Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

A Pleasant Morning

It was a soothing morning. Vanitha was in the kitchen of her home, preparing coffee for her husband Vinith and their children, Ramesh and Uma. Standing at five feet six inches with a fair, radiant complexion, her shoulder-length "free hair" secured with a single small black clip, Vanitha looked stunning in her red polka-dotted two-piece nightie—like a model straight out of an advertisement! It was this captivating beauty that had enchanted Vinith into a love marriage with her. No one who saw her would believe she was the mother of two children. Vanitha maintained her figure impeccably, her body firm and shapely, thanks to the yoga she practiced every morning.
She poured the coffee she’d brewed into a Venice jug and carried it, along with three empty glasses, toward the bedroom. There, sprawled across the king-sized bed, lay her children and husband. With a gentle tap, she roused them, flashing a golden smile and a cheerful "Good morning" as she poured the coffee into three cups and handed it to them. The trio stretched lazily, sipped the coffee, and shuffled off toward the bathroom. Vanitha returned to the kitchen with the empty cups in hand.
Half an hour later, the children, now dressed in their college uniforms, plopped down at the dining table in the kitchen, shouting, "Food!" "One minute," Vanitha replied as she began serving the meal she’d prepared. The kids took what they wanted and started eating. Vinith joined them, serving himself a portion and digging in. While washing dishes at the sink, Vanitha glanced back to ensure her husband and children were eating before immersing herself fully in her tasks.
As Vanitha finished her chores and wiped down the table, the sound of the college van’s horn echoed from the doorstep. "Bye, Ma!" the kids yelled, dashing out. "Bye!" she called back, finishing the table, placing the cloth near the sink, and heading toward her bedroom. Vinith approached from the opposite direction, a bag slung over his shoulder. Playfully, he pinched the sliver of her waist visible in the small gap between her nightie top and pants. "Ow! Amma, what’s this before heading to the office?" she exclaimed, giving his cheek a light slap. "So I don’t forget you until I get back from the office!" he grinned, heading toward the door. "Hmph! Bye," she said, catching his faint "Bye" from outside as he left. She walked to the door, locked it, and returned to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, she grabbed a towel from the shelf and stepped into the attached bathroom to bathe. Hanging her nightie top, pants, bra, and panties on the bathroom rack, she stood under the shower, letting the water cascade over her naked body. Ten minutes later, she emerged with just a towel wrapped around her, slipping into a pair of maroon fancy panties and a matching bra from the shelf. She then took a hanger holding a saree, petticoat, and blouse, tossed it onto the bed, and began dressing—first the petticoat, then the blouse, and finally the saree. Sitting at the dressing table mirror, she started applying makeup. In five minutes, with a light dusting of powder and a touch of cream, she was elegantly ready. Having tied the saree low on her hips, she adjusted it to cover her waist, the maroon fabric accentuating her beauty. She gave herself one last look in the mirror before leaving the house through the hall.
Locking the front door, she took her maroon car, drove it out, locked the gate, and set off toward her company. Vanitha worked at a multinational computer chip manufacturing firm. She had joined as a marketing executive at the age of 23, shortly after her marriage, and now, at 31, her sincerity had propelled her to the position of marketing head. Parking her car in the company lot, she walked toward the glass elevator, admiring the ultra-modern, glass-laden office as she ascended to her seventh-floor cabin.
Stepping out of the elevator, she spotted Mr. Ambarish, the company’s GM, approaching. "Good morning, sir!" she greeted with a smile. Mr. Ambarish, a tall man of her father’s age with white hair, always wore a coat. "Good morning, my child!" he replied warmly, drawing closer. He held great respect and affection for Vanitha, recognizing her as a key contributor to the company’s success.
"Vanitha! I have some good news for you!"
"What, sir?"
"You’re getting an increment next month!"
"Wow! Thank you, sir, thank you very much!"
"But there’s a small formality first…"
"What’s that, sir?"
"You need to go to Delhi for a four-day training!"
"Don’t worry, Vanitha! You’ll be well taken care of by the company."
"It’s not that, sir. I was thinking about my children…"
"Come on, Vanitha, do you have infants at home?"
"No, sir, it’s not that…"
"No more ‘sir.’ You’re going!" he said playfully, issuing a mock command.
"Yes, sir!"
"That’s my child. When’s the training, sir?"
"Next Friday, you’ll fly out. And Mr. Angith is coming with you."
"Sir, who’s Angith?"
"Angith is our Chennai marketing head. He’s arriving today on the 12 o’clock flight, and you’ll be receiving him."
"Yes, sir!"
"Then you’ll train him here for two days, and after that, you’ll both head to Delhi. Okay?"
"Okay!"
"Pick him up in the company car, drop him at our regular star hotel, and start his training tomorrow. Bye," he said, walking toward the elevator. "Bye, sir," Vanitha replied, heading to her cabin, setting down her lunch bag, and preparing to fetch Mr. Angith.
At noon, Vanitha waited at the airport entrance in the company car for Mr. Angith. At 12:10, she recognized him approaching with the company driver. Mr. Angith, fair-skinned and standing at 5’9”, looked like a Hindi film star. The driver pointed her out, and Angith waved at her. She waved back, lifting her right hand, which caused her saree to slip, revealing her midriff and navel. In her maroon saree, the fair, slightly fleshy expanse of her waist and the round hollow of her navel caught Angith’s eye. Quickly regaining her composure, she adjusted her saree with her hand, covering herself up to her waist as he approached. "Hello, sir! I’m Vanitha, marketing head," she said. "Hello, I’m Angith! Nice to meet you," he replied, shaking her hand. They got into the car and headed toward the hotel.
After a half-hour drive, they reached the hotel entrance. "Okay, Mrs. Vanitha, see you tomorrow at the office. Bye," Angith said, stepping out. "Okay, bye. Take rest," she replied, driving back to the office. She finished her work by 4 PM and returned home by 4:30. Seeing the maid waiting at the doorstep, she asked, "Been here long?" while unlocking the door. "No, ma, I just arrived," the elderly woman replied, starting to clean the house. Vanitha went to her bedroom, changed back into her two-piece nightie, and began her tasks.

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As Vanitha finished her chores and wiped down the table, the sound of the college van’s horn echoed from the doorstep. "Bye, Ma!" the kids yelled, dashing out. "Bye!" she called back, finishing the table, placing the cloth near the sink, and heading toward her bedroom. Vinith approached from the opposite direction, a bag slung over his shoulder. Playfully, he pinched the sliver of her waist visible in the small gap between her nightie top and pants. "Ow! Amma, what’s this before heading to the office?" she exclaimed, giving his cheek a light slap. "So I don’t forget you until I get back from the office!" he grinned, heading toward the door. "Hmph! Bye," she said, catching his faint "Bye" from outside as he left. She walked to the door, locked it, and returned to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, she grabbed a towel from the shelf and stepped into the attached bathroom to bathe. Hanging her nightie top, pants, bra, and panties on the bathroom rack, she stood under the shower, letting the water cascade over her naked body. Ten minutes later, she emerged with just a towel wrapped around her, slipping into a pair of maroon fancy panties and a matching bra from the shelf. She then took a hanger holding a saree, petticoat, and blouse, tossed it onto the bed, and began dressing—first the petticoat, then the blouse, and finally the saree. Sitting at the dressing table mirror, she started applying makeup. In five minutes, with a light dusting of powder and a touch of cream, she was elegantly ready. Having tied the saree low on her hips, she adjusted it to cover her waist, the maroon fabric accentuating her beauty. She gave herself one last look in the mirror before leaving the house through the hall.
Locking the front door, she took her maroon car, drove it out, locked the gate, and set off toward her company. Vanitha worked at a multinational computer chip manufacturing firm. She had joined as a marketing executive at the age of 23, shortly after her marriage, and now, at 31, her sincerity had propelled her to the position of marketing head. Parking her car in the company lot, she walked toward the glass elevator, admiring the ultra-modern, glass-laden office as she ascended to her seventh-floor cabin.
Stepping out of the elevator, she spotted Mr. Ambarish, the company’s GM, approaching. "Good morning, sir!" she greeted with a smile. Mr. Ambarish, a tall man of her father’s age with white hair, always wore a coat. "Good morning, my child!" he replied warmly, drawing closer. He held great respect and affection for Vanitha, recognizing her as a key contributor to the company’s success.
"Vanitha! I have some good news for you!"
"What, sir?"
"You’re getting an increment next month!"
"Wow! Thank you, sir, thank you very much!"
"But there’s a small formality first…"
"What’s that, sir?"
"You need to go to Delhi for a four-day training!"
"Don’t worry, Vanitha! You’ll be well taken care of by the company."
"It’s not that, sir. I was thinking about my children…"
"Come on, Vanitha, do you have infants at home?"
"No, sir, it’s not that…"
"No more ‘sir.’ You’re going!" he said playfully, issuing a mock command.
"Yes, sir!"
"That’s my child. When’s the training, sir?"
"Next Friday, you’ll fly out. And Mr. Angith is coming with you."
"Sir, who’s Angith?"
"Angith is our Chennai marketing head. He’s arriving today on the 12 o’clock flight, and you’ll be receiving him."
"Yes, sir!"
"Then you’ll train him here for two days, and after that, you’ll both head to Delhi. Okay?"
"Okay!"
"Pick him up in the company car, drop him at our regular star hotel, and start his training tomorrow. Bye," he said, walking toward the elevator. "Bye, sir," Vanitha replied, heading to her cabin, setting down her lunch bag, and preparing to fetch Mr. Angith.

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At noon, Vanitha waited at the airport entrance in the company car for Mr. Angith. At 12:10, she recognized him approaching with the company driver. Mr. Angith, fair-skinned and standing at 5’9”, looked like a Hindi film star. The driver pointed her out, and Angith waved at her. She waved back, lifting her right hand, which caused her saree to slip, revealing her midriff and navel. In her maroon saree, the fair, slightly fleshy expanse of her waist and the round hollow of her navel caught Angith’s eye. Quickly regaining her composure, she adjusted her saree with her hand, covering herself up to her waist as he approached. "Hello, sir! I’m Vanitha, marketing head," she said. "Hello, I’m Angith! Nice to meet you," he replied, shaking her hand. They got into the car and headed toward the hotel.

After a half-hour drive, they reached the hotel entrance. "Okay, Mrs. Vanitha, see you tomorrow at the office. Bye," Angith said, stepping out. "Okay, bye. Take rest," she replied, driving back to the office. She finished her work by 4 PM and returned home by 4:30. Seeing the maid waiting at the doorstep, she asked, "Been here long?" while unlocking the door. "No, ma, I just arrived," the elderly woman replied, starting to clean the house. Vanitha went to her bedroom, changed back into her two-piece nightie, and began her tasks.
 
 
By 6 PM, the maid finished her tasks and left. Ten minutes later, the two children returned home from college, having gone straight to their music class afterward. They went to their rooms, changed out of their uniforms, and came to the dining hall. Vanitha served them tiffin, saying, "Tiffin’s ready." The kids ate and then started studying, while Vanitha immersed herself in her own work.
At 8 PM, Vinith arrived home, visibly exhausted. "Hello, home leader, welcome. You look really tired?" she greeted him. "Yeah," he replied wearily, heading toward the bedroom. "Freshen up and come—dinner’s ready," she said, slipping back into the kitchen. By 8:40, the four of them sat at the dining table, ate their dinner, and finished. Vanitha tidied up the kitchen and went to the bedroom, where the children were already asleep. Vinith sat on one side, reading a book. Vanitha lay down on the other side and began talking to him.
"Honey… I need to tell you something."
"What, Vanitha?"
"I’ve got a four-day training in Delhi. Next month, I’m getting an increment. Before that, there’s a short training for all the company’s marketing heads…"
"Oh! But I’ve got a week-long conference."
"What conference? When?"
"I leave Thursday. It’s a conference for all the regional managers of our insurance company, in Kerala."
"Wow! Then we can leave Ramesh and Uma at your brother’s place and go."
"Okay, then drop them off at my brother’s on Thursday evening and head to Delhi."
"Sure! Okay. Good night," she said, drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, as usual, Vanitha went to the office and entered her cabin. Seeing Mr. Angith waiting there in neat formal attire, she said, "Hello! Good morning, been here long?"
"No, just ten minutes."
"Okay, fine. Shall we start your training?"
"Yeah, sure," he replied, and they began discussing company matters. During the lunch break, they shared details about their families. Mr. Angith showed her a photo of his son and wife—his wife was as striking as he was. Over two days, they got to know each other. Vanitha found Mr. Angith pleasant to be around, and he told her, "You’re really good to work with," appreciating how well they clicked.
On Thursday morning, Vinith informed Vanitha and the kids, then left for Kerala at 7:30 with a suitcase. That evening, after returning from the office, Vanitha dropped the children at Vinith’s brother’s house, came back home, packed her clothes for Delhi, and went to bed.
At 11 AM on Friday, the company car pulled up to her doorstep. Mr. Angith, who had come to accompany her to the airport, stepped out and rang the doorbell. "Coming," Vanitha called from inside, opening the door with a smile and saying, "Come in." "Not ready yet?" Mr. Angith asked as he stepped inside. "Everything’s done, just two minutes. Finishing something in the kitchen, then we’ll leave!"
"Okay, we’ve got two hours. But be quick."
"Okay, two minutes. Be seated," she said, gesturing to the sofa in the hall before heading to the kitchen. Mr. Angith said, "Okay," sat on the sofa, and started flipping through a newspaper. Moments later, Vanitha returned to the hall with a coffee cup in hand, calling out, "Sir." When Mr. Angith turned at the sound of her voice, he saw her approaching him in a black saree, looking breathtaking. She walked briskly, holding the coffee cup with both hands.
Her quick pace caused her saree to slip slightly, revealing her waist to Angith. The fair, smooth expanse of her midriff, framed by the black saree, drew his gaze. As she slowed down while nearing him, her navel—half-hidden by the saree’s fold—came into view, catching his eye. Reaching him, she bent slightly to offer the coffee, saying, "Coffee." "Thank you," he said, taking the cup as his eyes lingered on the two creases that formed on her waist when she leaned forward. The sight stirred something primal in him. When Vanitha noticed his gaze fixed on her midriff, she straightened up quickly, adjusted her saree to cover herself, and said, "One minute," before heading back to the kitchen. Unaware that she’d caught him staring, Angith masked his admiration and began sipping the coffee, though a flicker of disappointment crossed him as she concealed what he’d been savoring.
In the kitchen, Vanitha convinced herself that Angith’s glance at her waist was accidental, finished her tasks, and returned to the hall to collect his empty cup before taking it back to the kitchen. This time, seeing her waist hidden again left Angith with a pang of disappointment. As he watched her walk away, he realized a lustful attraction had sparked within him. Telling himself it was wrong and that he shouldn’t look at her that way again, he was still lost in thought when Vanitha returned, saying, "Sir, ready, let’s go." They left the house, locked the door and gate, and set off for the airport in the car.

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The car moved steadily toward the airport. Vanitha and Angith sat on opposite sides, each gazing out their respective windows. Angith, on the right, subtly shifted his eyes toward her. Her hair fluttered in the breeze as she looked outside, her red lips enhanced by lipstick, adding to her allure. His gaze traveled down her graceful neck, along her arm covered by the black blouse, and settled on her waist. When Vanitha raised her right hand to adjust her hair, her midriff came fully into view, offering Angith an unobstructed sight. Confirming her attention was elsewhere, he let his eyes caress her bare skin.

Between the folds of her black saree, her waist curved with three soft rolls of flesh, her navel partially concealed by the fabric’s edge. Even that glimpse of her navel was enough to make his cock twitch. Adjusting his position, he double-checked that she wasn’t looking, then let his gaze trace the first fold of her waist, glide past the second, and linger on the third before settling on her half-exposed navel. As she shifted in her seat, the saree slipped further, revealing more of her navel and sending a shiver through him. Lost in the sight, he didn’t notice Vanitha catch his reflection in the driver’s side mirror. She casually adjusted her saree to cover herself, as if it were unintentional. Pretending he hadn’t been caught, Angith turned his eyes outward. Vanitha brushed it off as a typical male weakness, soothing her own unease.
By 12:30 PM, the car reached the airport. They got out, completed the formalities, and boarded the 12:50 flight. Inside the plane, Vanitha pulled the tickets from her handbag and checked their seat numbers. Turning to Mr. Angith, she said, "The window and middle seats in the fifth row are ours," and led the way to their spots, with Angith following.
Once they reached the seats, she said, "I don’t like window seats, so you take the window." Mr. Angith replied, "No problem," and settled into the window seat. As Vanitha lifted her handbag to the overhead bin, her saree rode up, exposing her entire midriff and a hint of one breast to Angith. This time, he saw her waist up close—stretched taut, her navel elongated and straight. He could even make out the faint stretch marks around it from childbirth, lines that framed her belly like a sensual sketch, making it all the more erotic. The sight sent a tremor through his body; his mind screamed to grab her waist and kiss it. His eyes refused to leave her navel until she lowered her arms, placed the bag, and sat beside him with a small gap between them. They exchanged smiles—hers fresh and bright, his tinged with a sheepish lust.
Moments later, a stout woman in a churidar approached their row. "Madam, this corner seat is mine," she said. Vanitha smiled and shifted closer to Angith to make room. When the woman sat, her bulk forced Vanitha to press against Angith, their bodies brushing together. Though it felt awkward, it secretly thrilled him. They shared uneasy smiles, masking the tension. Soon, as the plane prepared for takeoff, the air hostess instructed passengers to fasten their seat belts. Angith buckled his and glanced at Vanitha, who was fumbling with hers.
Leaning over to help, he bent toward her lap to secure the belt. His hand accidentally pressed against her breast, the contact firm and unmistakable. Though it unsettled her, a shiver of arousal coursed through her body. Finishing, Angith looked up and grinned, "It’s over." Her return smile carried a hint of nervousness. Minutes later, the plane lifted off, soaring into the sky.
Shortly after takeoff, an air hostess approached with a tray of juice glasses. "Ma’am," she said. The stout woman took one first. Vanitha reached for hers, and as Angith extended his hand for his, his elbow pressed into her breast again. This time, they both felt it keenly. The pressure sent a quiet thrill through him, his cock stirring in his pants. Vanitha, too, registered the jolt—another man’s touch on her breast made her body tingle, despite her mind’s protest. They drank their juice, chatted briefly about company matters, and soon drifted off to sleep.
 
 
Half an hour later, Angith woke from his nap and found Vanitha sitting close beside him, her head resting on his shoulder as she slept. He realized his right hand had slipped past her arm and was hovering near her waist, his fingers brushing directly against her bare skin. Understanding that his hand must have landed on her midriff unconsciously during sleep, a wave of temptation surged through him. Slowly, he spread the fingers that had been grazing her waist, pressing his palm fully against her flesh. His middle and ring fingers began to softly stroke her belly. Angith shifted closer to her, narrowing the gap between them. His body now trembled slightly, a mix of fear and overflowing desire.
His fingers, lingering on the third fold of her waist near the edge of her saree’s pleat, glided upward, caressing the second fold before reaching the first, just below her blouse, then slid back down. After teasing her like this for a moment, they moved straight from the third fold toward the depths of her saree. Confirming she was still asleep, Angith summoned a flicker of courage and placed all five fingers flat against her stomach, guiding them toward her navel. As his fingers gently roamed her belly, his middle finger was the first to touch her navel, and he felt his body shudder. Glancing around to ensure no one was watching, he let his middle finger—hidden beneath her saree—trace the rim of her navel in slow circles.
After circling her navel for a while, his middle finger slipped gently inside it. His trembling intensified. He then placed his thumb on the upper edge of her navel, using it to stroke the top while his middle finger probed within. After a moment, he lowered his thumb inside her navel and slid his middle finger downward, caressing the lower part of it. Just then, the stout woman sleeping beside Vanitha stirred clumsily, bumping into her. Vanitha woke with a start, her eyes fluttering open in a half-daze.
Still groggy, Vanitha sensed something shifting in her body. Then she realized Angith’s hand was stroking her navel, and shock jolted her awake. She instinctively wanted to slap his hand away, but in that split second, she felt her body reveling in the pleasure of his touch. Her mind screamed that letting him continue was a betrayal of her marriage, yet her body refused to heed the warning. In the battle between mind and flesh, her body won. Pretending to still be asleep, she silently permitted Angith’s caresses without him knowing.
His middle finger, which had been stroking the lower part of her navel, slid upward, dipping back inside and circling its inner walls. His cock now stood fully erect, straining against the fabric of his pants. After a while, he withdrew his finger from her navel and placed his entire palm flat against her midriff, rubbing it slowly. Vanitha marveled inwardly at his boldness and the tenderness of his touch.
His hand began to creep upward from her belly. Her mind blared a warning—“If you don’t stop this now, it’s a betrayal of Vinith”—but his fingers had already reached the upper curve of her left breast over her blouse. When his hand brushed her breast, Vanitha felt her nipples harden, pressing against her bra.
Angith’s hand started circling her breast slowly. After a few moments, he slid it to the underside, using his index finger to stroke her nipple up and down through the fabric. The sensation sent shivers through her, and she felt wetness seep into her pussy. His index finger, now teasing her nipple outside the blouse, joined his thumb to grip it fully, twisting it gently as if to knead it. The motion overwhelmed her senses, leaving her reeling. She ached to press his hand harder against her breast, but her mind flashed to her marriage, forcing her to steady herself.
After playing with her nipple for a while, his hand drifted back down to rub her belly. Suddenly, the stout woman jolted awake, brushing heavily against Vanitha as she rose to head to the bathroom. Startled, Angith yanked his hand from beneath Vanitha’s saree and rested it in his lap. Realizing she could no longer feign sleep, Vanitha slowly lifted her head from his shoulder, acting as if she’d just woken up. They exchanged smiles, but this time, both carried a hint of awkwardness.
Soon, the stout woman returned from the bathroom and settled back into her seat. Vanitha rose gently, giving Angith—whose hands had been roaming her belly—a chance to feast his eyes on her as she walked to the bathroom. Once inside, she locked the door, lifted her saree to her waist, and slid her panties down to her knees before sitting on the Western toilet. As she sat, she ran her left hand over her pussy, feeling the slickness from Angith’s touch. The realization that she’d not only allowed another man’s caress but had enjoyed it filled her with self-loathing. She resolved firmly that this must never happen again—and if it did, she’d stop it immediately. After relieving herself, she stood, adjusted her clothes, washed her face, wiped it dry, and returned to her seat.
Angith, who had been facing the window, turned to her as she sat. "Good nap, huh?" he asked. "Mm," she murmured, unwilling to engage further. She grabbed a magazine from the seat pocket and started reading. Angith, acting as if nothing had happened, picked up his own magazine and began to read, though a faint tremor of fear lingered in his mind.
Five minutes later, an announcement declared the plane would land soon. They set their magazines down and sat up straighter, preparing to disembark. Exactly five minutes later, the plane touched down at Delhi airport. They exited, collected their luggage, and made their way to the terminal entrance. A driver sent for them stood there, holding a sign with their names. They approached him with a polite smile, handed over their bags, and followed him to the car, where they climbed in and settled down.
 

[thirddemodreamer]

As the car started moving, Vanitha asked the driver, "Where are we going?" He replied in Hindi, "Ji! Samajh nahi!" (I don’t understand). Switching to Hindi, Vanitha asked, "Hum kidhar jaa rahe hain?" The driver answered, "Hotel, ma!" They chatted briefly in Hindi about Delhi. After a while, noticing Angith staring at her in surprise, she said, "What?" "Nothing. You know Hindi too?" he asked. "Mm. Second language in college." "Oh, wow," he replied, and they continued talking until Angith’s phone rang. He picked it up, saying, "Hello…" "Mm, just now. Everything’s good. I’m in the car heading to the hotel." As he started asking about his son, Vanitha realized he was talking to his wife. Feeling it was impolite to listen, she turned her gaze to the window.

After a short conversation, Angith ended the call and looked out the window, his expression shifting. The realization hit him hard—here he was, with a loving wife and child at home, yet he’d behaved this way with another woman, a married one at that. The guilt gnawed at him, and he silently vowed it wouldn’t happen again. He straightened up and let out a heavy sigh to release the tension.
An hour later, the car pulled up to the hotel booked for them. Angith and Vanitha stepped out, and two hotel staff approached, unloading their luggage from the car and heading inside. Following them, they were greeted by a charming receptionist who smiled and asked, "Mrs. Vanitha and Mr. Angith?" "Yes," Vanitha replied. "Room number 501, a VIP suite, has been booked for both of you, madam," she said. "For both?!" "Yes, madam, all VIP suites are double accommodations." "Oh," Vanitha said, turning to Angith with a look that asked, "What now?" Angith quickly asked the receptionist, "No ordinary suites available?" "Sorry, sir! All rooms are booked," she replied with a smile. Angith glanced at Vanitha, his expression suggesting, "We’ll have to adjust." Vanitha nodded, signaling, "Okay."
They followed the room service staff carrying their luggage to the elevator, heading to their room. Inside the elevator with the four of them, it ascended to the 21st floor where their room was located. When the doors opened, they stepped out and walked toward their suite. Looking at the spacious lobby, Angith remarked, "Only six rooms in such a huge lobby?" "VIP lobby, sir, that’s why," one of the staff replied, opening their room’s door.
Vanitha entered first, followed by the other three. The hall featured chocolate-brown granite flooring, a sandalwood-colored sofa set in the center, a 32-inch flat-screen TV opposite it, light brown walls adorned with scattered paintings, and tables flanking the door. Angith let out a "Wow" at the impressive space. Vanitha smiled at him as if to say, "Yes."
Noticing two doors at opposite ends of the hall, Vanitha realized they were bedrooms and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. When the staff asked, "Where should we put the luggage?" she directed them to place hers in the right room and Angith’s in the left. Smiling, she checked with Angith, "That’s fine, right?" He grinned back, and she followed one of the staff to her room while Angith trailed the other to his.
Entering her room, Vanitha saw marble flooring, light yellow walls matching the decor, a king-sized bed in the center, a large mirrored dressing shelf to its right, a curtained glass window opposite, a small table facing the bed, and an attached bathroom at the rear right corner. Comfortable and well-appointed, she thought to herself, "Fine." The staff placed her luggage there, said, "Thank you, ma’am," and left.
Angith directed the other staff to set his luggage in his room, followed him in, tipped both workers, and sent them off. Locking the main hall door, he walked toward Vanitha’s room and called, "Vanitha!!!" From inside, she replied, "Yeah! Come in," and he stepped inside.
Vanitha was sitting on the bed, talking on her phone about company matters. She smiled at Angith and continued her conversation. Holding the phone in her right hand, her saree had slipped, exposing two folds of her waist and a hint of one breast to Angith’s view. The sight erased the vow he’d made in the car. His eyes began to roam over her midriff and chest.
When Vanitha finished her call and lowered her hand, Angith shifted his gaze to her face. Her eyes were fixed on her phone, checking a message. He walked slowly toward her, leaning against the table opposite her, and started admiring her face. As she looked up from her phone and met his gaze, he snapped out of it, locking eyes with her and beginning to speak.
"So?"
"I just called the company. The meeting this evening is at another location."
"So, what’s the plan at our hotel?"
"A car will pick us up at 5 PM. It’s about half an hour from here."
"The meeting?"
"6:30 to 8:30. They’ll give us all the details there."
"Okay, we don’t have much time. Let’s rest a bit and get ready to leave soon."
"Okay," he said, heading toward his room. But his mind churned, confused by why he felt so drawn to Vanitha.

[thirddemodreamer]

By 4:45 PM, Angith was ready in the hall, wearing a blue shirt and black pants, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. At 4:50, Vanitha emerged from her room, adjusting her left earring. In a slightly transparent dark violet saree with subtle makeup, she glowed. Angith looked at her and said, "Wow! You look great!!" Smiling, she replied, "Thank you. Shall we go?" She walked toward the door, and Angith turned off the TV, joining her. They took the elevator down to the reception.

At the reception, the receptionist called out, "Mrs. Vanitha." "Yes," she replied, approaching her. The woman handed her the phone receiver, saying, "Phone." Vanitha took it and started talking. It was her boss, Mr. Ambarish, on the line.
"Hello, Vanitha!! Very good evening, sir!" she said.
"Why’s your mobile switched off?" he asked. Checking her phone in her handbag, she said, "Sorry, sir! It must’ve turned off accidentally when I put it in my bag," and switched it back on.
"It’s okay. Was the trip comfortable?"
"Yes, everything’s fine, sir!"
"Nice. By the way, this evening you’ll meet our company’s owner—our MD, Mr. George."
"Sir?"
"Don’t worry! He’s a very nice person. You’ll see when you meet him," he said, beginning to tell her more about him.
Watching from a short distance, Angith leaned against the reception desk, his eyes tracing Vanitha as she held the receiver in her right hand and spoke. His gaze started at her forehead, slid down to her eyes, cheeks, and neck, lingered on her saree-covered chest, and settled on her waist. With her saree tied low, her navel peeked out, half-hidden by the fabric, teasing his senses. The urge to touch it again surged within him, his lust for her intensifying.
When Vanitha finished the call and turned toward him, Angith straightened up, meeting her eyes. "Ready to go?" he asked. "Yes," she said, walking with him to the hotel entrance. A car sent for them waited outside. They climbed in and set off toward the meeting’s venue. On the way, they chatted about general topics, though Angith secretly savored her beauty without her noticing.
After a half-hour drive, they arrived at the hotel hosting the meeting. Unlike their accommodation, this place resembled a resort, lush with greenery from the gate to the reception. Inside, they asked a male receptionist about the meeting, and he directed them to the venue at the back of the hotel. Vanitha and Angith made their way there.
 
 
 
Past a swimming pool, a crowd of employees from various branches of their company had gathered. As Vanitha and Angith arrived, a man in a coat approached them. "May I know your name, sir?" he asked. After they gave their names, he led them to their assigned table and seated them. Once settled, a server came over and asked politely, "What would you like to have?" When they requested tea, he smiled, said, "Two minutes," and walked off.
Shortly after, the tea arrived, and they sipped it while chatting. Then Vanitha’s phone buzzed. "Hello… You just thought to call me now? Oh, really? Sorry! It must’ve turned off accidentally when I put it in my handbag, that’s why… I miss you too…" As she spoke, Angith realized it was her husband on the line and shifted his gaze to scan their surroundings, avoiding eavesdropping.
Around them, people were drinking tea, coffee, or cocktails. Suddenly, Vanitha called out, "Hello! Hello! Hello!" prompting Angith to turn back to her. Seeing his questioning look, she said glumly, "His phone must’ve died. It cut off." Angith could sense how much being away from her family weighed on her.
After finishing their tea and talking for a bit, a man in a coat stepped forward and addressed the group. "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen! I welcome you all to this pleasant evening," he began in English. He spoke briefly about the company and its progress before announcing, "Now, our MD, Mr. George, will speak with you." The crowd clapped as Mr. George stepped up.
Standing six feet tall in a coat suit, with a sturdy build, gray streaks in his hair, and a dignified face, George began speaking in English. "Hello everyone, I’m George, your MD," he said with a smile, continuing, "You’ve all been told this is a training. But not everyone here is getting trained…" He paused for effect.
Continuing in English, he said, "Out of the twenty-five people here, we’ve selected five heads. Each will lead a team of four for teamwork and training. Those five heads are: Mr. Yogesh, Mr. Varma, Mrs. Jaspreet, Mr. Agarwal, and Mrs. Vanitha. I’d like these five to come forward."
Angith turned to Vanitha, offering his hand. "Wow, that’s great! Congrats!" he said. "Thanks," she replied, rising from her seat to join the other four in front of the group. The initial speaker introduced each one, and Mr. George shook their hands, handing them a shield. When he reached Vanitha, the last in line, the introducer said in English, "This is Mrs. Vanitha, marketing head of our Coimbatore branch."
Mr. George gave her an enthusiastic smile and switched to Tamil. "Hello, Vanitha, I’m so pleased to meet you. Your branch MD, Mr. Ambarish, has told me a lot about you. Good! We need people like you in the company," he said, looking into her eyes.
Surprised, Vanitha responded, "Thank you, sir! You know Tamil too?"
Mr. George chuckled and replied, "Actually, I’m an Anglo-Indian. Born in Ooty, studied in Coimbatore—that’s why I have a soft spot for your branch. Plus, I speak eight languages." As he spoke, his gaze drifted from her eyes to her lips, down her neck and chest, settling on her navel, faintly visible through her violet saree. He lingered there, savoring it, before returning to her eyes.
Vanitha noticed his stare but stood transfixed, as if before a king. After chatting with her briefly, he said, "Alright, Vanitha, we’ll meet again soon. All the details for your work will be sent to your hotel. Okay! Bye. All the best." Turning to the crowd, he added, "Okay, people, please have your dinner. All your schedules will come to your rooms. Bye! Have a nice time." With applause ringing out, he left.
Vanitha, however, stood frozen, awestruck by his commanding presence, the charm in his gaze, the gravitas in his demeanor, and the confidence in his handshake. Angith’s call snapped her back to reality. They ate dinner and headed to the parking lot to catch their car. There, the man who’d spoken earlier stood by their vehicle. As they approached, he said, "Sorry, madam! This car needs to drop someone at the airport. Could you adjust and take that Innova instead?"
They agreed, and he led them to a nearby Innova. Inside, three men were already seated—one in the front, two in the middle row. Seeing their hesitation, the man smiled faintly and said, "They’re staying at your hotel too. Please adjust." "Okay," they replied, climbing into the back seat with the shield between them. The car pulled away.
 
 
 
 
Shortly after the car started moving, it got caught in traffic and crawled along slowly. Inside, the man in the front seat was engrossed in a deep conversation with the driver, while the two in the middle row, having had drinks, slept soundly. In the back, Vanitha and Angith sat facing their respective windows. When Angith casually glanced at Vanitha, he saw tears streaming down her face. He lifted the shield between them, placed it by his window, and slid closer. "What’s wrong, Vanitha?" he asked softly. "Nothing… I haven’t spoken to Vinith or the kids since morning, and it just… I don’t know, I feel off. Sorry," she said, wiping her eyes.

[thirddemodreamer]

Angith moved closer, taking her right hand in his left and patting it gently as he spoke. "Come on, Vanitha, crying like a kid over this? Look at what a huge achievement you’ve just pulled off, and you’re sitting here homesick!" His unexpected touch startled her briefly, but needing comfort, she let it slide. "It’s not that. Whenever there’s news, Vinith’s the first I tell. But his phone’s been off for so long, and that’s why…" "Cool down! Once we’re at the hotel, he’ll call you himself, you’ll see," Angith reassured her, still patting her hand. She felt a bit better.

For some reason, Vanitha felt an urge to lean on Angith’s shoulder for support. Without thinking, she rested her head there. Wanting to comfort her, Angith slid his right hand up from her hand, gripping her arm just above where her blouse met her skin. They rode like that for a while, her soft arm stirring a quiet thrill in him. Then he noticed the back of his right hand brushing against her right breast. Lust sparked within him again.
Summoning courage, he spread his fingers, pressing them over her right breast through her blouse and saree, deliberately enough for her to feel it. Vanitha jolted, staring at him in the car’s dimness. He feigned ignorance, but she thought, Did he misread my leaning on him for comfort? As she hesitated, Angith increased the pressure on her breast. Losing control, she sank back onto his shoulder.
Thrilled by her tacit permission, Angith gripped her breast fully, squeezing it with his hand. After kneading it for a moment, he slid his fingers to her nipple, stroking it gently. Suddenly, the driver hit the brakes, and Vanitha snapped upright, pulling away. Angith withdrew his hand to his lap, and they scooted apart. The driver cursed in Hindi at someone crossing the road, then resumed driving, chatting again with the front passenger. The middle-row sleepers didn’t even stir.
The car inched along. Angith slid closer to Vanitha again. Sensing what might come next, she resolved to stop him this time, but before she could act, he slipped his right hand past her lap and under her saree. She grabbed his wrist, turning to him with a look that said, No. He countered with a pleading Please, and, overriding her grip, pressed his palm against her belly.
Unable to resist further, Vanitha let her hand fall back to her lap. Angith moved his hand across her stomach, rubbing it fully. After a while, he positioned it on her midriff, his middle finger touching her navel, then slid it deep inside. When he pressed too hard, she sucked in her stomach to ease the pressure. Realizing his force, he softened his touch, stroking her navel up and down, dipping in again to circle it slowly.
He could feel her body trembling slightly, spurring him on. His hand crept upward, this time cupping her left breast and squeezing it firmly. His fingers then traced her left nipple over her bra and blouse, stroking it. Vanitha felt wetness pooling in her pussy. Her mind ached at letting another man touch her, but the pleasure her body craved drowned it out.
As he teased her nipple, she sensed his hand trembling. It moved to her right breast again, kneading it before sliding back to her belly. He slipped his index finger into her navel, using his thumb to grip it from above, stroking briefly before lowering his hand. His fingers hit the edge of her saree’s pleat and stopped. Vanitha wondered what he’d do if she let him go further, while Angith struggled to push past the fabric.
After failing to breach her saree’s pleat, he pondered his next move. Vanitha assumed he’d stop there, but then he pressed his index finger hard into her navel. As she sucked in her stomach, the pleat loosened, and three of his fingers darted inside. Realizing she couldn’t stop him now, she kept her gaze fixed out the window, surrendering to his touch. His fingers reached her pussy over her panties, and her body quaked. She worried what he’d think if he felt how wet she was, but he began rubbing her gently.
Feeling the dampness through her panties, Angith grew excited knowing his touch had aroused her so much. He dragged his middle finger along her slit, but the saree’s pleat blocked him from going further than halfway. Accepting he couldn’t push deeper, he kept stroking her partially. As the car entered their hotel gate, he pulled his hand away with a pang of disappointment and slid apart from her.
Vanitha adjusted herself, glancing at him casually. She noticed his erection bulging against his pants but turned her eyes back to the window, ignoring it. When the car stopped at the hotel entrance, everyone got out and headed to their rooms. The other three men’s rooms were on the ground floor, so only Vanitha and Angith took the elevator up in silence to their suite.
 
 
 
As Angith opened the door, Vanitha darted inside, avoiding his gaze, and hurried to her room, shutting the door behind her. Angith locked the hall door and went to his own room. Inside hers, Vanitha tossed her handbag onto the table opposite the bed and sat on the edge, pressing her hands to either side of her forehead.
Her mind churned: Why did I act like this? Isn’t this a betrayal of my husband? Even if my body enjoyed it, shouldn’t my mind have stopped it? I’m a mother of two, yet I let myself get swept away like some teenage girl—doesn’t that tarnish the sanctity of my motherhood? As guilt and confusion swirled, her phone rang.

[thirddemodreamer]

She picked it up. "Hello…" A woman’s voice answered, "Hello, very good evening, ma’am. Sorry to bother you at this time. We’re calling from the company. Since tomorrow’s a holiday, we’re sending everyone their schedule papers tonight. Please wait and collect it."
"When will it arrive?" Vanitha asked, irritation creeping into her tone.
"Our company person is already at your hotel, distributing the papers. It’ll reach you in about twenty minutes. So, please…"
"Fine, I’ll wait," she replied.
"Thank you, ma’am," the call ended.

Annoyed, Vanitha stood, stuffed her phone into her handbag, went to the bathroom to wash her face, then headed to the hall. She sat on the left side of the sofa, waiting for her papers. Her mind drifted back to the car, and to shake it off, she turned on the TV. An English news channel flickered to life.
Just then, Angith emerged from his room. Vanitha felt a jolt of shock and fear but masked it with a faint smile. He smiled back and walked toward her, asking, "Did you get a call too?" She nodded, "Mm," and turned her eyes back to the TV. Angith sat in the middle of the sofa.
They watched in silence for a while until Angith glanced at her. As she reached to raise the TV volume with her right hand, her saree shifted, exposing her midriff and breasts. The sight reignited his desire, pulling his gaze to her. He slid closer.
Vanitha wanted to say, Please, no, this is wrong, we shouldn’t do this. But the words stuck inside her, and she stayed silent, staring at the TV. Now beside her, Angith boldly slipped his hand under her saree, resting it on her belly. When she didn’t react, he began circling her stomach with his palm. Then he moved to her midriff, sliding his ring finger into her navel and pressing it in slow, firm circles.
He turned his gaze to her. Though she knew he was looking, she kept her eyes fixed on the TV. Angith shifted his body toward her, settling comfortably, and started squeezing her left breast with his right hand. If the schedule guy comes soon, I can grab the paper and escape to my room. Or if Vinith calls, I could use that as an excuse to leave, she thought. But Angith pressed closer, slipping his left hand behind her, through her armpit, to grip her left breast while his right hand moved to her right, kneading both.
Their emotions surged, and Vanitha lost herself in his touch. Angith leaned in, his breath grazing her neck for a few seconds before he hesitated, then began kissing it softly with his lips. Her body trembled more intensely now. Unable to restrain herself, she sank into the lust with him. Though her face stayed turned toward the TV, her eyes began to close in pleasure.
When Angith squeezed her breasts harder, Vanitha let out an "Ahh…" Her moans grew as his fingers found her nipples, stiff beneath her blouse, and stroked them. Their breathing quickened, loud enough to pierce the TV’s noise. As their arousal peaked, Angith sped up, and Vanitha’s body shivered.
Suddenly, the room’s bell rang. They jolted apart, adjusting themselves. Vanitha stood, calling, "Yes, coming!" and walked to the door.

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Angith’s caresses had claimed her body. After rubbing her navel, he slid his hand to her left waist, tracing its two folds up and down. Tugging at the lower fold, he drew a soft "Mm…" from her. Energized, he moved his hand up, placing it on her left breast and circling it firmly over her blouse. He could feel her nipple harden, a sign her body had fully surrendered to him. Elated, he began kneading her breast. Though their eyes stayed on the TV, their minds were consumed by his actions.
Angith adjusted his shirt to hide the bulge straining against his pants and followed her. When Vanitha opened the door, a young man, about 22, stood there. "Very good evening, madam. Sorry for the delay. Here are your schedule papers," he said, handing over two envelopes. They each took one with a smile, though both grins carried a hint of awkwardness. "Madam, sign please," he said, offering a sheet. They placed it on the table by the door, signed next to their names, and Angith handed it back. Taking the signed paper, the young man said, "Thank you, madam. Have a great day," and left.
Once he was gone, they opened their envelopes and read. In a low voice, Vanitha said, "Angith, I think you’re not in my team!!!" He replied, "Yeah," and kept reading. She continued, "Tomorrow’s a holiday. The day after, at the Grand Electronic Exhibition in two locations, three teams—including mine—will be at one spot, and two teams, with you in Jaspreet’s, will be at another. Team heads will explain marketing techniques and customer satisfaction tricks to their members…" Glancing at Angith, she saw his eyes on her face, brimming with desire. It silenced her. She looked down at her paper and fell quiet.
 
 
After a brief silence, Angith set his paper on the table to the right of the door, closed it, and locked it. Slowly, he approached Vanitha, who stood near the left side of the door. Fear gripped her again. As he neared, he slid his right hand under the gap in her saree, resting it on her belly. He began rubbing her stomach, including her navel, with a possessive ease that lacked any hesitation this time. Her mind urged her to flee to her room immediately, but as his hand pressed firmly up and down her midriff before sliding up to grip her left breast, her body melted into his touch, silencing her protests. He squeezed harder, and her nipples stiffened, straining against her blouse. Angith pressed closer, and Vanitha looked up at his face. Her eyes held confusion and fear, but no resistance.
Their gazes locked. As he intensified the pressure on her left breast, she closed her eyes and stepped back, leaning against the door. Angith followed, bringing his face close to hers. To make room, she lowered her hands, still clutching her paper in her left. He took it with his left hand and placed it on the table to the right. Closing the gap further, he narrowed the space between their faces and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss. Pinned against the door, she didn’t resist, though her mind quietly warned her. His lips, kissing hers, parted briefly to suck on her lower lip. He slid his left hand around her right side, grabbing her left waist and pulling her tightly against him. Alternating between her upper and lower lips, he sucked them eagerly. His right hand, kneading her left breast, drifted down to rub her lower belly and navel.
Vanitha lost all control. As his hand slid below her navel, probing beneath her saree’s pleat, the fabric clung tightly to her stomach, thwarting him. Instinctively, she sucked in her belly, and his hand slipped inside, reaching her pussy over her panties. He could feel her trembling as he kissed her lips. Lowering his hand further, he gripped her pussy fully, rubbing it in firm circles. Her breathing quickened—he could sense it. As his caresses intensified, her emotions surged, and she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer. She began sucking his lips in return.
While his right hand worked her pussy, his left, gripping her waist, slid up to knead her right breast. Pressing her against the door, he rubbed her pussy faster, feeling the wetness soak through her panties. Thrilled, he increased the speed of his lips and hands. Her body shuddered, and with an "Ah! Ah!..." she reached her climax. Her release showed in her slackening frame; the flood from her pussy drenched her panties further. As she stumbled from the exhaustion, he pulled his hand from her pleat, placed it on her waist, and steadied her. Their lips parted, and their eyes met again, brimming with lust. Panting, they silently agreed to continue.
He leaned in again, but a sudden shyness and hesitation made her turn her face away. His lips kissed her cheek, sliding down to her neck, where he began to nibble. Lost in his kisses, she closed her eyes and leaned against the door. His lips trailed downward, past her breasts beneath the saree, to her waist. Holding her saree aside with his left hand, he pressed his lips to her navel, circling it with his tongue. The sensation stirred her, and she grabbed his head, pressing it to her belly. Encouraged, he lapped at her navel more eagerly. His hands, gripping her waist, slid up to knead her breasts again.
As his hands moved, her already loosened saree slipped further, falling from her shoulder onto her arm. With her pallu down, his hands squeezed her breasts over her blouse while his lips and tongue teased her navel. Rising again, her saree slipped from her hands to the floor. Their eyes locked once more. He grabbed the edge of her saree tucked into her petticoat below her navel, pulling it free with both hands and unwrapping it from her waist until it fell completely. He admired her body—now in just a blouse and petticoat, trembling with shy arousal—before leaning in again. Her lips captured his in a hungry kiss.
As their lips locked in passion, he slipped his right hand below her navel, under her petticoat, and into her panties, touching her fully shaved pussy directly. Her body quivered and writhed at the contact. He slid his left hand behind her, gripping her left waist and pulling her tight, while his right hand continued rubbing her pussy. After a moment, he eased his middle finger inside her. Her arousal spiked, and she sucked his lips harder. His finger moved in and out, and she rocked her hips to match him. He quickened his pace, and her lips parted from his as she clutched him tightly.
Deciding not to delay further, Angith withdrew his hands from her pussy and waist, placed them on her shoulders, and gently pushed her back. He looked into her eyes, then lifted her—clad only in blouse and petticoat—carrying her toward her room. Inside, he set her down on the right side of the bed and, gazing at her, began unbuttoning his shirt. Hesitation and fear crept into her. Confusion clouded her gaze as she watched him. Her mind screamed, No more, and she turned abruptly, rushing toward the door. Angith, having shed his shirt and undershirt and unbuckled his belt, snapped to attention. Lunging forward, he grabbed her right arm from behind with his right hand, pulling her back and wrapping her in a tight embrace.
 
 
Vanitha murmured in a low voice, "Angith, please, no!! This is so wrong. We’re both married!!! Please, let’s stop…" But Angith tightened his left hand around her belly, pulling her against him, and turned her face with his right hand, silencing her pleas with a fierce kiss. As their lips locked above, his left hand slid to her navel below, his middle finger dipping inside to stroke it. He lowered his right hand from her face, resting it on her upper belly, caressing her. His lips parted from hers, trailing kisses down to her neck. The sensation stoked her arousal, and she closed her eyes, resting her head on his left shoulder.
With Vanitha leaning against him, their reflection danced in the mirror opposite the bed—his hands roaming her belly. He slid his left hand upward, squeezing her left breast over her blouse, while his right hand followed, reaching her right breast. As both hands kneaded her breasts, she moaned, "Mm… mm… mm…" He pressed harder, and she raised her arms, clutching his head as he kissed her neck. Moments later, his lips climbed back up, nearing hers. She turned her face to meet him, capturing his lips with hers.
While kneading her breasts, Angith pinched her nipples between his index and thumb over her blouse, twisting them gently. Her moans grew louder. He could feel both nipples stiffen, just as she felt his erection pressing against her from behind through his pants. It fueled their frenzy. He released her nipples, sliding his fingers to the bottom of her blouse. Using four fingers inside and his thumb outside, he unhooked the bottom clasp. Trying the next, her raised arms made it tricky, and his fingers fumbled.
He pulled his left hand from her blouse, lifted it to grab her left arm—still pressing his head—and guided it down to his bulging erection. Feeling another man’s cock for the first time, she sensed it throb under her touch. He urged her hand to rub it up and down, and the sensation sparked her own excitement. She began stroking him willingly. Her touch thrilled him further, and he freed his hand, moving it to her loosened blouse to undo the remaining hooks. He unfastened the second and third from the bottom, revealing her black bra. The top three followed, exposing her breasts cradled by the bra. Slipping his hand back inside, he kneaded them over the thin lace, feeling their softness fully.
The sensation drove him wild, and she felt his cock harden more. She matched his intensity, rubbing him harder. They lingered like this briefly until he pulled his hands from her breasts, placed them on her blouse’s shoulders, and looked into her eyes. Sensing his next move, she turned her face with shy hesitation, glancing at the mirror to her right. He tugged her blouse downward, and she watched it slide off in the reflection. When it hit the floor, leaving her in just her bra and petticoat, he scanned her body from head to toe, then met her gaze again.
Through the mirror, she saw him approach, staring at her. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra with both hands. Pulling it forward, the straps slipped from her shoulders, down her arms, and onto the floor. Bare from the waist up, she stood with her face turned right. His eyes traced her—forehead, brows, eyes, nose, lips, pulse, neck, chest—settling on her breasts. Perfectly round, firm, and rosy, they bore tawny areolas with erect nipples that widened his gaze. He caressed them with his stare, then moved past to her slightly protruding belly, admiring her navel and the faint stretch marks around it, before lifting his eyes back to her face.
Seeing him devour her naked torso in the mirror, shame washed over her, and she crossed her arms to cover her breasts. Frustrated by the obstruction, he raised his gaze to her face. Her eyes, tinged with fear and hesitation, stayed on the mirror as he unhooked his pants, unzipped them, and let them drop. Standing in his briefs, he grazed his right fingers along the edge of her petticoat below her navel, sliding them to her left side where the drawstring knot rested. She swallowed hard as his fingers tugged it loose. The petticoat fell past her thighs, knees, and ankles to the floor.
Clad only in maroon panties, arms shielding her breasts, she shivered as the room’s AC brushed her skin. Turning her face, she looked at him. His eyes roamed her smooth, shapely thighs before meeting hers. Stepping closer, he lowered her arms and kissed her lips. His kisses trailed down her pulse, neck, and chest, nearing her breast. He paused, savoring her right nipple up close for a few seconds before kissing it softly. As his lips brushed its tip, her body quivered and arched slightly—he felt it. His tongue flicked her nipple up and down, then he took it fully into his mouth. His right hand rose to grip her left breast.
His lips sucked her breast as deeply as they could, while his right hand twisted her left nipple. Overwhelmed, she pressed his head to her chest, moaning, "Mm… mm… mm…" After a while, he switched, sucking her left breast with his right hand supporting it, while his left kneaded her right. He devoured her breasts with fervor, alternating between them. The sounds of his sucking and her moans filled the quiet room. After feasting on both, he lifted his face, locking eyes with her as he stepped forward. She moved back with him, and they collapsed onto the bed.

[thirddemodreamer]

As they fell onto the bed, Angith slid Vanitha up from the edge, bringing his face to her navel. He kissed it, slipping his tongue inside to tease her. Then, kissing upward, he latched onto her breasts again, sucking them eagerly. After a while, his lips left her breasts, climbing to capture hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Below, his erect cock strained against his briefs, pressing into her soaked panties. While their lips melded above, he ground his hips against her below, his cock rubbing her pussy through the fabric. Her body heated up, and she devoured his lips with fervor.

Angith pulled back slightly, bracing his left hand on the mattress beside her. With his right, he tugged off his briefs, freeing his throbbing cock, then climbed back over her, resuming their kiss. His cock now pressed directly against her navel. Moments later, he broke the kiss again, rising slightly. Propping his left hand on the mattress to her right, he stared into her eyes while his right hand gripped her panties, sliding them down her thighs, knees, ankles, and feet to the floor. Fully naked beneath him, the room’s AC grazed her exposed pussy, heightening her awareness. In a final plea, she looked at him and whispered, "Angith, please, no… Let’s stop… This is so wrong, we shouldn’t do this…" But Angith murmured, "Please, Vanitha…" his voice laced with longing and tenderness.

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His "Please, Vanitha…" carried a mix of eagerness and desperation. The lust in his eyes, the unquenchable thirst to claim her fully, deepened her confusion. Though her body yielded to him, her mind still resisted, whispering This is wrong over and over. Yet his next move began to erode her defenses.
He lowered himself onto her again, pressing his body tightly against hers. His chest crushed her breasts, and his cock brushed her pussy directly, sending another shiver through her. His lips seized hers in a deep, urgent kiss, this time with a frantic edge. His right hand caressed her left thigh, sliding up to her hip, pulling her closer. His left hand pressed into her back, lifting her slightly, molding her to him.
A storm raged in Vanitha’s mind. The urge to stop clashed with the melting surrender of her body, enslaved by his touch, pulling her in two directions. Her hands hesitated on his shoulders; for a moment, she considered pushing him away, but the heat of his lips and the strength of his grip drew her back to him. "Angith… please…" she moaned again, but the weakness in her voice betrayed her.
Ignoring her plea, he shifted his lips to her neck, kissing it softly. Then, sliding down, he grazed her breasts with his lips, teasing her nipples with his tongue. Her body responded to each touch, her breath quickening, soft "Mm… mm…" escaping her lips. His hands moved below her hips, parting her thighs, positioning himself between them. As his cock grazed her pussy, her body jolted. Closing her eyes tightly, she gave herself over to him.
He moved his hips slowly, savoring her fully. With each thrust, her body synced with his. Though her mind still protested, her body had surrendered completely. He brought his face close to hers again, kissing her lips as he whispered, "Vanitha… I need you…" The desire in his voice and the warmth of his embrace shattered her last resistance.
She slid her hands onto his back, pulling him tight against her. Her lips sought his, diving into a deep kiss. Their bodies intertwined, time seeming to halt in that room. He continued his slow, deep thrusts, her every moan fueling him. Her body edged toward another climax, her breath racing as she whispered his name, "Angith…"
In that moment, they felt each other completely. The world beyond faded, leaving only them in that space. He held her close, intensifying his movements, and she matched him, offering herself fully. Their rhythm flowed like a river—smooth and profound. Each thrust stoked her senses, carrying her to new heights. His breath warmed her neck, and beads of sweat began to dot her skin. Her hands gripped his back, his heat a comforting shield.
 
 
Angith pulled his lips from hers, locking eyes with her. His gaze burned with insatiable hunger, yet it carried a tenderness that respected her completely. "Vanitha…" he whispered her name again, the longing in his voice melting her further. She responded with a soft moan, "Angith…" Their names echoed faintly in the room, drawing them closer.
He slid his left hand under her head, lifting it to press against his chest. His right hand gently cupped her left breast, stroking it while his fingers teased her nipple with soft twists. Her body shivered under his touch, her moans filling his ears. His movements slowed, deepening, and her body synced with his perfectly. Her legs wrapped around him, binding him to her.
Their union built toward a peak. His breath quickened, his hips thrusting harder. She matched him, her nails lightly scbanging his back. The mix of pain and pleasure spurred him on, pressing his body even tighter against hers. His lips sought her neck again, kissing it deeply. As her body hit another climax, she gasped, "Ah… Angith…" spilling her emotions. Her frame slackened, collapsing against him.
He held her close, slowing his thrusts. His own release surged, his breath racing as he moaned her name, "Vanitha…" They clung to each other, fused in that moment. Their body heat enveloped them, binding them in a new intimacy. He eased off her, lying beside her. Though his breath still raced, a deep exhaustion settled into his frame.
Vanitha lay next to him. Moments ago, their bodies had sought each other fiercely, but now a heavy feeling crept into their minds. She turned slowly, facing away, her back to him. Guilt and lingering desire battled within her, plunging her into confusion. Her eyes stayed open, staring blankly. Her weary body drifted toward sleep unbidden.
Angith sensed her shift and glanced at her for a moment. A struggle churned in him too—wanting to touch her again, yet held back by the hesitation in her silence. He turned as well, facing away, his back to hers. The heat in his body hadn’t fully faded, but a mental fatigue took hold. His hands gripped the pillow tightly as his breathing gradually steadied.
They lay on the same bed, not touching, backs pressed together. The room’s silence was broken only by their soft breaths. Exhaustion claimed their bodies, pulling them into sleep unknowingly. That night ushered them into a new reality, but the questions stirring in their minds remained unanswered. Their scattered clothes on the bed lay quietly, remnants of their unleashed passion.
 

[Projectmp]

Damnnnnn eroticaaa... Enjoying every update

[Saikarthik]

Wow excellent updates
I liked the plot her first encounter with both happily married and having kids waiting to see her encounters with other men and MD also has eyes on her keep going
Thank you for writing in english

[Uvaaaa]

Nice update soon

[Projectmp]

Dear author - eagerly waiting for a super erotic update.

[chellaporukki]

excellent narration friend

[thirddemodreamer]

Vanitha slowly opened her eyes. Morning light seeped through the room’s window, softly illuminating the scattered clothes on the bed. Her body felt an unfamiliar exhaustion, intertwined with memories of the previous night that enveloped her. She turned her head slightly to look at Angith; he was still in a deep sleep, lying with his back to her. His breathing was slow and steady, sweat beads faintly glistening on his back. She rose gently, feeling her nakedness, and hesitated for a moment. Then, she reached for her phone on the bedside table and checked the screen. No missed calls. The absence of any contact from her husband, Vinith, or the kids felt like a weight lifted, yet a persistent confusion churned in her mind.

She eased off the bed and
walked toward the attached bathroom, making no effort to cover her bare body.
Each step on the floor echoed the questions reverberating in her head: What
have I done? Is this wrong? Or is it a freedom I deserve? The thoughts
hounded her relentlessly. Reaching the bathroom, she stood before the mirror,
staring at herself. Traces of Angith’s touch lingered on her body—faint redness
on her breasts, the press of his fingers on her hips, the dampness of his
tongue around her navel. Her face reflected a mix of confusion, shame, and
desire.
She grabbed her toothbrush,
squeezed out toothpaste, and began brushing slowly. With each stroke, her mind
wavered. Would Vinith forgive me? Would my kids see me as a betrayer?
it demanded. Yet her body recalled Angith’s touch, his embrace, pulling her
into a haze of longing. Finishing, she set the brush aside and walked to the
glass-walled shower. Opening the door, she stepped in and turned it on. Hot
water hit her head, streaming down her hair, back, hips, and thighs to the
floor. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth soothe her as she tried to quiet
her mind.
A moment later, the sound of
the glass door opening reached her ears. She opened her eyes to see Angith
standing behind her, naked. A faint smile played on his lips, though his eyes held
a flicker of hesitation. The minty scent of his breath hinted he’d brushed his
teeth. He stepped into the shower, standing close. They locked eyes briefly but
said nothing. Silently, they let the water drench their bodies. The hot stream
swirled around them, easing the tension between them.
Angith edged closer, placing
his right hand on her hip. She hesitated for a second, but her body didn’t
resist. His hand caressed her hip softly, sliding toward her navel. As his
fingers circled it, a faint shiver rippled through her. She closed her eyes,
savoring his touch. His left hand pressed into her back, pulling her to him,
and he kissed her lips gently. Her lips responded, and the kiss deepened. The
shower water soaked them, binding them in a warm embrace.
He slid downward, kissing her
breasts. His lips grazed her nipples, and she clutched his head, pressing it to
her chest. His tongue flicked her nipples up and down, her moans echoing in the
bathroom. His hands gripped her thighs, parting them slightly, and he moved his
face to her navel. His tongue dipped inside, circling slowly, making her body
writhe. Rising again, he kissed her, pressing her against the glass wall. His
cock brushed her pussy, their bodies inching toward union again. But a mutual
hesitation stalled them before they fully merged, leaving them silent. They
sank into the kiss, drenched in the shower, holding each other.
After a while, they turned
off the water, dried off with towels, and returned to the room. Vanitha slipped
into a simple churidar, while Angith donned a shirt and pants. They headed to
the hotel buffet for breakfast. The table offered a spread—dosas, idlis, bread,
jam, juice—welcoming them. They filled their plates and sat at a table. As they
ate, conversation stirred. "Did you sleep well?" Angith asked.
"Mm… you?" Vanitha replied. Their talk drifted to life, work, and
light humor. A quiet understanding and closeness began to form between them.
It was a rest day with no
training, and the company had arranged a tour vehicle. They set off toward a
theme park.

[thirddemodreamer]

The vehicle reached the theme park’s entrance as sunlight gleamed over lush green lawns and colorful ride structures. The air carried the scents of popcorn, cotton candy, and freshly roasted cashews, infusing the place with a festive energy. Vanitha and Angith stepped out, bought entry tickets, and entered the sprawling park. Around them, children’s laughter, the excited shouts of teenagers, and the faint hum of ride machinery filled the air with life. At the park’s center, a giant Ferris wheel turned slowly, its peak offering views of nearby hills and the distant city sprawl.

Shortly after entering, a
young Tamil couple—Raja and Suba—approached them. Raja wore a casual shirt and
jeans, his face lit with a friendly smile. Suba, in a green churidar, her long
hair braided, held an ice cream cone. "Hi! You two look like a super
couple!" Suba said cheerfully, while Raja nodded with a grin. Vanitha and
Angith exchanged a smile and replied softly, "Thanks!" choosing not
to correct the mistaken assumption. "Come on, we’re heading to the haunted
house—want to join?" Raja invited. The four of them formed a group and
began exploring the rides together.
Haunted House Ride:
The entrance to the haunted house resembled an old wooden mansion, a skull-shaped
sign reading "Beware" posted out front. Inside, darkness swallowed
them, a thin mist cloaking the floor to create an eerie vibe. A self-playing
piano’s slow tune echoed as a puppet ghost suddenly dropped from above, yelling
"Boo!" Vanitha flinched, clutching Angith’s chest tightly. Her
fingers gripped his shirt, her face burying into his shoulder. His left arm
wrapped around her, his voice low and soothing, "Don’t be scared, it’s all
fake." Her breath grazed his neck, sending a subtle heat through him. Suba
and Raja walked ahead, laughing, "This is too easy!" they shouted,
but Vanitha and Angith clung to each other, moving slowly. When a masked ghost
lunged from a corner, Vanitha squeezed his hand harder, whispering,
"Angith, look!" He hugged her closer, chuckling, "I’ve got
you." In that darkness, a new closeness bloomed between them.
Roller Coaster:
Next, they headed to the roller coaster. Its towering track, painted red and
yellow, stretched skyward like it could touch the clouds. The four sat in a
row—Raja in front, Suba beside him, Vanitha in the middle, and Angith next to
her. As the ride began, the train climbed slowly, hit the peak, and plunged
downward. Wind slapped their faces, Vanitha’s hair flying as she shut her eyes
and gripped Angith’s right hand tightly. His fingers laced with hers, offering
a sense of safety. "Angith, I’m scared!" she yelled. He squeezed her
hand, laughing, "I won’t let go." As the train whipped through turns,
their bodies pressed together, a mix of thrill and intimacy surging between
them. When the ride ended and they stepped off, Vanitha still held his hand,
her eyes reflecting both fear and joy.
Water Ride:
Raja and Suba led them to the water ride area, centered around a large pool
with an artificial waterfall crashing noisily in the middle. Nearby, a dancing
fountain glowed with colored lights, water swaying to music. They went to a
changing room to switch outfits. Vanitha emerged in a black one-piece swimsuit
that hugged her body, subtly revealing her hips and giving her an elegant,
poised look. She tied her hair into a small bun, crossing her arms over her
chest with a shy smile as she stepped out. Angith wore black shorts, his bare
torso exposing a solid chest and broad shoulders. Sunlight glinted off his skin,
giving him a healthy, radiant glow.
In the dancing fountain,
music played softly as the four waded in, water lapping at their waists.
Vanitha and Angith glanced at each other and smiled. His hands gently gripped
her hips, pulling her close as he swayed with her to the rhythm. Her hands
rested on his shoulders, their bodies brushing, the water’s coolness clashing
with their warmth in a tantalizing contrast. "You dance so well!"
Suba called out. Vanitha laughed, "So do you!" Then they moved to the
waterfall. Beneath it, a small secluded spot offered calm amid the gentle
cascade. Raja and Suba joined them briefly, enjoying the water, before excusing
themselves: "We’ve got an urgent errand—sorry, we’ll be back!" They
left.
Now alone under the
waterfall, Vanitha and Angith stood as water fell around them, forming a soft
curtain that shielded them from the outside. He stepped closer, taking her
hands gently. "Vanitha, this place feels so beautiful with you here,"
he said in a low voice. Her eyes met his, a faint smile blooming as she replied
softly, "You too." His face neared hers, their lips meeting in a
tender kiss. His arms wrapped around her hips, pressing her against him in the
water. The damp fabric of her swimsuit clung to his skin, his chest grazing
hers. The sound of the water enveloped them, deepening their connection. His
fingers traced her back, pulling her tighter. Their kiss grew slowly, drawing
them into a private world, though they didn’t push toward full union. Instead,
they lingered in that gentle moment, feeling each other, soaked and entwined in
the water’s embrace.