Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

A Body Betrayed

A thick tension hung in the bedroom as Mani stepped closer to Vanitha, pausing to gaze at her. He gently embraced her, murmuring with fervor and desire.
Mani: "Madam… madam… my beautiful madam…"
Their bodies touched, each feeling the other’s warmth—Vanitha caught the scent of Mani’s Cuticura powder, a faint warning in her mind, while Mani melted under the soft fragrance of her expensive powder. Holding her tightly for a moment, he released her, stripped off his white vest, and stood in his blue boxer. In a hoarse, desire-laden voice, he said.
Mani: "Madam, let’s go to the bed…"
Without waiting for a reply, he softly took her hand, leading her to the bed. Vanitha felt a shiver at his touch but followed silently, offering no resistance. They stood by the bed in a moment of quiet. Mani climbed onto the bed, sitting on one side in his boxer, and beckoned her.
Mani: "Madam, come…"
He patted the bed, gesturing for her to sit. Understanding, Vanitha sat, then lay back, staring at the ceiling—her eyes vacant, her mind submerged in darkness.
Mani lay beside her, inching closer, his eyes roaming her body from head to toe. Whispering near her ear, he said.
Mani: "Madam, you’re glowing, madam…"
His face neared, kissing her lips—lingering on her upper and lower lips, slow and prolonged. Raising his head slightly, he kissed her neck and the exposed part of her chest—his lips wandered her front. After a while, his hand slid to her back. Sensing his intent, Vanitha slightly lifted her body to assist. Mani unhooked her bra, gently removing it—it fell to the floor.
Vanitha lay back, close to Mani—her bare breasts exposed, his eyes devoured them with hunger. He spoke, awestruck.
Mani: "Madam, what’s this, madam? You’re so fit… I never imagined your breasts like this, superb, madam!"
His gaze fixed on their centers, noting her nipples, firm in the cool air. Trembling, he moved a finger to her left nipple, touching it softly, circling—then to the other breast. Leaning in, he studied her right nipple, his tongue slowly circling it. Despite her reluctance, Vanitha’s body betrayed her—her sensitive nipples sent shivers and warmth through her, though her mind loathed the betrayal.
Mani began sucking her right nipple for about a minute, then kissed across her right breast before moving to the left. His saliva left a cool sensation on her right nipple, unsettling her further. Lingering longer on her left breast, he kissed downward between them, his lips trailing to her waist, briefly sucking her navel, then moving to her thighs, knees, and right foot. Kissing up her left leg, he reached the upper thigh near her underwear, his lips grazing both upper thighs. Lifting his head, he looked at her.
Vanitha turned her face to the wall, her disgust and shame evident—her eyes blurred with unshed tears, but she hid her emotions, remaining silent. Mani, oblivious to her feelings, called softly.
Mani: "Madam…"
His voice held gentle eagerness, but to Vanitha, it felt like a crushing weight. Her mind yearned to escape, but her body lay frozen on the bed—her heart pounded heavily, her soul drowned in darkness.