Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

An Unending Ordeal

Vanitha awoke around 3 p.m., her body heavy with exhaustion, her mind still crushed by the weight of earlier moments. Her eyes caught Mani, lying on the floor mat, resetting his phone. Noticing her, he spoke in an upbeat tone.
Mani: "Madam, you’re up? You were in deep sleep, so I started reinstalling apps like WhatsApp on my phone. Madam, go freshen up, we’ve got about an hour left."
Vanitha’s heart sank—It’s not over yet?—her mind yearned for the ordeal’s end, but her body moved mechanically. Naked, she walked to the bathroom, starting a cold shower—the water grazed her, offering fleeting relief, but her mind remained in darkness. A sudden knock startled her—instinctively knowing it was Mani, she hesitantly opened the door.
Mani, naked with a semi-erect penis, stepped into the bathroom, standing close under the cold water. In a soft, desire-filled voice, he said.
Mani: "Madam, I don’t want to trouble you more… time’s short, so instead of another round in bed, can you… would you…"
He paused, stumbling, then continued.
Mani: "Madam, while we shower together, can you give me a hand job? It’s another dream of mine, madam…"
Vanitha thought to herself—How many dreams does he have?—but a hand job seemed less invasive. Silently, she nodded slightly, turning toward the water. Mani moved behind her, his front brushing her back—her body tensed at his touch. He gently took her right hand, placing it on his semi-erect penis, guiding it back and forth. Her fingers slid over the wet surface—the water’s chill clashed with his body’s heat.
Time seemed to pause. Mani lowered his head, whispering near her ear.
Mani: "Madam, your hand’s so soft… aah…"
He let out a soft moan, expressing his pleasure, then continued gently.
Mani: "Madam, if I touch you a bit, it’ll finish faster… can I, please?"
Understanding the situation, Vanitha nodded silently. Mani, excited, said softly.
Mani: "Thanks, madam!"
He gently cupped her breasts with both hands, rubbing softly—the cold water flowed over them, creating an odd sensation. Mani moaned softly, but Vanitha’s hand paused, fatigued. She said hesitantly.
Vanitha: "Mani, my hand hurts…"
Mani replied quickly, apologetic.
Mani: "Oh, sorry, madam! I’ve finished twice, so it’s taking longer… let’s switch to your other hand."
He took her left hand, placing it on his now fully erect penis—her left palm began sliding over it. Mani’s left hand rubbed her left breast, his right roaming her stomach, grazing her navel, then moving lower. Vanitha, hesitant, said softly.
Vanitha: "Please, Mani, not there… it hurts a bit…"
Mani, startled but attentive, replied quickly.
Mani: "Okay, madam, okay!"
He moved his hand back to her breasts. Vanitha tightened her grip, moving faster—Mani kissed her neck softly, moaning. Moments later, his arousal peaked—he gripped her breast harder, climaxing with a loud moan as semen spilled from his penis.
Their bodies froze for a moment—Mani’s hands softly held her breasts; cold water cascaded over them. He stepped back, saying gently.
Mani: "Thanks, madam…"
He left the bathroom, satisfaction spreading across his face. Vanitha stood alone under the cold water—her eyes blurred with tears, but she silently cleaned herself, trying to erase the moment. Her heart thudded heavily with shame, yet her mind resolved to endure the ordeal’s end.
 
 
A Return to Normalcy
Vanitha lingered in the bathroom, cleansing her body under cold water—the stream offered fleeting relief, but her mind remained heavy with the weight of earlier moments. After drying off, she returned to the room, dressing meticulously in her black saree, blouse, and petticoat. The bedroom and surroundings were neatly arranged—bedding folded, floor clean. Mani, in the kitchen, prepared tea, his face a mix of satisfaction and strange calm.
Vanitha took papers from the desk, setting them to print on the computer—her fingers moved to work, striving to reclaim normalcy. Mani approached with two cups of tea, placing one before her, his voice blending eagerness and gratitude.
Mani: "Madam, I’ll never forget this day… you showed me heaven, thanks, madam."
Silently, Vanitha sipped her tea, eyes fixed on the cup, withholding any response, concealing her emotions. She stood, organized the papers, handed them to him, and spoke in a flat voice.
Vanitha: "Alright, submit these at the office. Tell Sumithra to collect these documents from the office tomorrow."
Mani replied dutifully.
Mani: "Okay, madam."
Vanitha gathered her belongings and left the quarters. Her car gleamed in the sunlight—she climbed in, drove home mechanically, and upon entering, collapsed onto the sofa, exhaustion pulling her into immediate sleep—her mind slipping into temporary oblivion.
Around 8 p.m., Vanitha awoke, rising slowly. She changed into a nightie, glancing at herself in the mirror—her face was drawn with fatigue, but her eyes held resolve. Calling her children, she laughed with them, asking about college and their little mischiefs, slipping into the role of a normal mother. In the kitchen, preparing dinner, she spoke to her husband. Noticing the strain in her voice, he asked, and she replied softly.
Vanitha: "Just work fatigue, that’s all…"
Hiding her emotions, she tried to sound casual. After cooking and eating slowly, she rebuilt her resolve—It’s over. From tomorrow, I’ll be the old Vanitha again. Lying in bed, she closed her eyes, sinking into deep sleep—her body stilled by exhaustion, her mind inching toward a new beginning.