Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

Past six in the evening, Vanitha and Angith arrived at the hotel’s lawn for dinner. The lawn stretched out as a vast, verdant garden, its edges softly defined by a low wooden fence. Dewdrops glistened on the grass, dampened by the cool breeze that followed the sunset. At the center stood a large round wooden table, dbangd with a white cloth and adorned with an array of artfully arranged dishes. Small glass jars with flickering candles circled the table, their tiny flames casting golden shadows over the food. In one corner, a small stage hosted a middle-aged musician playing a sitar—his fingers gliding over the strings, releasing a soft, deep melody that drifted through the air, lending the scene an enchanting calm.

Tiny yellow lights hung from the tree branches, illuminating the lawn like a cluster of stars, their glow reflecting faintly off the grass blades. Nearby, a small fountain sprayed water gently, its trickling sound blending with the music to create a natural harmony. The breeze carried the fresh scent of grass, tinged with a hint of earth and the delicate fragrance of nearby rose bushes. Vanitha and Angith chose a small wooden table and sat down. On it, a single red rose rested in a glass vase, its petals shimmering softly in the candlelight. Four wooden chairs with cushy yellow pads surrounded the table, offering a cozy comfort.
Vanitha wore a light green churidar, its top dbanging gently over her shoulders and subtly revealing her hips. Her dupatta veiled her chest, swaying lightly in the breeze, giving her an elegant grace. Her hair curled over her shoulders, brushing her neck and adding a youthful glow to her face. Angith was in a white shirt and black pants, the top button undone to expose a glimpse of his chest. Though faint fatigue shadowed his face, his eyes sparkled with curiosity and a tender smile for Vanitha. They grabbed plates and headed to the buffet. There, steaming mutton biryani, studded with fried cashews and raisins, wafted a rich pilaf aroma. Masala dosas were stacked on a large platter, served with sambar and coconut chutney. Paneer tikka, grilled in red masala and garnished with green chilies, sat vibrant. Chicken gravy simmered in a copper pot, its coconut milk topping lending a creamy hue. Fish fry, spiced and crisped with lemon slices, exuded a seaside scent. Salads—cucumber, tomato, carrot—gleamed with fresh mayonnaise. For dessert, rasmalai floated in a small bowl’s saffron glow, while gulab jamuns soaked in syrup glistened invitingly.
Vanitha took a small spoonful of biryani, some paneer tikka, a masala dosa, and a tiny bowl of rasmalai. Angith opted for chicken gravy, fish fry, a dosa piece, some salad, and a gulab jamun. Back at the table, they began eating slowly. "Today was so much fun, wasn’t it?" Angith asked, savoring his first bite of chicken gravy, his voice soft with enthusiasm, a smile curling his lips. Vanitha broke off a piece of dosa, dipped it in chutney, chewed thoughtfully, and replied with a smile, "Mm, yes. It’s been ages since I had a day like this. This place, this vibe—everything’s so perfect." Her eyes gleamed in the candlelight, her face radiating quiet joy.
Their conversation deepened. "As a kid, I loved going to parks, laughing and playing with friends. But now, with work and responsibilities, everything’s changed," Angith said, his eyes mixing nostalgia with a faint smile. Vanitha looked at him. "Same for me. Taking the kids somewhere and seeing their happy faces—that’s my biggest joy. But today… it feels like a day just for me," she said softly, her voice tinged with hesitation and gratitude. Angith reached across the table, brushing her right hand gently. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she met his gaze with a small smile, accepting his touch. His fingers pressed hers lightly. "Vanitha, I felt drawn to you the first time I saw you. Talking with you, being with you like this—it all gives me a new feeling. But there’s guilt in it too," he admitted, his voice slow and hesitant, his eyes searching hers with a blend of confusion and honesty.
She met his gaze directly, silent for a moment. Her breath rose steadily, her eyes betraying the swirl of thoughts within. Then, "I’m drawn to you too, Angith. Being with you feels freeing, joyful. But my mind keeps asking if it’s right or wrong," she replied in a low voice, laced with uncertainty. Their hands tightened, holding each other under the candlelight. The sitar’s melody wrapped around them, mingling with the fountain’s murmur, forging a tender, profound bond. They finished eating, set their plates aside, and sipped orange juice from small glasses. Vanitha adjusted her dupatta. "This place is so peaceful, so beautiful," she said, her eyes scanning the lawn. Angith smiled at her. "Yeah, and being here with you makes it even more beautiful," he teased gently. They exchanged smiles, rose slowly, and began walking toward their room, a new closeness blossoming, pulling them deeper into their journey.
 
 
 
 
 
 
As they entered the room, Angith gently closed the door, locked it, and turned Vanitha toward him. The room’s dim light cast a warm yellow glow across the walls, enveloping them in an intimate cocoon. A soft breeze slipped through the window, carrying the cool scent of the lawn inside. The white bedsheet lay crumpled on the mattress, bearing traces of the previous night—wrinkled fabric and indented pillows. In one corner, a small table held a glass jug of water and two glasses. A modest painting of ocean waves touching a mountain hung on the wall, lending the room a quiet serenity. Angith stepped closer, his hands softly grasping her shoulders, and kissed her lips. His touch was gentle at first, her body trembling slightly as she responded. Their kiss deepened, pulling them toward the bed.
He eased her onto the mattress, leaning over her. His fingers lifted her churidar top, sliding it over her shoulders to reveal her black bra. Her skin gleamed in the faint light, her chest rising and falling as her breathing quickened. His hands tugged her pants down, exposing her maroon panties. Vanitha glanced at him with a shy smile, her hands pressing against his chest, pulling at his shirt to draw him closer. Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one, baring his chest, and she ran her hands over his warm skin. Fine hairs brushed her fingertips, sending a shiver through her. She slid his pants and briefs off, leaving him naked, and stifled a small smile as she glimpsed his cock.
Angith lay over her, kissing her neck softly, his lips trailing to her shoulders. His breath warmed her skin, making her tremble. His hands unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts—rosy and softly glistening in the dim light. His lips found them, his tongue teasing her nipples with slow, deliberate strokes. She gripped his head, pressing him to her chest with a soft "Mm…" moan. His teeth grazed her nipples gently, sparking a jolt through her body like electricity, and she gasped, "Angith…" He slid lower, kissing her navel, his tongue dipping inside and circling slowly. Her hips lifted as his tongue explored, savoring her.
His face moved between her thighs. His fingers peeled her panties down, baring her pussy. Her thighs glistened with a faint wetness, and as his breath brushed her, she shivered, parting her legs slightly. His lips touched her gently, his tongue delving in with deep, probing licks. Her hips rose as his tongue worked her, slow and intense, and she clutched his head tightly, moaning, "Angith… ah…" His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her closer, his tongue plunging deeper. Her moans filled the room, her body racing toward a peak. As he fully tasted her, she cried out, "Angith!" her body shuddering as she climaxed. Her breath raced, her frame slackening as she collapsed against him. He rose slowly, smiling tenderly, and kissed her cheek.
Vanitha lay on him for a moment, feeling his breath, then sat up. She guided him onto the bed and straddled him. Her hands roamed his chest, pressing his skin, feeling his cock beneath her. Her eyes met his with a shy smile, and she shifted her hips, guiding him into her pussy. His cock brushed her, her body quivering in response. She moved slowly, deeply, his hands gripping her hips, syncing with her rhythm. Her breasts grazed his chest as his lips captured hers in a fierce, deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, the kiss growing wilder. Her hips took him fully, his breath quickening as he moaned, "Vanitha…" She leaned into him, kissing his neck, nipping his chest softly, her hands tracing his skin.
His hands cupped her breasts, kneading them gently, twisting her nipples. She moaned, "Mm… Angith…" quickening her hips, feeling him deeper. Their bodies moved in unison, her moans echoing through the room. His hips thrust up to meet her, merging completely, driving her toward another peak. She cried, "Angith… ah…" her body trembling as she climaxed again. As she slumped onto him, he held her tight, moving his hips slowly, chasing his own release. "Vanitha!" he groaned, his body tensing as he came, joining her in ecstasy. Their breaths raced, their bodies clinging together.
His hands stroked her back, pressing along her spine, pulling her to his chest. Her face nestled there, feeling his heartbeat, and she kissed his neck softly. His fingers ran through her hair, caressing her head. Their body heat wrapped around them, binding them in a profound embrace. The room’s faint light bathed them, the breeze from the window cooling their skin. They held each other tightly, lying together on the bed, drifting into sleep. Their breaths steadied, their bodies entwined, the night deepening their bond. In the room’s stillness, only their soft breathing echoed, lulling them into a deep slumber.