Radhika, an Indian woman in her late twenties, stood in front of the full-length mirror, running her fingers through her thick, black hair. She admired her toned back and the curve of her hips, her heart pounding with anticipation.
Rakesh, her husband’s best friend, had always had a crush on her. She knew it, and she had decided to take advantage of the situation. Radhika was not satisfied with her sex life with her husband, and she wanted something more exciting.
Rakesh, a tall, muscular man with a charming smile, had been over at their house for dinner. Radhika had worn a tight-fitting dress that showed off her curves, and she had made sure to sit next to Rakesh during the meal.
As they cleared the table, Radhika had accidentally brushed against Rakesh’s arm, feeling a spark of electricity between them. She had looked into his eyes, and they had shared a moment of understanding.
Now, Radhika turned around and walked towards Rakesh, who was sitting on the couch. She sat down on his lap, draping her arm around his neck. Rakesh wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss. Radhika could feel Rakesh’s hardness pressing against her, and she moaned softly.
Rakesh’s hands began to wander, and he cupped Radhika’s breasts, squeezing gently. Radhika gasped, arching her back as Rakesh’s fingers found her nipples.
Rakesh began to kiss Radhika’s neck, and she tilted her head back, exposing more of her skin. His lips were soft and warm, and Radhika could feel herself getting wetter with each kiss.
Rakesh’s hands moved lower, and he slipped his fingers under Radhika’s dress. He found her wet and ready, and he began to stroke her gently.
Radhika moaned louder, grinding her hips against Rakesh’s hand. She could feel herself getting closer to orgasm, and she wanted more.
