Adultery Sakshi's Universe

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The room was dim, curtains drawn, casting shadows that moved like whispers over the walls. The air felt dense—charged with something beyond desire, beyond restraint. Sakshi stepped inside, the soft rustle of her blue saree the only sound breaking the tense silence.
Ramu was already waiting, his presence commanding yet vulnerable, anticipation etched clearly in his eyes. Before she could speak, he crossed the space between them swiftly and embraced her from behind. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her tightly against his chest.
“I've waited for this day for nine years,” he murmured, his voice thick with longing.
Sakshi chuckled softly, turning her head slightly. “Nine years? But I've only been here a few months, Ramu.”
His lips brushed the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He laughed, low and deep, his breath warm against her skin. “It's not about when you came here, Sakshi. I've waited nine years to finally make love to my Sakshi this way, exactly how I've always imagined.”
She turned slowly in his arms, her eyes soft and curious. "You've imagined this for that long?"
"Every night," he replied, gently cupping her face in his hands. Their eyes met, an exchange filled with years of unspoken feelings and desires.
He leaned in, his lips finding hers without hesitation. The kiss was gentle at first, hesitant, but soon their mouths opened to each other, exploring passionately, naturally—as if they had done so a thousand times before. Their tongues danced slowly, warmly, claiming a sense of freedom they'd both secretly craved.

Breaking the kiss, Ramu’s gaze drifted to her neck, settling upon the mangalsutra resting against her collarbone. A brief shadow crossed his expression.
"Remove it," he said softly, his voice firm but tender.
Sakshi blinked, momentarily unsure. "Why?"
He smiled warmly, tracing the delicate chain with his fingertip. "You should only wear one mangalsutra, Sakshi—the one I've tied."
She paused for a heartbeat, then laughed softly, recognizing the truth in his words. Her fingers moved slowly to the clasp behind her neck, and she carefully removed the mangalsutra her husband had tied. She held it briefly, contemplating, before gently placing it on the bedside table.
"Now," she whispered, stepping back into his embrace, eyes sparkling with playful intensity, "I am truly yours."
He pulled her close again, their bodies pressing together with newfound freedom. His lips claimed hers once more, deepening the kiss, a promise of the passion about to unfold. Their hearts raced, minds blurred by the overwhelming realization of the love they'd long kept hidden, now finally set free.
His fingers moved with slow precision, tracing gentle circles along the edges of her blouse, feeling the heat of her skin radiating beneath the fabric. Sakshi drew a shaky breath as his hand slid upward, palm brushing the soft swell of her breasts. Through the thin material, his thumb found the peak of her nipple, already hardening beneath his touch.

"Ramu," she whispered, her voice thick with desire and vulnerability.
"I've dreamed about this too," he murmured softly, pressing a lingering kiss just beneath her ear. His fingertips explored the delicate contours of her breasts, teasing lightly, savoring every reaction her body offered him. Sakshi's eyes fluttered closed, her breath quickening as he cupped her gently, squeezing with just enough pressure to draw a soft moan from her lips.
His hands moved downward, exploring the soft fabric of her blouse. Encouraged by her response, he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses over the fabric, biting gently through the blouse to tease her stiffening nipples. Her moan spurred him on, igniting his excitement.
"Do you know how long I've imagined how you'd feel, how you'd respond?" he whispered hoarsely, capturing her mouth again in a deep, lingering kiss.
Slowly, he began unfastening her blouse hooks, taking his time to kiss her exposed skin with each button undone. With practiced ease, he worked through the hooks, laying warm kisses down her neck and collarbone. Sakshi's breath quickened, her anticipation building with each kiss, each inch of exposed skin sending heat radiating through her body.
When he reached the final hook, the tension from the weight of her breasts resisted his fingers slightly. Smiling shamelessly, she reached up to help him, their hands briefly entwined before the last clasp gave way. Her blouse loosened and fell away, slipping from her shoulders, revealing her bra-covered breasts.
Ramu immediately pressed forward again, kissing and gently biting her sensitive flesh through the delicate lace. His fingers skillfully found and released the bra hooks, slowly pulling the garment away to reveal her bare skin beneath. The bra joined her blouse on the floor.
“Take them off,” he whispered huskily, eyes darkened with awe and hunger.
Without hesitation, Sakshi slipped the remaining fabric off completely. Her skin flushed under his intense gaze, both shy and excited by his open admiration.
"You're even more beautiful than my dreams," he breathed reverently.
“You’re perfect,” he added softly, lowering his mouth to her bare breasts. He kissed and tenderly suckled her, savoring every sound of pleasure she offered, every moan and shiver she surrendered to him.
In his arms, she felt not just desired—but worshipped.
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