Adultery Nalini and The Unseen Virus

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Nalini took a deep breath and undid the first button. The fabric parted slightly, revealing the curve of her collarbone. She felt a rush of cool air, a stark contrast to the heat of their gazes. Anbu's eyes dropped to her chest, lingering for a moment before snapping back up to hers, as if he had been caught in a forbidden act. Teja's breath hitched, his eyes unabashedly tracing the path the fabric had taken.

The second button followed, the fabric of her nightie giving way to expose more of her skin. The lace trim of her bra peeked through, a delicate barrier between her modesty and their hunger. Anbu's hand tightened on the stethoscope, the veins in his hand prominent. Teja's eyes grew darker, the pupils dilating with desire.

The third button released with a soft click, and the nightie fell open a little more, revealing the soft swell of her breasts, the tops of her firm and round. Nalini felt a tremble run through her, a mix of fear and a strange, unwelcome thrill. Anbu's gaze dropped to her chest, his breathing audible through the mask. Teja leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving the newly exposed flesh.

And then, as if in a flash, she remembered the mangalsutra. It was there, visible now, the golden chain snaking from her neck and disappearing into the folds of her nightie, nestled between her breasts. The black beads glistened in the dim light, the gold flashing like a beacon of hope in the sea of uncertainty that was her life.

Her hand hovered over the fourth button, her heart racing as she realized the delicate chain was now in full view. The mangalsutra, a symbol of her marriage, a promise of love and protection from her husband, was now a silent witness to her predicament.

The golden chain caught the soft lamplight, shimmering against the dark fabric of her nightie. The black beads looked like a trail of ink droplets scattered across her skin, a stark contrast to the pale pink of the fabric. The chain dipped into the valley between her breasts, the gold disappearing into the shadows. It was as if it were a secret path leading to an unknown destination, one that these men were eager to follow.

The fourth button was the barrier between her and the truth of the situation. With trembling fingers, Nalini reached for it, her heart hammering in her chest. The fabric whispered as it parted, revealing the intricate design of her mangalsutra, the black beads and gold discs a stark reminder of her marital status. It lay nestled between the soft mounds of her breasts, a silent sentinel of her wedded life.

The golden chain of her mangalsutra was like a serpent coiled around her, its head hidden in the shadowy depths of her cleavage. The beads looked almost black in the dim light, stark against her tawny skin. Each bead was a memory, a promise made to her by her husband, a symbol of his love and protection that seemed so far away in this moment of fear and vulnerability.

Her hand hovered over the fourth button, the fabric of her nightie trembling with the beat of her racing heart. With a deep breath, Nalini pulled the dupatta to cover her modesty. Though the dupatta was spread to cover her beautiful exposed flesh, the material sliding over her breasts like a soft caress was a light and almost transparent materia. The pink fabric fell into place, covering her up to the neck once more but exposing everying inside. The mangalsutra remained, a silent testament to her marriage, a stark contrast to the situation she found herself in.

It was a color that complemented her skin tone, a soft ivory that blended with the pink of the nightie. The fabric whispered as it settled around her, the light catching on the intricate lace border that trimmed the edges. She knew that the transparency of the dupatta was not lost on them; the shadows of her bra and everything were visible beneath, the fabric clinging to her curves with the slightest of movements.

Nalini took a deep breath and uncovered her hand, her eyes never leaving Anbu's. His gaze was intense, but there was something in his eyes that she couldn't quite read. Was it lust, or was it something else? She swallowed hard, her throat dry as she felt his hand brush against her bare skin. The fabric of the dupatta still intact over her neck and coveringbut still  showing her beauty.

Teja's eyes were on her chest, his breathing shallow and erratic. His hand hovered over the stethoscope, his knuckles white with restraint. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, a heavy burden that she couldn't shake off. She tried to focus on the task at hand, to push aside the fear that was threatening to consume her.

"Ma'am, please raise your hand," Teja said, his voice a little too eager. Nalini felt a blush creep up her neck as she lifted her arm, the fabric of her nightie slipping down slightly to expose the soft flesh of her armpit. The hair there was dark and thick, a stark reminder of the neglect her personal care had suffered in the isolation of lockdown.

Anbu stepped closer, his eyes darting from her face to her armpit and back again, his excitement barely concealed.

Teja cleared his throat, his gaze lingering on the soft, hairy skin of her armpit. "Ma'am," he said, his voice a little too eager, Anbu looks at her bushy armpit, wonders if she ever shaved. Her airy armpit and the aroma of her sweat is spreading in the room.

Nalini felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She hadn't expected them to see her like this, her most private and intimate parts laid bare for their scrutiny. She was aware of the dark hair that grew there, a stark contrast to the smoothness that was often depicted in the media. In the solitude of her lockdown, she had let herself go, not expecting visitors, especially not ones like these.

Teja's eyes remained on her armpit, a hint of excitement gleaming in them. She could see his pupils dilate, his breath hitch as he took in the sight of her natural state. Anbu's gaze was more restrained, but she could feel the heat of it, his eyes tracing the curve of her breast that was now barely covered by the slipped dupatta.

Her embarrassment grew as Anbu slowly approached her, his face moving closer to her exposed armpit. She felt the warmth of his breath as he took a deep inhale, his nose almost touching her skin. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, her heart racing as she tried to process what was happening.

Teja's gaze never left her chest, his eyes drinking in the sight of her barely concealed breasts, the fabric of her nightie clinging to them like a second skin. He licked his lips, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Ma'am," Anbu's voice was a gentle rumble, "for a more accurate reading, it's best if your armpit is clean-shaven."

Nalini felt a fresh wave of embarrassment flood her cheeks. She had never been one to obsess over body hair, especially in the confines of her own home. But now, with Anbu's face so close to her, his eyes scrutinizing her armpit, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious.