Adultery Radiance of Vanitha

[adams_masala]

The Second Comment - Her Lips

After playing with Vanitha’s ample breasts, Vanitha turned to face him, her legs slightly unsteady. She looked down at herself, bare except for the gold chain and the petticoat still clinging to her hips.

"The petticoat, mama. Help me."

His hands went to the knot of her petticoat. She felt it loosen, slip, and then fall away.

She stood completely bare now except for the gold chain. She turned to face him fully, and he took in every detail, her breasts still flushed from his attention, the flat plane of her stomach, the chain, that perfect circular navel, and below it, her arousal evident.

"Your turn, mama," she said, her voice steadier now.

Her hands went to his veshti, pulling the fabric free, unwinding it. When he stood revealed, she gasped softly.

Mama..." Her eyes widened, taking in his size. The veins that traced along his shaft, the deep purple-brown of the head. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. 

"Every time I look at you, it looks bigger than I remember, like you're growing just for me."

He was fully erect, substantial, a dark column rising between them. She reached with trembling fingers, hesitating just before contact, her breath catching as she hovered in that final moment of anticipation. When she finally wrapped her hand around him, a small gasp escaped her lips, the heat of him shocking against her cool palm, the hardness beneath velvet skin, and most thrilling of all, the way he pulsed with life in her uncertain grip.

She stroked him experimentally, her hand moving up and down his length. Her thumb brushed over the tip, and she felt moisture there, a clear drop of precum beading at the head.

"You're already..." she murmured, fascinated, spreading the slickness with her thumb. "Mama, you're leaking for me."

He groaned at her touch, at her words. She continued stroking, using both hands now, learning what made him gasp, what made his hips jerk forward.

After several moments, she released him and reached for the phone on the dresser.

"There's another comment," she said, scrolling through. "I want you to read this one, mama."

She handed him the phone, and he read the comment silently first, his jaw tightening.

"Read it out loud," she commanded softly. "I want to hear what he wanted to do to me."

Selvam's voice was rough as he read the comment out loud…

"Those lips in the video... parted just slightly, so perfect, so inviting. I'd make you kneel in front of me wearing nothing but that gold choli. I'd hold my cock and rub it gently against those beautiful lips, feeling how soft they are, watching them open for me slowly, naturally, like a flower. I wouldn't rush, I'd just tease your lips with my tip until they parted on their own. Then I'd let you taste the precum, let your tongue come out to lick it as it drips from me. You'd look up at me with those eyes while you taste me, and I'd know you wanted more ??"

He looked up from the phone, his eyes dark with desire and something like shame. 

"Vanitha..."

She moved to the bed, sat on its edge, then slowly slid down to kneel on the floor beside it. She looked up at him expectantly.

"The choli," she said. "The comment said I'd be wearing it. Put it back on me."

The Second Comment Enactment: The Lips

Selvam retrieved the gold choli from where it had fallen and brought it to her. She raised her arms, and he slipped it over her head, settling the loosened fabric over her breasts. Without the hook fastened, it dbangd precariously, barely covering her, held up only by friction, exactly as it had been in the first comment.

She adjusted it slightly, making sure her breasts were covered but only just, the deep V of the front plunging dangerously low. She knelt there before him, the gold choli glimmering against her skin, her bare waist and hips exposed, the chain catching lamplight, and below it, her nakedness.

"Now do what the comment said, mama," she instructed, looking up at him. "Show me."

Selvam stood before her, his erection at her eye level. She could see everything, the way he pulsed with his heartbeat, the vein running along his length, another bead of clear fluid forming at his tip.

He wrapped his hand around himself, steadying, then moved closer. Slowly, carefully, he brought the head of his cock to her lips.

The first touch was feather-light, just the barest brush of his heated flesh against her soft mouth. Vanitha's breath hitched, but she kept her lips closed, waiting, following the script the comment had laid out.

He rubbed himself gently across her lips, left to right, feeling their softness, their warmth. Back and forth, a slow, teasing motion. She could feel the slickness of his precum leaving traces on her lips, could smell the musk of his arousal.

"Your lips are so soft," he murmured, his voice strained. "So perfect, Vanitha."

He continued the gentle rubbing, tracing the bow of her upper lip, the fullness of her lower lip. The precum continued to bead and smear, leaving her lips wet and shining.

The guy who wrote the comment can never do this to her in a million years, but only he could. The thought felt surreal.

Vanitha felt her lips beginning to part instinctively, naturally, just as the comment had described, like a flower opening. She didn't force it; she let it happen slowly, her mouth opening millimeter by millimeter as he continued to tease her.

"That's it," he breathed, watching her lips open for him. "Just like that."

When her lips had parted enough, he pressed the tip just inside, resting it against the inner softness, not pushing deeper, just letting her feel him there at the threshold.

A fresh drop of precum welled up, and Vanitha's tongue darted out instinctively to taste it. The flavor was strange, slightly salty, slightly bitter, entirely him. She licked again, more deliberately this time, her tongue sweeping across his tip to gather the moisture there.

"Oh god," Selvam groaned, his free hand finding her hair, not pushing, just holding, anchoring himself.

She looked up at him as she licked, maintaining eye contact just as the comment had described, her tongue exploring his tip, lapping at the precum that continued to seep out. Each time she licked, he produced more, and she dutifully collected it, learning the taste of him, the texture.

"Vanitha," he said her name like a prayer, his hips wanting to push forward but restraining himself. "You're..."

She pulled back slightly, his tip slipping from between her parted lips. A string of precum connected her bottom lip to him for a moment before breaking.

"The comment said I'd want more," she said, her voice husky, her lips glistening. 

"He was right, mama. I do want more."

Her hands came up to his thighs, steadying herself, and she leaned forward again. This time when she took him into her mouth, it was deeper, more purposeful. She wrapped her lips around him and began to explore in earnest, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing as she created suction, her head moving in a slow rhythm.

Selvam's fingers tightened in her hair, his breathing becoming ragged. He looked down at her, kneeling before him in the gold choli that barely covered her breasts, the chain around her waist, her perfect circular navel visible below, her lips stretched around him, her eyes looking up at him with desire and something like devotion.

"You look..." he struggled for words. "In that choli, like this, you're..."

She hummed around him in acknowledgment, the vibration making him groan. She continued her ministrations, taking him deeper each time, her tongue working against the underside, her hand coming up to stroke what didn't fit in her mouth.

"Vanitha, I'm going to..." he warned after several minutes, his control fraying.

She pulled back, releasing him with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She stroked him firmly with her hand.

"Not yet, mama," she said, slightly breathless. "We have more comments to enact.

Save it for my navel, remember? That's where the last comment said you'd finish."

She stood gracefully, the choli shifting with her movement, threatening to slip but holding precariously. She reached for the phone again.

"Now read me the chain comment, mama," she instructed. "I'm ready for it now."

The Third Comment - Her Waist Chain

Selvam picked up her phone, scrolling to find the next one. His breath caught as he read it silently first.

"Read it out loud," Vanitha commanded. "I want to hear you say it, mama."

His voice was rough as he read

"God, that waist chain. I'd grab it from behind and hold it tight while I take you, using it to pull you back onto me with every thrust. Not to hurt you, just to hold you exactly where I want you, feeling that gold press gently into your perfect stomach as I keep you in place. You'd feel owned, controlled, that chain the only thing between my grip and your bare skin while I ride you from behind. You'd love every second of being held like that."

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire and something like shame. "This is..."

"This is what you want to do to me," Vanitha finished for him. She turned away, presenting her back.. that vast expanse of bare skin, now with the full curve of her hips and buttocks visible below. She placed her hands on the dresser, bracing herself, looking at him in the mirror. "Like the comment says, mama. From behind. Use my waist chain."

Selvam moved closer, his hands finding her hips first. He traced the gold chain with one finger, following its path around her waist.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Do what the comment said, mama. I want to feel it. I want you to hold me by my waist chain.. please do it"

His right hand wrapped around the chain at her left hip, his fingers closing over the warm metal. His left hand mirrored the position on her right side. The chain was thick enough to grip firmly.

He pulled gently, testing the hold, and she moved backward slightly, feeling the gold press against her stomach.

"Like that," she breathed. "Hold me like that, mama."

Selvam held her down grabbing her waist chain and positioned himself at her vaginal entrance, the swollen head of his cock pressing against her slick folds. Slowly, carefully, he pushed forward, stretching her tight opening as he sank inch by inch into her wet heat. She gasped at the delicious burn of her body yielding to accommodate his considerable girth.

Her eyes flew wide as he entered her. "ah… ah god, mama," she gasped, her fingers digging into the bed’s edge until her knuckles went white. "You're stretching me, you're so big I can barely…" Her words dissolved into a strangled moan as he pushed deeper, her body trembling violently against his.

He moved incrementally, giving her time to adjust, his hands still gripping the chain. When he was fully inside her, they both stilled, breathing hard.

He grabbed the phone and read the instagram comment again, some strangers wild fantasy he gets to enact and enjoy.

He withdrew slightly, then thrust back in, and as he did, he pulled gently on the chain, bringing her back to meet him. The gold pressed into her stomach… not painfully, but firmly, a constant reminder of his grip.

"Yes," she moaned. "Just like the comment said. Hold me like that."

He tightened his grip on the chain, feeling its solid weight against his palms as he established a rhythm, slow at first, then building. Each thrust pushed deeper, each pull on the chain brought her more firmly against him. The metal links pressed into her flesh, leaving faint red impressions that would fade within minutes but remain etched in his memory forever.
"Is this what you imagined when you read those comments?" he asked, his voice roughened by exertion and desire. "Is this what you wanted me to do to you?"
Vanitha could only nod, words beyond her as sensations overwhelmed her system. The dual stimulation, his considerable length stretching her from within and the constant, grounding pressure of the chain against her waist, created a feedback loop of pleasure that narrowed her world to this moment, this room, this man.
Selvam watched the muscles in her back flex and ripple.

He established a rhythm, using the chain as leverage, pulling her back onto him with each thrust.

She watched in the mirror as he took her, his dark skin contrasting with her golden-fair complexion. His thick fingers wrapped around the gold chain like a lifeline, knuckles whitening with each pull. The waist chain dug shallow crescents into the softness of her belly, leaving temporary imprints that would fade like henna. Her breasts, full and flushed pink at the tips, swayed hypnotically with each powerful thrust, their movement a visual echo of the pleasure radiating through her core.

"Harder, mama," she demanded. "Pull harder like he said he would."

He increased his grip, pulling more firmly, feeling the chain press deeper into her stomach. Not enough to hurt, but enough that she felt truly held in place, controlled, owned exactly as the comment had described.

"Oh fuck, mama, yes," she gasped. "Just like that. Just like the comment said."

The chain became his anchor. Each time he pulled, she came back onto him harder, and the gold pressed into her stomach in rhythm with their joining.

"You love this," he observed, his voice strained. "Being held like this."

"Yes, mama," she admitted breathlessly. "I love it. Keep doing what the comment said."

His thrusts became harder, his grip on the chain unwavering. She pushed back to meet him, the sound of flesh meeting flesh mixing with her gasps.

In the mirror, she watched the gold chain pulled taut between his hands, watched it press into her stomach with each thrust, creating temporary indentations. She watched his face, intense and focused.

"Mama, I'm going to..."

"Not yet," he said. "Hold on."

He adjusted his grip on the chain, pulling her back more forcefully. The chain pressed harder.

"Please, mama," she begged.

"Now," he said. "Come for me now."

Her orgasm crashed through her as he pulled hard on the chain one final time. She felt the gold bite into her stomach, felt him deep inside her, felt her whole body convulse as she cried out his name.

He released the chain, his hands moving to her hips, but didn't withdraw yet. She collapsed forward onto the dresser, breathing hard.

"The chain left marks," he observed, gently tracing the reddened impressions on her stomach.

"Good," she whispered. "I want to remember."

He finally withdrew, and she turned to face him, her legs shaky. She looked down at her stomach, at the faint red lines, at her navel sitting just below the marks.

"One more comment," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her legs. 

"There's more, mama. Fourth one. Read it to me."