Adultery Malai

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Malai

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Malai​

Malai is a married Indian Bengali woman in her mid-twenties. she is very beautiful fair skin, large breasts, and dense long hip length hair.

Kamala Aunty​

Kamala Aunty, Indian Bengali widow in her mid-forties she is the land lady. Despite her age, she has long black hair and a well-toned body, she looks much younger than her age.

Animesh​

Animesh is Malai’s husband, he is thin and frail and works abroad.

Setting is in the Khardah town in the suburbs of Kolkata, India

 

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Chapter1​

Malai finds herself in the quaint town of Khardah, nestled in the suburbs of Kolkata. The air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and the distant clamour of the bustling city. Malai, is young and beautiful woman with a vibrant spirit, eager to explore the world that lies beyond your small town. Your husband, Animesh, is currently working abroad, leaving you to manage your life and the small house you have rented from the enigmatic and youthful-looking widow, Kamala Aunty. The house is old but charming, with ivy climbing the walls and a small garden in the back that holds secrets of its own. Malai is aware of her own youth and beauty. She has large breasts and very long and dense black shiny hair. She tends to keep a low profile and rarely decks up her make or looks so that her glamour does not attract any unwanted attention.

Malai's days are filled with the warm embrace of the sun and the gentle whispers of the wind as she goes about her chores. The town is filled with a vibrant tapestry of saris and the sweet aroma of street food. As you walk down the cobblestone streets, you cannot help but feel a sense of longing for something more than the quiet routine of your days.

Kamala Aunty a widow and Malai's land lady has been observing Malai for months. She knows that Mali is lonely. Kamala Aunty also feels that she sees the reflection of her younger self in Malai. Her own youth, now a distant memory, is replaced by the weight of her responsibilities. Yet, she is drawn to Malai's vitality and beauty.

Malai, feeling a bit lonely and yearning for companionship, decides to pay a visit to the local temple. It is a place where she can find peace and perhaps some respite from the whispers of desire that have been building within her. As she approaches the ancient structure, the sound of bells fills the air, mingling with the chants of the devotees inside.

Malai enters the temple, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit interior from the brightness outside. She moves slowly, her soft footsteps echoing in the hallowed space. The walls are adorned with intricate carvings and colourful murals depicting tales of gods and goddesses. The air is heavy with the scent of incense and the warmth of candle flames. She makes her way to a secluded corner, her heart seeking the solace that only divine presence can provide.

As Malai prays, her thoughts drift to Animesh. His letters arrive sporadically, filled with tales of his travels and the promise of a better life together. Yet, the distance has only served to amplify her desires. The gentle caress of the silk sari against her skin and the weight of her unbound hair on her back remind her of the warmth she craves. She is sure that a change might do Malai good and help her feel more connected to the world around her.

Kamala Aunty, noticing Malai's frequent visits to the temple, decides to pay her a visit one evening. She brings with her a bouquet of fresh flowers, a small token of friendship and concern. Her eyes, filled with a knowing glint, watch Malai from a respectful distance, understanding the unspoken yearning behind her visits.

Kamala Aunty decides that it is time to take some action. The time has come to help Malai to enhance her confidence and personality and make her flaunt her youth, glamour, and beauty. She invites her over so that they may go on a shopping trip and later visit a beauty parlour to book an appointment for waxing.

Malai looks up from her prayers as she hears the soft footsteps approaching. She feels a warm presence beside her and sees it is Kamala Aunty. The older woman's eyes are filled with a gentle warmth, and Malai cannot help but feel comforted by her proximity. She accepts the bouquet with a soft smile and a nod, her heart fluttering at the kindness.

Kamala Aunty's invitation to go shopping and then to the beauty parlour is a welcome distraction from the monotony of her days. Malai agrees, hoping that the outing will provide some much-needed relief from her loneliness. As they walk together through the bustling market streets, Malai feels a sense of companionship she has not felt in a long time. The vibrant colours of the saris and the tantalizing aromas of street food fill her senses, momentarily distracting her from her desires.

The beauty parlour is a small, cozy place, tucked away from the chaos of the market. As Malai enters, she is greeted by the pleasant scent of wax and the gentle chatter of women. The beautician, a middle-aged woman with a kind smile, leads them to a private room where Malai can be pampered. The beautician cannot help but stare and admire at Malai's beauty. She is also a bit concerned about Malai's conservative nature as Malai strips down only to her bra and panties. The Beautician says, "Why such a lovely girl like you hide your glamour like this by wearing such tight bras? If I were you, I would flaunt my beauty and gone braless" Malai blushes a deep red and smiles shyly, feeling a stirring within her she has not felt in a while.

During the waxing process, Malai's thoughts continue to wander, and she finds herself growing more open to the idea of embracing her beauty and sexuality. The sensation of the warm wax and the gentle pull of hair is surprisingly soothing, almost meditative. The conversation with Aunty and the beautician is light, but it touches upon the subject of love and companionship in a way that resonates deeply with her. Malai's bare skin feels the coolness of the air against her freshly waxed skin as she walks out of the beauty Parlor, the absence of her bra making her more aware of her body's movements. The soft fabric of her blouse brushes against her sensitive nipples with each step, sending a delicate shiver through her. She notices the subtle looks from the other women in the market, their gazes lingering a moment longer than usual.

As the day wears on, Malai feels a growing sense of liberation and confidence.

Kamal Aunty calls out to Malai from downstairs. As Malai enters the room she is surprised to see a bottle of expensive wine and two glasses set on the table and a pack of cigarettes Also lying beside it. This was not an ordinary invitation for a cup of tea but to share some wine.

To be continued

 

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Chapter 2​

Kamala Aunty asks Malai, “How did you like the wine and the cigarette?”
Malai slightly feeling the intoxicating effects of the expensive wine and the cigarette that was offered to her was surprisingly smooth and it added to the effect.

Malai could not help but giggle before replying.

Malai's giggle fills the room, a sound that is both innocent and alluring. Her cheeks are flushed from the wine, and her eyes sparkle with newfound freedom. She takes another sip from her glass, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her body.

Kamala Aunty's gaze lingers on Malai's bare shoulders, the soft skin glowing in the candlelight. She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, "You know, my dear, there are other ways to find pleasure, to feel alive."

The air thickens with tension as Malai looks into her landlady's eyes, searching for the meaning behind her words. She feels a strange pull, a yearning that she is never experienced before. Her heart races, and she is torn between the comfort of her marriage vows and the seductive allure of the moment.

Before Malai could realise Kamla Aunty cup her cheeks and plants a kiss on her lips.

Malai's eyes widen in surprise as she feels the warm, soft press of Kamala Aunty's lips against hers. The kiss is gentle at first, a question lingering in the air, but as Malai's body responds, it deepens into something more passionate. Her heart hammers in her chest, and she tastes the wine on the older woman's tongue.

The moment seems to stretch on forever, the sound of their breathing the only thing that breaks the silence. When they finally part, Malai's cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from the kiss. She looks into Kamala Aunty's eyes, which are dark with desire, and she feels a part of her that she never knew existed begin to stir.

The room feels smaller, the air thicker with the scent of the wine and the faint smell of the cigarette's smoke. Malai's thoughts are a whirlwind of confusion and excitement. She is unsure of what to do next, but the connection between them is undeniable.

But Kamla aunty seemed to know what she was doing. She opened up malai's hair bun and she spread her long and dense hair across her shoulder and back. The she removed the folds of her Sari from her chest. Malai’s nipples were protruding her her blouse as she was not wearing a bra. Kamala Aunty said to Malai, “I see the beautician’s advice has worked well on you,” then she looks at Malai, her eyes seem to linger on Malai for a while. The Kamala Aunty says, “Take off your blouse girl… show me your breasts”

Malai's breath catches in her throat as she feels the warmth of Kamala Aunty's hands on her shoulders, guiding her to remove her blouse. She hesitates for a moment, the gravity of the situation weighing on her. But the wine and the allure of the unknown make her bold, and she allows the fabric to slip down her arms, revealing her ample breasts to the flickering candlelight.

Kamala Aunty's eyes widen slightly as she takes in the sight, her own desire evident in the way she licks her lips. "You are a beautiful girl, Malai", she says, "But why do you hide your beauty this way? I have always seen you dressed in conservative clothes; you tie your hair back in a bun? Why? Just why?”

Malai feels a rush of vulnerability as her blouse falls away, her bare skin exposed to the warm air. The candlelight plays across her breasts, the soft curves and dark areolae standing out against her fair skin. She looks down, her cheeks flaming with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Kamala Aunty's voice is a gentle caress as she speaks, her eyes never leaving Malai's. She reaches out, her fingertips grazing the soft mounds of flesh, tracing the line of Malai's neck down to her collarbone. "You are a goddess," she whispers, "Why do you hide your beauty from the world?"

The weight of the question lingers in the air, and Malai feels the tension coil tighter within her. She knows that this moment is pivotal, that she stands at a crossroads between the familiar path of her marriage and the seductive allure of this newfound intimacy. Her body seems to have a mind of its own as it leans into the touch, craving more.

Malai's breath catches in her throat as she feels the warmth of Kamala Aunty's hands on her shoulders, guiding her to remove her blouse. She hesitates for a moment, the gravity of the situation weighing on her. Kamala Aunty reaches out, her fingertips tracing the curves of Malai's breasts with a feather-light touch. The sensation sends a shiver down Malai's spine, and she gasps softly, her nipples hardening under the older woman's gaze.

The room is filled with the sound of their combined breathing, the air heavy with anticipation. Malai feels both vulnerable and powerful, her inhibitions slowly peeling away like layers of an onion. The line between friendship and desire blurs as they continue to explore each other's bodies, the warmth of their skin melding together.

They kiss again. This time their tongues twirl for longer.

Malai's skin feels like silk under Kamala Aunty's touch, and she gasps as those knowing fingers trace the curves of her breasts. The older woman's gaze is hungry, and Malai feels a thrill at being the object of such desire. The kiss deepens, and Malai's arms instinctively wrap around her landlady's neck, pulling her closer.

Their kiss becomes more urgent, a dance of tongues and passion that leaves them both breathless. Malai feels the heat between her legs, a yearning she has not felt in so long. The room seems to spin around them as they stand there, locked in an embrace that speaks of more than friendship.

Kamala Aunty's hands move to the back of Malai's sari, deftly untying the knot. The garment falls away, revealing the young woman's nakedness to the candlelight. The beauty of the moment is almost sacred, a testament to the power of desire and the beauty of female connection.

Their bodies pressed together, Malai can feel the older woman's own arousal. Her heart races as she considers the gravity of her actions, the potential consequences of this intimate act with a woman she has come to trust and admire. Yet, the pull is too strong, and she gives in to the passion that has been building within her.

The evening stretches into the night as they explore each other's bodies, each touch and caress a revelation. The line between taboo and liberation blurs, and Malai finds herself lost in a world of sensation that she never knew existed.

Kamala Aunty knows she should not delay. She takes Malai to her bed room and makes her lie down spread eagled. The older woman undresses too and asks, “Did your husband make love to you before he left?”

Malai's body is a canvas of desire, her skin flushed with passion as she lies on the bed, exposed to the hungry gaze of her landlady. The question hangs in the air, and she feels a pang of guilt mingled with the thrill of the situation. She whispers a truthful reply, "No, Aunty, he did not."

Kamala Aunty nods, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She climbs onto the bed, her own body a testament to the beauty that comes with maturity. Her skin is soft, her curves generous, and she moves with the grace of a woman who knows what she wants.

With gentle hands, she explores Malai's body, her touches becoming more insistent as she discovers every inch of her young tenant. Malai's breath hitches as the older woman's mouth trails kisses along her neck, down to her breasts, and finally to the juncture of her thighs. The sensation is overwhelming, and she arches her back, her body responding instinctively to the new and exhilarating pleasure.

Kamala Aunty mischievously smiles and asks Malai, “May I make love to you? I do not have penis but my fingers and tongue will do just fine…. What do you say Malai?”

Malai's pulse races as she considers the offer. The room is a cocoon of candlelight and shadows, the scent of jasmine from the sari that lies discarded on the floor filling her nostrils. She looks into the eyes of the woman who has become both a confidante and a source of newfound passion. The silence stretches, filled with the sound of their ragged breathing.

Finally, she nods, her voice a soft whisper, "Yes, Aunty."

Kamala Aunty's smile widens, and she leans in to kiss Malai again, her hands roaming over the younger woman's body with a new sense of purpose. Her mouth moves down, leaving a trail of kisses along Malai's collarbone and down her chest. Malai gasps as the warmth of her breath reaches her nipples, and then moans as those same lips encircle one, teasing it with gentle suction.

The bed creaks softly as they move together, their bodies entwined in an intimate dance that speaks of passion and need. Malai's hands find their way into Kamala Aunty's hair, pulling her closer as the waves of pleasure crash over her.

Malai's decision to embrace this intimate moment with her landlady opens a door to a world of passion and pleasure she never knew existed. As Kamala Aunty's skilled fingers and tongue work their magic, Malai surrenders to the sensations, her body responding in ways she never thought possible. Her moans become louder, her hips rising to meet each caress, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Kamala Aunty is a patient and attentive lover, her years of experience guiding her as she brings Malai to the brink of ecstasy. She whispers sweet nothings in her ear, her breath hot against Malai's neck, urging her to let go of her inhibitions.

Their love making is a beautiful and raw display of feminine power, a testament to the connection that has been building between them. The bedroom is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the rustling of the bed and their mingled cries echoing through the stillness of the night.

As they reach their climax, Malai feels a sense of liberation that transcends the physical. The walls of her conservative upbringing crumble, and she knows that she can never go back to the way things were before.

The aftermath is a tapestry of tangled limbs and sated sighs. The candles flicker low, casting a warm glow over their intertwined bodies. Malai's thoughts swirl with a mix of euphoria and trepidation. What does this mean for her marriage? For her relationship with Animesh?

But for now, she chooses to revel in the warmth of the moment, the tender kisses that follow, and the gentle caresses that promise more nights of passionate exploration. The world outside their bedroom seems far away, their union a secret shared only by the walls that have witnessed countless whispers of desire.

The immediate consequence of Malai's decision is a profound shift in her understanding of herself and her sexuality. She has crossed a line that can never be uncrossed, and she knows that her life will never be the same. The adventure has just begun, and the path ahead is fraught with both excitement and potential peril.

Kamala Aunty asks, "Malai? May I do it one more time?"

To be continued

 

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Chapter 3​

Malai feels a thrill of excitement at the question, her body still trembling from the previous climax. She nods, her voice a breathless whisper. "Yes, Aunty."

The older woman's eyes sparkle with delight, and she resumes her ministrations, her movements more deliberate and precise this time around. Malai's body responds readily, her skin sensitive to every touch. The room feels like it is spinning as the pleasure builds again, and she surrenders to the feeling, letting it wash over her like a warm wave.

The second orgasm is more intense than the first, a crescendo of sensation that leaves her limp and gasping for air. She collapses against the pillows, her heart racing and her eyes glazed with satisfaction.

The silence that follows is filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the occasional crackle of the candles. Malai's mind is a whirlwind of emotions: guilt, pleasure, confusion, and a deep, unshakeable bond with the woman beside her.

The immediate consequence of Malai's willingness to indulge in this passionate encounter is a deepened connection between her and Kamala Aunty. The boundaries of their relationship have shifted, and she wonders if this is the start of a new chapter in her life or the beginning of a secret that could threaten everything she holds dear.

The night stretches on, and they continue to explore each other's bodies, their whispers and moans weaving a tale of desire and discovery. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the promise of more to come.

The player has made a choice that has led to a significant turning point in the story. Malai's relationship with her husband, her role in society, and her own sense of identity are now in question. Her choices moving forward will determine the course of this adventure, whether it leads to a life of secret passion or a journey of self-discovery and acceptance.

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Next morning Malai wakes up first.

Malai opens her eyes to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. She is lying in the same bed as Kamala Aunty, their bodies still entwined from the night of passion. The events of the previous evening feel like a hazy dream, but the evidence of their love-making is starkly real.

Her heart races as she considers the gravity of what she has done. The scent of jasmine from the bedroom is a potent reminder of the taboo they have crossed. Carefully, she extricates herself from the embrace, trying not to wake the sleeping woman beside her.

Malai gets dressed, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she is afraid that any sudden noise will shatter the fragile silence of the room. She feels a strange mix of guilt and exhilaration. The house seems eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions within her.

The quiet of the morning is a stark contrast to the tumult of the night before. She tiptoes out of the room, her mind racing with thoughts of what the day will bring. The encounter with her landlady has changed her, and she knows she must face the consequences of her actions, whatever they may be.

Malai goes straight to the kitchen and starts to prepare tea. She has a guilty feeling mixed with pleasure. She believed the warm tea would mend the bends that happened last night. After all, Malai was raised in a traditional family who valued their ethics at the most. Thus, the orthodoxies and conservativeness somehow had encapsulated her being as well. But all that so called bonding and binding of the olden days seems to have been shattered in one night only. "Let’s hope the war cup of tea... helps in whatever way it should", Malai thought.

As Malai prepares the tea, she can't help but replay the events of the previous night in her mind. Each sensation, each whispered word feels as vivid as if it had just occurred. The aroma of the brewing chai fills the kitchen, a comforting scent that grounds her in the reality of the new day.

The quiet is eventually broken by the sound of footsteps, and Malai turns to see Kamala Aunty entering the room. The older woman's gaze is soft, and she smiles warmly at the sight of Malai. The air between them is charged with an unspoken understanding, a secret bond that has been forged in the throes of passion.

They exchange a knowing look, one that speaks of the intimacy they've shared and the potential for more. But there is also a hint of uncertainty in their eyes, a silent question of what happens next.

The immediate consequence of their actions is a newfound closeness, a shared secret that has the power to either strengthen their bond or drive them apart. The dynamics of their relationship have shifted, and it remains to be seen how this will affect their interactions with each other and the people around them.

As they sit down to sip the tea, the silence is filled with the clinking of cups and the occasional awkward glance. Malai can't help but wonder if their friendship will survive this newfound intimacy, or if the weight of their secret will be too much to bear.

The adventure continues, with each choice they make potentially leading them down a path of discovery, love, or heartache. The town of Khardah holds its secrets close, but whispers have a way of traveling through its narrow streets. Malai must navigate the murky waters of her new reality, her every move a potential ripple in the pond of societal norms.

To be Continued

 

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