Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[yazhiniram]

I was still lying on his arm.

My body had shaped itself on him like warm cloth on stone.

Thigh across him, cheek near his shoulder, my back slightly curved to fit his side.

His body wasn’t moving, but I could feel his pulse under my cheek.

Slow. Deep. Waiting.


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Tank water touched my calf now.

But I didn’t lift it.

The petticoat was soaked and sticking to my hips.

Blouse stuck under my breasts, heavy with old sweat and dried juice.

My saree pleats were somewhere under his thigh. I didn’t know. I didn’t care.


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My hand was still wrapped around his cock.

Not to arouse. Not to hold him back.

Just to keep it.

Because I wasn’t ready to let go.

Not yet.


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I didn’t want to speak.

His body was quiet.

But silence had started to feel like a question pressing against my ribs.

So I opened my lips slightly.

“Hey Prakash…”


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My voice felt strange.

Lazy. Not soft. Not seductive. Just there.

Like a stretch after long ache.

“Still breathing?”

I smiled into his skin.


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He didn’t laugh.

Didn’t move.

Just whispered, “Yes.”

And something about that answer…

felt very final.


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He didn’t say “madam” now.

But I didn’t need it.

It felt like even that word had melted out of us,

washed down with everything else between my legs.

It didn’t matter anymore.


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I dragged my thumb slowly across his cock.

It twitched once.

Then rested again.

“Thank your stars,” I said, smirking against his arm.

“You won’t get this again in this life… or next seven.”


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I waited for him to laugh.

But he didn’t.

No smile.

Just silence.

And then his voice.


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“I did as per your wish.”

Flat.

Simple.

But it entered me like a drop of heat.

Right under my ribs.


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I didn’t reply.

Because he was right.

I was the one who chose this.

I created this.

Not him.


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He didn’t touch me in lift.

Didn’t grab me at the tank.

Not even once.

He just stared.

That was all.


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And I—

I did everything.

I called.

I dared.

I stepped closer.

I let him see.

I let him feel.


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So yes.

He did as per my wish.

And the fact that he obeyed…

not because of courage,

but because of my fall—

made it worse.


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Still holding him, I asked,

“Do you think I fell for you because you stared at me?”

It was a trap of a question.

But I asked it anyway.

Knowing the answer.


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His reply came.

“I simply looked, madam.”

And that hit something inside my womb.

Something I was hiding from.

Because he was telling the truth.


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He didn’t have guts to touch me.

Not even once.

Not even when I was half-naked in the tank.

He just looked.

That was all he ever did.


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And I—

I responded to that look.

Not from anger.

Not from fear.

From need.


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I was the one who fell.

He just stood there.

Silent. Obedient.

Looking.

And I… stepped forward.


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I rubbed my thumb across his shaft.

A soft swipe.

It moved once.

And I let out a laugh.

Dry.


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“Are you scared of me?”

I asked, still half smiling.

His voice was soft.

“Don't know madam. But I respect you.”

Too honest.


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I smirked again.

Without joy.

“Oh, now you're not scared ah?”

I twisted his cock hardly.

Not too hard. Just enough.


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He gasped. “Aah.”

I could tell it was acted.

His body didn’t resist.

Just took it.

I rolled my eyes.


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“Don’t cry like baby,” I said.

“I know you’re acting.”

He whispered, “No.”

Then silence.

And then—


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“Do you hate me, madam?”

The question fell between my breasts and his chest.

Like a small rock.

I blinked.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not.”


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Then another question.

Softer.

Scared.

“You like me, madam?”

I chuckled once.


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“You want medal now?”

He replied, “No madam… just answer.”

So I answered.

“I don't know but I liked your cock.”

“That's enough, no?”


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He smiled.

A breath smile.

“Hmm. Okay madam.”

I turned my face slightly.

Cheek brushed his arm hair.


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“Did you tell anyone about me?”

He shook his head.

“Never. I swear on me madam.”

I stayed quiet.

Then asked again.


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“How can I trust you?”

He said softly—

“No madam. I won’t tell to anyone.”

That one sentence…

tightened something inside me. Maybe he's lying.


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But I didn’t say that.

I just turned my head away.

Towards the wall.

My hair slipped over his elbow.

And I whispered—


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“Don't act too pure.”

He didn’t fight.

Didn’t reply.

Just lay still.

Like he agreed.


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Then I asked softly.

“Are you happy?”

He answered,

“Yes. Happy.”

And I stayed quiet.


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Because somewhere,

I liked that line.

But I didn’t say it.

I just held his cock tighter.

And said nothing.


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Because somewhere,

I knew it was true.

And that made it worse.

Because he didn’t win.

I just… fell.


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But that fall…

It didn’t start here.

Not with tank.

Not with terrace.

Not even with this man.


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It started with that phone call.

That lazy weekday morning.

Children went to college.

Kartik went to office.

And I picked up Kavita’s call.


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We were just talking casually.

About groceries. About WhatsApp group.

Then suddenly…

Her voice changed.


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She started talking about sex.

Not dirty way.

Just… lightly.

Like saying weather forecast.

And I… stayed quiet.


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She said her husband lasted more than 10 minutes.

She said she got orgasm.

She laughed after saying that word.

Like it was normal.

Like all wives got that.


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That line didn’t go.

It stayed.

Not even full sentence.

Just that word.

“Orgasm.”


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And that number.

“More than 10 minutes.”

In my head it kept repeating.

10 minutes…

10 minutes…

While my husband gives only 2.


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After that something shifted.

Not like film scene.

Not fast.

Just… quiet.

Like cloth slipping off shoulder.


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I didn’t go searching for men.

I wasn’t hunting.

I wasn’t planning.

I was just… looking for something else.

Something I had never received.


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That thing.

That deep feeling.

That stomach-filling, thigh-shaking, pussy-crying thing called—

Orgasm.


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I didn’t even know that word properly.

But my body knew it.

She knew.

She was waiting.


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Waiting like girl at door.

Like bride on wedding night.

Like widow near temple.


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She waited for years.

Without voice.

She didn’t fight.

But now?

She was screaming.


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I used to think I was loyal.

Proper wife.

Good woman.

Respectful.

But loyalty… it doesn’t live in hole.


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It lives in mouth.

In face.

In WhatsApp status.

Not in thighs.

Not in pulse below the navel.


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I didn’t cheat by mistake.

Nobody pulled me.

Nobody tricked me.

I walked.

Step by step.


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Started with Raj then,

I allowed Arjun to kiss me.

I let his lips touch mine.

I uncovered saree.

I opened my own blouse.

Not him. Me.


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I guided him inside me.

His first time.

And my first break.

Then I allowed this man.

This gate dog.


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I allowed him to press my waist.

To stare.

To stand close.

To watch.

And finally… to enter.


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This was not accident.

Not wrong time.

Not bad luck.

It was hunger.

It was madness.


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It was me.

Falling.

Not pushed.

Not dragged.

I fell into the hole I dug with my own fingers.


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And now?

Now this wife.

This married woman.

This mother of two.

Is lying here.


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With soaked saree.

Sticky petticoat.

Sweat between breasts.

Hair stuck to forehead.

And someone else’s cock was inside her.


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Not because she was weak.

Not because she was used.

Not because she was trapped.

But because…

She was eager to burn.


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