Adultery Radiance of Vanitha

[adams_masala]

Their lips met in a collision of restraint and hunger. He captured her plump lower lip first, savoring its fullness between his own. The softness yielded to him, warm and yielding, tasting of cardamom and saffron from the ceremonial milk. He suckled gently, drawing a whimper from deep in her throat that vibrated against his palms still cradling her neck.


When he released her lower lip, it was only to claim her upper one, tracing its perfect bow with the tip of his tongue. Vanitha's hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle as she steadied herself against the onslaught of sensation. This was nothing like the perfunctory kisses she had shared with Ashok—this was devouring, consuming, a claiming that left her breathless.

Selvam's hands slid from her neck to her shoulders, then down her arms, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When they reached her waist, they splayed across her bare midriff, his thumbs caressing the soft hollow below her ribcage. He pulled her closer until their bodies pressed together, the heat between them igniting the air.

"Mama," she gasped against his mouth, the forbidden word now an endearment that sparked renewed hunger in his kiss.

His hands moved to her back, finding the hidden hooks of her blouse.His fingers found the first hook of her blouse, positioned just below her breasts. With deliberate slowness, he released it, the fabric parting to reveal another but he stopped “wait I want to see you” the pallu fell in a whisper of fabric, revealing the full extent of her blouse and the treasures it contained.

"Beautiful," he breathed, taking in the sight of her. The red blouse clung to her curves like a jealous lover, the front hooks straining slightly against the fullness of her breasts. Through the sheer fabric, he could see the darker shadows of her areolas, a tantalizing preview of what lay beneath.

With reverent hands, Selvam continued his methodical unveiling, each hook surrendering to his touch. The first revealed the upper curve of her breasts, their fullness straining against the confines of the fabric. The second exposed the central valley between them, deep and inviting.

“front hooks? how tasteful” he acknowledged.

She knew women don’t wear front hook blouse anymore and knew this will entice this traditional man.

By the third hook, the blouse gaped open enough to reveal the lace of her bra beneath, red satin of her bra, its color a perfect match for her saree. The fourth hook revealed the full swell of her breasts, rising and falling with each quickened breath. When the final hook surrendered, the blouse fell open completely, revealing the sheer red bra that cupped her breasts like offering hands.

"You planned this," Selvam murmured, his fingers tracing the delicate lace edging of the bra. "Every detail."

"For weeks," Vanitha confessed, her voice a breathless whisper. "Since the moment I discovered SilverFox77 was you."

Selvam's hands moved to her shoulders, gently pushing the blouse down her arms until it fell away completely. The mangalsutra gleamed against her skin, the gold pendant nestled between her breasts, sanctifying their forbidden union.

“Mama, you promised me something in the morning.”

“What?”

"You promised me I could see it," Vanitha whispered, her gaze dropping pointedly to the dhoti wrapped around his waist. The fabric tented slightly, betraying his arousal. "This morning during yoga, you denied me when I reached for you. You said 'later.' Now it's later, mama."

A slow, teasing smile spread across Selvam's face, his eyes darkening with playful dominance. "Did I promise that? I don't recall the exact words."

Vanitha's fingers moved toward the knot securing his dhoti, but Selvam caught her wrist, his grip firm but gentle. "Patience," he murmured, bringing her captured hand to his lips. He pressed a kiss against her palm, his tongue darting out to taste the sensitive skin. "Good things come to those who wait."

"I've waited long enough," Vanitha protested, her free hand boldly reaching for the knot of his dhoti. "I've been patient for years, mama. I've watched you, wanted you, dreamed of this moment."

Selvam caught her other wrist, now holding both her hands captive between them. The action brought them closer, her breasts pressing against his bare chest, the cool metal of the thaali trapped between their heated skin.

"Then you can wait a few moments more," he whispered against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "A proper first night follows certain... protocols."

With gentle pressure, he guided her backward until the edge of the bed met the backs of her knees. Vanitha sank onto the mattress, the rose petals crushed beneath her weight releasing their heady fragrance. Selvam knelt before her, his hands moving to her feet where gold anklets jingled softly with each movement. His fingers caressed the delicate bones of her ankles, tracing the contours with reverent attention.

"In the ancient Tamil tradition," Selvam murmured, his voice taking on the hypnotic quality of a storyteller, "the groom worships at the feet of his bride, acknowledging her as the embodiment of Lakshmi, the goddess of prosperity and fortune."

His thumbs pressed into the arch of her right foot, drawing a soft gasp from Vanitha's lips. The pressure was exquisite—firm enough to send waves of pleasure radiating up her leg, yet gentle enough to feel like worship.