Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[yazhiniram]

The fan kept spinning above.

The cards were in my hand, but my fingers weren’t still.

They kept moving the same card back and forth, pretending to shuffle while my eyes kept flicking to him.

He was sitting there, bare-chested, wearing only that same white inner.

It had folded a little near his thigh. Probably stuck there from all the sitting and sweating.

His cock was still clearly resting sideways inside, not fully soft.

Maybe he thought I wasn’t watching anymore.

I was.

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I won this round.

And my mouth opened before my brain could stop it.

“Arjun…”

He looked up, smiling faintly.

I didn’t blink. “Are you a virgin?”

The words dropped into the silence like a coin falling in a temple.

His eyes blinked fast. His back straightened. He looked down at the mat once, then back up.

“Anni…” he said slowly. “What you mean anni?”

“Just tell,” I said, acting normal, but even I could hear the dryness in my throat. “We’ve come this far in dares.”

He rubbed the back of his neck.

Then he nodded. “Yes, anni. I’m virgin.”

That word — virgin — felt like a spark against my inner thigh.

He continued, still gentle.

“I’ve never been with a girl. Just once, in a theatre… I had a girlfriend during college… and one time I touched her boobs under her dupatta.”

That word hit me like lightning.

Boobs.

His voice was so soft, like it didn’t mean anything. Like he was saying biryani or homework.

But my chest tightened.

And I snapped.

“Enough,” I said, waving my hand, breaking eye contact.

“Sorry anni,” he said quickly. “You only asked.”

But it was too late.

My body had heard it.

And now…

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My bra felt tighter.

I could feel it hugging my breasts from underneath.

Not loose. Not slipping.

But holding me like it knew I needed support — for everything I was feeling right now.

And lower?

Between my legs?

Wet.

Not dripping. But there. That light pressure, that soft heat, like something wanted to swell from inside and wasn’t getting permission.

I coughed softly and picked the cards back up.

We started the next round.

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He won.

Just as he opened his mouth, my phone rang.

Tring. Tring.

I turned quickly.

It was on the wooden shelf near the TV.

I stood up, blouse shifting, petticoat clinging a bit to my hip from sweat.

The blouse was still unhooked at the back.

And as I turned, I knew it.

My bra straps were visible now.

Fully.

One was resting against my left shoulder, thin and snug.

The back strap — low and stretched — curved along my spine.

I hadn’t noticed until then how open I really was.

It was a casual cotton bra. Nothing fancy. But it suddenly felt like I was standing there in lingerie.

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I leaned forward to check the screen.

Kartik.

I froze for one heartbeat.

Then answered. “Hello?”

His voice was cheerful. “Hey… just boarded. Flight about to take off. How are things?”

My voice was dry. “Good. All fine here.”

“Arjun ate?” he asked.

I smiled. “Yes. He’s behaving. Playing cards.”

“Good good. Take care of him. Keep him fed.”

I laughed softly. “Okay okay.”

“Pass phone to him for a sec?”

I turned back.

He was sitting there — legs bent, cock clearly pressing now inside the inner, watching me over the cards.

I handed the phone.

He took it.

“Anna…”

He paused,

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From his face, “its looking like kartik asked him to, not to disturb me for every small things..”

Then said to him:

“No anna… I won’t disturb her. I will help if something needed”

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I froze.

I didn’t turn.

I didn’t breathe.

He was talking to Kartik.

His brother.

My husband.

And we were both standing here like this — me in an unhooked blouse, visible bra, panty line showing, half wet between the legs…

And him with a cock stretching through his inner like it was trying to tear out.

He ended the call and handed the phone back.

I cut it.

Kept it on the floor next to me.

He didn’t speak.

I didn’t speak.

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We sat back down.

Same spot. Same mat.

I picked up the cards slowly.

He was watching me.

Still respectful.

Still calling me anni.

But something had shifted.

Not in the game.

In my chest.

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He shuffled the cards again, bare chest rising slow with every breath.

The inner was still sitting low on his hips, barely holding anything back. His cock had thickened again — not standing straight, but full, heavy, shaped.

He was trying to sit normal. But I could see it twitching once in a while.

We played.

He won.

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He leaned slightly forward. Eyes calm.

“Anni…”

I looked at him sideways. “Now what, da?”

He said it very simply.

“Remove your bra. But blouse should stay. Like this — unhooked.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Really?”

He nodded.

I laughed softly. “Your anna said don’t disturb me. But look what you’re asking now.”

He gave one grin — just a small one — but didn’t back down.

I shook my head. “You’re becoming very smart, Arjun.”

Still, he waited.

I looked down.

Let out a soft breath.

Then leaned back slightly.

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My fingers slid under the blouse.

Reached behind.

The hooks were already stretched — the blouse was unhooked from earlier. The bra had loosened slightly during the last few moves.

I found the first hook.

Pressed.

Second one.

Then the last.

The elastic relaxed. My shoulders felt lighter.

I slipped one strap off my left arm. Then the other.

Slowly pulled the entire bra from inside the blouse — threading it out through the sleeve.

It came off like a secret.

Cotton. Beige. Still warm from my body.

I folded it once and placed it on the side.

Now…

My breasts were free.

No hook. No strap.

Just soft blouse cloth holding them loosely — the cotton sitting over full skin, no support.

Every breath made them move gently.

Every small shift made my nipples brush the inside.

I didn’t look at him.

But I knew he was watching.

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We started the next round.

I needed to win.

But I was not steady.

Because now…

I could feel it.

Every bounce.

Every small rise and fall in my chest.

The blouse was not tight. It wasn’t clinging.

It was worse.

It was loose.

Every movement made the fabric flutter softly over my breasts.

The nipples were brushing lightly under the cloth — not hard, but tingling.

And when I leaned forward?

They pressed.

And I knew.

He was noticing everything.

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Still… I lost.

He won again.

I gave him a mock scolding look. “Now don’t ask me to remove the blouse.”

He smiled.

“No anni. Just a question.”

“What?”

“Did you ever love anyone? During college?”

I smiled to myself.

“No.”

He looked surprised. “Seriously?”

“Pakka. I never loved anyone. Never went out. I was a proper family girl.”

He nodded, thinking.

His eyes went down again for half a second.

At my blouse.

He didn’t say anything.

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We played again.

This time, I won.

I sat up straighter.

My breasts shifted under the cloth as I moved.

I didn’t stop it.

Didn’t fix anything.

Just sat there.

No bra.

No hook.

Fully in control.

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I had just won.

Cards still warm from my hand. My breasts loose under my unhooked blouse, nipples brushing against cotton. Every time I shifted, I could feel the cloth teasing me. Small electric touches.

I looked at him.

Sitting in his inner. Cock resting thick. Face calm, but eyes hungry.

“Okay,” I said, tilting my head. “Dare for you.”

He looked up. “Tell, anni.”

“Where do you think this game is heading?”

He blinked once.

I smiled. “That’s the dare. Answer honestly. What’s your plan? When are we ending?”

He rubbed his chin like he was actually thinking.

Then shrugged.

“Anni… I didn’t plan anything. But I’m glad you gave the idea. It’s fun. I also don’t know where it’s going. But… I’m curious.”

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Curious.

That word made me sit up straight.

My blouse shifted again. One breast almost slipped from under the fold — I adjusted nothing. Just stared at him.

In my head I was cursing.

You want me to strip. You’re not saying it, but you want me naked right in front of you, you cheeky idiot.

I sighed.

“That’s not a proper dare,” I said, crossing my arms — which only pushed my breasts together more. “You’re giving lecture.”

He laughed. “Then tell the proper dare, anni.”

“Okay. Get up.”

He stood.

“Now do a 10-second dance. But not funny style. Proper seducing-your-future-wife dance.”

He gave one mock shy smile. “Anni…”

“Go.”

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He started.

And I have to admit…

He was good.

His hips moved smoother than I expected.

Shoulders relaxed, eyes focused. He didn’t go vulgar — he just moved. One roll. One swing. One soft thrust of his hip forward.

And all I could see was that inner — white, loose, trying to stay on — and his cock pressing inside it.

Even with those silly steps, it was bouncing a little.

My eyes stayed there longer than they should’ve.

And when he turned and did one full rotation with that fake lover-boy smile, I laughed.

“Okay okay! Enough!” I said, clapping once.

He grinned. “Was it good?”

“Not bad. Definitely better than your anna.”

We both laughed.

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Next round.

He shuffled faster now. His chest rising slightly.

He won.

I paused.

Waited.

And then he said it.

“Anni… remove your petticoat. Just stand and remove it.”

I stared at him.

Blink.

Silence.

“No no,” I said quickly. “That’s too much.”

He didn’t push yet.

Just tilted his head.

“Anni…”

“I said no.”

Still soft.

“No pressure. But rule is rule.”

I looked at him sharply. “You’re really pushing it now.”

He didn’t reply.

But his eyes…

They were saying everything.

My legs stayed crossed.

My fingers played with the knot at the petticoat side.

I didn’t open it.

But I didn’t walk away either.

“I said no.”

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His face dropped.

Eyes went down.

Shoulders relaxed.

And I saw it.

His cock — shrinking.

That thick press inside his inner?

It softened.

Folded slightly.

Lay there like it didn’t know what happened.

And I felt… powerful.

And guilty.

And curious.

All at once.

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After one full minute, I looked at him again.

His fingers were still holding the cards.

He wasn’t even looking up now.

So I sighed.

Softly.

“Fine.”

He blinked.

I cleared my throat. “But don’t think bad of me. Don’t misunderstand.”

He sat straighter.

I got up.

My blouse was still open. My breasts hanging gently under the cotton.

I reached for the knot.

Untied it slowly.

The petticoat dropped.

Soft thud on the mat.

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Now I was standing in just panty and unhooked blouse.

That’s all.

My hips fully bare.

Panty line cutting across my curves.

My legs visible up to my thighs.

Stomach soft, navel open, skin glowing in the low light.

And the blouse?

Still holding.

Barely.

Just cloth covering my breasts now — nipples pressing from inside, shape fully obvious.

I didn’t look at him.

But I could hear him breathe.

And in the corner of my eye?

That cock…

Growing again.

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I sat back down, carefully.

The mat felt cooler now. My thighs were warm. The panty — still black, still tight — clung to me like glue.

And when I adjusted my hips, I felt it.

Wet.

Just a small patch in the centre.

But enough.

Enough that the cloth had darkened a little. Enough that if he looked there — he’d know.

I looked away, pretending to focus on the cards. But inside? My stomach twisted.

Did he notice?

Maybe.

His eyes dipped once, fast.

Maybe he saw it.

My cheeks flushed.

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We started the next round.

And I won.

I sat up straighter. Breasts lifted under the blouse, jiggled slightly. The cotton brushed my nipples like feathers. I didn’t adjust.

I didn’t even think.

The dare just came out of my mouth.

“Come close to me.”

He looked up.

I swallowed once. “Come near my ear. Say my name. Then kiss me. On the chin.”

My breath hitched after I finished saying it.

He’s my brother-in-law.

Kartik’s younger brother.

But I said it.

And Arjun?

He smiled.

Not big.

Just soft.

He stood up without a word.

Walked to me.

Bent down slowly.

His bare chest hovered inches from my arm. I could smell him — soap, skin, little sweat.

He came near my face.

And said it.

“Pavitra…”

My name.

Said soft.

Said low.

Like he wasn’t calling me.

Like he was savouring it.

Then, instead of my chin — he kissed me on the neck.

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Warm lips.

Soft pressure.

One kiss.

On the left side of my neck, just above the collarbone.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t breathe.

But my body?

I moaned.

Just one breathy sound. Quiet. Half-open mouth.

Like a sigh that forgot to stay inside.

And in that moment, I felt it:

I was leaking.

My pussy — wet.

My panty — damp.

My thighs — slightly sticky.

He stood back up. Quiet.

Went to sit again.

Didn’t say a word.

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I sat there.

Neck tingling.

Thighs pressed.

Blouse loose.

Chest rising slowly.

What was I even doing?

I didn’t know.

But my hand rested near my lap, close to the wet spot. And my fingers were trembling.

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Next round.

He won.

He looked calm again. But his chest was moving faster now.

“Anni,” he said.

“Yes,” I replied, voice weak.

“Touch my chest. And tell what you think about me.”

I blinked.

But I didn’t refuse.

I reached out — hand open, shaking slightly.

Placed my palm on his chest.

It was warm.

Firm.

Faintly damp with sweat.

His nipples were small, but slightly hard. My finger grazed one.

As I leaned, my blouse shifted.

Slipped.

My underboob came into view — round edge visible from under the cotton. I didn’t notice at first. He did.

I touched his chest slowly. My hand open across his left side.

And I said:

“Arjun… you’re not that 14-year-old boy anymore.”

I looked at his eyes.

“You’ve grown,” I said.

And in my head, I finished it — by looking at your cock.

But I didn’t say that.

I pulled my hand back.

Adjusted my blouse quickly. Hook still undone. Cloth now barely hiding anything.

He didn’t say a word.

Just picked the cards.

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Next round began.

He won.

Again.

And this time… we both knew… we weren’t just playing anymore.

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