Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

A Game Gone Too Far

The next morning, Vanitha woke slowly—sunlight pierced the curtains, grazing her face, coaxing a faint smile. She rose, starting her routine, mentally listing the day’s tasks with quiet enthusiasm. In the bathroom, she filled a bucket with hot water, shed her nightie, and wrapped a cotton towel around herself—water left her skin glistening, her hair damp. Thinking of Sumithra, she slipped on underwear—fastening a black bra over her breasts, adjusting the straps, and tying a green petticoat at her waist. Grabbing her phone, she called Sumithra.
Vanitha: "Akka, how’s your son?" she asked.
Sumithra: "He’s better, madam, but I need to take him to the hospital again today. I can’t come," she replied, her voice weary.
Vanitha: "No worries, akka, take care of him. I’ll manage with Mani," she said reassuringly, ending the call.
The name "Mani" sparked a mischievous thought. As she buttoned her black blouse, choosing a saree, she smirked and picked a sheer black one—never worn to the office, its slight transparency would subtly reveal her body, especially her stomach and navel, a tempting sight for Mani.
Vanitha: Let’s make him really tense today, she thought, chuckling with a thrill, dbanging the saree—initially tucking it properly above her navel, leaving a small gap between blouse and waist.
Vanitha: I’ll lower it when I get out of the cab, she planned, smiling.
She ate idlis Maithili prepared, said, "Amma, I’m off," and climbed into the cab, giggling inwardly at Mani’s impending reaction. At the quarters, she stepped out, subtly lowering her saree to rest at her navel, and walked casually. Mani stood at the entrance, in a clean blue shirt and black pants, greeting her with a smile that hinted at his awareness of Sumithra’s absence and eagerness to be alone with her.
Mani: "Madam, come," he said, following her—his eyes slid from her loose hair to her waist and navel, freezing his face in shock.
His speech faltered.
Mani: "Madam... inside... come," he mumbled.
Vanitha hid a laugh.
Vanitha: "Alright, Mani," she replied casually.
She sat at the office desk—her sheer black saree revealed her pale skin, her navel faintly visible. Mani stared briefly, catching his breath.
Vanitha: "Mani, get these documents," she said.
Mani: "Yes, madam," he mumbled, heading out.
Vanitha: "Where’s the tea?" she asked.
Mani snapped out of his daze.
Mani: "Sorry, madam, I’ll make it now," he stammered, rushing to the kitchen.
Vanitha let a small smile linger, diving into work. Mani returned with tea, setting it on the desk’s edge.
Mani: "Madam, I’ll be back quick," he said, stealing a glance at her waist before leaving.
Vanitha, absorbed in work, didn’t notice. Later, Mani returned with documents.
Mani: "Madam, the papers GM sir mentioned?"
Vanitha: "Wait a bit, I’ll finish," she replied.
Mani stood nearby, his eyes tracing her—her forehead, large eyes, soft cheeks, small nose, red lips, sharp chin, long neck, breasts veiled by the saree, curved waist—lingering on her exposed midriff, his body warming, then down to her thighs’ subtle curve, polished toenails, back to her face to check if she noticed. As Vanitha handed him the finished paper, he fumbled to take it. Seeing his shock, she thought, That’s enough play, and adjusted her saree to cover fully, as it was when she left home.
Mani returned faster, bolder, but visibly disappointed to see her waist covered. At noon, he brought lunch.
Mani: "Madam, eat," he said.
Vanitha: "I don’t eat alone, come, sit," she invited.
Mani sat hesitantly. Over food, she asked, "Tell me about your family."
Mani spoke fondly of his wife and daughter.
Mani: "My girl wants to be a doctor, madam," he shared, eyes bright with dreams.
Learning his good side, Vanitha decided, No more teasing, accepting his attraction as typical male curiosity. At 4 PM, Mani brought tea.
Mani: "Madam, tea, you’ve worked hard," he said.
Typing, hands aching, Vanitha groaned, "Ah…" stretching both arms. Her right breast slipped fully from the saree, starkly visible in her blouse—Mani, close by, saw it, his body heating, frozen in high tension.
Vanitha sipped the tea.
Vanitha: "Thanks, Mani," she said, continuing.
At 5 PM, she went to the bathroom, washed her face, and returned, exhausted, forgetting her saree had slipped lower. Standing by the desk, she called, "Mani, come here," reviewing papers. Mani, already on edge, saw her exposed waist and, forgetting fear and respect, approached with raw desire. He deliberately dropped a paper, bending to pick it up, gazing closely at her navel—a soft hollow shimmering against her pale skin, entrancing him. Rising hurriedly, he accidentally brushed her waist with his hand. Vanitha, finishing the paper, turned, startled by his touch.
Vanitha: "What?" she gasped, realizing.
Both recoiled—Mani stammered.
Mani: "Sorry, madam, I was picking up the paper... I slipped rising..." he pleaded, face red with fear and nerves.
Vanitha, grasping the situation, said, "Alright, take these documents and bring this tomorrow," and left swiftly, heading to the cab without letting Mani linger.
In the car, her mind churned—Mani’s hand on her waist sent a shiver through her, unease rising. At home, Maithili greeted her.
Maithili: "Vinith took the kids shopping. Tomorrow’s a holiday for them, he’s getting groceries. Need anything?"
Vanitha: "No, Amma, I’ll rest," she said, retreating to the bedroom.
She changed into a two-piece nightie, lying flat on the bed. Her mind replayed the day—teasing Mani, his respect turning to a touch, all spurred by her mischief and carelessness.
Vanitha: Why did I do this? It feels cheap. I’ve never acted like this before, she scolded herself, resolving, I need to keep Mani at a distance.
Determined to protect her pride and respect, she rose, helped Maithili in the kitchen. Later, Vinith and the kids returned, tired from eating out. Finishing routine chores, Vanitha lay in bed—her resolve firm, she sank into sleep.