It all began when my husband brought his friend Ashok over for dinner one evening. Even though I tried to keep my distance, Ashok's gaze never left mine. There was something about him that stirred something deep within me...

The following day, when my husband left for work early morning, leaving me alone with Ashok, I felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. Ashok was very attentive, constantly finding reasons to touch me or make eye contact, remembering those moments. It was intoxicating, yet terrifying. I knew I shouldn't encourage him, but I found myself responding to his advances

And so it continued throughout the day until darkness fell upon us. As the sun set and shadows crept across the room, Ashok finally made his move. He stepped closer to me, his hand reaching out to caress my cheek. I trembled under his touch, torn between the desire to pull away and the yearning to lean into his embrace.

Ashok leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, You're so beautiful, Sylvia. I've wanted you since the moment I saw you. His words sent shivers down my spine, awakening a hunger I had long suppressed.




I knew I should push him away, remind him that I was a married woman, but the temptation was too great. My body betrayed me, craving his touch, aching for his kiss. As Ashok's lips hovered near mine, I could smell the musk of his cologne mingling with the scent of sweat. A part of me wanted to pull away, to preserve my dignity and honour, but another part... another much darker part... yearned for his touch.

With trembling fingers, I reached up to trace the outline of his jawline, feeling the rough stubble beneath my fingertips. His skin was warm and inviting, urging me onward. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes as I surrendered to the sensations coursing through my body.


His hands roamed freely now, exploring every curve and contour of my body with increasing boldness As Ashok's hands explored my body, I felt a wave of heat wash over me. His touch was gentle and demanding, igniting a fire within me that had lain dormant for far too long.

He pulled me closer, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he pressed his firm body against mine. I could feel every muscle and contour of his physique, each movement sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.

Our lips met in a passionate kiss, hungry and desperate. His tongue danced with mine, exploring depths I had forgotten existed. The taste of him was intoxicating, driving me wild with desire. With our lips locked in a searing kiss, Ashok's hands began to roam lower, tracing the curves of my hips before slipping beneath the hem of my saree.

I gasped into his mouth, the sensation of his rough palms against my smooth skin sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating from where he touched me. I moaned softly, unable to contain the sound as waves of arousal washed over me.

His fingers teased along the edge of my panties, dipping just below the elastic band before pulling away. The anticipation was almost unbearable, fueling my longing even higher. As Ashok's fingers traced the delicate fabric of my panties, teasing me mercilessly, I arched my back, pressing my hips against his hand in silent pleading.

Slowly, he slipped his hand inside, his fingers gliding over the slick folds of my most intimate area. I let out a sharp gasp, my head falling back as waves of intense pleasure crashed over me. He circled my sensitive bud with expert precision, drawing out whimpers and moans from deep within my throat.

Meanwhile, his other hand slid up my body, cupping the swell of my breast through my blouse. He kneaded the supple flesh, rolling my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  With his skilled hands bringing me to the brink of madness, I clung to Ashok, my nails digging into his shoulders as I sought purchase amidst the storm of pleasure he was creating within me.

My breasts throbbed with need, begging for his attention. His touch on my nipples was relentless, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. Every flick and pinch drew cries of delight from my lips, each cry echoing off the walls of our secluded room.

As his fingers worked their magic, I could no longer hold back. I came hard, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave, leaving me quivering and spent in his arms.  In the aftermath of my climax, I collapsed against Ashok, my body still tingling with residual pleasure. He held me close, murmuring words of praise and adoration as I struggled to catch my breath.

But even as I basked in the glow of my release, I knew we were far from done. Ashok's own desires were evident in the hardness pressing insistently against my thigh. With renewed energy, I pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips as I gazed down at him with a wicked smile.

I took my time, savouring every inch of his body with my hands and mouth. I trailed kisses along his chest, my tongue swirling around each nipple before moving lower. 


As I kissed my way down Ashok's torso, I marvelled at the strength and power contained within his muscular frame. When I reached the waistband of his pants, I hesitated only briefly before undoing the fastenings and freeing his erection.

It sprang forth, thick and hard, pulsing with need. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it gently as I admired its size and shape. Then, I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth.

I bobbed my head up and down, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip before plunging down to the base. Ashok groaned above me, his hands fisting in my hair as he guided my movements.


As I pleasured Ashok with my mouth, I revelled in the sounds of his pleasure - the guttural groans, the sharp intake of breath, the occasional curse word spilling from his lips. Each reaction fueled my own desire, making me more determined to bring him to the brink of ecstasy.

I varied my pace, sometimes sucking him deeply, other times leaving his tip with slow, deliberate strokes of my tongue. I experimented with different techniques, learning what drove him wild and what sent shivers down his spine.

Ashok's grip on my hair tightened as he neared his peak, his hips bucking involuntarily as he chased his climax. I could tell he was close, and I doubled my efforts, eager to taste his release Just when I thought Ashok might explode in my mouth, he suddenly pulled me off, panting harshly as he looked down at me with a mix of lust and desperation.

Without a word, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath his powerful frame. I gasped as he positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudging against my slick folds. With a swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, filling me completely.

I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my back arching off the bed as I adjusted to his size. But the discomfort quickly gave way to overwhelming pleasure as Ashok began to move, his hips snapping against mine in a primal rhythm that left me breathless and wanting more.


With each thrust, Ashok drove deeper, hitting spots within me that I had never known existed. My moans mingled with his grunts, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed throughout our small room.

I met his thrusts with my own, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him even deeper. Our bodies slapped together with each movement, the sound adding to the erotic intensity of the moment.

My breasts bounced with each impact, the nipples hardening further under the strain. Ashok leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth, suckling roughly as he continued to pound into me.

The combination of his mouth on my breast and his cock ramming into me sent me spiralling towards another orgasm.


As the waves of pleasure washed over me, I clutched at Ashok desperately, urging him to chase his own climax. I dug my nails into his back, pulling him deeper, desperate for that final push that would send me tumbling over the orgasm once again.

Ashok's thrusts became erratic, his breathing ragged as he neared his peak. With a few more powerful drives, he found his release, his hot semen spurting deep inside me as he roared my name.

The sensation of him throbbing within me, coupled with the warmth of his release, triggered my second orgasm. I screamed his name, my body convulsing around him as I rode out the intense pleasure coursing through my veins we lay entwined, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of our shared climax. Ashok cradled me close, his lips brushing against my temple as he whispered words of affection and gratitude.

I felt cherished, desired, and thoroughly satisfied in a way I rarely experienced with my husband. For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to imagine a life where I was valued not just for my domestic duties, but for the vibrant, sensual woman I truly was.

But reality soon intruded, and I reluctantly extricated myself from Ashok's embrace, knowing we both had responsibilities waiting. As we dressed and prepared to part ways, there was a newfound understanding between us - a secret bond forged in the heat of passion, promising future encounters despite the obstacles that lay ahead. Continue reading..........


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