office. --------------------------------------------------------------- Paused at the door. Turned slightly. --------------------------------------------------------------- "Bye, anni," he said. Voice soft. Eyes softer. --------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled. Casual. Normal. "Bye, da," I said. --------------------------------------------------------------- The door clicked shut softly behind him. --------------------------------------------------------------- And I stood there. Holding the ladle over the tawa. Nighty fluttering against my bare thighs. Breasts moving softly with each breath. Pantyless. Bra-less. Heart dripping. Body burning. --------------------------------------------------------------- And in the quiet Monday morning — I smiled. Soft. Wicked. Waiting for the next madness to find me. ---------------------------------------------------------------
30-04-2025, 09:21 PM
After Arjun left,
the house felt wide again. Empty. Too clean. Too silent. --------------------------------------------------------------- I moved around lazily. Gathered the tea cups from the kitchen counter. Wiped the dining table. Arranged the cushions on the sofa. --------------------------------------------------------------- The morning heat had started creeping in. Slow. Sticky. Sweat beading softly along my lower back. --------------------------------------------------------------- I tied the garbage bag. Placed it near the door. --------------------------------------------------------------- I walked toward the bathroom. Stripping off the nighty casually. Tossed it into the basket. Stepped under the cool shower. --------------------------------------------------------------- The water hit my body — washing away the leftover stickiness of yesterday, but not the secret hum inside my chest. That hum refused to leave. --------------------------------------------------------------- I washed quickly. Dried. Dressed simply. --------------------------------------------------------------- Soft white bra cupping my breasts firmly. Fresh panty hugging my clean thighs. Loose green chudi top — hugging my arms, falling softly over my curves. Matching pant pulled up snug. Dupatta thrown lightly across my chest. --------------------------------------------------------------- Simple. Clean. Proper. --------------------------------------------------------------- I sat on the sofa. Picked up the phone. Called the kids. --------------------------------------------------------------- Their happy noise filled my ear. Grandparents scolding them lovingly in the background. --------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled, nodded, laughed. Said the usual things — "eat well," "listen to paati," --------------------------------------------------------------- Call ended. House silent again. --------------------------------------------------------------- The clock showed 11:30. --------------------------------------------------------------- I put on some songs. Tamil old melodies. Soft SPB songs. Ilayaraja’s slow magic. --------------------------------------------------------------- The fan hummed lazily. The milk cooled quietly on the stove. --------------------------------------------------------------- I stretched out on the sofa. One knee tucked under me. Hand brushing lightly over the smooth cotton of my pant. --------------------------------------------------------------- Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. Just floating. --------------------------------------------------------------- Around 12 PM — the doorbell rang. Sharp. Breaking the sleepy heat. --------------------------------------------------------------- I got up. Adjusted my dupatta. Opened the door. --------------------------------------------------------------- Raj and Radhika stood outside. --------------------------------------------------------------- Radhika smiled warmly, holding two cloth bags heavy with fruits and vegetables. Raj stood slightly behind her, a travel bag slung casually on his shoulder. --------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled. Stepped back. "Come in," I said. --------------------------------------------------------------- They entered. Radhika moving first, fixing her saree. Raj following casually, head tilting slightly to the side, eyes flicking once toward me. --------------------------------------------------------------- I closed the door. Walked to the kitchen. Brought two glasses of water. Offered them. --------------------------------------------------------------- Radhika took a long sip. Wiping her mouth with the edge of her saree pallu. --------------------------------------------------------------- "We're leaving today," she said casually. "Temple festival... marriage also... lot of events." She laughed lightly. "Whole family called us." --------------------------------------------------------------- Raj said nothing. Just took a sip of water, watching me quietly over the rim of the glass. --------------------------------------------------------------- I nodded. Smiling politely. "Going for how long?" I asked. --------------------------------------------------------------- "Maybe a 2 weeks," Radhika said, adjusting her blouse. "Too many functions... can't escape," she added, laughing again. --------------------------------------------------------------- She lifted the bag slightly. "Mangoes," she said. "Fresh from our village farm. Thought will give you some before we leave." --------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled genuinely this time. Took the bag lightly. The smell of raw mangoes strong and fresh. --------------------------------------------------------------- "Thank you so much," I said. Voice warm. Real. --------------------------------------------------------------- "You should have tea or coffee before going," I offered, automatically. Old housewife habit. --------------------------------------------------------------- But Radhika shook her head immediately. "No, no... getting late... cab is already waiting." She smiled. "Next time we’ll sit and chat properly." --------------------------------------------------------------- Raj set his glass down. Slung his bag over his shoulder. --------------------------------------------------------------- I bent slightly to pick up their water glasses from the table. As I took Raj’s glass, I intentionally let my fingers brush his. --------------------------------------------------------------- Warm. Rough. Strong. --------------------------------------------------------------- A jolt passed between us. Just a heartbeat. Just a flicker. --------------------------------------------------------------- He looked at me once — half-second — a flash of something deeper. Something waiting. --------------------------------------------------------------- Then he looked away quickly. Masking it. Wiping his hands on his jeans casually. --------------------------------------------------------------- Radhika didn’t notice anything. Already adjusting her bangles, checking her mobile. --------------------------------------------------------------- They moved toward the door. I followed, carrying the mangoes carefully. --------------------------------------------------------------- "Take care," Radhika said, smiling. "You too," I said warmly. --------------------------------------------------------------- Raj gave a small casual nod. "See you later," he said. Voice easy. Friendly. But something heavy still hanging silently between us. --------------------------------------------------------------- I watched them walk to the lift. Their backs disappearing slowly. The door closing. --------------------------------------------------------------- I stood alone again. Holding the bag of mangoes. The soft smell of village summers floating up. --------------------------------------------------------------- And inside me... A slow naughty thought curled. --------------------------------------------------------------- The man I was secretly dreaming about... gone for a weeks. But my heart? Already wide open. Already curious. Already falling... maybe not for one. Maybe for two. Maybe for more. --------------------------------------------------------------- The day stretched silent and hot ahead. And inside my clean chudi? My pussy lips brushed softly together once. A small secret smile tugged my lips. --------------------------------------------------------------- The house lay silent under the heavy afternoon heat. The fan above my head spun lazily, pushing warm air across my sticky skin. I lay stretched on the bed, my pink chudi clinging to my damp body, the dupatta slipped somewhere near my waist. The mobile lay beside me. Dark. Still. The call was over. --------------------------------------------------------------- Kartik had called. His voice had been soft. Mechanical. I had asked him gently, "Is everything fine, Kartik?" He said, "Everything good here, pavi... office work done. Nothing dramatic" A small pause. Then again, "Take care." And the line had cut. --------------------------------------------------------------- It felt like he had just finished another item on his checklist. Work done. Wife checked. Nothing else. No hunger. No longing. No touch of love. Only dry duty. --------------------------------------------------------------- I dropped the phone on the table with a small tired sound. The fan above buzzed slowly. The heat hugged my body like a wet cloth. Sweat slid softly under my breasts. The pink cloth of my chudi clung to my stomach and sides. I turned my face toward the window. The sunlight outside was burning like fire. The road shimmered. The trees bent under the weight of heat. For one second, I thought — maybe go to temple. Maybe walk to the bakery. But the thought died quickly. Even standing up felt like a punishment now. --------------------------------------------------------------- I turned the fan speed to maximum. The motor groaned once. I curled into the pillow, hugging it softly to my chest. The smell of my own body — sweat and soap — floated around me. Slowly, slowly, sleep dragged me down again. --------------------------------------------------------------- When I opened my eyes, the house had changed its color. The sharp white was gone. Now the light was soft. Golden. Sleepy. The clock blinked lazily. 4:00 PM. --------------------------------------------------------------- I sat up slowly. My hair stuck to my forehead. My body felt heavy. The pink cloth peeled off my damp skin in small sticky sounds. I wiped my face once with my dupatta. It smelled of old sweat and air. --------------------------------------------------------------- My eyes drifted toward the door. There, sitting silently — the garbage bag. Same place since morning. Same duty still waiting. --------------------------------------------------------------- I gave a small smile. Some things are more faithful than husbands. --------------------------------------------------------------- Dragging myself up, I slipped my feet into the sandals lying near the door. The strap rubbed lightly against my foot. I grabbed the house keys from the hook, cool metal against my warm palm. Lifted the garbage bag. The plastic stretched slightly, making a soft crinkle. --------------------------------------------------------------- I opened the door. Stepped into the hot corridor. Pulled the door shut carefully. Turned the key. Heard the small dry click of the lock. Tugged the handle once. Safe. --------------------------------------------------------------- The garbage bag swung lazily from my hand as I walked toward the lift. My dupatta brushed against my chest softly. The pink cloth clinging here and there where the sweat hadn't dried. My body moved in lazy rhythm, half-asleep. --------------------------------------------------------------- I pressed the lift button. It lit up weakly under my thumb. The lift came after a few seconds. The doors opened with a slow tired sound. --------------------------------------------------------------- I stepped inside. Pressed 'G'. The lift smelled faintly of cleaning soap. The mirror caught my reflection. My hair messy. Face sleepy. Pink chudi slightly wrinkled and clinging to my body. My nipples rubbed lightly against the inner cloth as I breathed. My thighs brushed softly inside my pant, sticky from the heat. The garbage bag dangled from my wrist like a forgotten weight. --------------------------------------------------------------- The lift moved down slowly. Inside my head — blankness. No big thinking. No big dreaming. Just the slow weight of body and heat. --------------------------------------------------------------- The lift dinged softly. Ground floor. The doors slid open. --------------------------------------------------------------- I stepped out. Immediately, hot air rushed into my face. My skin burned slightly where the sweat was still wet. I adjusted my dupatta neatly over my chest, feeling the cotton stick softly against my breasts. My thighs brushed again with each step, the sticky dampness growing slowly between them. --------------------------------------------------------------- Without thinking, my eyes drifted toward the security cabin. --------------------------------------------------------------- Empty. The chair stood pushed back. The table fan turned lazily. A steel glass sat half-drunk on the desk. But no Prakash. No tall figure standing stiffly. No guilty smiles. No burning black eyes. --------------------------------------------------------------- A small pinch tightened quietly inside my chest. Only then, as my eyes searched that empty cabin, the memories floated up. --------------------------------------------------------------- One month ago, he had started staring at me. Bold. Without shame. I had caught him. Crushed him with words. Made him afraid. But after that... the lift incident, the terrace water tank cleaning, the moments where I had forced him to obey me, made him naked, made him small... --------------------------------------------------------------- Those moments were burning quietly under my skin even now. I had controlled him. Humiliated him. But somewhere, deep in my hidden body, something else had started. Something slow. Something dirty. Curiosity. Hunger. --------------------------------------------------------------- I had thought I crushed him. But maybe, he had left something behind inside me. A slow, wicked thirst. --------------------------------------------------------------- I pulled my eyes away from the empty cabin. Shook my head once softly. Foolish Pavitra. Foolish body. --------------------------------------------------------------- I shifted the garbage bag to my left hand. Started walking toward the garbage disposal corner. --------------------------------------------------------------- The sun outside was brutal. The cement under my sandals burned lightly. Sweat rolled down my back slowly. The pink chudi stuck tightly to my thighs, wrapping me inside a slow, warm stickiness. My chest rose and fell heavily as I moved. --------------------------------------------------------------- I reached the broken wall where the flats dumped their waste. The ground was dirty. The smell of old plastic and wet garbage hung in the air. Flies buzzed lazily. I didn’t waste time. I lifted the garbage bag with both hands. Dropped it inside the bin. It landed with a tired dull sound. Thud. ---------------------------------------------------------------
30-04-2025, 09:24 PM
I wiped my hands lightly against my pant,
adjusted my dupatta once, and turned around. My body moved lazily, still half floating in the slow afternoon heat. I started walking back toward the lift. The sandals slapped softly against the cement as I moved. Reached lift, entered, pressed 7, it started moving. --------------------------------------------------------------- The lift stopped with a soft sound. I came out slowly. The air outside was hot. My skin was sticky. My chudi was sticking to my back and legs. I walked slowly to my house. Every step I took, there was a small pain inside my lower stomach. I took out the key. Opened the door. The smell of home came to me — soap smell, cooking smell, and the smell of old cotton curtains. I went inside. Closed the door. Put the latch. I kept my sandals near the door. Walked slowly to the kitchen side. My hand was pressing my stomach softly. I went near the calendar. I turned the page. I saw the small red circle on today’s date. I smiled slowly. I understood. It was my period time. That is why there was pain. I turned and went to the bedroom. The pain was pulling inside my thighs and back also. --------------------------------------------------------------- Inside the bedroom, I removed my chudi slowly. The pant was stuck to my legs because of the sweat. The top was also sticking. I removed my bra also. I dropped all clothes in the laundry basket. I went to the bathroom. Took a quick bath. The cool water made me feel better. After coming out, I wiped my body. I wore a fresh panty with a napkin inside. Then I wore my soft blue cotton nighty. It was floating around my body. Soft. Loose. I tied my hair in a bun. I came to the bed. I laid down under the fan. The fan was spinning slowly. The air was moving on my skin. My lower stomach was still paining. But the bed was cool. I closed my eyes. Rested. --------------------------------------------------------------- Around 6 PM, the door opened. I heard footsteps. Bag kept on the sofa. I opened my eyes slowly. Arjun was there. He had come from office. He looked at me and came closer. "Anni... are you okay?" he asked softly. I smiled a little. "I got my periods, da. Little pain is there," I said. He looked worried. "Should I get medicine, anni?" he asked. I shook my head. "No need da. I just need to rest." He stood for one second. Then he said nicely: "I will order dinner today, anni. You take rest." I smiled softly. Said, "Okay da." He pulled his mobile. Started ordering food. I closed my eyes again. The pain was still there, but I felt peaceful. --------------------------------------------------------------- The nighty was brushing lightly on my body. I heard Arjun moving around quietly in the hall. --------------------------------------------------------------- At 8 PM, he called softly: "Anni... come da, food has come." I got up slowly. There was a small pull in my stomach when I moved. I came to the table. The nighty was floating around my legs. The smell of food was nice. Fried rice, parotta, gravy were kept neatly. I sat opposite to Arjun. We both ate slowly. No big talking. Just small smiles. Arjun was looking at me now and then. Worried, but not speaking anything. After eating, Arjun picked up the plates. Went and washed them. I felt soft inside. He was behaving very good. Caring. I smiled slowly. --------------------------------------------------------------- I came back to the bedroom. Laid down again. The fan was making slow noise. The house was silent. The pain was pulling inside my lower back. I hugged the pillow to my stomach. Closed my eyes. Inside my panty, the napkin was sitting quietly. The blood was flowing little by little. The nighty was touching my body softly. Slowly, the sleep came. --------------------------------------------------------------- Morning. Sunlight was coming through the window. I opened my eyes slowly. The pain had come down now. Only a little tiredness was there. I stretched my hands. Sat up on the bed. The nighty was floating around my legs. I went to bathroom. Freshened up. Changed into a fresh napkin and clean panty. Wore a soft green chudi. The house smelled clean. Morning soap smell, floor cleaner smell, little tea smell. --------------------------------------------------------------- The next four days went like a slow river. Morning time — talked to kids on phone. They were shouting, fighting, laughing. Evening time — small talks with Arjun. He brought fruits once. Sometimes we had tea together, sitting near the balcony. No big talking. No teasing. Arjun never spoke about the card game or the dare. He was behaving nicely. Softly. With respect. And I also behaved normal. I smiled softly. I moved around slowly. I did small small house work. Inside my body, the blood became less every day. By fourth day night, it stopped fully. --------------------------------------------------------------- Friday evening. I stood under the shower. The water was cool. My body felt fresh. My periods were over. I came out. Dried myself. I wore fresh cotton panty, and petticoat and tied it snugly. Wore a soft golden blouse with bra. I took the orange saree. Dbangd it neatly. Made clean pleats. Pinned the pallu nicely over my chest. I applied small round red bindi. Wore simple gold jhumkas. Tied my hair into a soft braid. Ready for temple. I looked at the mirror once. The woman inside the mirror smiled back. Simple. Clean. Calm. But deep inside, a small slow naughty song was still singing. --------------------------------------------------------------- I checked my bag once more. I adjusted my orange saree again. Tucked the pleats properly. Made sure the pallu was sitting nicely across my chest. I picked up my small handbag. Kept the keys inside. Wore my simple slippers. I was ready to go to the temple. I walked slowly toward the door. The evening light was falling inside the house softly. The fan above was moving lazily. Just as I touched the latch, I remembered Anusha. Maybe she would also like to come to temple. I smiled. Picked up my mobile and called her. The phone rang only once. "Hello Pavi!" she answered cheerfully. I smiled hearing her voice. "Anusha, I'm going to temple. Want to join?" I asked simply. "Yes! I was just getting ready. Give me five minutes," she said quickly. "Okay," I said. I kept the phone back inside my bag. Smiled softly. It would be nice to have her company. The clock showed 5:55 PM. --------------------------------------------------------------- After few minutes, the door opened. Footsteps came inside. It was Arjun. He looked tired but fresh — bag on one shoulder, hair messy, shirt creased. "Hi anni," he said with a smile. I smiled back. "Hi," I said softly. His eyes moved over me once. I was standing there — orange saree dbangd neatly, small red bindi, fresh jasmine flowers tucked behind my ear. I saw the change in his face. A small extra happiness lit up his eyes. His smile became warmer. I adjusted my pallu lightly. "I'm going to temple," I said. He nodded quickly. "Carry on anni. I'll freshen up," he said nicely. He dropped his bag on the sofa and went to his room. I smiled to myself. Picked up my bag properly. I opened the door. Stepped outside. Locked the door properly. --------------------------------------------------------------- I waited near the lift. The corridor was silent. Evening air was soft and warm. Within two-three minutes, Anusha came. She was wearing a tight-fitting light green chudi. Her pant matched perfectly. A thin dupatta was hanging from her neck. Her face was fresh. Her cheeks slightly pink. Hair tied into a small neat ponytail. She smiled brightly at me. "Hi Pavi!" she said. I smiled wide. "Hi. You are looking very cute today," I said warmly. The moment I said it, Anusha's cheeks became red. She dropped her eyes shyly to the floor. A soft shy smile played on her lips. She was blushing nicely. Looking even cuter now. Then after one second, she looked up again. Her eyes moved slowly over me. "You are even cuter, Pavi," she said softly. Her voice was full of honest admiration. "No one can beat you today. You are looking beautiful." I smiled, feeling a small warmth in my cheeks too. She stepped closer, looking at my saree. "And the way you have worn the saree... so perfect. It is sitting so nicely on you," she said happily. Her eyes were shining with true appreciation. I laughed softly. "Thank you," I said. Inside, I felt a small proud feeling. It felt nice. It felt sweet. Not like romance. Not like attraction. Just pure innocent girl-to-girl happiness. Simple admiration. --------------------------------------------------------------- "Come," I said softly. We both walked to the lift. --------------------------------------------------------------- The lift came within few seconds. We both stepped inside. I pressed the 'G' button. The lift doors closed slowly with a soft sound. Inside the lift, it was quiet. Only soft soap smell from Anusha’s chudi and cotton smell from my saree floated in the air. She stood beside me. Her dupatta touched my arm lightly when the lift moved slightly. --------------------------------------------------------------- My bag hung from my shoulder. My mind was floating slowly — temple thoughts, soft saree brushing my waist, evening breeze feeling cool against my arms. Without thinking much, my eyes moved casually. Just a small glance. A soft habit. Searching for someone. --------------------------------------------------------------- The lift reached ground floor. Doors opened with a soft ding. We both stepped out. While walking normally beside Anusha, without showing anything, my eyes casually searched once. For security. For Prakash. Just a soft look. Just a silent search. But I didn’t slow my steps. I didn’t turn my head openly. I kept walking beside Anusha — smiling lightly at her simple small talks. ---------------------------------------------------------------
30-04-2025, 10:28 PM
OMG, Arjun is also a wimp and two second cockie like karthik. what a waste game it turned out finally bringing the real face of the man. She will not like to play with him anymore. She should make him wear her dress like nighty, panty bra and treat him like woman.
01-05-2025, 01:11 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-05-2025, 01:13 AM by xossissippi. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Dear Yazhini
First of all I greatly greatly enjoyed the 'Lift Saga' and the 'Water tank' episode. For me these were one of the most erotic work I've ever read on internet, especially the Lift. The creativity is simply wild on another level! Your imagination is simply WOW! Not wanting to discourage you or anything but.... I am a bit disappointed with casual slipping of 'Incest Material' with the encounter between Pavitra and Arjun. I am reading this story clearly marked as 'Adultery' and believe there are many like me who expect story line related to 'Adultery' and not 'Incest'. I found it a bit surprising, even though things were eventually leading up to the events between the two, but still I was hoping that their interaction would only be limited to purely to infatuation or just weird sexual tension and nothing more. However I had not expected a full blown sexual encounter between the two. I understand you wanted to build that up to next level after the events with the watchman but I could not find that erotic at all but was rather shocked. Because I came here to read to 'Adultery' (as the story is aptly tagged so) and not 'Incest'. I understand people have different kinks believe me I have some wild ones (which I've expressed at the start of the story, ;) ) but 'Incest' isn't one of them. Hence even Xossipy also clearly demarcates between the two as separate categories. People who read 'Adultery' don't enjoy 'Incest'. Dear Yazhini if there are further plans on more sexual encounters with between Arjun and Pavitra or if the story is divulging more into 'Incest' story line could you kindly change the category of the story from 'Adultery' to 'Incest' so that it reaches the right audience. Or at least provide a 'Cautionary Alert' before the start of such encounters and towards the end, so those chunks of story can be avoided by readers all together. Your writing is absolutely fire and I appreciate all the great efforts it took. I look forward to those fiery updates!! 
01-05-2025, 02:21 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-05-2025, 07:11 AM by Vijay42. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
She's mad....
Pavithra's chosen partners ..... Karthik 3 Minutes..... Arjun 5 Minutes ..... next???? .... Continue .....
01-05-2025, 08:00 AM
The story is progressing very well. Write the way you want. We are enjoying it reading, you are enjoying it writing. No pressure.
01-05-2025, 08:56 AM
(01-05-2025, 01:11 AM)xossissippi Wrote: Dear Yazhini Only sex with blood relation are called as incest. sex with husband brother is not incest 
01-05-2025, 09:05 AM
(01-05-2025, 01:11 AM)xossissippi Wrote: Dear Yazhini Thanks for your comment and for engaging with the story. I just want to clarify — the relationship explored in the story is between a woman and her brother-in-law, which means there’s no blood relation between them. So technically, it’s not incest, but rather a non-blood taboo relationship. The story is tagged as Adultery because the main character is married and engaging in relationships outside her marriage. The taboo angle is emotional and social — not incestuous in the biological sense. I understand this may still feel uncomfortable to some readers, and I respect that completely. That’s why I now included a content warning in the 1st post, so people can choose whether or not it’s for them. ?
01-05-2025, 09:58 AM
(01-05-2025, 09:05 AM)yazhiniram Wrote: Thanks for your comment and for engaging with the story. I just want to clarify — the relationship explored in the story is between a woman and her brother-in-law, which means there’s no blood relation between them. So technically, it’s not incest, but rather a non-blood taboo relationship. Well explained.... It's a good story and the plot also is excellent..... Your writing is awesome..... Keep it up and please see that the updates are regular.... Otherwise the charm of the story will go away.... Also please mention if there will be delay from your end to post the next update as it will keep the hopes of us readers alive.....
Val
01-05-2025, 10:25 AM
(01-05-2025, 09:58 AM)val.coutinho Wrote: Well explained.... It's a good story and the plot also is excellent..... Your writing is awesome..... Keep it up and please see that the updates are regular.... Otherwise the charm of the story will go away.... Also please mention if there will be delay from your end to post the next update as it will keep the hopes of us readers alive..... Val I would strongly disagree with you about the updates. The frequency of updates on this story has been outstanding and unmatched... You need to comment about updates to other "BIG" writers where you have to beg/remind for the next update for days/weeks/months before they decide to post something. So I clearly do not agree with you on this
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