Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

When her car reached the hotel entrance, the evening’s soft light bathed the facade in a golden sheen. A cool breeze slipped through the window, brushing her face. She took a deep breath, slung her bag over her shoulder, and stepped out. Her feet pressed into the hotel’s smooth stone tiles, a small smile blooming on her lips as she thought of meeting Angith. She first stopped at the restroom near reception—gleaming yellow tiles, a large mirror, and a faint lavender scent greeted her. She washed her face with cool water, tied her hair into a neat bun, and pulled a light rose perfume from her bag, spritzing her neck and wrists. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she flashed a small smile and headed to the room—her heart racing, her palms faintly sweaty.

Reaching the door, she knocked three times with a brief pause—"Tap… tap… tap." Hurried footsteps sounded inside, and the door swung open. Angith’s face lit up with a broad, eager smile—his eyes glinting with longing and warmth. "Vanitha!" he said softly, pulling her in, shutting and locking the door, then wrapping her in a tight embrace. His arms circled her back, pressing her body to his chest—his shirt’s subtle scent enveloping her. "I missed you so much, Vanitha. A day without seeing you felt unbearable," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. She looked into his eyes, replying softly, "Me too, Angith," her hands tracing his back, holding him close—their bodies melding, a heated bond igniting.
He led her to the bed, gently lifting her red churidar top to reveal her black bra. His fingers slid her pants down, leaving her in maroon panties. He admired her for a moment, then laid her on the mattress, leaning over her. His lips kissed her neck, trailing downward. Unhooking her bra, he bared her rosy breasts, tasting them softly, coaxing a faint moan from her. His hands parted her thighs, his face moving to her pussy, teasing her gently. Vanitha gripped his head, moaning, "Angith… ah…" fully surrendering to his touch. She pulled him up, guiding his cock to her pussy, their bodies syncing in rhythm—kissing deeply, clutching each other, they reached a shared climax. Their breaths raced, then steadied, and they shared a tender smile.
She stepped to the bathroom, washing her face and fixing her hair. Returning, Vanitha wore a light white night robe—its soft fabric dbangd her skin, hinting at her curves. Her cheeks glowed naturally from the cool water, her hair tied in a small bun with stray strands curling at her neck, adding a casual allure. The rose perfume on her neck and wrists wafted through the room, creating a seductive ambiance. As her feet sank into the soft carpet, her mind replayed their reunion—her heart thumped with a quiet longing to feel him again.
 
 
 
 
As she reached the center of the room, Angith stood near the door—clad in a grey night robe, its front slightly open, revealing the firm top of his chest. He held a small food cart, having just received it from a staff member before shutting and locking the door. The cart bore steaming soy sauce noodles, chicken Manchurian, soft rotis, paneer butter masala, and a small bottle of mango juice—their aromas filled the room, offering a warm, comforting vibe. Turning from the door, Angith flashed her a wide smile—his eyes glinting with eagerness and a longing to feel her again. "I wanted to spend more time with you, Vanitha. Before this day ends, I need to feel you more," he said slowly, a playful edge in his deep voice.
Vanitha stepped closer, replying in a soft, sweet tone, "Good idea, Angith"—a shy smile curling her lips. As she neared, he gently pulled her with his hands, guiding her to the bed. The room’s dim light bathed the bed in a warm glow—the white bedsheet crumpled, pillows askew, marked by earlier moments. He sat her on the edge, kneeling before her, and parted the edges of her night robe—her body bared to his gaze, her breasts a tantalizing sight, her thighs gleaming in the faint light. His hands caressed her hips, sliding the robe off completely, leaving her naked—her skin prickling in the room’s mild chill.
He eased her onto her back, the bedsheet’s softness warming her, offering comfort. Tossing his own robe aside, he stood bare—his solid frame catching her eye, his chest faintly slick with sweat, his cock drawing her gaze and sparking a shy flush. He leaned over her, hands gripping her shoulders softly, lips kissing her neck—his breath heating her skin. His kisses trailed down to her breasts, his tongue teasing her nipples, tasting them gently, coaxing a soft moan. Vanitha clutched his head, murmuring, "Angith…" in a low, deep voice—her fingers threading through his hair, pressing him to her chest.
His kisses moved to her stomach—his lips circling her navel, his tongue dipping inside, sending a deep shiver through her. His hands parted her thighs, his face sliding to her pussy—his breath warming her, stirring heat. His lips brushed her gently, his tongue delving in with slow, deep strokes—savoring her softness in a steady rhythm. Vanitha lifted her hips, gripping his head tightly, moaning, "Angith… ah…"—heat flooding her body, her sounds filling the room. His hands pressed her thighs, pulling her closer—his tongue urging her on, her body racing toward a peak.