Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[Zoz34]

Tanya’s POV:

In the quiet of her opulent apartment, Tanya waited eagerly for Vishal to arrive. The space around her was luxuriously furnished, yet tonight it felt oddly cold without her husband, who was away on a business trip for the next two days. The absence of his presence had made the anticipation of Vishal's visit all the more intense.

She couldn't help but blush as her mind wandered to thoughts of her lover. Her fantasies were vivid and intoxicating—Vishal, with his undeniable magnetism, taking control of her, ravishing her in their special places. The image of him in her marital bed, the same one that had seen countless mundane nights, now being transformed into a playground for their forbidden pleasures, filled her with a deep sense of excitement.

It was surreal how easily she had been seduced by Vishal about a month ago. The memory of that night was still fresh in her mind. The party had been an ordinary affair, but Vishal had turned it into a night she would never forget. His initial approach was smooth, his charm irresistible. She had been drawn to him, captivated by his confidence and the way he made her feel special and desired.

Tanya remembered how he had navigated the evening with a mix of subtle flirtation and bold advances. It wasn’t long before he had cornered her on the balcony, their conversation shifting from casual to intensely personal. His touch, though tentative at first, had quickly turned into something far more passionate. The way he had looked at her, the way he spoke to her—every word and gesture had been calculated to seduce.

As the party wound down, Vishal had whispered things in her ear that made her heart race and her body respond eagerly. By the end of the night, she had found herself giving in to his advances, her desires and frustrations with her own marriage bubbling to the surface. Vishal had been a master of seduction, exploiting her need for excitement and validation.

Tonight, she was eager to relive that magic. With her husband away, the apartment was her playground, and Vishal was her awaited guest. As she adjusted her attire and prepared the space for their meeting, she felt a thrill of anticipation. The memory of their previous encounters had set the stage for what she hoped would be another night of unbridled passion and escapism.


Blast of the past:

At the party, Vishal’s eyes lingered on Tanya as soon as she entered. The seductive allure of her saree immediately captivated him, drawing his attention away from the rest of the room.  " />Newly married, she played the part of a doting wife, but her eyes told a different story—one of restlessness and longing for more. Her husband, an average man with a slightly soft physique, chatted aimlessly, unaware of the magnetic energy between his wife and the man standing across the room.

As Tanya sipped her drink, scanning the room, Vishal smirked to himself. She wasn’t content, and he knew it. It was time to make his move.

**Vishal**: (Noticing Tanya across the room, his gaze lingering appreciatively as he takes in the seductive allure of her saree) "You know, this saree is exquisite, but it’s not just the fabric that’s captivating me tonight."

Tanya's saree clung to her body like a second skin, a luxurious, silk fabric that shimmered under the party lights. The saree, in a deep, seductive shade of crimson, was dbangd in a way that accentuated every curve of her figure. The material flowed elegantly around her, pooling slightly at her feet, but it was the way the fabric was gathered and pinned that drew attention.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

The blouse was cut daringly low, with a plunging neckline that revealed a generous expanse of her cleavage, hinting at the softness beneath. Her midriff was left tantalizingly exposed by the saree's design. The fabric was pulled taut across her abdomen, the midriff showcasing her toned, flat stomach. Her navel, perfectly centered and adorned with a delicate gem, was an inviting focal point. It peeked out enticingly, accentuated by the thin, transparent fabric that dbangd over it, leaving just enough to the imagination.

As she moved, the saree shifted, the sheer, almost translucent fabric revealing glimpses of her smooth skin beneath. Each step caused the fabric to cling tighter, accentuating the curve of her hips and the flare of her waist. The saree’s intricate embroidery, done in gold thread, traced delicate patterns that seemed to highlight the contours of her body. The way it wrapped around her, leaving her navel exposed and framed by the flowing material, made her look both sophisticated and provocatively alluring.

The overall effect was a mesmerizing combination of elegance and seduction, leaving no doubt that Tanya was a woman who commanded attention, her attire a tantalizing promise of the adventurous spirit within.


**Tanya**: (With a playful smile, she saunters closer, her hips swaying provocatively) "Oh? And what, pray tell, has your attention, Mr. Vishal?"

**Vishal**: (His eyes darkening with desire, his voice a low purr) "It’s the way you’re wearing it. The way it dbangs over your curves and accentuates every enticing inch of you. The way you move... it’s like the saree was designed to highlight the most seductive parts of you."[img]<a href=[/img]" />

**Tanya**: (Tilting her head slightly, her gaze locked with his as she places a hand on her exposed midriff) "Is that so? You’re making me blush. But I must say, it’s quite a compliment coming from you."

**Vishal**: (Moving a step closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper) "Oh, it’s more than just a compliment. It’s admiration. The way the fabric clings to your skin, leaving just enough to the imagination… it’s irresistible. And that exposed midriff, with just a hint of your soft curves, makes me want to explore every inch."

**Tanya**: (A soft, sultry laugh escapes her lips as she feels his eyes roaming over her) "You do have a way with words. But tell me, what exactly are you imagining right now?"

**Vishal**: (Leaning in, his breath warm against her ear) "I’m imagining how it would feel to trace the lines of that saree with my fingers, to see how you’d react as I explore those tempting curves. You’ve turned this elegant attire into something utterly provocative."

**Tanya**: (Her breath hitching slightly, a seductive glint in her eye) "Well, if I’m turning heads, I must be doing something right. And if I’m making you imagine things, I suppose that’s an added bonus."

**Vishal**: (His hand brushing lightly against her arm, his touch lingering) "Oh, you’re definitely doing something right. And believe me, it’s making it hard to focus on anything but the way you’re making me feel."

**Tanya**: (Biting her lip playfully) "Then maybe you should join me for a private conversation. Who knows what other temptations we might discover?"

**Vishal**: (Smiling wickedly) "I’d like that very much."

As their conversation continued, the tension between them grew palpable. Tanya, though married, couldn’t deny the thrill Vishal ignited in her. She felt alive in a way she hadn’t for a long time, and that feeling was intoxicating. The party buzzed around them, but for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the room.

**Vishal**: (His gaze intensifying) "You know, you stand out here."

**Tanya**: (Feigning surprise, but intrigued) "Excuse me?"

**Vishal**: (His voice low, deliberate) "In a room full of people who seem satisfied with the ordinary, you seem like someone who's looking for more."

**Tanya**: (A playful smile creeping onto her face) "And you think you can read me, just like that?"

**Vishal**: (Chuckling softly) "It’s not hard to see. The way you’ve been scanning the room all night, not really engaging. Even with your husband nearby, it’s clear something’s missing." (He leans in, his voice barely above a whisper) "Tell me, when’s the last time you felt... truly alive?"

**Tanya**: (Her heart racing at the boldness of his words, she sips her drink, trying to stay composed) "That’s a dangerous question to ask a married woman."

**Vishal**: (Smirking, his eyes darkening) "Dangerous? Or exciting? Sometimes the two go hand in hand."

**Tanya**: (Her breath catches, but she recovers quickly) "You’re assuming too much."

**Vishal**: (His grin widening, teasing) "Am I? Or am I just saying what you’ve been thinking?" (His hand brushes lightly against her arm, sending a shiver through her) "I can tell you’re not the type to settle... not for an ordinary life, not for an ordinary man."

**Tanya**: (Her pulse quickening as she feels the chemistry between them growing) "And what makes you think you’re extraordinary?"

**Vishal**: (Leaning closer, his breath warm against her skin) "I don’t have to think. I know." (His eyes locked with hers) "But the question is... how long are you going to pretend you don’t want something more?"

**Tanya**: (Feeling her resolve weakening, her voice lowering as the tension builds) "And if I did?"

**Vishal**: (Smiling wickedly, his fingers grazing her waist lightly) "Then you’d find out just how adventurous life can get when you’re with the right person." (He whispers) "Come with me."

**Tanya**: (Torn between the thrill of temptation and the voice of caution, her body reacting to his nearness) "I... I can’t."

**Vishal**: (Not backing down, he steps even closer, his presence intoxicating) "You can’t... or you’re afraid you’ll like it too much?"

**Tanya**: (Hesitating, biting her lip as his words sink in. She knows he’s right, and the temptation is growing too strong to ignore.)

**Vishal**: (With a smile that sends a thrill through her) "You don’t have to decide tonight. But we both know this isn’t over." (His fingers linger on her waist before he pulls away, leaving her breathless) "Think about it, Tanya."

As Vishal walked away, Tanya’s pulse raced. She knew that he had planted a seed of temptation, one she couldn’t shake off so easily. The adventurous side of her, the side her husband had never truly awakened, stirred to life.


Later in the evening, as the party buzzed with laughter and conversation, Tanya found herself standing beside her husband, a glass of wine in her hand. He was his usual self—friendly but a little too oblivious for her liking, especially tonight. She was still reeling from her earlier exchange with Vishal, her body humming with a lingering excitement that refused to fade.

Just as she took a sip from her glass, her husband nudged her arm, causing her to glance up.

**Husband**: (Grinning cluelessly) "Tanya, I want you to meet someone. This is Vishal, one of the sharpest guys in the room. We were just talking business, but you know how it goes."

Vishal appeared, all confidence and charm, his eyes immediately locking onto Tanya's. His expression was unreadable to anyone else, but to her, the tension was unmistakable. He didn’t flinch, his gaze sweeping over her once again, appreciating every seductive curve of her saree. He made no effort to hide it, his eyes lingering on the dip of her exposed midriff before meeting hers with a knowing smirk. 

**Vishal**: (His voice smooth, a hint of mischief in his tone) "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tanya. Your husband’s told me a lot about you."

**Tanya**: (Her heart fluttering, but she maintains her composure, smiling coyly) "All good things, I hope."[img]<a href=[/img]" />

**Vishal**: (His gaze lingering a bit too long, voice low) "Oh, only the best. But seeing you now, I think he left out a few important details."

Her husband laughed, completely missing the undercurrent between them.

**Husband**: (Chuckling, oblivious) "Vishal’s quite the charmer, huh? But hey, he’s right. She’s something else, isn’t she?"

Tanya resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her husband’s obliviousness. He had no idea. No idea that Vishal's gaze wasn’t one of casual admiration, but of raw desire. His eyes were devouring her, and the more her husband prattled on, the more emboldened Vishal became. Tanya felt the air between them crackling, a silent conversation passing between them with each stolen glance.

**Vishal**: (His eyes dark with intent, his voice smooth) "He’s right. You’re... captivating."

Tanya’s breath hitched slightly. Her husband, once again, was too caught up in his own world to notice the way Vishal’s eyes raked over her, pausing just briefly on the soft curve of her waist, the exposed sliver of skin between her saree and blouse. She felt a heat rising in her, a familiar pull towards Vishal's boldness. Every second in his presence was an electric tease.

Her husband, none the wiser, patted Vishal on the shoulder and excused himself to grab another drink. Tanya and Vishal were left alone, the tension now palpable.

**Tanya**: (Her voice soft, teasing) "You’re being awfully bold tonight."

**Vishal**: (Stepping closer, his voice a low rumble) "Bold? I’d call it honest. And I can tell you like it."

**Tanya**: (Smirking, her heart racing at his proximity) "And what if I do?"

**Vishal**: (His fingers grazing the small of her back, his touch sending shivers through her) "Then you know exactly where this is headed."

Her body reacted instinctively, drawn to his touch, to his confidence, to the way he made her feel alive. The heat of his fingers against her bare skin felt like fire, igniting something deep within her. Her mind raced, but her body was already betraying her desires. She glanced around briefly to make sure her husband was still out of sight before turning back to Vishal.

**Tanya**: (Her voice barely above a whisper, lips curving into a wicked smile) "You’re trouble."

**Vishal**: (Leaning in, his lips just inches from her ear, his breath warm against her skin) "Only the kind you’ve been craving."

She bit her lip, her pulse quickening as his words sunk in. Vishal was dangerous, and yet, every inch of her body was drawn to him. The way he touched her, the way his eyes burned with desire, the way he made her feel seen in a way her husband never could—it was intoxicating. 

**Vishal**: (His fingers trailing lightly along her waist, the slightest touch enough to send a jolt through her) "You’re even more beautiful up close."

Tanya felt herself leaning into his touch, every nerve in her body on high alert. She knew this was dangerous, but she couldn't pull away. Vishal was right—this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. And as she stood there, her husband still completely unaware, she realized she didn’t want it to be.




As more people joined the group, the conversation became livelier, and Tanya’s husband, as usual, engaged himself with enthusiasm. Tanya, however, was no longer interested in the mundane chatter. Her mind was on Vishal—his boldness, the way he had looked at her as if she were the only woman in the room, his touch still burning on her skin. She could feel his eyes on her even amidst the crowd.

With a sly smile, she leaned into her husband, brushing her hand lightly on his arm.

**Tanya**: (In a soft, almost dismissive tone) "I need to go to the washroom. I’ll be back in a few."

Her husband nodded absently, too caught up in the conversation to notice her wandering thoughts or the glances exchanged between her and Vishal. She excused herself politely from the group, but as she turned, she allowed her eyes to linger on Vishal. The intensity of her gaze wasn’t lost on him.

She didn’t say a word, but her look spoke volumes. It was a challenge—a deliberate, calculated dare. Her lips curled into a knowing smile as her eyes locked with his, silently telling him to follow her, to take the bait. It was a game now, one she was fully immersed in, and she was inviting him to play.

As she walked away, her hips swayed provocatively, the saree clinging to her curves in a way that felt almost intentional. [img]<a href=[/img]" /> Each step was slow, deliberate, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. She could feel his gaze burning into her back, following her every move.

She reached the hallway leading to the restrooms, glancing back over her shoulder, her eyes locking with Vishal’s from across the room. Her pulse quickened, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. He hadn’t moved yet, but she could see it in his eyes—the temptation, the desire. She was daring him to follow, daring him to take this further.

And she knew, without a doubt, that he would.


As Tanya made her way back from the washroom, her pulse still racing from the thrill of their silent exchange, she barely had time to react when a strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. Before she could gasp, she was pulled into a dark, secluded corner of the hallway where the noise of the party seemed distant, almost forgotten. 

The space was dimly lit, just enough for her to see the unmistakable figure of Vishal standing in front of her, his eyes burning with desire. There was no hesitation. He pushed her gently against the wall, his body pressed against hers, his breath hot on her skin. [img]<a href=[/img]" />

Without a word, his lips crashed onto hers, the kiss intense and urgent. The wet sound of their lips meeting filled the air, mingling with the heavy breaths they both struggled to contain. His hands roamed over her body, fingers gripping her waist, pulling her closer, as if the earlier tension had finally erupted into this moment. 

Tanya’s heart raced, her body responding instinctively. She could taste the heat of his desire in every kiss, in the way his mouth moved against hers, insistent and hungry. She let out a soft moan, her arms wrapping around his neck, losing herself in the heat of the moment.

The hallway around them disappeared; it was just the two of them, locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies pressed together in the dark, forbidden corner. The kiss deepened, the wet sounds echoing in the stillness, as their hands explored one another in a way neither had dared to earlier.


As Vishal's hands roamed over her body, they moved with a sense of urgency and purpose. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, then traveled lower, gripping her hips as he pressed her even closer. Tanya could feel the heat of his touch through the delicate fabric of her saree, sending shivers down her spine.

Her own hands, now emboldened by the intensity of the moment, slid up his chest, feeling the strength beneath his shirt. She grasped at him, pulling him closer as her fingers explored his toned muscles, her body craving the contact as much as her mind warned against it.

As their bodies pressed together, she suddenly became aware of something hard against her stomach. She felt Vishal's arousal, unmistakable and growing. The bulge pressed firmly into her, and the realization made her breath hitch, her body reacting to the knowledge of his desire for her.

It felt large, insistent, and sent a wave of excitement coursing through her. Their kisses became even more heated, her hands instinctively sliding down his chest toward his waist as she felt his body tense against hers. The tension, the temptation, the undeniable chemistry—it all spiraled into something electrifying as she allowed herself to sink deeper into the moment, her mind consumed by the feel of him, the size of him pressing into her, making it harder to resist.



Tanya, emboldened by the earlier encounter, led Vishal through the quieter 
Tanya, emboldened by the earlier encounter, led Vishal through the quieter parts of the venue, her eyes darting back occasionally to meet his, a knowing smile playing on her lips. They moved past the noise of the party, slipping into a secluded corner where no one would think to look. The tension between them had reached its breaking point, and she could feel his presence right behind her, his desire palpable.


She leaned against the wall, her saree slightly disheveled from the hurried pace, her midriff exposed more than before. Vishal’s hands, strong and deliberate, immediately found her waist. His fingers traced the soft skin of her midriff, slowly exploring the exposed flesh. His touch was firm yet gentle, sending shivers down her spine. He moved closer, his breath warm against her neck, his lips brushing her ear as his hands roamed over the delicate curves of her body.

Tanya let out a soft sigh, her body responding to his every movement. His fingers pressed lightly into her waist, teasing her, feeling the warmth of her skin under his hands. He was intoxicated by the softness of her midriff, his thumb gently brushing the small curve of her belly. The connection between them grew with each passing second, the quiet, hidden space amplifying the intensity of the moment.

She let him explore, her own hands running through his hair as she bit her lip, enjoying every second of this forbidden pleasure. The air around them felt heavy with desire, their world shrinking to just the two of them in that private, far more secluded place where no one else existed.


As Vishal’s hands continued to explore her midriff, their lips met again, this time with even more intensity. The kiss was deep, passionate, and filled with the kind of hunger that had been building between them all evening. Their mouths moved together, tongues teasing and tasting, the wet sounds of their kiss filling the secluded space. Tanya’s fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as she pressed herself against him.

But then, breaking the kiss, she pulled back slightly, her breath heavy, her eyes dark and filled with desire. Without a word, she slowly sank to her knees in front of him, her gaze never leaving his. There was a confidence in her movements, a knowing smirk on her lips as she looked up at him, teasing him with her eyes as she ran her hands down his thighs. 

Vishal’s breath hitched, his body responding instantly to the shift in power. Tanya, still on her knees, looked up at him with a look that was both seductive and commanding, her hands exploring as she took control of the moment, making it clear that she was no longer just being led—she was now leading the way into forbidden territory.


“Now,” he starts, pulling me out of the trance I’m in, “on your knees.” His words hit me hard, the tone of his voice leaving no room for a snappy comeback. . “Good,” he whispers, and Tanya reach for him with both my hands, moving almost unconsciously. She  feel the leather on his belt, and  start unbuckling it, the metallic clink of the buckle sliding off sending a shiver up my spine. Her eyes widen as she see his cock straining against his boxer briefs, and she bite of her bottom lip, anxiety kicking in like the sting from a wasp. She want to pull his boxers down, to see his cock in all its glory… But first she flatten the palm of my hand against the shape of his cock, her eyelids drooping as she feel it throbbing against her. Then, Vishal lays both his hands on her head and she can’t help myself, she hook her fingers on his boxer briefs and pull them down. His cock springs free, slapping the back of her hand as it goes up. Moving as fast as she can, she reach for it and grab him, first with just one hand, then with two. His cock isn’t big or huge… it’s massive, and it looks even more so with her small fingers wrapped around it. “Like what you see?” he asks her, but I don’t even dare to look up at him. No, he’d see all the desire flickering in her eyes, the burning need to feel his gigantic cock inside of her… And she don’t want him to see how much she need it right now. She  don’t want to hand him all control on a silver plate. If he wants that, he’s going to have to fight for it. Tanya don’t give handouts. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” she tell him, finally looking up to meet his gaze. He grins at my words, his eyes narrow- ing into slits as he tangles his fingers in her hair. “You’re a terrible liar, Tanya,” he whispers, and she realize that she is not going to fool him. And why would she even try? “I try, though.” With that, she start moving both her hands back and forth over his shaft, stroking him with soft movements. She let her eyes fall down to his cock once more, and her heart starts to gallop as she look at every inch of his manliness, her  fingers wrapped tight around it. Forget about her  pussy; she was not even sure if she can fit him inside her mouth. But she is  more than willing to try, that’s for sure. Leaning in, she part her lips and flick her tongue at his cock. She move her tongue in circles, running it around the tip of his cock as she let  his manly flavor inundate her. She close her  eyes and, before she even know what she was  doing, her lips are on his cock. She  part them slowly, rolling them down Vishal’s cock until his tip is inside her mouth, his precum coating her tongue. Right now, her pussy is so wet that she feels her own fluids dripping down her inner thighs, and she is just using her mouth on him! She don’t even remember when the last time was that she felt this insane when going down on a guy… Maybe when she lost my virginity? Even so, she doubt it; she is not the kind of girl that gets carried away by every little thing. 

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She go further down, opening her mouth so wide that she feel her jaw tensing up, Vishal’s shaft sliding down her tongue inch by slow inch. She only open her eyes when she think that I can’t go any further, and she realize that  still a long way from having all of him inside her mouth. And that… Well, that just can’t be. She  going to show him that he has never met a woman like her, whatever it takes. She look up and, the moment their gaze meets, she start pushing her head down and forcing his cock inside of her .
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 This time, she only stop when she feel his cock pressing against the back of her  throat and her lips brushing over the skin at the base of his cock. He groans slightly, a subtle grin on his lips as he watches her slide back out. Refusing to look
away from him, she go down once more, except this time I don’t go slowly.  He grits his teeth and, as he shuts his eyes, that’s when she look away. She close her own eyes, and start to bob her head back and forth as fast as she can. Her hands are still on his shaft and, as she suck on him, I keep on stroking him at the same time. Her mouth and her movements are working in tandem, and she can already feel him breathing hard; when she look up at him, he has his head thrown back, his eyes still closed. “Fuck,” he groans, and the bong lady smile. Well, she would smile if she didn’t have a cock as large as his inside of her mouth right now. Still, she take my hands off of his shaft and, resting them on his waist, she push his pants and boxer briefs down, sending them to his ankles. Her fingers slide up his legs and over the curve of his ass, and she can’t help but squeeze, his hard cheeks feeling as hard as concrete under the open palm of her  hands. Her pussy clenches as she imagine him using these cheeks of his to piston hard into me, his gigantic cock impaling her. [img]<a href=[/img]" />

“You sure know how to use that tight mouth…” Vishal whispers, his eyes finally open as he looks down at her. “You haven’t seen anything,” she respond, taking his cock out of her mouth. She press her lips against the side of his shaft and then run them down until they brush against his balls. She cup them with one hand, feeling their weight (and, oh, they’re heavy) and then wrap her lips around the right one, sucking it into her mouth. It fills her mouth easily, and she push it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Wanting more, she open her mouth as wide as she can and suck the other one in. It was a pretty sight. Vishal’s huge balls inside her mouth. When she pop them out of her mouth, they jump out with a wet sound and then she back to his shaft, running her lips up his length until she wrap them around his cock once more. I resume my bobbing motion, working him with my mouth furiously, but he grabs me by the hair harshly and pushes me back, forcing his cock to pop out of my mouth.She again 

Now here she was begging for his hot thick seed! Vishal shoved his cock between her lips. "Suck that thing down your throat you horny bitch!"


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Tanga took him more deeply down her throat.

Vishal hungrily eyed the large heaving mounds on her chest being only obscured by her pallu.
He was ready to erupt!

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"Here's swallow it slut!" Vishal grunted between clenched teeth. He huffed like a real bull and gasped as his first spurt shot deep down the married woman's throat; it was followed by 2 more hot blasts, and then 2 more. She couldn't believe how much cum was suddenly in her esophagus; she tried to swallow but couldn't keep up as her mouth was soon filled with Vishal 's seed as his 7th and 8th spurts erupted.
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Vishal pulled out and instinctively tanya  licked frantically at the tip as he shot three more powerful streams into her waggling tongue and it splattered all over her face, lips, and chin. Meanwhile a river of cum poured out the side of her mouth, down her cheek and into her hair. He wiped his cock across her chin and raised it back up to her messy lips. Jenna attempted to lick and suck it off, but it was useless, her mouth was a cum-covered mess.


She washed her face after blowjob session ,and had some touch up ,when she joined her husband ,her dumb husband did not even notice any changed in her , she smiled to her self .