In the heart of New Delhi, a city that never sleeps, a woman named Priya lay in her bed, her mind filled with thoughts and desires. She was a stunning Indian woman, with thick black hair that cascaded down her back, and a body that was the epitome of feminine grace. Her husband, Ravi, was away on business, leaving her alone in their marital bed.
Priya couldn’t sleep. She was aroused, her body yearning for release. She slipped out of bed, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding in her chest. She pulled back the curtains, revealing the cityscape before her. The lights of the city twinkled like stars, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees outside.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped, startled. She turned around to see a man standing before her, his chiseled features illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window. It was Aryan, her husband’s business partner.
“I couldn’t sleep either,” he said softly, his voice deep and husky.
Priya felt a flutter in her chest. She had always found Aryan attractive, but she had never acted on her feelings. She had always been the dutiful wife, but now, with her husband away, she felt a sense of freedom.
Aryan stepped closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. Priya felt a shiver run down her spine as he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss.
She responded eagerly, her body pressed against his. She could feel his arousal, and she moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, and Priya gasped as he slid his hand under her nightgown, his fingers finding her wet and ready.
He teased her, his fingers dancing over her clit, making her moan and writhe with pleasure. Priya couldn’t believe what was happening, but she didn’t want it to stop. She needed release, and Aryan was more than happy to provide it.
He slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned louder, her hips bucking against his hand. He added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
Priya was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind blanketed by desire. She didn’t care about the consequences, she just wanted more.
Aryan lifted her up, his hands gripping her ass as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down, his eyes dark with desire as he pulled off his clothes.
Priya gasped as she saw his cock, hard and ready. She had never seen it before, but she wanted it. She needed it.
Aryan climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he positioned himself at her entrance.
He entered her slowly, his cock filling her up. Priya moaned, her nails digging into his back as he started to move.
He thrust into her, hard and fast. Priya met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Their moans filled the room, drowning out the sounds of the city outside. Priya felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tensing up as she approached her climax.
Aryan reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, and Priya screamed as she came, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.
Aryan followed soon after, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in their chests. They didn’t say anything, they didn’t need to. They had shared something special, something that they would never forget.
As the night wore on, they explored each other’s bodies, their passion never waning. They tried different positions, each one more satisfying than the last.
As the first light of dawn crept into the room, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, their bodies spent and satisfied.
They knew that what they had done was wrong, but they didn’t care. They had found something special in each other, something that they couldn’t ignore.
And so, they continued to meet in secret, their passion never fading. They knew that they were playing with fire, but they couldn’t help themselves.
They had found something special, something that they never wanted to let go. And they were willing to risk everything to keep it.
