Radhika, an Indian woman in her late twenties, stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her curvaceous figure. Her thick, black hair cascaded down her back, the loose curls dancing on her bare skin. She wore only a sheer, red saree that left little to the imagination.
Her husband, Ravi, had been away on business for weeks, and Radhika couldn’t help but feel a little neglected. She craved the touch of a man, the feel of a firm hand on her waist, the warmth of a hard body pressed against hers. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help the thoughts that crept into her mind.
One night, as she lay in bed, she heard a soft knock at the door. She wrapped herself in a silk robe and opened it to find Aryan, the young, handsome gardener, standing in the moonlight.
“I-I’m sorry, Radhika-ji,” he stammered, “I came to fix the leak in the garden hose, but I see now that it’s late. I’ll come back in the morning.”
But Radhika couldn’t let him go. She had seen the way he looked at her, the desire in his eyes. She knew he wanted her, and she wanted him too.
“No, Aryan,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “Stay. I… I need you.”
Aryan hesitated for a moment, but then he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Radhika took his hand and led him to the bedroom, her heart pounding with anticipation.
She let the robe fall to the floor, revealing her naked body. Aryan’s eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle.
“You’re beautiful, Radhika-ji,” he said, his voice trembling.
She took his face in her hands and kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth. He responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body.
They broke apart, both of them breathing heavily. Radhika pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She ground her hips against his, feeling his hardness through his pants.
She reached down and undid his belt, freeing his erection. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently.
“Radhika-ji,” Aryan moaned, his head thrown back in pleasure.
She leaned down and took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. He groaned, his hands tangled in her hair.
After a few minutes, she climbed back on top of him, guiding him inside her. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Radhika threw her head back, moaning with pleasure.
They changed positions, with Aryan on top, thrusting deep inside her. Radhika wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
They climaxed together, their bodies shuddering with pleasure. Aryan collapsed on top of her, his breath warm on her neck.
They lay there for a few moments, neither of them saying a word. Then Aryan rolled off her and got dressed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Radhika-ji,” he said, his voice soft.
She nodded, watching as he left the room. She lay back on the bed, her body still tingling with pleasure.
She knew what she had done was wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. She had given in to her desires, and it had been worth it.
The end.
