Adultery Nalini and The Unseen Virus

[tweeny_fory]

Part 26 - Preparation for The Art of Seduction

Teja, who had been silent, his gaze on the floor, finally met Nalini's eyes. For a brief moment, she thought she saw a flicker of regret in his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. He and Anbu stood up, moving away from her, leaving her alone. The sudden absence of his touch was like a cold slap, leaving her feeling more exposed than ever.


Anbu and Teja stood before Nalini, their eyes ravenously feasting on the sight of her exposed body, laid bare and defenseless. Anbu's gaze scoured her skin, his eyes as icy as the steel scissors that had shredded her petticoat, leaving her lower body stark naked. His dark, almost black eyes burned with a fierce hunger that sent shivers down Nalini's spine. His pupils expanded as he took in the sight of her breasts, barely contained by the thin blouse, the peaks of her nipples clearly visible, straining against the fabric. The material clung to her skin, revealing every rapid heartbeat and betraying her mix of fear and arousal.

Her full breasts, straining against the constraints of her blouse, were tipped with dark, erect nipples that rose and fell with each ragged breath. The fading sunlight cast a warm, golden glow on her ample curves, highlighting the soft, heaving contours of her chest. The blouse was a flimsy barrier, doing little to conceal the lushness beneath.

Teja's gaze was different, less predatory, more introspective. His eyes locked onto Nalini's, a silent question hanging in the air. Was it a glimmer of regret? Concern? Nalini couldn't decipher the emotion. Teja's gaze then dropped to her exposed midriff, the gentle curve of her stomach rising and falling with her panicked breathing. Her panties, still clinging to her, were soaked and clinging to her vulva, with a dark wet patch spreading as her juices leaked out. Anbu's gaze was fixed on the shadowy outline of her vulva, now glistening with arousal, a testament to her body's response despite her distress. Teja's eyes, though less aggressive, were just as intense, drinking in the sight of her nakedness with an unnerving hunger.

The bulge in their pants was evident, their erections straining against the fabric, pointing towards Nalini like accusatory fingers, a stark reminder of their dominance in this twisted scene. Nalini's eyes darted between the two men, a silent plea for mercy etched on her face, as she lay there, embodying the fiercest battle a woman can face: the struggle between desire and fear..

Suddenly, she couldn't take it anymore. With a surge of courage born from desperation, Nalini pushed herself off the examination table and stumbled towards the sofa, her legs wobbly and unsteady. The cold floor against her bare feet brought a fresh wave of reality to the situation. She collapsed onto the cushions, her legs instinctively closing to shield herself from their gaze. The fabric of her blouse clung to her breasts, which were now a deep shade of red from the cold and embarrassment. She drew her hands up to cover herself, her trembling fingers brushing over the dampness of her panties.

For a brief moment, she considered running, but the futility of the act was clear. Her mind raced, trying to find a way out, her breathing shallow and erratic. Anbu and Teja watched her every move, their eyes hungry, their intentions clear. She felt like a trapped animal, seeking refuge in the corner of the room, her body's reactions to their touch a cruel taunt to her shattered dignity.

As she felt the weight of their gazes upon her, she couldn't help but succumb to the overwhelming sense of shyness that washed over her. Her cheeks flushed, and she turned around, presenting her back to them as she lied back into the sofa. The soft cushions enveloped her, providing a sense of security she desperately craved in that moment. She couldn't bear the thought of facing them, her eyes avoiding theirs as she tried to escape the awkwardness that had settled in.

The intoxication that had been creeping up on her all evening had now taken a firm hold, clouding her thoughts and dulling her senses. She felt her eyelids growing heavy, her body relaxing into the sofa as the warmth of the moment enveloped her. Even the presence of two strangers in her home couldn't pierce through the haze of current state that was slowly claiming her. She murmured to herself, the words incoherent and slurred, as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.

"Just...just want to sleep..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, even to herself. The words were more of a thought than a spoken phrase, a plea to the universe to let her escape into the oblivion of sleep. Her body seemed to sag further into the sofa, her muscles relaxing as she let go of the tension that had been building up inside her. The last vestiges of her consciousness were consumed by the desire to shut her eyes and let the darkness take over, strangers or not.

As she drifted off, her murmurs became less coherent, mere whispers of sounds that held no meaning. Her breathing slowed, and her body became still, surrendering to the allure of sleep. The room around her, with its unfamiliar presence, faded into the background as she slipped into a state of unawareness, the only sound being her soft, rhythmic breathing

As Teja continued to watch Nalini, captivated by her beauty and the undeniable sensuality she exuded, Anbu resumed his preparations. He retrieved a bottle of intimacy massage oil from his bag and headed towards the kitchen. Teja's gaze followed him, her curiosity piqued by his actions.

"Anbu, what's that?" Teja inquired, her eyes fixed on the bottle in his hand.

"It's intimacy massage oil," Anbu replied calmly. "Could you bring me the perfume oils from the other bag?"

Teja rose and walked to the bag, retrieving the requested oils. "What do you need these for?" she asked, handing them over.

"I want to add a few drops to the massage oil," Anbu explained, accepting the perfume oils. "It'll enhance the aroma and create a more relaxing atmosphere."

Teja watched as Anbu carefully added the perfume oils. "What's that you're adding now?" she questioned, pointing to a small bottle containing sexual libido drops.

"These are sexual libido drops," Anbu stated matter-of-factly. "They'll help stimulate the senses and increase intimacy."

Teja raised an eyebrow, a flicker of intrigue in her eyes. "Are you sure that's necessary?" she asked, a hint of curiosity coloring her tone.

Anbu smiled knowingly. "Trust me, it's necessary," he said with a suggestive glint in his eyes. "Now, can you bring me a couple of small bowls from the cupboard?"

Teja nodded and fetched the bowls, handing them to Anbu. He carefully mixed the massage oil, perfume oils, and libido drops together, then gently warmed the mixture. "Could you grab a spoon to stir this?" he asked.

Teja retrieved a spoon, and Anbu stirred the concoction, ensuring the ingredients were thoroughly combined before pouring the aromatic mixture into the two bowls. He carefully carried the bowls back to the hall where Nalini remained peacefully oblivious.

As Anbu approached Nalini, Teja followed closely behind, her eyes fixed on Nalini's serene form. "What are you planning to do now?" Teja asked, her voice a hushed whisper.

"We're going to give Nalini a massage," Anbu replied, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Nalini. "It'll help her relax and... enhance the experience."

Teja's eyes widened slightly, her expression a mixture of surprise and anticipation. She remained silent, her gaze locked on Anbu as he began to prepare for the massage.

The atmosphere in the room grew thick with anticipation, the air filled with the intoxicating scent of perfume oils and the promise of intimacy. Nalini lay still, unaware of the sensual ritual about to unfold. Anbu and Teja stood beside her, their movements slow and deliberate as they orchestrated the scene. The stage was set for a deeply sensual and intimate experience, one designed to push the boundaries of relaxation and awaken hidden desires. The air crackled with unspoken promises, the anticipation palpable in the silent room.

Anbu, a tall and muscular man, took charge of the situation. He turned to Teja, who was standing nearby, and instructed him to bring two stools from the kitchen. "Teja," Anbu instructed, his voice a velvety command. "Bring two stools. Place one here," he gestured to the side of Nalini's head, "and the other by her legs."

Teja, a slightly shorter man with a lean build, nodded and headed to the kitchen to fetch the stools. He returned with the stools and placed them by Anbu's side, one near Nalini's head and the other near her leg. The stools were made of dark wood, with comfortable cushions that matched the sofa's upholstery.

"Good," Anbu said with a nod of approval. "Now sit by her head, Teja, and take this bowl." He handed Teja one of the small bowls filled with the warm, fragrant oil. "And I'll take this one." He picked up the other bowl, his eyes never leaving Nalini's form.

Teja perched on the stool, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. The soft light from the setting sun painted the room with a warm, golden glow that highlighted Nalini's skin. Her blouse was slightly parted, revealing the swell of her breasts, and her panties clung to her wetness like a second skin, a stark reminder of the power Anbu and Teja wielded over her.

Anbu mentioned, "Nalini Mam, now we are doing a oil massage on your body, it helps you relax in your current state and rejuvenates your body". Nalini in a mid sleep level, was like "What??".

Anbu replied, "The warm oil helps to relax the muscles and increases blood circulation. It's essential for a relaxing massage." The oil, which was made from a blend of essential oils and herbs, had a rich and earthy aroma that filled the room. The scent was soothing, and it helped to create a calming atmosphere.

"Teja," Anbu's voice was a low rumble, "start with her neck." He watched as Teja dipped his fingers into the oil, the viscous liquid coating them in a sensuous embrace. Nalini's eyes remained closed, lost in the oblivion of sleep. Teja leaned over, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered, "I'll make it good for you, Nalini." His fingers traced the line of her neck, the oil making her skin slick beneath his touch.

Nalini's body jolted as the warmth of the oil met her skin, but she remained still, lost to the world. Teja's hands glided over her shoulders, the fabric of her blouse becoming a second skin, the oil seeping through the material and painting a darker, more tantalizing picture of what lay beneath. He massaged with a gentle firmness that seemed to coax the tension from her body.

Meanwhile, Anbu started applying oil to Nalini's lower legs. He poured the warm oil onto Nalini's skin and began massaging it in gentle strokes. As Anbu worked on Nalini's legs, she bent her legs backward to apply oil to the bottom of her legs. Nalini felt a ticklish sensation as Anbu's fingers touched the soles of her feet. "Relax, Nalini," Anbu said softly. "The massage has just started."

Teja continued massaging Nalini's shoulder and neck, working out the knots and tension. As he massaged, he asked Anbu, "Should I apply more oil, Anbu? Her blouse is already soaked." Anbu replied, "Not too much, Teja. Just enough to keep her skin moist. We don't want the oil to drip everywhere, but we want something from her to drip", he chuckled. Teja nodded and continued with the massage, his hands moving in smooth, gentle strokes.

As Anbu worked on Nalini's legs, he asked Teja, "How's her shoulder? Is it tense?" Teja replied, "It's a bit stiff, but the massage is helping. I think she's relaxing." Anbu smiled and continued with the massage, her hands moving in tandem with Teja's as they worked together to ease Nalini's tension. The warm oil and gentle massage strokes created a soothing atmosphere, and Nalini's body began to relax, letting go of its tension.

The scent of the oil filled the room, a potent blend of jasmine and sandalwood that seemed to mingle with the faint musk of arousal that lingered in the air. The soft sounds of their movements and the occasional sigh from Nalini were the only noises that pierced the silence.

Teja, his hands steady and sure, began to knead the tight muscles of Nalini's neck, his thumbs pressing into the base of her skull. Her breathing deepened, a soft moan escaping her lips. Anbu watched intently, his eyes roving over her body as if mapping out his next conquest.

"Is this...part of the check-up?" Nalini mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

Teja leaned over her, his breath warm on her neck. "For a deeper checkup which is yet to come, this is required. It's for your health, Nalini. Just relax," he assured her, his voice soothing despite the situation. He took few more oil and moved his hands to her shoulders and hands.

Anbu's eyes were dark with hunger as he watched Teja's oiled hands slip beneath the blouse, smoothing the fabric over her shoulders, his thumbs pressing into her skin. "Good, good," he murmured, his gaze never leaving Nalini's body.

Teja's fingers danced over Nalini's bare skin, gliding across her collarbones and tracing the lines of her neck. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent bolts of sensation through her body. She felt his warm breath against her ear, his voice a seductive whisper, "Just relax, Nalini."

"Be careful," Teja murmured, his eyes never leaving Nalini's face as he watched her react to Anbu's ministrations. "We don't want to wake her up too soon."

Anbu chuckled lowly, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I know what I'm doing," he whispered back, his hands sliding over the soft curve of her legs, his fingers tracing the line of her calf muscle.

Teja, his eyes glued to Nalini's face, watched her intently as he applied oil to her shoulder. His hands glided over her skin, his thumbs pressing into the taut muscles, his touch firm yet gentle. He felt a strange thrill as he watched the fabric of her blouse cling to her body, her body peaking beneath the material with every sigh she released.

"Her skin is so soft," Teja murmured, his voice filled with awe. "Like silk."

Anbu moving his hands upwards towards her thigs.

Teja's strong hands glided over the tapestry of Nalini's hipsr, his fingers tracing the delicate pathways of her back bone. Each stroke was a silent promise of further intimacy, a declaration of their dominion over her vulnerability. He dipped his thumb into the warm oil, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood wafting through the air, and began to knead the tense muscles beneath her skin. Her eyes remained closed, but her body betrayed the beginnings of a response, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm as she took in the sensation.

"Look how her skin drinks in the oil," Anbu murmured, his voice a dark symphony in the quiet room. His eyes were riveted to the sight of the oil shimmering on her skin, a slick sheen that seemed to invite more of his touch.

Teja's gaze flicked from Anbu to Nalini's face, watching for any signs of discomfort or resistance. But all he saw was the soft flutter of her eyelashes and the gentle curve of her lips as she succumbed to the seductive dance of his fingers. He took a deep breath, letting the scent of the oil fill his lungs, the aroma mixing with the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. It was intoxicating, a heady perfume that fueled his desire to explore further.