Adultery Soumya's milfy adventures with Sharath

[Vik56]

The bathroom tiles were colder than her marriage. Soumya pressed her forehead against them, letting the steam from the shower curl around her bare shoulders like the ghost of hands she wished were there.

*"He didn’t even touch you this time, did he?" Sharath’s voice slithered into her ear, smug as a cat with cream. "Just rolled off like a ballless cunt. Typical."

Sharath's phantom fingers traced the curve of her hipbone, nails digging just deep enough to sting. Soumya's breath fogged the tiles as she imagined him crowding her against the wall, his body radiating heat through her soaked salwar. *"Tell me, aunty,"* his voice dripped into her ear like honey laced with arsenic, *"does Suresh even know how to use his fingers? Or does he still fumble at your blouse hooks like a virgin with palsy?"*

The shower rod clattered as Soumya's grip tightened. She could see it now—her husband's trembling hands dropping her choli to the floor, his panicked eyes darting to the door as if her moans might summon the neighbors. "He—he says it's unseemly," she whispered to the steam, her thighs pressing together at the memory of Suresh's apologetic shrug. "Says decent women don't... don't *claw* at their husbands."

Sharath's laughter was a knife twisting in her ribs. "Decent women don't *scream* either, do they?" His imaginary palm smacked her ass hard enough to leave a bloom of heat. "But you will. When I split you open on this cock, you'll scream so loud they'll hear it in the office." Soumya's knees weakened at the image—Sharath's thick thighs spreading her wider than her matrimonial bed ever allowed, his hips slamming into her with none of Suresh's timid rocking.

Suddenly, Suresh starts barking from the dining table. "Soumya, come out, how long will you bath?". She almost screamed , "I'm coming loser" but stopped herself before tying her clothes and coming out in a nightie. Suresh looks at her with hungry eyes and says "Isn't it too tight?". She replied "My wish. I will wear whatever I want"

Suresh, shocked by her reply, looks away embarrassed and continues eating his food. Soumya sits opposite him, crossing her legs and smirking internally. She knows she looks irresistible, but her husband can't do anything about it.

Her mind drifts back to Sharath's words. "Tell me, does he even know how to eat you out? Or does he still think the clit is some taboo?" She stifles a laugh as she watches Suresh struggle to tear his roti, his weak hands failing him yet again.

The silence between them is deafening, filled only with the sound of Suresh's chewing. Soumya's fingers tap impatiently on the table, her mind racing with images of Sharath's rough hands and demanding mouth. "At least Sharath knows how to use his tongue," she thinks bitterly, glancing at her husband's slouched posture and timid expression.

Her husband continued "Look at the news, Soumya. Another wife apparently ran away with her boyfriend. What is wrong with these women? It is just ridiculous, isn't it?"

Soumya's fingers tightened around her glass of water, her knuckles turning white. She could almost feel Sharath's phantom breath on her neck as his voice slithered into her ear: "Ask him, aunty. Ask your useless husband why she really ran."

"Yeah.. it's ridiculous" Soumya blurted out almost as if she was forced to say it. Inside her mind, though, her thoughts were almost entirely different. "Maybe, she wanted someone stronger" she thought and smiled.

"Soumya, you know, why don't you plan some trip. Let's go out and have some space for ourselves" Soumya was slightly happier that her husband finally said something useful to her. She smiled and replied "Yeah, sure." She was already imagining herself in some beach wearing clothes she only saw in movies, and of course.....Sharath staring at her from the poolside.

But Suresh continued, "I was thinking of *******. My parents want to go for a long time, and I thought we could join them." Soumya's smile froze. Of course. Always his parents. It was never about her or what she wants. Her fingers dug into her thighs under the table as Sharath's voice purred in her mind: "Ask that bastard to go alone so we have the entire house for ourselves"

Soumya then replies, "Oh, I forgot, andi. We have parent teachers meeting at the college. Vikrant specifically asked for me to be there". While there was such a meeting, her son did not specifically ask for her. It was just a lie.. maybe for Sharath. Suresh's face contorted in annoyance. "Again? You just had one last month,"

"Yeah, but they called again and I have to go there. Maybe you should go with Atthaya (mother in law)". Okay, alright. Then I'll go on Saturday.