Thanks to charrla again for editing the story so well. I'll still continue to post in "loving wives" despite the bad reviews.
"Here is your coffee" said Selvam the milkman to the higher-caste beauty who waited for him, partially undressed, in her marital bed.
Kayal slowly sat up in bed, took the cup, and started drinking. When she got up, she didn't bother putting back the pallu (sash) of her saree, and she enjoyed the coffee with her pale breasts plainly visible under the gossamer fabric of her top.
Without ever blinking his eyes, Selvam watched Kayal sip her beverage. Even the way her full lips met the edge of the cup was erotic to him. He stole a peek at her cleavage, and her tummy, which was still shining with the sesame oil he had used in giving her a 'therapeutic' massage minutes ago.
After she finished her coffee, Selvam once again asked her to lie down on her back.
"Now let's proceed with our treatment".
Saying that, he moved towards her legs and slowly raised her saree up. He thought that Kayal would surely protest, but to his surprise she remained still, allowing him to explore her legs. He gently moved her saree up to her knees, revealing her smooth, pale calves, normally so forbidden to a darker-skinned man of his caste. He desperately wanted to put his lips on her alabaster flesh, but he once again relaxed himself and began to apply oil to her legs.
After massaging her legs for a while, Selvam again climbed over the bed. This time he was in the 69 position over Kayal, his loins, barely contained in their loosely fitting lungi, positioned over her face. He resumed his slow and careful massage of her tummy. All this time Kayal was enjoying her treatment with her eyes closed. When she suddenly opened her eyes, she had a shock.
It was Selvam's penis, already somewhat erect, hanging straight in front of her face and close to her lips. Kayal was confused and didn't know what to do or say. She immediately closed her eyes to avoid it, but a voice inside her head said:
"Come on, look at it. Enjoy it. You won't get a second chance. He won't notice; come on and open your eyes".
Kayal couldn't control her inner naughty girl, and immediately opened her eyes and had a good look at his penis, which hung mere inches from her lips. With his rod so close to Kayal's mouth, Selvam could feel Kayal's hot breath hitting his dick, making him even more horny. While staring at his hard shaft, Kayal saw a white drop of liquid at the tip, about to drop down. She was confused—how could he have this liquid before sex? While thinking about the anatomical possibilities, the pre-cum dropped from his cockhead and landed on Kayal's bottom lip. She froze for a few seconds, but suddenly licked it from her lip. She couldn't analyze its taste, but she kind of liked it.
Suddenly Selvam took his hands off her tummy and got off the bed.
"Kayu, the treatment is almost over. Now I just have to check your ribs".
"What!!?"
"Don't worry, I just want to make sure you're not hurt there. I won't ask you to remove your blouse".
Saying that, he climbed back over Kayal with her tummy between his thighs. He made Kayal raise her hands and place them over her head. Then he placed his hands on either side of her breasts and slowly massaged them, up and down. This was too much for Kayal, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning quietly.
Seeing Kayal losing her self control, Selvam slowly moved his face close to her face, and smelled the fragrance of her skin. He continued to rub the sides of her breasts. His breathing started to get heavier, landing straight on Kayal's face.
Feeling Selvam's breath, she opened her eyes and saw Selvam face to face, his lips very close to hers. They looked into each other's eyes and stayed that way for a few moments. Selvam then slowly moved his lips even closer to hers, lightly grazing her mouth.
As soon as his lips made contact with hers, he couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her pouty lower lip between his, and started sucking it amorously. Kayal stayed as if in a hypnotic spell and gave her lips over to Selvam, who was now feasting on them. She felt an electric jolt between her legs that her husband's sterile kisses had never given her. Selvam continuously alternated between sucking her upper and lower lips, mixing their saliva together.
"Mmm...aahh" Kayal moaned, her mind completely blank to anything but pleasure.
While smooching her lips, Selvam slowly moved his right hand from her ribs and placed it cautiously on her chest, over her sheer blouse, and began sensuously caressing one milky-white breast with his palm.
"Ahhhh...mmmph" Kayal's moans increased.
Seeing her get excited, Selvam stopped devouring her lips, brazenly grabbed her other breast, and rubbed her nipple slowly with his thumb.
"Aaaahhhh" Kayal shouted.
Selvam grew rock hard when he saw her facial expression. He was now sitting with his groin over her tummy. He grabbed both her tits and started fondling them more ardently.
"Ohh...ahh...yes..." Kayal's impassioned gasps increased with each second.
Suddenly Kayal's cell phone rang. It was the ringtone for her husband's number. Hearing this tone, Kayal came back to her senses, immediately pushed Selvam off, and got off the bed. She felt ashamed of what she had done. Kayal anxiously turned away from Selvam, straightened her saree, and answered her husband's call, her voice trembling.
"Is everything okay there?" Anand asked.
"Yes, it's fine here. When will you return?"
"I'm not sure. My trip might get extended."
While Kayal was talking, Selvam got off the bed, quietly got behind her, and put his hands around her waist, stroking her with a feather-light touch.
"Ah!" Kayal gasped.
"What happened?" Anand asked.
"Nothing dear, a cockroach just fell on me".
"Oh!"
"Okay dear, I am going to the temple now. We can talk at night."
"Okay hon, love you."
Kayal immediately ended the call and freed herself from Selvam's hold.
"What are you doing?!" Kayal demanded angrily.
"Just continuing where we left off", he said calmly, moving closer to Kayal while staring into her eyes.
Seeing him move closer, Kayal took a few steps backwards.
"Stop there! Don't come any closer."
Selvam stopped there.
"Kayu. I know you want this as much as I do. Admit it".
"No...No..." said Kayal with waning conviction. "I'm faithful to my husband".
"Then why were you staring at my cock while I was over you?"
When Kayal heard this her face flushed and she was momentarily speechless.
"That's not true!"
"Don't try to deny it, I was watching you while your eyes were glued to my manhood".
While talking, Selvam removed his vest and threw it on the floor.
"What are you doing!?" Kayal asked in shock.
"Don't try to hide your desire Kayu. It's not a sin".
Saying that, Selvam pulled his lungi off his waist and Kayal saw his cock standing proudly in front of her. She was terrified by its full, throbbing erectness, and immediately turned towards the wall.
Having seen him completely naked, though, Kayal's heart started to pound and her pussy started to become very wet. She felt she was in an impossible position. Kayal was sure that if he continued to talk to her she would surrender to him. Deep inside her heart she desperately wanted that to happen: wanted to feel his dark, muscled body against her pale skin, to feel his rigid cock filling her tight pussy. Her traditional upbringing to be a faithful, modest Brahmin wife was the only thing standing in between her and her desire.
While she was thinking, Selvam suddenly grabbed her waist from behind, his chest pressing against her back and his erect pole nudging the cleft of her ass, still covered by her saree. Kayal didn't try to move away this time.
"Please don't; this is wrong", Kayal said without conviction.
All of her resistance had shattered as his body touched her. Without saying a word, Selvam pulled the pallu of her saree once more off her shoulder. He started urgently caressing Kayal's tummy and licking her earlobes from behind, his hot breath hitting her neck. Kayal said nothing, but tears started flowing from her eyes, as she was torn between what her body desperately wanted and needed, and how she had been raised to behave in her very conservative social caste.
When Selvam noticed the tears on her cheeks, he regained control of himself and let her go, sitting on the bed. Kayal saw this and looked confused.
"Listen, Kayu, I don't want to force you. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do. I know that's possible. Why can you not let yourself admit that you also want this?"
Hearing this, Kayal was totally perplexed, and wished she could speak as openly as he could.
"Okay then, let's make a deal: if you put aside all your traditional values and sleep with me this one time, I'll never come to your door again. You can tell yourself it was a momentary lapse of judgment due to your fall in the kitchen, and you'll never have to see me again—if that's what you want".
Kayal knew there was no benefit to accepting his deal, as it gave him what he wanted. So Kayal decided to play dumb and let it happen. She accepted his deal by shaking her head.
"Okay. Now remove your saree and come lie on the bed".
Kayal removed her saree and laid her blouse and petticoat aside before reclining on the bed. Selvam immediately climbed over Kayal and touched his tongue to the smooth, creamy skin of her tummy.
Kayal started softly moaning while his tongue roamed over her stomach.
After a while he dipped the tip of his tongue into her belly button and started drilling it suggestively.
"Ah...ahhh...ohhh" Kayal shouted, enjoying the motions of his tongue, her cunt starting to feel very warm and electric.
