Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

A Painful Transaction

Vanitha slowly turned her face toward Mani, her voice heavy with hesitation and pain.
Mani: "Madam, I can’t hold on anymore, let’s finish this now…"
He paused, gesturing with his eyes for her to remove her underwear. Taking a deep breath, without rising from the bed, Vanitha lifted her hips slightly, sliding the white fabric down with both hands—it slipped off her legs, dangling at the bed’s edge. Mani, in a surge of excitement, leapt up, rushed to his pants, grabbed a condom, and showed it to Vanitha eagerly.
Mani: "Madam, this is a costly branded condom, I’ve never used anything this expensive in my life, madam!"
He began putting it on. Vanitha, seeing his penis for the first time—not large, average in size—felt a small relief, though her mind remained steeped in fear and shame. Mani, ready and fully naked, knelt on the bed, gazing at her. His eyes fixed on her completely shaved pubic area, and he spoke in awe.
Mani: "Madam, I never thought an Indian girl could be so fair… I expected it to be darker, but it’s so clean and shaved, amazing, madam!"
Bringing his face close to her pubic area, he ran a finger gently over it, repeating.
Mani: "Madam, you smell incredible!"
Vanitha’s shame gnawed at her—her eyes stared at the floor, her body frozen. Mani positioned himself above her, his penis hovering over her pubic area. In a soft but eager voice, he asked.
Mani: "Madam, can you spread your legs a bit, please?"
Vanitha, legs clenched in embarrassment, took a deep breath and slowly parted them, making way. Mani lowered his back, attempting to enter her—but her body, lacking enough moisture, was tight. After two or three tries, he pushed harder, causing Vanitha sharp pain. She cried out loudly.
Vanitha: "Aahh! It hurts!"
Her eyes squeezed shut, head thrashing side to side, writhing in pain. Mani, startled, jumped up, stammering.
Mani: "Sorry, madam! Sorry, madam! I didn’t think it’d be so tight for my size… I’ll use oil, don’t worry!"
He scrambled off the bed, ran to the table, and grabbed a small can of coconut oil. Vanitha, pained by both the physical hurt and Mani’s ignorance, longed to end this moment—her mind desperate for it to be over. Mani poured oil into his palm, rubbing it over his condom-covered penis. Positioning himself again, he murmured softly.
Mani: "It’ll go smoothly now, madam…"
With the oil’s aid, his penis slid in easily. Holding her shoulders, he began moving slowly—the oil made his motions fluid. Within minutes, Mani reached climax, letting out a loud moan.
Mani: "Aahh!"
In exhilaration, he collapsed onto her, breathing heavily—his body’s heat gradually faded. After lying there briefly, he rose, beaming.
Mani: "Thanks, madam! Thanks, madam! It was like heaven… aahh!"
He rolled to her side, lying down—both breathed heavily for a moment. Vanitha sat up slowly, glancing at Mani beside her, his now-soft penis visible, and hurried to the bathroom. She showered for a long time—cold water touched her skin as tears streamed from her eyes, disgust and shame overwhelming her. Yet, the thought that Mani hadn’t been overly harsh gave her faint relief.
Returning to the room, she saw Mani asleep on a mat on the floor, naked—his breathing steady, his face content. Unwilling to stay longer, Vanitha quickly dressed in her black saree, blouse, and petticoat, fixed her appearance, and left the room. She walked toward her work desk.