Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

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Vanitha slowly opened her eyes. Morning light seeped through the room’s window, softly illuminating the scattered clothes on the bed. Her body felt an unfamiliar exhaustion, intertwined with memories of the previous night that enveloped her. She turned her head slightly to look at Angith; he was still in a deep sleep, lying with his back to her. His breathing was slow and steady, sweat beads faintly glistening on his back. She rose gently, feeling her nakedness, and hesitated for a moment. Then, she reached for her phone on the bedside table and checked the screen. No missed calls. The absence of any contact from her husband, Vinith, or the kids felt like a weight lifted, yet a persistent confusion churned in her mind.

She eased off the bed and
walked toward the attached bathroom, making no effort to cover her bare body.
Each step on the floor echoed the questions reverberating in her head: What
have I done? Is this wrong? Or is it a freedom I deserve? The thoughts
hounded her relentlessly. Reaching the bathroom, she stood before the mirror,
staring at herself. Traces of Angith’s touch lingered on her body—faint redness
on her breasts, the press of his fingers on her hips, the dampness of his
tongue around her navel. Her face reflected a mix of confusion, shame, and
desire.
She grabbed her toothbrush,
squeezed out toothpaste, and began brushing slowly. With each stroke, her mind
wavered. Would Vinith forgive me? Would my kids see me as a betrayer?
it demanded. Yet her body recalled Angith’s touch, his embrace, pulling her
into a haze of longing. Finishing, she set the brush aside and walked to the
glass-walled shower. Opening the door, she stepped in and turned it on. Hot
water hit her head, streaming down her hair, back, hips, and thighs to the
floor. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth soothe her as she tried to quiet
her mind.
A moment later, the sound of
the glass door opening reached her ears. She opened her eyes to see Angith
standing behind her, naked. A faint smile played on his lips, though his eyes held
a flicker of hesitation. The minty scent of his breath hinted he’d brushed his
teeth. He stepped into the shower, standing close. They locked eyes briefly but
said nothing. Silently, they let the water drench their bodies. The hot stream
swirled around them, easing the tension between them.
Angith edged closer, placing
his right hand on her hip. She hesitated for a second, but her body didn’t
resist. His hand caressed her hip softly, sliding toward her navel. As his
fingers circled it, a faint shiver rippled through her. She closed her eyes,
savoring his touch. His left hand pressed into her back, pulling her to him,
and he kissed her lips gently. Her lips responded, and the kiss deepened. The
shower water soaked them, binding them in a warm embrace.
He slid downward, kissing her
breasts. His lips grazed her nipples, and she clutched his head, pressing it to
her chest. His tongue flicked her nipples up and down, her moans echoing in the
bathroom. His hands gripped her thighs, parting them slightly, and he moved his
face to her navel. His tongue dipped inside, circling slowly, making her body
writhe. Rising again, he kissed her, pressing her against the glass wall. His
cock brushed her pussy, their bodies inching toward union again. But a mutual
hesitation stalled them before they fully merged, leaving them silent. They
sank into the kiss, drenched in the shower, holding each other.
After a while, they turned
off the water, dried off with towels, and returned to the room. Vanitha slipped
into a simple churidar, while Angith donned a shirt and pants. They headed to
the hotel buffet for breakfast. The table offered a spread—dosas, idlis, bread,
jam, juice—welcoming them. They filled their plates and sat at a table. As they
ate, conversation stirred. "Did you sleep well?" Angith asked.
"Mm… you?" Vanitha replied. Their talk drifted to life, work, and
light humor. A quiet understanding and closeness began to form between them.
It was a rest day with no
training, and the company had arranged a tour vehicle. They set off toward a
theme park.