Adultery The Whorish Crest: Married Radhika's Journey

[nadia]

Jatin stood at the doorway, holding their designer suitcases, his eyes widening at her appearance. 
 
Radhika: “Jatin, look at me! Don’t I look like a star? This dress, this vibe—I feel so glamorous!” 
She spun around, her hair swishing, her face beaming. 
 
Jatin: “You look stunning, Radhika. I’m not used to you in such dresses.” 
 
His voice held surprise, tinged with admiration. 
 
Radhika: “Stunning? I’m dazzling! Perfect for Kovalam—beaches, jet boats, luxury! Don’t you love it?” 
 
She posed with a hand on her hip, her eyes sparkling. 
 
Jatin: “You’re always a vision, Radhika. I’m doing this for you, you know.” 

His smile was soft, but strained. 
 
Radhika: “Oh, Jatin, it’s everything! Jet boats, shopping, five-star dinners—and don’t forget the diamonds!” 
 
She stepped closer, kissing his cheek, her expression radiant. 
 
Jatin: “Anything to see you smile. Let’s go. The car’s waiting.” 
 
His tone was gentle, but weary. 
 
Radhika: “Let’s start our adventure! Kovalam, here we come!” 

She grabbed her purse, her hair flowing as she walked to the door. 
 
Jatin followed, his face a mix of affection and resignation, carrying her desires as they headed to their chauffeured car. 
 
The airport terminal was a lively whirlwind—announcements crackling, suitcases rolling, and travelers’ chatter blending into a hum. Radhika and Jatin sat in the waiting area, their flight to Thiruvananthapuram (for Kovalam) set to board soon. 
 
 Radhika’s coral dress made her stand out, her hair flowing to her thighs, catching the terminal’s lights like a glossy wave.  
 
Her boobs jiggled slightly as she adjusted her shawl, her curves drawing subtle glances from passersby. She savored the attention, her lips curving into a confident smile, her dramatic flair thriving. 
 
Jatin sat beside her, checking his phone, his face tired but calm. 

Jatin: “I’m heading to the restroom, Radhika. Stay here, okay? I’ll be back soon.” 

He stood, stretching. 

Radhika: “Hurry, Jatin! I don’t want to be alone long, but I’ll shine anyway.” 

She turned to him, her smile playful, her eyes gleaming. 
 
Jatin nodded, walking toward the restrooms. Radhika leaned back, crossing her legs, her curves subtly outlined by the dress. She scanned the crowd, her almond eyes taking in the bustle, her confidence magnetic. 
 
The Delhi airport terminal hummed with life, a mosaic of hurried footsteps, rolling suitcases, and muffled announcements. Radhika sat in a cushioned chair near their gate, her coral fit-and-flare dress clinging to her curves, the hem grazing above her knees.  
 
Her jet-black hair, glossy and flowing to her thighs, shimmered under the harsh lights. Her almond-shaped eyes, framed by kohl, flicked across her phone screen as she scrolled through Instagram, her full lips pursed.  
 
Her crossed legs accentuated her voluptuous thighs, and her sleeveless dress revealed her elegant shoulders. Gold hoop earrings jingled softly as she moved, her subtle makeup—pink lipstick, blush, and kohl—enhancing her luminous glow. 
 
Jatin had excused himself to the restroom, leaving Radhika alone. The terminal buzzed: a child tugged at his mother’s saree, a businessman typed furiously on his laptop, and a couple whispered over a shared coffee.  
 
Radhika, absorbed in her phone, liked photos of Kovalam’s  in beaches and diamond jewelry in instagram, her mind drifting to jet boats and ocean breezes. 
 
A man approached, his polished shoes clicking on the tiles. In his mid-forties, he was tall, broad-shouldered, and clad in a tailored navy suit exuding sophistication.  
 
His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed, a faint stubble framing his chiseled jaw. He carried a sleek leather suitcase, its wheels gliding effortlessly.  
 
His dark eyes scanned the seating area, landing on the empty chair beside Radhika. He sat, adjusting his tie, his presence calm yet commanding. 
 
The man, Dhruv, glanced at Radhika, her beauty striking him like a soft melody. Her skin, smooth as polished copper, glowed with every subtle shift.  
 
Her bare shoulders were graceful, her hair a silken cascade that caught the light. Her almond eyes sparkled with intensity, and her full breasts, outlined by her dress, rose gently with each breath.  
 
Her thighs, full and shapely, were a vision of allure. Dhruv’s admiration was silent, his gaze tracing her form with quiet reverence. 
 
Radhika, unaware, felt a surge of pride in her appearance. She opened her phone’s camera, angling it for a selfie. Smiling playfully, she adjusted her hair, letting it fall over one shoulder, then snapped a photo.  
 
She took another selfie , tilting her head to catch the light, then flipped her hair to the other side for a third, her eyes smoldering. Each click boosted her confidence, her beauty a private celebration. 
 
Dhruv - That first photo was stunning, you know. You’ve got a natural glow. No need for more shots. 
 
Radhika - Oh! You startled me. Thank you, that’s sweet of you. 
 
Radhika’s heart skipped, her phone still raised. She turned, meeting Dhruv’s warm gaze, his dark eyes crinkling with a disarming smile.  
 
Their eyes locked, a fleeting connection that sent a shiver through her. Her cheeks flushed, a rare shyness overtaking her usual poise. 
 
Dhruv - I didn’t mean to intrude. You just caught my eye. I’m Dhruv Mehra. 
 
Radhika - It’s fine, really. I’m Radhika Sharma. Nice to meet you. 
 
Dhruv extended his hand, his smile inviting. Radhika placed her hand in his, his grip firm and warm.  
 
The handshake lingered, their fingers brushing as they parted, a spark of awareness passing between them. Radhika tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her earrings jingling. 
 
Dhruv - That ring on your finger is beautiful. It suits you perfectly. Your husband must be proud. 
 
Radhika - Thank you, it’s special to me. Yes, I’m married. It’s been a long time. 
 
Dhruv’s eyes flicked to her wedding ring, a diamond band glinting on her finger. His smile didn’t waver, but Radhika felt his interest deepen.  
 
She glanced at her ring, her fingers grazing it, a mix of pride and awareness stirring within her. 
 
Dhruv - You’re a lucky woman, then. So, where are you headed? Somewhere exciting? 
 
Radhika - Kovalam, actually. It’s a trip I’ve waited for. Finally happening. 
 
 
Dhruv leaned back, his eyes brightening. Radhika’s pulse quickened at the coincidence, a flutter of flattery warming her chest. His gaze, appreciative yet respectful, made her feel radiant. 
 
Dhruv - No way, I’m going to Kovalam too. Business, mostly, but it’s a gorgeous place. Ever been there? 
 
Radhika - First time for me. I’m dreaming of the beaches. And jet boats, maybe. 
 
Dhruv’s eyes drifted briefly to her neckline, where her dress hinted at her cleavage. Her breasts jiggled as she shifted, and he quickly refocused on her face.  
 
Radhika noticed, a quiet thrill coursing through her at his admiration. The conversation felt alive, a dance of words that sparked something new. 
 
Dhruv - Jet boats sound fun. Are you traveling alone? Or with someone special? 
 
Radhika - With my husband, Jatin. He’s here somewhere. We’re making it a big trip. 
 
Dhruv nodded, his expression unchanged, but Radhika sensed his curiosity. She leaned back, her confidence returning, enjoying the ease of their banter.  
 
Nearby, other travelers’ voices drifted: a woman complained about delayed flights, a man laughed about forgetting his charger, a child asked for ice cream. 
 
Radhika - What about you, Dhruv? Flying solo? Or with a team? 
 
Dhruv - Just me this time. I own Mehra Couture, a fashion label. We’re launching a collection in Kovalam. 
 
Radhika - Fashion? That sounds glamorous. What kind of collection? 
 
Dhruv - Resort wear—silks, linens, summer vibes. Kovalam’s perfect for it. Big event with buyers and designers. 
 
Radhika’s eyes sparkled with interest, imagining runway shows and sparkling events. Dhruv’s passion for his work was infectious, his voice warm and engaging. She felt a pull toward him, his attention making her feel vibrant. 
 
Radhika - That must be exciting. Do you always travel for these shows? Or just special ones? 
 
Dhruv - Pretty often, honestly. This one’s big, though. Hoping to sneak in some beach time. 
 
Radhika smiled, her mind flashing to her own plans for Kovalam. The terminal’s noise faded, their conversation a bubble of connection.  
 
A couple nearby argued about luggage weight, their voices a soft hum in the background. 
 
Radhika - Beach time sounds perfect. I’m all about the ocean breeze. And maybe some shopping. 
 
Dhruv - You’d look stunning in our new line. I can picture it already. Maybe I’ll see you there. 
 
Radhika laughed, her cheeks warming at his compliment. Dhruv’s gaze was steady, his interest clear but not overbearing.  
 
She felt a flutter, the conversation stirring something she hadn’t expected. 
 
Suddenly, Radhika spotted Jatin emerging from the restroom, his salt-and-pepper hair catching the light.  
 
He looked weary but composed, his blazer slung over his arm. Overhead, an announcement crackled: “Flight AI-347 to Thiruvananthapuram is now boarding at Gate 12.” 
 
Radhika - Oh, that’s our flight. I should grab my bags. It was nice chatting, Dhruv. 
 
Dhruv - Pleasure was mine, Radhika. Hope we cross paths in Kovalam. Safe travels. 
Radhika stood, slinging her purse over her shoulder, her dress swaying. As she walked toward Jatin, her butt jiggled, the fabric accentuating its fullness.  
 
Dhruv’s gaze followed, lingering on her ass with quiet appreciation. In Radhika’s mind, the conversation replayed, its warmth lingering like a soft melody. She felt alive, the stranger’s attention a secret spark she tucked away. 


 
Reaching Jatin, Radhika joined him in the boarding line, her smile radiant. The terminal was a blur of movement, passengers shuffling toward gates.  
 
Jatin adjusted his glasses, glancing at her with affection. 
 
Radhika - I’m so excited, Jatin. Kovalam’s going to be amazing. I can’t wait for the beaches. 
 
Jatin - You’re glowing already, Radhika. You look beautiful today. Ready for our adventure? 
 
Radhika - More than ready. I’m thinking jet boats and diamonds. And maybe some fun with you. 
 
Radhika leaned in, kissing Jatin softly on the lips, her heart racing. She didn’t mention Dhruv, the encounter a private thrill. Jatin’s eyes softened, his hand resting on her waist. 
 
Jatin - That kiss says it all. What’s got you so playful? Big plans for us? 
Radhika - Oh, you have no idea. Wish I’d gone with you to the restroom. Could’ve had taken your cock in my mouth 
 
Jatin - Radhika! People would’ve heard me groan. You’re too good at that, you know. 
 
Radhika giggled, her voice shameless. She glanced around, ensuring no one was eavesdropping, then leaned closer, her eyes mischievous. The line moved slowly, passengers chatting around them. 
 
Radhika - I wouldn’t care if they heard. Imagine me sucking your cock in there. Would’ve been wild. 
 
Jatin - You’re unbelievable. I love it, but… people are around. Save that energy for Kovalam. 
 
Radhika - Fine, but I’m hungry for you. At the resort, I’ll ride you so hard. Your cock in my pussy, all night. 
 
Radhika’s hand drifted to Jatin’s trousers, brushing his cock lightly. She was standing behind him as they lined up to get into the plane. 
 
Jatin jerked, letting out a soft “ooh,” his eyes widening. She stood behind him, her chin on his shoulder, smiling as she rubbed him gently. 
 
Jatin - Radhika, what are you doing? People might see us. You’re driving me crazy. 
 
Radhika - Just teasing my man. I’m starving for you, Jatin. Can’t wait to have you. 
 
Jatin - You’re shameless, aren’t you? I love it, but… hold off. We’ll have fun soon. 
 
Radhika’s hand lingered, rubbing his cock through the fabric. Jatin shifted, glancing around nervously, a smile tugging at his lips. She tried to slip her hand inside his trousers, but he caught her wrist, chuckling. 
 
Jatin - Easy, love. You’re killing me here. Let’s save this for the resort. 
 
Radhika - Spoilsport. But fine, I’ll wait. It’s gonna be wild, Jatin. 
 
Jatin shook his head, his eyes warm with affection. Radhika’s boldness thrilled him, though her public display made him uneasy. The line inched forward, passengers pulling out boarding passes. 
 
Radhika gazed around, her eyes scanning the crowd. Her breath caught as she spotted Dhruv, far behind in the same line, his suitcase at his feet. He was booked on their flight, his suit still impeccable. 
 
Dhruv’s eyes met hers, and he waved, a charming smile spreading across his face. Radhika’s heart skipped, a mix of surprise and unease washing over her. She didn’t wave back, turning forward quickly. 
 
Jatin - You okay, Radhika? You look like you saw something. What’s wrong? 
 
Radhika - It’s nothing, really. Just excited, that’s all. Come here, you. 
 
Radhika kissed Jatin again, her lips lingering to distract him. Her heart raced, Dhruv’s wave replaying in her mind.  
 
She stole another glance back, finding Dhruv still watching her, his gaze steady. He signaled with a subtle nod, his smile inviting. 
 
Radhika gave a faint smile, her cheeks warming, then looked forward again. 


To be continued.............