Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

A Fragile Boundary

Mani’s finger traced Vanitha’s waist folds from top to bottom, grazing her skin softly, leaving a clammy touch. His index finger moved to her navel, circling gently, pressing slightly to feel its inner contours. His voice, steeped in desire, murmured softly.
Mani: "Madam… madam…"
Embracing her waist, he pressed his face against her bare stomach—his heavy breath warmed her skin, the sweet scent of Boomer gum reaching her. Vanitha’s fingers, paused on the keyboard, froze; her eyes stared blankly at the screen. Her mind, crushed by the moment’s weight, sank into emptiness.
Mani rose slowly, standing beside her, calling in a gentle yet eager voice.
Mani: "Madam…"
Vanitha turned, her eyes a mix of fear and confusion—her heart raced, her body rigid. Mani’s gaze burned with renewed desire, intense longing in his stare. Taking her hand softly, he pulled her up—they faced each other. In a faltering voice, tinged with fear and desire, he said.
Mani: "Madam, I’ve dreamed so many times… of you working naked at this table… can you, please…"
His words echoed in the silent room, his eyes pleading. Vanitha recoiled inwardly at the strangeness of his request—its weight plunged her deeper into shame and confusion. Eyes fixed on the floor, she began untying her saree—it slid softly to the ground. Hesitating, she unhooked her blouse, trembling fingers undoing her petticoat’s knot, letting it fall. But, unwilling to go further, she pleaded in a soft, shaky voice.
Vanitha: "Mani, this feels uncomfortable… can we stop here?"
Mani, eyes disappointed but quick to respond, said.
Mani: "Okay, madam, okay, madam… if it’s uncomfortable, no problem, this much was enough for me."
His voice held satisfaction mixed with veiled disappointment. Vanitha, in her bra and underwear, sat back down—despite trying, she couldn’t type. Shame gnawed at her; her body lay exposed under Mani’s gaze. Mani sat beside her, eagerly admiring her curves and bare skin, his eyes filled with fervent desire.
After a while, Mani took her hand, lifting her again. Embracing her, he led her slowly to the dining table—her feet padded softly, but her heart thudded heavily. Stopping her by the table, Mani began undressing—his eyes never left her, fixating on her bra and underwear with fervor. Vanitha, eyes on the floor, stood silent—her mind yearned to end this, to reclaim control. The room brimmed with tension—Mani’s intense desire clashed silently with Vanitha’s restrained emotions.