Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

A Reluctant Surrender

A heavy silence blanketed the room as Mani, still panting, spoke with satisfaction.
Mani: "Thanks, madam… that was amazing, thanks…"
Vanitha rose slowly from him, gathering her clothes—saree, blouse, petticoat, bra, underwear—from the floor and walking toward the bedroom. Her body trembled, her mind overwhelmed with shame—she silently changed, desperate to forget the moment. But Mani hurriedly followed, calling out.
Mani: "Madam, one minute…"
He gently took her hand, pulling her to the bed, sitting in its center and beckoning her.
Mani: "Madam, come to the bed…"
Vanitha, confused, thought to herself—Is he ready again? Is that even possible?—her eyes glanced at his penis, now soft. Mani called again, his voice tinged with eagerness.
Mani: "Please, madam, just a minute… come lie down…"
With eyes full of confusion and hesitation, Vanitha lay back on the bed—her body rigid, her mind grappling to understand his intent. Mani, with a mischievous smile, moved close to her pubic area, speaking softly.
Mani: "Madam, I’ve never even done this for my wife… but with you, I want complete satisfaction, madam…"
Vanitha, realizing his intent, recoiled inwardly—she felt his tongue glide slowly up and down her pubic lips. Though unprepared, her body, betraying her, responded, rising involuntarily—she loathed it, yet her body craved release. Mani’s tongue moved faster, but his inexperience was evident—his eager efforts lacked skill.
Though Vanitha typically climaxed easily, Mani’s inexperience delayed her. Unwilling to prolong the moment, she grasped his head with one hand, guiding his tongue to her clitoris. Mani, encouraged, understood her cue and licked faster. Vanitha gripped his hair tighter as climax neared—her body shuddered, waves of release engulfing her. As her trembling subsided, they lingered a moment—Mani’s breath warmed her thighs; Vanitha, eyes closed, panted in shame.
Mani slid up, whispering near her ear.
Mani: "Madam, I’ve never felt this excited doing this before… superb, madam!"
Satisfied, he rolled off, lying on the mat on the floor—his breathing steadied, his body relaxed. Vanitha, exhausted and panting, lay on the bed—her eyes stared at the ceiling, but her mind sank in darkness. Though her body had climaxed, her heart thudded heavily—shame and disgust consumed her. In that moment, she slipped into sleep, her body frozen with fatigue, her mind lost in temporary oblivion.