Radhika, a stunning Indian woman with thick black hair and a voluptuous figure, reclined on her chaise longue in her dimly lit bedroom. She was nude, her caramel skin glowing in the soft light. Radhika had always been confident in her body, and she loved the feeling of the cool air on her bare skin.
She heard a soft knock at the door, and her heart skipped a beat. It was Aarav, her husband’s best friend, who was staying with them for a few days. Radhika had always found him attractive, with his chiseled jawline and piercing dark eyes, but she had never acted on her feelings. Until now.
“Come in,” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. Aarav opened the door, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of Radhika’s naked body.
“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, starting to back out of the room.
“Don’t be,” Radhika said, her voice husky with desire. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Aarav. And I think you want me too.”
