Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

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A Line Crossed

The bedroom door was locked—Vanitha and Angith stood by the bed, gazing at each other in silence. Their eyes mixed confusion and desire, a tense quiet filling the room. Desire burned stronger in Angith’s gaze—he unbuttoned his shirt, began undoing his pants, looking at Vanitha, his eyes pleading, Please. Understanding his longing, the last resistance in her mind—betraying her husband—crumbled. With a slight hesitation, Vanitha let her maroon saree slip from her shoulder, slowly unwrapping it from her body. Her eyes lowered, Angith’s scanned her eagerly—her white bra and black petticoat intensified his desire.
Vanitha unhooked her blouse, shedding it—now in her white bra and black petticoat. Angith removed his belt and pants, standing in white boxers—his eyes savored her. Vanitha untied her petticoat’s side knot, letting it fall—now in her white bra and black panties. She met Angith’s gaze—he stood in his white boxers, eyes alight with desire and curiosity. They studied each other’s bodies—then, Angith called softly.
Angith: "Vanitha," he said, voice tender.
She met his eyes—his face held a desperate yearning, wordlessly urging her to continue. With a pause, Vanitha unhooked her bra, letting it drop—now in only black panties, Angith in his boxers. His eyes roamed her—her loose hair, forehead dot, brows, eyes, nose, lips, chin, neck, bare chest, her breasts, their centers, stomach, navel, panties, thighs, knees, toes—then back to her face, flushed with shyness. In a husky whisper, he said.
Angith: "You keep getting more beautiful, Vanitha."
To hide her embarrassment and exposed body, Vanitha hugged him tightly—Angith returned the embrace, his hands roaming her back. His arousal, through his boxers, pressed against her panties—they felt each other’s warmth, standing like that for a minute. Angith gave her a deep kiss, and they moved to the bed.
He laid her on her back, lying beside her, gently sucking her right breast—his right hand softly squeezed her left. Switching, his mouth and hand explored the other for about two minutes. His lips trailed to her stomach, kissing across her body, reaching her navel—his tongue dipped inside, circling, sucking, entrancing her for a minute. Turning her onto her stomach, he kissed from her neck down her spine to her panties, planting a soft sound with a kiss, then slid them off—Vanitha lifted her hips to help.
Angith’s eyes drank in her fully nude back—he kissed her softly there, then turned her onto her back again. He gazed at her entire body—her face turned toward the wall, hiding in shyness; her hands gripped the bedsheet, trembling with desire. Angith gently parted her legs, bringing his face close to her intimate area, lightly haired. He began to suck slowly, then faster, murmuring.
Angith: "I missed this too."
A surge hit Vanitha—when his fingers moved up, twisting her nipples, she moaned loudly.
Vanitha: "Aahh," her body shook, reaching a peak.
As her trembling eased, Angith moved up, seeing satisfaction in her eyes. He shed his boxers, positioning above her, asking with his eyes.
Angith: "May I?"
Vanitha gave a slight nod—he entered her, moving quickly, and in about a minute, his body shuddered, reaching his peak, collapsing onto her. They lay there briefly, then he rolled beside her, both nude, slipping into a light sleep.
Ten minutes later, Vanitha stirred—grabbing a half-towel from the desk, she went to the bathroom. Cold water hit her face, jarring her—a pang of guilt rose, but she pushed it down, covering her body, preparing to return to the room.