Adultery The Language of Her Heart

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And Kartik…
He didn’t say anything.
Not during the party.
Not after.
Not now.
Just that one pause earlier. That hesitation.
Did he like it?
Was he aroused?
Or confused?
He didn’t touch me.
Didn’t sit close at the party.
Didn’t glance again once we got home.

Yepp the hubby could definitely be aroused.

He's looking at a new version of Pavitra, her beauty too intimidating, an "absolute fucking goddess". He is thinking "Is this goddess really my wife? who not only agreed to marry loser like me, but also allowed me to impregnate her??, that too twice with my lousy 5 second sex?" "I must be the luckiest loser in the world."

He's contemplating if he even deserve such a goddess?? And after tonight's party, his self-confidence would've shattered the most, as he can see many suitors fascinated by her beauty like 'a moth to a flame!' He himself starting to feel undeserved of such a spectacle of a women, so he sat as far away from her at the party.

He saw many men and women, including the oldest and the fattest men and even the low class cleaners couldn't stop staring at his wife as if they were hypnotized by her. He saw how these men didn't miss an opportunity to stare down into her cleavage while pretending to give birthday wishes and presents to their kids.

He took a breather and stood at the corner of room observing how even some of the ugly old uncles were taking pictures of her, some even getting too close with their elbows subtly probing her delicious mounds of breasts from the side, on the pretext of taking a selfie.

His dick getting erected as he saw all of these unfolding in front of his eyes... He looked at his wife's face only to see a radiant face with innocent look yet seductive expressions, as if she's too naive to make out what is going on around her... He saw the wife's of these uncles giving an expression of discontent and some in shock and awe, some in admiration.

He probably may develop cuckold tendency after these hot encounters

And here I am, lying under a soft blanket… but my nipples still hard.
Still aching.
God, I want someone to bite them.
To suck, not just grab. Lick like they belong to him.
I want my boobs treated like something other than background furniture.
My pussy was wet during the entire party.
No one knew. No one saw.
But I could feel it.
I was dripping inside that gown.
Every step made my inner thighs brush against each other.
Every smile I gave was hiding a throbbing between my legs.

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Now I’m in this nightie.
Cotton. Soft. Loose.
And still…
I can feel it.
That slow pull. That needy pulse.
I want fingers. Not mine.
I want a tongue.
I want someone to spread my legs and ask, "Do you want more?"
And not stop until my moan fills the room.

I bet after this party, many men and women's perspective might have changed towards Pavitra. They would finally start acknowledging her beauty, some will start looking at her like a hot object, especially these lecherous old uncles. These old hounds must've definitely 'smelled' her arousal in the party. This 'gown' has now become a green signal, a beacon, the morse code or a 'mating call' for these ugly bastards to go after her, to go after the 'source of smell', that 'Pavitra is no longer off-limits.'

After a long night of masturbation looking at the party pictures, these uncles would soon start scheming variety of plots and deceits to get her under, to give her the 'ploughing' she deserves, to ravage her body and mind, to fill their seed inside her, to impregnate her with many many offspring, as her beautiful body is 'built' for it!

Very soon Pavitra's longing for raw unbridled sex is going to come true...

Keep going Yazhini!!