Adultery Radiance of Vanitha

[adams_masala]

Chapter 5: A Sparkling Distraction

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. Vanitha stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her saree and admiring the delicate waist chains spread out on the bed. The jewelry store she was promoting for an upcoming beauty event had sent her a stunning selection to choose from, and now she faced the impossible task of picking just one.


She picked up a gold chain with tiny emerald accents and fastened it loosely around her waist, turning slightly to examine herself. Something didn’t feel quite right. “Ashok!” she called out.

Ashok appeared in the doorway, still adjusting his tie for work. He paused mid-step, his eyes immediately drawn to her. The way the saree hugged her figure, paired with the glittering waist chain, left him momentarily speechless.

“I need your help,” Vanitha said, holding up another chain adorned with pearls. “I can’t decide which one looks best. Come here.”

Ashok smirked and walked over, loosening his tie as he sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re asking me for fashion advice? You know I’m terrible at this.”

“Well, you’re here,” she teased, handing him the pearl chain. “Might as well make yourself useful.”

He chuckled and took the chain from her hands. “Alright, let’s see.” Gently, he reached for her waist and began fastening it over her saree pleats. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a shiver up her spine.

“This one’s nice,” he murmured, his voice dropping slightly as his eyes lingered on her bare midriff. “But honestly… I don’t think it matters what you wear. You’d make anything look stunning.”

Vanitha rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Flattery won’t get you out of helping me.”

Ashok leaned closer, his hands still resting lightly on her waist. “I’m serious,” he said softly, his gaze locking with hers. There was a moment of silence between them before he added with a playful grin, “But if you want my honest opinion… maybe try this without the saree?”

“Ashok!” Vanitha laughed and swatted his arm, but there was a blush creeping up her cheeks.

He pulled her closer by the waist chain, his teasing giving way to something more serious. Their lips met in a kiss that quickly deepened, and before long, Ashok’s hands were sliding up her back while hers tangled in his hair.
As their passion grew, Ashok’s fingers found the edge of her saree pleats. Slowly and deliberately, he began to unravel them, letting each fold fall away to reveal more of her toned figure beneath. His touch was reverent as if savoring every curve he uncovered.
“You’re breathtaking,” he whispered against her ear as he slid the saree off her shoulders entirely.

Vanitha’s breath hitched at his words but didn’t stop him as he explored every inch of her with his hands and lips—his touch both gentle and firm in all the right ways. She felt completely seen and adored under his gaze.

Ashok trailed kisses along her collarbone and down to her waist where the gold chain still rested against her skin. He paused there for a moment, running his fingers lightly over it before murmuring with a playful grin, “This might be my favorite part.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin as he traced her curves with his hands and lips. When he reached her midriff, his gaze fell upon her belly button—a perfect little indentation that seemed to invite him closer.

He smiled mischievously and planted soft kisses around her belly button, relishing its shape and how it accentuated her figure. “I adore this,” he said playfully, his lips brushing against her skin. “It’s like a little treasure that makes you even more beautiful.”

Vanitha laughed softly but quickly lost herself again in the intensity of their connection as Ashok lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

Vanitha giggled at his affection, feeling completely adored under his touch as their passion grew with each moment.

As their intimacy escalated, Ashok paused briefly to meet her gaze. “Are you sure about this?” he asked softly, his tone filled with care.

Vanitha nodded but added with a small smile, “Just not… inside me.”

Ashok kissed her forehead gently in understanding before continuing, his movements slow and deliberate as if savoring every moment they shared. He explored every curve of hers with reverence, his hands trailing down her back and resting lightly on her hips before returning to trace along her waistline where the gold chain still sat.

Feeling a surge of affection for him, Vanitha began to stroke his chest lightly with one hand. Her fingers brushed against his nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from Ashok as she continued to explore him tenderly. She wanted him to feel loved and desired—wanted him to know how much she cared for him even if she wasn’t ready for certain steps yet.

Caught up in their passion, Vanitha didn’t stop him as they moved together in perfect rhythm. She wrapped herself around him tightly as their breathing grew heavier and their movements more urgent.

But just as Ashok neared climax, Vanitha froze.

“Wait,” she said breathlessly, placing a hand on his chest to stop him from going further.

Ashok immediately slowed down but didn’t pull away completely. “Vanitha?” he asked gently, concern flickering in his voice.

She looked at him with wide eyes but quickly shook her head. “It’s not that,” she said softly. “I just… I don’t want to risk anything.”

Understanding dawned on Ashok’s face as he nodded slowly. He leaned down to kiss her forehead reassuringly before shifting slightly so he could finish over her bare midriff instead. Vanitha held onto him tightly throughout, running her fingers gently through his hair as if to show him how much she cared. She rubbed his chest and flicked his nipples to keep him engaged so he can cum.

Ashok began to feel his testicle swell with semen and he was ready to explode. 

Throughout it all, Vanitha kept stroking his chest lightly while brushing gentle kisses along his jawline—small gestures meant to keep his erection and show how much she cherished their connection.

Feeling a surge of affection for him, Vanitha began to stroke his chest lightly. Her fingers again began to brush against him in ways that made him shiver—a touch only she knew could send him reeling. She smiled softly at the way his breath hitched when she flicked a finger gently across his chest in just the right spot—a secret she alone knew about him after years of being together. She flicked and tugged on his nipples.

Ashok groaned deeply at her touch, his body trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through him. His eyes locked onto Vanitha’s face—her flushed cheeks, soft smile, and the way she looked at him with so much love—and it overwhelmed him completely.

As their intimacy escalated, Ashok paused briefly to meet her gaze. “Are you sure about this?” he asked softly, his tone filled with care.

Vanitha nodded but added with a small smile, “Just not… inside me.” She hesitated before offering shyly, “If you want… you.. you can finish on my face.” She could not look him in the face when she said that.

Ashok stilled for a moment before shaking his head gently. “No,” he said firmly but tenderly. “I’d rather here,” he murmured, placing a hand lightly on her midriff. “If that’s okay with you.”

“It’s okay… here,” Vanitha whispered softly against his ear as she placed a hand on her midriff in invitation.

Vanitha smiled warmly at his thoughtfulness and nodded. “Of course,” she said softly.
Streams and streams of Ashok's liquid ecstasy flowed outwards towards Vanitha's midriff until finally every drop was filled all over her midriff. 

Vanitha looked up at him with gratitude in her eyes. “I just… I’m not ready yet,” she admitted quietly.

“I know,” Ashok said with a small smile. “And that’s okay.” He stroked her hair gently and added teasingly, “But you’re going to drive me crazy if you keep looking like this every day.”

As they lay there in comfortable silence, Vanitha glanced down at the gold waist chain now glistening with remnants of their intimate moment—slick with Ashok’s thick semen where it rested against her skin.

“Uh-oh,” she said playfully, eyeing the chain with mock horror. “I think we might have ruined it!”

Ashok laughed lightly and sat up slightly to inspect the chain still wrapped around her waist. “Well,” he teased back, “it’s definitely not how I imagined this jewelry would be showcased.”

Vanitha giggled as Ashok carefully untangled part of the chain while trying not to make a bigger mess of it further. “I guess we’ll have to clean it together now,” he said with a wink.

“Good luck with that!” she shot back playfully as Ashok grabbed some tissues from the nightstand.

With exaggerated care and humor in his movements, Ashok began wiping down the chain while it was still wrapped around Vanitha’s waist. His hands were gentle yet deliberate as he worked to clean both the jewelry and any traces left behind on her skin.

“You know,” he said teasingly as he worked, “this might just be my new favorite piece of jewelry.”

Vanitha laughed again but felt warmth spread through her at their playful banter despite what had just happened between them—a mix of intimacy and hesitation that could have been tense but instead felt natural and loving.

“Just don’t break it,” she warned with mock seriousness as Ashok continued cleaning.

“Don’t worry; I’m an expert at handling delicate things,” he replied cheekily.

As they shared laughter and lighthearted teasing over their little mishap with the waist chain, Vanitha felt grateful for their bond—a connection that could weather any storm while still finding joy in each other’s company amidst uncertainty and challenges ahead.