Adultery Radiance of Vanitha

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Chapter 1 - Radiance of Vanitha

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a golden hue on the room as Vanitha stood before the mirror, gracefully dbanging her silk saree. Her slender fingers moved with practiced ease, the fabric hugging her toned figure in a way that accentuated her natural elegance. The saree, a vibrant shade of peacock blue with intricate gold embroidery, shimmered as it caught the light, perfectly complementing her glowing complexion. A delicate jasmine garland adorned her thick, jet-black hair, its fragrance mingling with the subtle scent of sandalwood from her skin.

Vanitha was a vision of timeless beauty. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with confidence, and her flawless skin bore testament to her disciplined lifestyle. A former Miss Chennai, she had always been admired for her poise and charm, but it was her commitment to health and wellness that truly defined her.

Every day began with a ritual of self-care and fitness. At dawn, Vanitha performed yoga on the terrace, her movements fluid and precise, followed by an hour of strength training. She believed in maintaining a natural physique and was careful not to overdo muscle building. Her diet reflected her discipline—clean, whole foods rich in nutrients. Breakfast was a protein-packed smoothie made with almond milk, spinach, banana, and a scoop of plant-based protein powder. Lunch often included quinoa or brown rice paired with grilled vegetables and lentils, while dinner was light—a bowl of soup or salad with a handful of nuts.

As she adjusted the pleats of her saree one last time, Vanitha turned to Ashok with a playful smile. “How do I look?” she asked.

Ashok glanced up from his laptop and grinned. “Like you walked straight out of a Raja Ravi Varma painting.”

Vanitha laughed softly but appreciated his words. Despite being modern in her outlook, she cherished tradition and found joy in wearing sarees daily—a habit that set her apart in an increasingly Westernized world.

Her phone buzzed on the dresser. It was a reminder for her evening cooking class at the community center—a new hobby she had picked up since moving to the U.S. “Time to spread some healthy eating habits,” she murmured to herself before stepping out into the day that awaited her vibrant energy and unwavering dedication.

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Chapter 2: Selvam’s Quiet Strength

The solitude that followed Ashok’s departure to the US weighed heavily on Selvam, yet it fueled a transformation within him. His world, once centered around his son, now expanded to embrace the community he called home. Selvam found purpose in guiding others towards a healthier lifestyle, driven by his own deep-seated understanding of fitness and nutrition.

Selvam wasn’t your typical 48-year-old. Years of disciplined training and a high-protein diet had sculpted a physique that belied his age. He moved with an agility and strength that impressed everyone. His days began before sunrise, with a rigorous workout in his home gym, followed by a breakfast of eggs, nuts, and a green smoothie.

He started conducting free fitness training sessions in the local park. Middle-aged men and women, initially hesitant, soon found themselves drawn to Selvam’s infectious enthusiasm and practical advice. He taught them the importance of strength training, not just for building muscle, but for maintaining bone density and overall well-being. He shared his recipes for protein-rich meals and explained how small dietary changes could lead to significant improvements in health.

Ashok, video calls Selvam almost every other day even after getting married. “Appa, Vanitha seems stressed, she cannot pick what color saree she wants to Deepavali” Ashok chuckled. “She wants to have all the colors, but she’s can't make up her mind.”

Selvam, stroking his chin playfully. “Ashok, Vanitha has a tough choice of course.” he played along. Vanitha yanked the phone from Ashok's hands playfully yelled at her father-in-law "Mama, are you teaming up with him, I thought you are on my side."
"Of course, my dear, I am always on your side." Selvam laughed.

It had been a few years since his wife had passed away. His days were spent keeping busy with work and his passion for fitness, and his evenings were usually spent watching TV or reading.

"Vanitha, you know, I am pleasantly surprised you are more traditional unlike girls these days."

Vanitha wore a low-cut t-shirt and she tried to show Selvam the saree choice on FaceTime and she had to bend to frame the saree and herself in the camera so Selvam can see it. Selvam is looking at the saree and he sees Vanitha's ample cleavage on the screen.

"Vanitha, the saree is fine." Selvam blushed, turning his gaze away from the screen.

"Is this making you uncomfortable, mama?" Vanitha teased, pretending to cover her chest.

"No, no, my dear, please continue with the shopping."

"No I need your help to chose"

Vanitha's hand was dainty as she covered her ample cleavage with one palm, the fabric of her t-shirt stretched tautly across her chest.

The t-shirt she was wearing was a bright pink, softly hugging her figure. Her hand, covered in a deep maroon fabric, rested gently over her chest, partially obscuring the ample cleavage that peeked out from beneath.

Vanitha's fingers gently curved over her chest, covering her exposed cleavage with one palm. Her t-shirt was bunched up slightly, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, golden skin.

She covered her cleavage with one palm only as obligatory... as she's very comfortable with the family as Selvam is like a father to her.

Her hand was like a delicate flower, shielding the garden of her curves from the gaze of others. But her eyes sparkled with mischief, inviting a peek into the forbidden.

Selvam struggled to keep his gaze away from her supple breasts that was perky and round. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not a pervert. He thought to himself.

You know you will look good in both sarees but I think you already have that pink color, why don't you pick the yellow saree.

After chatting with them for few mins Selvam hung up the phone and lost in thoughts about what had happened. He felt bad that he was thinking about his daughter-in-law in such a sexual way. What was happening to him? He wondered. He tried to push those thoughts out of his head and went back to watching TV.

That night, as he lay in bed, he couldn't stop thinking about Vanitha. He imagined running his hands over her smooth skin, kissing her soft lips, and caressing her full breasts. His dark thick cock, swollen and erect, throbbed with desire. Selvam never used to jerk-off but something came over him that night. Selvam stroked his length, pleasure coursing through his body as he envisioned making love to her.

The guilt and shame he felt afterwards only served to fuel his obsession. He knew he had to find a way to stop himself from crossing the line, but every night he found himself thinking about Vanitha, her luscious curves and inviting smile.

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Chapter 3: A Tangle of Love and Fear

Back in the US Ashok and Vanitha's home, the bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting warm shadows on the walls. Vanitha leaned against Ashok, her head resting on his chest as his fingers gently traced patterns along her arm. The closeness between them was palpable, a quiet intimacy that spoke of their deep connection.

“I missed this,” Ashok murmured, his voice low and tender. He tilted her chin up to meet his gaze, his dark eyes filled with love.

Vanitha smiled faintly but didn’t speak. Instead, she leaned in, letting her lips brush against his in a kiss that quickly deepened. Ashok pulled her closer, his hands moving to her waist, but just as the moment began to escalate, Vanitha stiffened. She placed her palms against his chest and gently pushed him away.

“Vanitha?” Ashok’s voice was filled with concern as he searched her face. “What’s wrong?”

She sat up, pulling the edge of the blanket around her shoulders as if shielding herself. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, avoiding his eyes. “I just… I can’t.”

Ashok sat up beside her, his hand resting lightly on her back. “Talk to me,” he urged softly.

Vanitha hesitated, her fingers twisting the edge of the blanket. “Ashok, I love you,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “And I want to give you everything—everything you’ve ever dreamed of. But…” She trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

“But what?” Ashok prompted gently.

She finally turned to face him, her eyes brimming with vulnerability. “But I’m scared,” she admitted. “I’m scared of what having a baby will do to me—to my body.”

Ashok’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Vanitha, you’re worried about your figure?"

“It’s not just that,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “It’s more than that. My body… it’s something I’ve worked so hard to maintain. It’s part of who I am—part of what makes me feel confident and strong.” Her voice cracked slightly as she added, “And I’m terrified of losing that.”

Ashok reached for her hand and held it firmly. “Vanitha,” he said earnestly, “you’re beautiful—not because of how you look, but because of who you are. And nothing—not pregnancy or anything else—could ever change that.”

She looked down at their intertwined hands, tears welling in her eyes. “I know you mean that,” she said softly. “But you don’t understand how much this matters to me.”

There was a long pause before Vanitha spoke again, this time more hesitantly. “But then… there are moments,” she admitted quietly, “when I imagine holding a baby—our baby—and it feels like my heart could burst from how much I want it.” Her voice broke as a tear slipped down her cheek. “I want to be a mother so badly, Ashok. But I don’t know if I’m ready to give up everything else.”

Ashok pulled her into his arms again without hesitation, holding her tightly as she sobbed into his shoulder. “We’ll figure this out together,” he promised softly. “You don’t have to make any decisions right now.”

Vanitha pulled back slightly to look at him through tear-filled eyes. “Do you really mean that?”

“Of course,” he said firmly. “We’ll take it one step at a time—whatever makes you feel comfortable.” He kissed her forehead gently and added with a small smile, “And if we need help figuring things out, we’ll ask Appa for advice. You know how wise he is.”

Vanitha managed a watery laugh at that and rested her head against Ashok’s chest once more. For now, the weight of uncertainty eased slightly in the warmth of his embrace—but deep down, she knew the question of motherhood would linger until they found a path forward together.

Ashok leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. The kiss deepened, and Vanitha responded with equal passion, her hands sliding up his back. As his touch grew more insistent, she reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a small foil packet. She held it out to him with a meaningful look.

Ashok paused, his breath hitching slightly as he glanced at the condom in her hand. “Vanitha,” he said softly, “you don’t have to do this just for me.”

She shook her head, her voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. “It’s not that, Ashok. I want this. I just… I need to be careful.”

Ashok took the packet from her and nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. “I get it,” he said gently. “You’re worried about getting pregnant.”

Vanitha bit her lip and looked away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. “I’m not against having a baby,” she admitted quietly. “I think about it all the time—what it would feel like to hold our child, to see them smile at us.” Her voice softened as she added, “But I’m scared of what it will do to me… to my body.”

Ashok pulled her into his arms, his touch warm and reassuring. He kissed her hair, murmuring soothingly, “We don't have to worry about that right now. Let's just enjoy being together, okay?"

Vanitha leaned into his embrace, a sense of relief washing over her. She knew there were no guarantees, but for tonight at least, she was content to lose herself in his love.

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How is this story? Continue or nah?

[Hotyyhard]

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[Redbull_69]

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[Ajay Kailash]

Very good start. But my worry is you start the stories and leave it half way in both languages.

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Chapter 4: A Morning of New Bonds

The crisp morning air filled Vanitha’s lungs as she jogged through the park, her ponytail swaying with each stride. The rhythmic sound of her sneakers hitting the pavement was soothing, a moment of clarity before the day unfolded. She loved these runs, especially after Ashok left for work—it was her time to think, to reflect.


Her sports bra struggled to keep her immaculate perk breasts while keeping most importantly still supported by its straps. The cool air erected her nipples in a way almost sensual; every movement tugged insistently across sensitive nerve endings between tight muscle fibers which made her nipples harder and she enjoy it immensely. She recollected the sex with her husband and wondered what it would feel like having sex without a condom.

As she slowed to a walk near the park’s fountain, she noticed a group of women gathered nearby. Two of them pushed strollers, their newborns bundled in soft blankets. Vanitha’s gaze lingered on the babies, their tiny hands peeking out as they gurgled and cooed. A pang of longing stirred in her chest, but she quickly brushed it aside.

“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?” a cheerful voice interrupted her thoughts. Vanitha turned to see a blonde woman in her mid-thirties smiling at her. She wore athleisure and carried a water bottle in one hand.

“It is,” Vanitha replied with a polite smile.

“I’m Heather,” the woman introduced herself, extending a hand.

“Vanitha,” she said, shaking it warmly.

Heather gestured towards the strollers. “I see you were admiring the little ones.”

Vanitha hesitated before nodding. “They’re adorable,” she admitted softly. “I’ve always loved children.”

Heather chuckled. “They do have that effect on people.” She motioned for Vanitha to join her on a nearby bench. “So, do you have kids?”

Vanitha sat down beside her and shook her head. “Not yet,” she said with a small smile. “My husband and I… we’ve talked about it. But it’s complicated.”

Heather tilted her head curiously. “Complicated how?”

Vanitha hesitated for a moment before deciding to open up. “I want to be a mother,” she began slowly, “but I’m terrified of what pregnancy might do to my body. I’ve worked so hard to maintain my health and figure—it’s such a big part of who I am.”

Heather nodded thoughtfully. “That’s completely valid,” she said gently. “Pregnancy is beautiful, but it’s not easy—physically or emotionally.”

Vanitha sighed, relieved that Heather wasn’t judging her. “It’s not that I’m against it,” she added quickly. “I think about holding my baby all the time. But then I think about everything I’d have to sacrifice…”

Heather placed a comforting hand on Vanitha’s arm. “You know,” she began carefully, “I felt the same way before I had my twins.”

Vanitha looked at her in surprise. “You have twins?”

Heather grinned and nodded toward the strollers. “That’s them over there.”

“But… you look amazing!” Vanitha exclaimed, gesturing at Heather’s toned physique.

Heather laughed lightly. “Thank you! That’s because I didn’t carry them myself—I used surrogacy.”

Vanitha blinked in surprise, her curiosity piqued. “Surrogacy?”

Heather nodded again, leaning back on the bench. “Exactly. My husband and I wanted kids so badly, but like you, I was worried about what pregnancy would mean for me—my health, my career, everything.” She paused before adding with a warm smile, “Surrogacy gave us our family without me having to go through those changes.”
Vanitha listened intently as Heather continued. “It wasn’t an easy decision at first—I had all sorts of doubts and questions—but once we found the right surrogate and saw how well-supported she was throughout the process, it felt like the perfect choice for us.”

“Didn’t you feel…” Vanitha hesitated, searching for the right words. “… disconnected? Like you missed out on something?”

“Not at all,” Heather said firmly. “The bond with my babies is just as strong as if I’d carried them myself.” She smiled wistfully at the strollers again. “And honestly? Knowing they were safe and healthy while I stayed true to myself made me an even better mom.”

Vanitha sat quietly for a moment, absorbing Heather’s words. The idea of surrogacy had never crossed her mind before—but now, it seemed like an option worth considering.

Heather broke the silence with another warm smile. “If you ever want to talk more about it or need advice, let me know.” She handed Vanitha a small card with her contact information.

“Thank you,” Vanitha said sincerely as she tucked the card into her pocket.

As they parted ways and Vanitha resumed her jog, her mind buzzed with new possibilities. For the first time in weeks, she felt a glimmer of hope—a path forward that might allow her to embrace motherhood without losing herself in the process.

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Chapter 5: A Sparkling Distraction

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. Vanitha stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her saree and admiring the delicate waist chains spread out on the bed. The jewelry store she was promoting for an upcoming beauty event had sent her a stunning selection to choose from, and now she faced the impossible task of picking just one.


She picked up a gold chain with tiny emerald accents and fastened it loosely around her waist, turning slightly to examine herself. Something didn’t feel quite right. “Ashok!” she called out.

Ashok appeared in the doorway, still adjusting his tie for work. He paused mid-step, his eyes immediately drawn to her. The way the saree hugged her figure, paired with the glittering waist chain, left him momentarily speechless.

“I need your help,” Vanitha said, holding up another chain adorned with pearls. “I can’t decide which one looks best. Come here.”

Ashok smirked and walked over, loosening his tie as he sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re asking me for fashion advice? You know I’m terrible at this.”

“Well, you’re here,” she teased, handing him the pearl chain. “Might as well make yourself useful.”

He chuckled and took the chain from her hands. “Alright, let’s see.” Gently, he reached for her waist and began fastening it over her saree pleats. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a shiver up her spine.

“This one’s nice,” he murmured, his voice dropping slightly as his eyes lingered on her bare midriff. “But honestly… I don’t think it matters what you wear. You’d make anything look stunning.”

Vanitha rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Flattery won’t get you out of helping me.”

Ashok leaned closer, his hands still resting lightly on her waist. “I’m serious,” he said softly, his gaze locking with hers. There was a moment of silence between them before he added with a playful grin, “But if you want my honest opinion… maybe try this without the saree?”

“Ashok!” Vanitha laughed and swatted his arm, but there was a blush creeping up her cheeks.

He pulled her closer by the waist chain, his teasing giving way to something more serious. Their lips met in a kiss that quickly deepened, and before long, Ashok’s hands were sliding up her back while hers tangled in his hair.
As their passion grew, Ashok’s fingers found the edge of her saree pleats. Slowly and deliberately, he began to unravel them, letting each fold fall away to reveal more of her toned figure beneath. His touch was reverent as if savoring every curve he uncovered.
“You’re breathtaking,” he whispered against her ear as he slid the saree off her shoulders entirely.

Vanitha’s breath hitched at his words but didn’t stop him as he explored every inch of her with his hands and lips—his touch both gentle and firm in all the right ways. She felt completely seen and adored under his gaze.

Ashok trailed kisses along her collarbone and down to her waist where the gold chain still rested against her skin. He paused there for a moment, running his fingers lightly over it before murmuring with a playful grin, “This might be my favorite part.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin as he traced her curves with his hands and lips. When he reached her midriff, his gaze fell upon her belly button—a perfect little indentation that seemed to invite him closer.

He smiled mischievously and planted soft kisses around her belly button, relishing its shape and how it accentuated her figure. “I adore this,” he said playfully, his lips brushing against her skin. “It’s like a little treasure that makes you even more beautiful.”

Vanitha laughed softly but quickly lost herself again in the intensity of their connection as Ashok lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

Vanitha giggled at his affection, feeling completely adored under his touch as their passion grew with each moment.

As their intimacy escalated, Ashok paused briefly to meet her gaze. “Are you sure about this?” he asked softly, his tone filled with care.

Vanitha nodded but added with a small smile, “Just not… inside me.”

Ashok kissed her forehead gently in understanding before continuing, his movements slow and deliberate as if savoring every moment they shared. He explored every curve of hers with reverence, his hands trailing down her back and resting lightly on her hips before returning to trace along her waistline where the gold chain still sat.

Feeling a surge of affection for him, Vanitha began to stroke his chest lightly with one hand. Her fingers brushed against his nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from Ashok as she continued to explore him tenderly. She wanted him to feel loved and desired—wanted him to know how much she cared for him even if she wasn’t ready for certain steps yet.

Caught up in their passion, Vanitha didn’t stop him as they moved together in perfect rhythm. She wrapped herself around him tightly as their breathing grew heavier and their movements more urgent.

But just as Ashok neared climax, Vanitha froze.

“Wait,” she said breathlessly, placing a hand on his chest to stop him from going further.

Ashok immediately slowed down but didn’t pull away completely. “Vanitha?” he asked gently, concern flickering in his voice.

She looked at him with wide eyes but quickly shook her head. “It’s not that,” she said softly. “I just… I don’t want to risk anything.”

Understanding dawned on Ashok’s face as he nodded slowly. He leaned down to kiss her forehead reassuringly before shifting slightly so he could finish over her bare midriff instead. Vanitha held onto him tightly throughout, running her fingers gently through his hair as if to show him how much she cared. She rubbed his chest and flicked his nipples to keep him engaged so he can cum.

Ashok began to feel his testicle swell with semen and he was ready to explode. 

Throughout it all, Vanitha kept stroking his chest lightly while brushing gentle kisses along his jawline—small gestures meant to keep his erection and show how much she cherished their connection.

Feeling a surge of affection for him, Vanitha began to stroke his chest lightly. Her fingers again began to brush against him in ways that made him shiver—a touch only she knew could send him reeling. She smiled softly at the way his breath hitched when she flicked a finger gently across his chest in just the right spot—a secret she alone knew about him after years of being together. She flicked and tugged on his nipples.

Ashok groaned deeply at her touch, his body trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through him. His eyes locked onto Vanitha’s face—her flushed cheeks, soft smile, and the way she looked at him with so much love—and it overwhelmed him completely.

As their intimacy escalated, Ashok paused briefly to meet her gaze. “Are you sure about this?” he asked softly, his tone filled with care.

Vanitha nodded but added with a small smile, “Just not… inside me.” She hesitated before offering shyly, “If you want… you.. you can finish on my face.” She could not look him in the face when she said that.

Ashok stilled for a moment before shaking his head gently. “No,” he said firmly but tenderly. “I’d rather here,” he murmured, placing a hand lightly on her midriff. “If that’s okay with you.”

“It’s okay… here,” Vanitha whispered softly against his ear as she placed a hand on her midriff in invitation.

Vanitha smiled warmly at his thoughtfulness and nodded. “Of course,” she said softly.
Streams and streams of Ashok's liquid ecstasy flowed outwards towards Vanitha's midriff until finally every drop was filled all over her midriff. 

Vanitha looked up at him with gratitude in her eyes. “I just… I’m not ready yet,” she admitted quietly.

“I know,” Ashok said with a small smile. “And that’s okay.” He stroked her hair gently and added teasingly, “But you’re going to drive me crazy if you keep looking like this every day.”

As they lay there in comfortable silence, Vanitha glanced down at the gold waist chain now glistening with remnants of their intimate moment—slick with Ashok’s thick semen where it rested against her skin.

“Uh-oh,” she said playfully, eyeing the chain with mock horror. “I think we might have ruined it!”

Ashok laughed lightly and sat up slightly to inspect the chain still wrapped around her waist. “Well,” he teased back, “it’s definitely not how I imagined this jewelry would be showcased.”

Vanitha giggled as Ashok carefully untangled part of the chain while trying not to make a bigger mess of it further. “I guess we’ll have to clean it together now,” he said with a wink.

“Good luck with that!” she shot back playfully as Ashok grabbed some tissues from the nightstand.

With exaggerated care and humor in his movements, Ashok began wiping down the chain while it was still wrapped around Vanitha’s waist. His hands were gentle yet deliberate as he worked to clean both the jewelry and any traces left behind on her skin.

“You know,” he said teasingly as he worked, “this might just be my new favorite piece of jewelry.”

Vanitha laughed again but felt warmth spread through her at their playful banter despite what had just happened between them—a mix of intimacy and hesitation that could have been tense but instead felt natural and loving.

“Just don’t break it,” she warned with mock seriousness as Ashok continued cleaning.

“Don’t worry; I’m an expert at handling delicate things,” he replied cheekily.

As they shared laughter and lighthearted teasing over their little mishap with the waist chain, Vanitha felt grateful for their bond—a connection that could weather any storm while still finding joy in each other’s company amidst uncertainty and challenges ahead.