Adultery DISEASE

[OLDWINE]

THAT EVENING


Natasha can feel her heart pounding against her chest as she holds the package in her hands. She had never received anything like this before. The familiar handwriting on the attached note sent shivers down her spine. 

Her mind raced with thoughts, and her palms grew damp as she carefully opened the package. A delicate transparent yellow saree, a skimpy backless sleeveless blouse, and a pair of black lingerie greeted her, sending a rush of heat through her body. 

Her eyes widened at the sight of them, her heart thudding in her chest. She is surprised that Mr.Gupta even got her measurements right.

She suspects that Mr.Gupta sent her these as soon as possible before he forgot about their conversation in the afternoon. Even with such reasons, this is a highly bold step taken by Mr.Gupta.

Natasha's mind was flooded with mixed emotions. She is a married woman, but Vishal's note and the alluring garments in front of her entice her with the possibility of an exciting time she could have with an older, experienced man than her husband and could make her forget the responsibilities of her new married life for a while.

She knew that Vishal was attracted to her, and it was no secret that he had been flirtatious with her occasionally when he is mentally stable.

 Natasha tried to maintain a cordial relationship with him, but she feels that last evening, she crossed a line while feeling pitiful about Mr.Gupta's condition when she danced with him.

On one hand, her marriage, and on the other, Vishal's attention has forbidden promises. She can't just throw it all away for whimsical passion. However, Vishal's bold actions and the provocative garments in her hand left her in a dilemma.

Natasha's mind is in a whirl as she tries to decide what to do. She knows deep down that going to Vishal's house wearing these would be crossing a line, but the thought of experiencing something new and exhilarating is tempting. She tries to push away the image of herself dressed in the seductive saree and lingerie, but it lingers in her mind, fueling her desire.

But the thought of going to his house in them filled her with a sense of guilt as if she was being unfaithful to her husband.

Then she convinces herself: I am not really going to cheat on  Pritam. I only want Vishal to start talking about the disputed property. That's all.
I had to wear a chiffon saree at his request yesterday already. What harm would it do if I wore a different one for another day? It's not like I am going to have sex with him.

As the evening draws closer, the temptation of experiencing something different, something forbidden, fills her mind with excuse after excuse.

 Eventually, arousal floods her body at the thought of what Vishal has planned for her.

At one point, without hesitation, she slides into the black lingerie; it is as if she is stepping into an alter-ego. Her inhibitions melt away, and her desires take over. 

She is no longer the good housewife next door but a woman unleashed, ready to indulge in the fantasy of  younger woman-older man dynamic.

Natasha slipped into the low-hip saree, taking her time to dbang it perfectly over her body. The sheer fabric caressed her skin. 

She then slipped into the backless blouse, her fingers tracing the delicate fabric as she fastened it behind her back. The sight of her exposed back in the mirror made her gasp, the naughtiness of it all creating a heat between her thighs.


Natasha stands in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed and enticed at the sight of herself in the slutty, sleeveless backless blouse and low-hip saree Vishal had chosen for the evening.

Her blouse hugged her ample breasts, pushing them up and giving her a delicious cleavage. Her back is bare, the thin straps of the blouse barely holding it in place, leaving the rest of her smooth skin exposed. 

The fabric of her saree is a soft, silky material that clung to her curves, emphasizing her round hips. 

The pallu hung low on her hips, teasing a glimpse of her thong and the curve of her ass. She couldn't help but run her hands down her sides, feeling the heat of her own skin and reveling in the way her body looked.

As she turns to the side, the low cut of her blouse reveals a tantalizing amount of sideboob, drawing attention to her hourglass figure. Her saree dbangd low at the back, leaving her smooth, toned back exposed.

The backless blouse revealed the delicate curve of her spine, leading down to the barely there fabric of her saree, which sat low on her hips. 

Like yesterday, she wraps a shawl around her body to hide herself before leaving her house through the back door to reach Mr.Gupta's house.

With her heart racing and her body trembling with anticipation, Natasha made her way to Vishal's house. As she reached his doorstep, she could feel her pulse pounding in her ears.

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After leaving Mr.Gupta's place, Rocky went to see his friends.

At some point, someone noticed a jute bag hanging from his bike.

"Dude, since when did you become so conscious about the environment?" One of his friends points towards the eco-friendly jute bag.

Rocky immediately remembers that it is Mr.Gupta's.

He decided that he would return it when he would reach their locality.

When he arrives at  Mr.Gupta's house, he notices a shawl-wrapped feminine figure disappear into Mr.Gupta's house coming out from Pritam Bhaiya's house.

The distance between the houses  is very short, and even in low light, Rocky recognizes that silhouette. 

It was definitely Natasha Bhabi, but what shocked him the most was the yellow saree she was wearing beneath that shawl. In a split second, Rocky did not make any mistake in identifying that it was the same saree Mr.Gupta bought in the afternoon.

Rocky is dumbfounded as he knows what else Mr.Gupta has bought along with that saree.