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Part 7
The next day dragged on without incident, at least on the surface. I left for the office early, stealing glances at Chitra as she got ready in our bedroom. She was at the mirror, applying more makeup than usual - eyeliner that made her dark eyes pop, a touch of red lipstick that plumped her full lips, blush dusting her fair cheeks to give them a perpetual flush. It wasn't overdone, but it transformed her, stripping away the last veils of her conservative shell.
Her long wavy hair fell loose over her shoulders, framing the changes she'd made to her neck: the sacred mangalsutra was gone, replaced by delicate western-style chains, multiple thin silver strands that dbangd across her collarbone, drawing the eye to the soft swell of her tits beneath a fitted blouse. They caught the light as she moved, a subtle invitation, her slightly plump body shifting with newfound confidence.
Me: You look beautiful
My cock stirring at the sight, but she just smiled vaguely, lost in thought, her fingers lingering on the chains.
She didn't mention Ash, but I could see the contemplation in her eyes as she sipped her coffee - debating whether to reach out, to text him after my warning the night before. The air between us felt charged, her loyalty to me hanging by a thread, pulled taut by whatever vulnerability he'd shown her at the mall. I wanted to ask, to demand she stop, but the cuckold ache in me held my tongue, arousal mixing with the fear as I kissed her goodbye and headed out.
Work was a blur until the afternoon, when the General Manager stormed into the branch like a thundercloud. Ash had fucked up a client report—nothing major, a small discrepancy in numbers—but the GM tore into him right there in the conference room, voice booming through the glass walls. Ash stood tall as ever, his muscular frame rigid, but I saw the hit land: his broad shoulders slumped slightly, handsome face tightening with subdued defeat. The alpha boss, reduced to a scolded subordinate, his Kerala pride dented. He spent the rest of the day quiet, holed up in his office, avoiding eye contact, the usual dominating smirk replaced by a shadow of sadness that made him seem almost human. My heart raced with twisted glee—ecstatic at this crack in his armor, the manipulative bastard brought low. It fueled my obsession, the fantasy of him vulnerable, begging for comfort from the one woman I loved.
I burst through the door that evening, unable to contain the buzz. Chitra was in the kitchen, stirring dal in a simple salwar kameez that hugged her curves, the thin chains glinting against her skin.
Me: You won't believe what happened today
I was grinning as I pulled her into a hug, my hands on her waist feeling the soft give of her body. She turned, eyes curious, wiping her hands on a towel.
Chitra:What is it, Hari?
Her voice was light, but I caught the subtle tension, the way her makeup-enhanced lips parted slightly.
Me: The GM ripped into Ash—big time. Some screw-up on a report, and he just... let him have it. Ash looked like a kicked puppy the whole day, sad and quiet.
I watched her closely, my pulse quickening, cock half-hard already from the telling. Her reaction was subtle but there: a flicker in her eyes, brows knitting with concern, her full tits rising with a deeper breath. She bit her lip, the red lipstick smudging faintly, and turned back to the stove, stirring slower.
Chitra: That's awful
Her voice soft, laced with sympathy that twisted like a knife in my gut.
Chitra continued: He seemed so strong before.
No outrage, no dismissal—just that emotional pull, the hotwife seed Ash had planted blooming under her traditional facade. She cared, more than she should, her body language screaming it: shoulders softening, a hand absently touching the chains at her neck as if seeking solace herself.
Dinner was quiet, the tension simmering, her glances at her phone hidden but obvious. I ate mechanically, arousal building from her subtle worry, imagining Ash's strong hands trembling, needing her touch. Bedtime came, and I pretended to drift off quickly, the room dark except for the glow of her screen under the covers. She shifted beside me, her plump ass brushing my leg, warm and inviting, but her focus was elsewhere. The soft taps of her fingers on the phone echoed in the silence, secretive and insistent. Who was it? Him, of course. My heart pounded, jealousy flooding me, but I stayed still, breathing even, until her movements slowed and she set the phone on the nightstand, rolling away with a sigh.
Hours later, when her breaths deepened into sleep, I couldn't resist. My hand trembled as I reached for her phone, unlocking it with the code I still knew—our anniversary date, a remnant of her loyalty. WhatsApp opened to their chat, messages I'd never seen before, each one a gut punch. Ash's words spilled out, raw and longing after the day's humiliation: simple updates at first, then deeper. The one that stopped me cold...
Ash: I wish I could be with you this moment and just lie on your lap crying - that would give me warmth.
Emotional, vulnerable, the dominant alpha cracking open, craving her softness, her body as solace.
Chitra's reply: a sad face emoji, then...
Chitra: Come home tomorrow.
Simple, inviting, her curiosity turning to bold invitation. Inviting him here? To our home? My cock throbbed painfully hard against the sheets, arousal crashing over me like a wave, broken shards of jealousy mixing with the hottest surge I'd ever felt. She wanted him close, to comfort him, her tits and ass offered up in ways I'd only fantasized.
Tears pricked my eyes, but I stroked myself slowly, the pre-cum slick on my fingers, picturing it - Ash's head in her lap, her hands in his hair, the seduction deepening into something real. What's going to happen tomorrow? The question burned, leaving me shattered and aching, the fire we'd lit consuming us all.
The next day dragged on without incident, at least on the surface. I left for the office early, stealing glances at Chitra as she got ready in our bedroom. She was at the mirror, applying more makeup than usual - eyeliner that made her dark eyes pop, a touch of red lipstick that plumped her full lips, blush dusting her fair cheeks to give them a perpetual flush. It wasn't overdone, but it transformed her, stripping away the last veils of her conservative shell.
Her long wavy hair fell loose over her shoulders, framing the changes she'd made to her neck: the sacred mangalsutra was gone, replaced by delicate western-style chains, multiple thin silver strands that dbangd across her collarbone, drawing the eye to the soft swell of her tits beneath a fitted blouse. They caught the light as she moved, a subtle invitation, her slightly plump body shifting with newfound confidence.
Me: You look beautiful
My cock stirring at the sight, but she just smiled vaguely, lost in thought, her fingers lingering on the chains.
She didn't mention Ash, but I could see the contemplation in her eyes as she sipped her coffee - debating whether to reach out, to text him after my warning the night before. The air between us felt charged, her loyalty to me hanging by a thread, pulled taut by whatever vulnerability he'd shown her at the mall. I wanted to ask, to demand she stop, but the cuckold ache in me held my tongue, arousal mixing with the fear as I kissed her goodbye and headed out.
Work was a blur until the afternoon, when the General Manager stormed into the branch like a thundercloud. Ash had fucked up a client report—nothing major, a small discrepancy in numbers—but the GM tore into him right there in the conference room, voice booming through the glass walls. Ash stood tall as ever, his muscular frame rigid, but I saw the hit land: his broad shoulders slumped slightly, handsome face tightening with subdued defeat. The alpha boss, reduced to a scolded subordinate, his Kerala pride dented. He spent the rest of the day quiet, holed up in his office, avoiding eye contact, the usual dominating smirk replaced by a shadow of sadness that made him seem almost human. My heart raced with twisted glee—ecstatic at this crack in his armor, the manipulative bastard brought low. It fueled my obsession, the fantasy of him vulnerable, begging for comfort from the one woman I loved.
I burst through the door that evening, unable to contain the buzz. Chitra was in the kitchen, stirring dal in a simple salwar kameez that hugged her curves, the thin chains glinting against her skin.
Me: You won't believe what happened today
I was grinning as I pulled her into a hug, my hands on her waist feeling the soft give of her body. She turned, eyes curious, wiping her hands on a towel.
Chitra:What is it, Hari?
Her voice was light, but I caught the subtle tension, the way her makeup-enhanced lips parted slightly.
Me: The GM ripped into Ash—big time. Some screw-up on a report, and he just... let him have it. Ash looked like a kicked puppy the whole day, sad and quiet.
I watched her closely, my pulse quickening, cock half-hard already from the telling. Her reaction was subtle but there: a flicker in her eyes, brows knitting with concern, her full tits rising with a deeper breath. She bit her lip, the red lipstick smudging faintly, and turned back to the stove, stirring slower.
Chitra: That's awful
Her voice soft, laced with sympathy that twisted like a knife in my gut.
Chitra continued: He seemed so strong before.
No outrage, no dismissal—just that emotional pull, the hotwife seed Ash had planted blooming under her traditional facade. She cared, more than she should, her body language screaming it: shoulders softening, a hand absently touching the chains at her neck as if seeking solace herself.
Dinner was quiet, the tension simmering, her glances at her phone hidden but obvious. I ate mechanically, arousal building from her subtle worry, imagining Ash's strong hands trembling, needing her touch. Bedtime came, and I pretended to drift off quickly, the room dark except for the glow of her screen under the covers. She shifted beside me, her plump ass brushing my leg, warm and inviting, but her focus was elsewhere. The soft taps of her fingers on the phone echoed in the silence, secretive and insistent. Who was it? Him, of course. My heart pounded, jealousy flooding me, but I stayed still, breathing even, until her movements slowed and she set the phone on the nightstand, rolling away with a sigh.
Hours later, when her breaths deepened into sleep, I couldn't resist. My hand trembled as I reached for her phone, unlocking it with the code I still knew—our anniversary date, a remnant of her loyalty. WhatsApp opened to their chat, messages I'd never seen before, each one a gut punch. Ash's words spilled out, raw and longing after the day's humiliation: simple updates at first, then deeper. The one that stopped me cold...
Ash: I wish I could be with you this moment and just lie on your lap crying - that would give me warmth.
Emotional, vulnerable, the dominant alpha cracking open, craving her softness, her body as solace.
Chitra's reply: a sad face emoji, then...
Chitra: Come home tomorrow.
Simple, inviting, her curiosity turning to bold invitation. Inviting him here? To our home? My cock throbbed painfully hard against the sheets, arousal crashing over me like a wave, broken shards of jealousy mixing with the hottest surge I'd ever felt. She wanted him close, to comfort him, her tits and ass offered up in ways I'd only fantasized.
Tears pricked my eyes, but I stroked myself slowly, the pre-cum slick on my fingers, picturing it - Ash's head in her lap, her hands in his hair, the seduction deepening into something real. What's going to happen tomorrow? The question burned, leaving me shattered and aching, the fire we'd lit consuming us all.
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