Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 
Naveen stopped immediately, holding himself perfectly still.
 
"It's alright," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
 
"I'm here. Just breathe."
 
He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her closed eyelids, trying to soothe her with his gentleness.
 
She focused on the sensation of his lips on her skin.
 
The warmth of his body against hers.
 
The weight of him, pressing her into the sofa.
 
She told herself to relax.
 
To breathe.
 
To let go.
 
She told herself that this was Naveen, her husband, the man who loved her, the man who would never hurt her.
 
She told herself that there was nothing to be afraid of.
 
The fear came anyway.
 
It started as a flicker, a small, cold knot in her stomach.
 
Then it grew, spreading through her chest, her limbs, her throat.
 
Her body began to tense, her muscles tightening beneath his hands.
 
She felt the familiar wall rising inside her, the locked door, the thing she couldn't name and couldn't control.
 
Not this time, she told herself.
 
Not this time.
 
This time I won't freeze.
 
She opened her eyes.
 
She looked at the ceiling.
 
She tried to focus on something, anything, other than the feeling of his hands on her body, his lips on her skin, his weight pressing her down.
 
She tried to pretend she was somewhere else.
 
Someone else.
 
Anyone but the broken woman lying on the sofa, waiting for her body to betray her.
 
He stayed like that for a long moment, letting her body adjust to the unfamiliar pressure, to the feel of him poised at her most intimate threshold.
 
He felt her relax, just a fraction, her hands on his chest unclenching slightly.
 
Emboldened, he tried to move again, a slow, gentle rocking of his hips, trying to enter her soft pussy again.
 
He looked into her eyes, asking permission one more time.
 
She wanted to say yes.
 
She wanted to let him in.
 
She wanted to be the wife he deserved.
 
But her body had already decided.
 
It was too much, she can’t take it.
 
She flinched violently.
 
"No, stop," she pleaded, her voice tight with worry.
 
"Please, stop." Her eyes were filled with tears now, not of pleasure, but of genuine distress.