Adultery Seduction of My Wife Padma (UPDATED 30-DEC-25)

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Padma lay utterly still beneath him, her hands resting limply on his broad shoulders. The heavy, pulsating warmth inside her seemed to radiate through her whole lower body, leaving her completely drained. Her mind was a chaotic blur, torn between the raw, inescapable sensation of what had just happened and a sudden, sharp wave of cold panic that began creeping into her chest.
Rajan rested his heavy forehead against the dip of her neck, his chest heaving up and down as his breathing gradually slowed. His body remained fully pressed against hers, warm and solid in the dim, cool air of the fodder room.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Slowly, Rajan lifted his head, looking down into her face. Her eyes were open, staring blankly up at the dark wooden rafters. Her lips were parted, and a single tear slipped silently from the corner of her eye, tracking down into her hair.
Rajan: (softly, his voice low and heavy) “Padma...”
His hand moved gently up her arm, his fingers caressing her cheek to wipe the tear away. But the moment his skin touched hers, Padma flinched.
The spell of the moment had broken. The heat that had consumed her only minutes ago was replaced by an overwhelming, suffocating weight of guilt. She looked down at where they were still joined, then up at his dark, satisfied face, and the full reality of her actions crashed down on her like a physical blow.
Padma: (whispering, her voice trembling) “Rajan... please. Get off me.”
Rajan didn't move immediately. He studied the raw conflict in her eyes, a faint, knowing curve lingering at the edge of his mouth.
Rajan: “Why the sudden rush? We're still catching our breath.”
Padma: (her voice rising, frantic) “Please! Move, Rajan! It’s over... it’s done. I need to get up!”
Seeing the real panic rising in her eyes, Rajan slowly shifted his weight, pulling back and easing himself off her. As he disengaged, the immediate physical absence left her feeling hollow and exposed, the warm slickness reminding her with every second of what she had allowed to happen.
Padma instantly turned onto her side, pulling her knees up slightly as if to shield herself. She grabbed her crumpled salwar kameez from the corner of the mattress with trembling hands, hastily covering by holding it.
Her heart was hammering wildly against her ribs—not from passion anymore, but from sheer terror.
Padma moved carefully across the floor, still only half-dressed. Her dress lay a short distance away; her panty had ended up farther off in another direction. She bent and reached for one piece, then another, gathering each item from different spots. The scattered clothes forced her to turn and lean repeatedly, her movements practical and a little hurried.
Rajan remained where he was, watching her.
Each time she bent, the smooth curve of her body became more pronounced. His eyes followed the line of her back and the soft, full shape of her ass as she shifted from one piece of clothing to the next. A fresh heat rose in him. He felt himself harden again, the sight of her bending and searching stirring the same deep wanting that had not fully settled.
After a moment he stood and crossed the short space between them. Before she could straighten with the last item in her hand, his arms came around her from behind.
The sudden contact sent a sharp, involuntary jolt through her.
One of his hands settled low on her hip; the other slid across her stomach, drawing her firmly against him. She felt the unmistakable hardness of him push against the soft curve of her ass.
Padma’s breath caught in her throat. A tight heat flared low in her body — not desire exactly, but a raw, startled physical response she could not control. Her skin prickled where his arms held her. Her stomach tensed under his hand. For a second her knees weakened, and a faint tremor ran down her thighs.

At the same time a cold wave of panic rose in her chest. Her fingers clenched around the clothes she was holding. Her shoulders stiffened. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, jaw locked, as the conflicting sensations — the unwanted physical reaction and the sharper weight of guilt — collided inside her.
She remained frozen in his arms for a long moment.
Her voice came out low and strained.
Padma: “Leave. It’s over. It’s already late.”
She shifted her weight, attempting to step forward. Rajan did not release her. Instead he lowered his head near the curve of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. His hands stayed firm on her hips, keeping her in place.
Rajan: “I still want to love your bum… just let me love your soft bum a little more. Stay like this for me… just a little longer.”

A flush of discomfort mixed with the lingering guilt rose in her face. She turned her head slightly, though she still avoided looking at him fully.
Padma: “No. Geeta and Mahesh may come. It’s enough . Please leave.”
Her words carried clear urgency. She pushed lightly against his forearm, trying to free herself.
Rajan: “For your clarification, I’ll check. No one is coming.”
But he made no move to step away. His arms stayed around her. One hand shifted slightly lower, resting against the soft curve of her ass with quiet possessiveness.
Rajan guided her hips lower until she was on her hands and knees, her back arched, the soft curve of her ass raised toward him.
From this angle her ass rose full and round, the soft cheeks smooth and warm under the dim light. The deep cleft between them was shadowed, the skin there a slightly darker, richer tone than the rest of her body.
At the centre the tight, small hole was visible, delicate and closed, the surrounding skin a deeper brown against the lighter fairness of her thighs and lower back.
He stared for a long moment, the sight holding him. Then he brought one hand forward and rested his palm over the soft curve. His fingers spread, feeling the warmth and the slight give of her flesh.
The moment his palm settled over the soft curve of her ass, Padma felt the full warmth and weight of his hand. His skin was slightly rough against hers.
When his fingers flexed, she felt the subtle shift of each one against her skin. The contact sent a low, involuntary shiver up her spine. The area was still sensitive from everything that had happened earlier, so even this steady, open-handed touch felt amplified — warm, heavy, and impossible to ignore. Her hips tensed for a second under the weight of his palm before she forced herself to stay still.
Rajan kept her in the raised position, his palm still resting on the soft curve of her ass. He leaned in and pressed his face against her ass , kissing the warm skin slowly, unhurried. His hand moved with quiet pressure, fingers spreading and His hand was moving slowly back and forth, or his fingers were gently rubbing and caressing the surface of her ass.
Padma’s breath shortened. A half-hearted wave of sensation moved through her body ,
Her arms trembled slightly. For a moment her hips eased back into the contact before she caught herself. At the same time the resistance remained.
She did not pull away completely, yet every quiet sound she made carried both the pleasure and the reluctance.
Padma: “Rajan… enough… please.”
He kissed the soft curve of her ass, then gave it a firm slap that produced a sharp, clear sound against her skin. The flesh jiggled slightly under the impact. He slapped again, slower, listening to the sound, before spreading her cheeks with both hands.
He leaned in close, pressed his face into the Hole, The warm, private scent of her hole reached him — deeper, muskier, slightly sharp and intimate . He breathed it in deliberately, then placed his lips. directly against the small, tight opening and kissed it. Padma’s body jolted. A short, startled laugh escaped her even as she tried to pull forward.
Padma: “No… dirty… Rajan, that’s dirty…”
Her voice mixed protest with the breathless sound of her laugh. She kept her face turned down, shoulders shaking slightly, caught between the physical shock of the contact and the half-hearted resistance that no longer fully stopped him.
Rajan straightened behind her. He gave both of her ass cheeks two firm, open-handed slaps, the sharp sounds clear in the quiet room. The soft flesh moved under each impact.
A short, broken moan escaped her throat before she could stop it.
Padma: “Ahh… Rajan…”
Then he rose fully and pulled her upright against him, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Two of his hands slide from her smooth abdomen to her hanging boobs, pressing and holding the soft weight.
At the same time he pushed his hips forward, pressing the hard length of his penis firmly against the round, soft curve of her ass.
Padma’s body tensed inside the sudden full-body hold. Her breath caught.
feeling the heat of his chest along her back, the pressure of his hand on her breast, and the unmistakable hardness grinding slowly against her.
Rajan kept her pressed against him from behind. He shifted his hips lower, guiding the hard length of his penis between her thighs until the underside rested directly against her vulva. He began rubbing slowly back and forth, the thick shaft sliding along her soft, still-sensitive folds.
Padma’s breath caught. For the first several seconds she stayed rigid, hands braced, body unmoving as the steady friction continued against her. The heat and pressure were impossible to ignore.
After about ten seconds her hips gave a small, involuntary shift. Another followed. Almost without deciding to, she began moving with the rhythm of his rubbing — short, reluctant motions that matched the slow drag of his penis against her. Her breathing grew uneven, the coordination quiet and half-hearted, but present. Her body responding while her face stayed turned away, expression tight with the conflict between the physical sensation and the clear wish to stop.
Everything rushed back at once — the fact that she was still half-naked in this room, that Geeta and Mahesh could walk in at any moment, that Mohan’s message was still on her phone, that she had just let another man do these things to her.

A cold wave of fear moved through her chest, followed immediately by a heavier, sharper guilt. Her stomach tightened. Her hands began to shake. The physical sensations that had been pulling her only moments earlier suddenly felt distant and wrong.
Padma: “Rajan… stop. Now. Please.”
She pushed back against his arms with real force and stepped forward, breaking the contact. The cool air against her bare back made her flinch. She stood rigid, breathing fast, eyes wide with the full return of awareness. The only thing left in her mind was the urgent need to cover herself, leave this room, and undo as much of the night as she still could.
Padma did not look at him again. She turned away and began pulling her clothes on with quick, unsteady hands. First the panty, then the salwar, then bra,then the kameez.
Rajan remained where he stood. He watched her for a moment, still breathing heavily, the hardness in his body not yet gone. He turned away and began gathering his own clothes. He pulled on his banian, then his T-shirt, then stepped into his jeans. His movements were slower than hers, but deliberate. He respected her decision..
Before leaving, Padma noticed the mattress still lying unfolded in the room.
Padma: "Rajan, wait. We should fold the mattress and put everything back in its place. Geeta might notice if we leave things like this."
Rajan helped her fold the mattress neatly and move it aside. Padma then picked up the bouquet from the table, carefully holding it in her hand.
Padma: "I'll take this with me. We shouldn't leave anything behind."
They moved toward the entrance of the room. Padma paused just before stepping out. She opened the small bag she had brought with her and took out a compact mirror and a comb. In the dim light she quickly checked her face, then ran the comb through her hair, tugging the strands back into place and smoothing them down until they looked orderly again. She adjusted the neckline of her kameez once more, making sure nothing looked out of place.

Padma :Does my hair look properly set now? I just want to make sure Geeta doesn't suspect anything or get the wrong idea about us."

Rajan: "Don't worry. You look perfectly normal. Just behave as you usually do. She won't suspect anything."

Only when she was satisfied did she close the bag and step outside. Rajan followed a few paces behind, still silent, giving her the space she had claimed.

Just before leaving, Rajan gently pulled Padma closer, wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug and gave her a tender final kiss on her forehead and pressed kiss on her lips saying I love you Padma.. always..
Padma not saying anything not reciprocating but asking : Promise me, whatever happened between us today will remain our secret. Even Geeta and Mahesh or my husband ?
Rajan:Don’t worry  "I promise. Not a word to anyone."
Padma smiled softly, picked up her bag and bouquet, and prepared to leave.