Adultery Padma : Beautiful and traditional wife

[Hakari77]

Padma woke up slowly in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Rakesh was still sleeping beside her, his breathing steady and deep. The baby was quiet in the crib nearby, lost in his own peaceful sleep. For a moment she just lay there, looking at her husband’s face. A wave of guilt washed over her. He had come back from Dubai, signed the movie contract without hesitation, and kept telling her how proud he was that she was helping the family. He had no idea what was really happening at Dev’s farmhouse.

She slipped out of bed carefully so she wouldn’t wake them. In the bathroom she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and got ready. She chose a modest sky blue cotton saree with a simple matching blouse, dbangd it neatly, and tied her hair back. The fabric felt safe and familiar against her skin. She went to the kitchen and started cooking breakfast, the familiar rhythm of chopping vegetables and stirring pots helping calm her mind a little.

Rakesh came up behind her while she was at the stove. He wrapped his arms around her waist over the saree and pulled her gently against him. His lips found the side of her neck, warm and lingering.

“Thank you, Padma,” he murmured against her skin. “Thank you for doing this film. You saved us. With the money from this we can finally clear the debts and breathe again.” He kissed her neck again, softer this time. “Is everything going fine at the shooting? They’re treating you well?”

She kept stirring the pot, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Everything is fine. Kumar sir and Dev sir are very professional. The scenes are going smoothly.” She didn’t mention the cabin groping from yesterday. She didn’t mention how Dev and Kumar’s touches., She couldn’t bear to make Rakesh sad or worried. He trusted his friend Kumar completely.

Rakesh kissed the top of her head and let her go. “Good. I’m proud of you.” He went to the bathroom to freshen up.

They had breakfast together at the small dining table. Padma fed the baby afterwards, sitting on the sofa with him latched to her breast. The familiar pull of milk leaving her body made her think, just for a second, of how Dev had sucked her yesterday. She pushed the thought away quickly. After the baby was full and burped, she changed into fresh clothes under the saree and waited for the car.

The black sedan sent by Dev arrived right on time, like every day. She kissed Rakesh goodbye on the cheek and got in. The drive to the farmhouse on the outskirts of the city felt longer than usual. Her stomach was tight with nerves.

When she reached Dev’s big farmhouse, the usual crowd of crew members was missing. Only one car was parked outside. Inside, Kumar and Dev were sitting in the main living area, talking quietly over coffee. They both looked up when she entered and greeted her with polite, professional smiles, as if nothing intimate had happened the day before.

“Good morning, Padma,” Kumar said warmly. “You’re on time.”

She looked around. “Why are there no other people today?”

Kumar leaned back in his chair. “Today’s scene doesn’t need the full crew. It’s a private sequence. After your character has gained the Principal’s trust, he takes her to his house. You have to seduce him there. This will be your first proper sex scene in the film. We want it to feel real and intimate, so we’re keeping it small and controlled.”

Padma’s heart beat faster. She nodded slowly.

Kumar smiled. “Hurry and get changed into your costume. Rhea is waiting in the costume room.”

Rhea took her to a small room at the back. Hanging on a hook was the costume: a black lace bra and matching panty set, and a tight black sleeveless bodycon dress that ended just at the knees. The fabric looked thin and stretchy.

Padma hesitated, staring at it. “This… this is very short.”

Rhea gave her an encouraging smile. “It’s common in these kinds of scenes, Padma. The director wants you to look seductive and confident. You’ll be fine. Just try it on.”

She changed in the small changing area. The black bra and panty felt strange against her skin after wearing modest sarees every day. The bodycon dress was even worse. It hugged every curve tightly, the hem riding up her thighs no matter how much she tugged it down. The neckline dipped low enough to show a hint of cleavage. Her arms and legs were completely bare. She felt exposed and uncomfortable. She kept pulling at the hem, trying to make it longer, but it refused to stay in place.

When she finally stepped out, Rhea’s eyes widened in approval. “Wow, Padma. It suits you so well. You look stunning. The black really brings out your skin tone and figure.”

Padma kept her head slightly down as she walked back to the living area. Kumar and Dev both went quiet the moment they saw her. Dev’s eyes moved slowly over her body — the way the tight dress clung to her full breasts, the curve of her hips, the smooth bare skin of her legs and arms, the small amount of cleavage visible. Kumar’s gaze was equally hungry, though he tried to keep his expression professional.

“Sit, Padma,” Kumar said after a moment, clearing his throat.

She sat on the edge of the sofa, keeping her knees pressed together and tugging at the hem again. Dev’s eyes never left her. She kept her head down, listening as Kumar explained the scene.

“You dressed like this to seduce the Principal and make him trust you completely. That’s the intention behind the look. You want him to believe you’re offering yourself to him. Understand?”

She nodded without looking up.

They moved to the bedroom set in one of the private wings of the farmhouse. It was neatly arranged — a large bed with crisp white sheets, bedside tables with lamps, soft lighting. Only one cameraman was present, already adjusting his equipment. Kumar stood near the camera and explained the flow once more.

“Action.”

Dev and Padma walked into the bedroom together, talking in low voices as per the script.

“You are so beautiful,” Dev said, stopping near the bed and looking at her. “But why did you like me? Is it for the money?”

Padma looked up at him, trying to stay in character even though her heart was racing. “It’s not the money. It’s your body… and your commanding aura. It can make any woman fall for you.”

Dev stepped closer. They kissed slowly at first, then more deeply. His hands rested on her waist over the tight bodycon dress. They moved together toward the bed, still kissing.

Kumar’s voice cut in from behind the camera. “Padma, remove his shirt.”

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the buttons of Dev’s shirt. It felt far too intimate. She struggled with the buttons, her mind flashing to Rakesh at home and how wrong this felt, but she kept going because the camera was rolling. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Dev was now bare from the waist up.

He pushed her gently onto the bed. She lay on her back. Dev climbed on top of her, keeping a small respectful space between their bodies as the script required. He kissed her again, then moved lower, kissing her neck while his hands rubbed the sides of her thighs over the tight black dress.

“Cut,” Kumar said. “Excellent. Both of you are doing very well.” He stepped closer to the bed. “Now for the next step. Dev will move on top of you and you will move with him like actual sex is happening. But we’ll cover you both with the bedsheet up to your chest so the audience sees it as a real sex scene. It will look natural and intense.”

Padma felt a small relief at the idea. At least they wouldn’t actually be touching in that way. It would just be acting and movement under the sheet.

But Dev already had other plans.

They got into position on the bed. Kumar gave the next instruction. “Dev, pull her bodycon dress down until it only covers her nipples. For the audience it should look like you’re both naked under the sheet.”

Dev’s hands moved immediately. He tugged the tight fabric down slowly until the dress barely covered her nipples, exposing the full upper swell of her breasts and deep cleavage. He leaned down and kissed the soft skin there, his lips brushing the tops of her breasts. Then he started moving his hips in a slow rhythm, keeping his hands planted on either side of her head on the bed for balance, not touching her body yet.

“Give me natural expressions, Padma,” Kumar said from beside the camera. “Like you’re really feeling it during sex.”

She tried. She really tried. But her face stayed tense and uncertain.

Dev saw his opening.

While still moving above her, he slid his right hand under the bedsheet and between her legs. His fingers found the bare skin of her inner thigh and rubbed slowly upward.

Padma’s eyes flew open. She stiffened. “What are you doing, Sir?”

Dev’s voice was low, close to her ear, still moving his hips for the camera. “You’re struggling with the expressions. I’m just helping you. Relax. It will look much more real this way.”

Before she could answer, he used his other hand to tug the bodycon dress a little lower on the left side, fully exposing her left breast and nipple. He lowered his head and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first. Warm milk immediately began to flow. He drank it with obvious enjoyment, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

At the same time his right hand moved higher between her legs. His palm pressed against the thin black panty. He felt the wetness already soaking through the fabric and smiled against her breast. His confidence grew. He rubbed her outer pussy lips slowly through the panty, pressing the damp material against her.

Padma’s body reacted before her mind could stop it. A soft moan escaped her lips. Heat flooded between her thighs. She was struggling with too many emotions at once — the shock of Dev crossing such a personal line, the pressure to deliver a good performance for the movie that was supposed to help her family, the unwanted arousal building in her body, and the guilt that Rakesh was at home right now trusting everyone involved.

Dev hooked one finger into the side of her panty and pulled it aside. Cool air touched her wet folds for a second before his fingers ran slowly across her bare cunt. He found her clit and began circling it with firm, steady pressure.

Padma’s control slipped completely. A louder moan broke from her throat. Her hips twitched. The cameraman behind the lens was rock hard, his pants visibly tented as he kept filming her changing expressions. Kumar stood nearby, one hand discreetly rubbing the front of his own pants while he kept his voice encouraging and calm.

“Excellent, Padma… your expressions are getting much better. Just a little more… let it come naturally.”

Dev sucked harder on her nipple, drinking more of her milk, while his fingers played with her clit. Then he slowly pushed his thick middle finger between her wet folds and slid it inside her pussy.

Padma moaned loudly, her thighs instinctively closing around his hand. Her inner walls gripped his thick finger tightly as it pushed deeper.