Adultery DISEASE

[OLDWINE]

That Evening


VISHAL



I anticipated defiance from Natasha when I asked her to wear a saree for me when she nonchalantly agreed to it, probably thinking as an Alzheimer's patient, I would forget about it.


So, I staged that fake memory-loss episode and disheveled behavior in the morning. I am hoping that the stunt worked and that she will not deny my puppy-eyed request this time.
I am wearing a formal pant shirt to give her a hint that right now, I have my faculty intact.

Natasha doesn't disappoint. She reaches my house around 6 pm in the evening, wrapping a light shawl around her body; autumn is getting chilly this time of the day.

"Hello, Vishal, how are you feeling..." she purred, her eyes roaming over my body, "Oh wow...You have dressed up ".She is accustomed to seeing me only in a T-shirt and pajamas.

While speaking, she takes off her shawl from her body.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. She is a vision in a red saree with a low-cut blouse that shows off her ample bosom. I couldn't believe my luck.
'Wow, you look amazing,' I stutter, trying to maintain my character.

The rich fabric of Natasha's red saree hugged her curves and accentuated her features. The semi-sheer material dbangd delicately over her body, revealing just enough skin to tease.

Her blouse, a deep shade of crimson, is a snug fit, leaving much to the imagination but revealing just enough to entice. 

It has a low-cut neckline that showcases her ample cleavage and exposes her toned stomach. The delicate golden embroidery that adorned the blouse glints under the light, adding to the seductive appeal of the ensemble.

Her smoky eyes are lined with kohl, making them look even more enchanting. Her lips are painted a deep red, giving her a sultry and mysterious look.

Natasha's smile widened, noticing the admiration and longing in my eyes as she took a step back, allowing me to take in her whole appearance. "Do you like it?' she asks, twirling around playfully.


My eyes turn from side to side, admiring the saree's intricate design and the way it hugged her curves in all the right places. The backless blouse celebrated her feminine form, the thin straps adding a touch of elegance and sophistication to the overall look.

She is running her fingers through her long, dark hair, the loose strands falling elegantly over her shoulders as I gawk at her shamelessly.

I move closer to her and remark," Yes, I do like it..".

With a slight tilt of my head, I unhook her hair, letting it fall down in cascading waves. It framed her face, enhancing her features and making her look even more irresistible, "Now I absolutely love it." I step back, leaving her personal space to herself.

Natasha blushed hard. She was not expecting me to be so straightforward.

"Thank you.." She lets out a throaty, nervous chuckle.

"No, thank you, my dear Natasha, for fulfilling the request." I sound gleeful.

Natasha giggles, "You're a naughty one, Vishal. I never took you for the type to make such requests.'

I smirk, "Oh, I am just an old man who loves youth, and you, my dear, are a fountain of youth."

Natasha curls her lips, flattered by flirting, and drops her eyelashes.

"Oh oh...Vishal ..you haven't tied your laces." She notices while looking downwards.
It was intentional from my side. As an Alzheimer's patient, I am supposed to forget little things, like tying shoelaces.

"Oh I ...." I stammer, sounding embarrassed.

"It's alright.I will get it." Natasha doesn't want me to feel ashamed.

She comes forward and kneels to tie my shoes.

"No no.. you don't need to do that." I feign protest.

"Let me help you with that,' she purred, her fingers lightly grazing my ankle as she reached for my shoelaces.

My heart is pounding in my chest as her slender fingers deftly tie my shoelaces. My mind is a blur of conflicting emotions – deceit, desire, and a hint of fear at the intensity of my attraction towards Natasha.

My eyes followed the valley of her blouse, and I was met with a sight that took my breath away.

My eyes are glued to her cleavage. It is a sight to behold, the swell of her breasts barely contained by her blouse. Those are perfectly round and full, like two ripe peaches begging to be touched.

The way her blouse stretched over her ample breasts from this angle made my heart race. I can feel my cheeks flush as I imagine burying my face in between her bosoms.

 I can't tear my eyes away from them. How soft and supple those must feel in my hands, I wonder.

"There you go...now your gentleman gets up is complete." She smiles at me, and I quickly avert my eyes from her breasts.


"Thank you, Natasha." 

She gets up, managing her pallu, "Why are you wearing formal shoes in your home?"  She asks.

I smile shyly," I was hoping to have a dance with you."

"I see.." Natasha's eyes twinkled." Did you used to do that with your  old flame?" She taunts me.

"Yes and she liked it very much. I still got some moves." I try to pique her interest.
Natasha looks hesitant.

"I promise it won't be anything explicit, Natasha," I assure her, getting bolder, my gaze never leaving her, "Just a little flirting, a little role-playing. It'll be our little secret."

Natasha blushed at the words, probably feeling guilty for even considering it. But there was something in my pleading eyes and mannerisms that made her want to fulfill my wish. 

"Okay, Vishal, You may have this dance," she gives her consent.