The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow over the bustling city of Bangalore. Shobhana is now a confident and radiant 27-year-old woman. She made her way through the crowded streets. Her heart was pounding with anticipation.
It had been five years since her marriage to Raj. In that time, she had remained devoted to her husband, never once straying from her vows. Their marriage was a passionate one, filled with fiery encounters and a deep understanding of each other’s desires.
Raj, a doting husband, ensured that Shobhana’s every need was met, especially in the bedroom. Their nights were a symphony of pleasure, where Shobhana’s expertise was in seduction. Raj’s insatiable appetite for her created a perfect harmony.
Shobhana’s long black hair swayed with each graceful step. She walked towards the address she had memorized. Her silk saree clung to her curves, accentuating her voluptuous figure. She felt a familiar tingle between her thighs as she recalled the reason for this clandestine meeting.
Today, she was not seeking pleasure from her husband’s skilled touch. But from a man who had ignited a flame within her—a man she could never forget. Five years ago, on one of her rare solo outings, Shobhana stumbled upon a bookshop where she met an intriguing older man.
He was an intellectual with a sharp mind and an even sharper gaze. His name was Aditya, and he was an author, a scholar, and a man with a mysterious past. He was eight years her senior, exuding an air of wisdom and worldliness that captivated Shobhana instantly.
Their encounter was brief, but the connection was electric. They discussed literature, philosophy, and the nature of desire, leaving Shobhana hungry for more. As she arrived at the address, a quaint cafe tucked away in a quiet lane, Shobhana’s heart raced.
She entered, her eyes scanning the dimly lit interior. There he was—Aditya, sitting at a corner table, his eyes fixed on a book. He looked up as she approached, his gaze intense and hungry. Shobhana’s breath caught in her throat as she took in his appearance.
He was even more handsome than she remembered, with salt-and-pepper hair and deep-set eyes that seemed to see right through her. “Shobhana,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “You’ve come.”
“I did,” she replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her body.
Aditya rose and pulled out a chair for her, his movements graceful and deliberate. As Shobhana sat, she felt his eyes on her, taking in every inch of her body. She had dressed for this occasion, choosing a sheer blue saree that hinted at her naked form beneath.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he whispered, leaning in close. “And I’ve thought of you often, my dear Shobhana.”
A shiver ran down her spine at his words. “I never thought I’d see you again,” she admitted, her voice laced with a mix of guilt and desire.
Aditya’s eyes darkened with intent. “I’ve been waiting for you, Shobhana. I knew you’d return to me eventually. I can sense your hunger, your need for something more.”
Shobhana’s cheeks flushed, knowing that her secret fantasies had brought her here. “I… I have a good life and a loving husband. But there’s something about you, a pull I can’t resist.”
Aditya’s fingers traced the curve of her neck, sending sparks of pleasure down her spine. “I intend to give you what you crave, my dear. I promise it will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced with your husband.”
His words were a dare, a challenge to Shobhana’s senses. She had always been the one in control, the seductress who dominated her encounters. But with Aditya, she felt a strange desire to surrender, to let him take the lead.
“What is it that you want from me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aditya’s hand moved to her thigh, his touch firm and possessive. “Everything,” he said, his breath hot on her ear. “I want to explore every inch of you, uncover your deepest desires, and fulfil them in ways your husband never could.”
Shobhana’s body was on fire, her pussy throbbing with need. She had always been the one to take charge, to orchestrate her pleasure. But with Aditya, she wanted to be taken, to be claimed.
“Then take me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “Show me what it’s like to be truly possessed.”
Aditya’s eyes flashed with triumph, and he stood, pulling her up with him. He led her to a secluded corner of the cafe, away from prying eyes. The dim lighting and the sound of soft jazz created an intimate atmosphere.
“Undress for me,” he commanded, his voice laced with authority.
Shobhana’s hands trembled as she began to untie her saree slowly. She let the fabric fall, revealing her naked body, save for a lacy black bra and panties. Her full breasts strained against the delicate material. Her nipples hardened under his intense gaze.
Aditya’s eyes devoured her, taking in her curves, the smooth plane of her stomach, and the dark triangle between her thighs. “You’re exquisite,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Shobhana stepped out of her saree, standing before him in her lingerie. “I’m yours,” she said, her voice steady despite the wild pounding of her heart.
Aditya reached for her, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her erect nipples. Shobhana gasped as pleasure shot through her body, her knees weakening at his touch. He teased her sensitive peaks, rolling and pinching them until she was squirming with need.
“You like that, don’t you, my little pet?” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “You want more.”
Shobhana could only nod, her voice lost in the waves of pleasure he was creating. Aditya’s hands moved lower, sliding down her flat stomach to the lace covering her pussy. He rubbed her through the fabric, feeling the heat and wetness that had already gathered there.
“So wet already,” he purred. “Do you want me to touch you here, Shobhana?”
She nodded eagerly, desperate for his touch. Aditya hooked his fingers under the lace and slowly pulled her panties down her thighs, revealing her glistening pussy.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice husky.
Shobhana obeyed, her heart racing as she exposed herself to him. Aditya knelt before her, his eyes level with her swollen folds. He inhaled her scent, his breath warm against her sensitive skin.
“You smell delicious,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “I’m going to taste you now, Shobhana. I want to drink you in.”
With that, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her slit, from her clit to her entrance, savouring her essence. Shobhana cried out, her hands clutching at his hair as he licked and suckled her tender flesh. His tongue was skilled, flicking and circling her clit, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
“Oh, yes! Right there,” she moaned, her hips thrusting against his mouth.
Aditya held her thighs firmly, keeping her in place as he continued to pleasure her. He inserted a finger into her wet heat, curling it to find her G-spot, while his thumb continued to work her clit. Shobhana’s body trembled as waves of pleasure crashed over her, building to an intense climax.
“I’m going to make you come, Shobhana,” he growled between licks. “I want to feel your pussy clench around my tongue.”
His words sent her over the edge, and she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her body. Shobhana’s juices flowed freely, coating Aditya’s face as he continued to lap at her, milking every last drop of pleasure from her trembling body.
As her orgasm subsided, Shobhana slumped back, her body weak and sated. Aditya stood, his face glistening with her essence, and pulled her to her feet.
“That was just the beginning, my dear Shobhana,” he said, his eyes dark with promise. “I intend to make you beg for more.”
Shobhana’s heart raced at the thought of what was to come. She had experienced pleasure with her husband, but this was different—raw, primal, and utterly consuming.
Aditya led her to a private room at the back of the cafe, a hidden sanctuary of indulgence. The room was dimly lit, with plush furnishings and a large four-poster bed draped in silk.
“Lie down,” he instructed, his voice commanding.
Shobhana obeyed, her body still throbbing from her recent climax. She stretched out on the bed. Her eyes never left his as he began to undress, revealing a muscular frame and a thick, erect cock.
“I want to watch you,” she said, her voice breathless. “I want to see you fuck me.”
Aditya smirked, his eyes gleaming with desire. “You will, my pet. But first, I want to taste you again.”
He pushed her thighs apart, exposing her glistening pussy once more. This time, he positioned himself between her legs, his face hovering just above her wetness.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Shobhana,” he whispered. “So wet and ready for me.”
With that, he lowered his head and plunged his tongue into her, fucking her with his mouth. Shobhana cried out, her body arching off the bed as he devoured her, his tongue thrusting deep inside her. He sucked and licked her swollen clit, driving her wild with pleasure.
“Please, I need more,” she begged, her voice hoarse.
Aditya sat up, his eyes burning with desire. “I’m going to give you more, my sweet Shobhana. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”
He positioned himself at her entrance, his thick cock pressing against her wet lips. Shobhana reached down, guiding him inside her, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate his girth.
“Yes, take me,” she whispered, her nails digging into his back.
Aditya thrust forward, filling her in one smooth motion. Shobhana gasped, her eyes rolling back as she felt him deep within her. He began to move, his hips pistoning in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice strained. “So tight and wet around my cock.”
Shobhana wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “Harder, please,” she begged, her body craving the intense sensation.
Aditya complied, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, driving into her with abandon. Shobhana’s breasts bounced with each powerful stroke, her nipples rubbing against the silk sheets, adding to her pleasure.
“You’re mine, Shobhana,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered, her body surrendering to his dominance.
Aditya’s hand reached down, finding her clit, and began to rub it in firm circles as he pounded into her. Shobhana’s body trembled her second orgasm building rapidly.
“Cum for me, my pet,” he demanded, his voice thick with need.
Shobhana’s body exploded in a cascade of pleasure, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came. Aditya grunted, his release building as he thrust through her climax, his cock throbbing within her.
“I’m cumming, Shobhana!” he roared, his body stiffening as he filled her with his hot cum.
Shobhana cried out, her body convulsing as she felt his release deep within her, their bodies connected in a primal, erotic embrace.
As their orgasms subsided, Shobhana lay panting beneath him. Her body was sated yet craving more. Aditya’s weight pressed her into the bed, his cock still buried inside her, softening slowly.
“That was…” she began, struggling to find the words.
“Incredible,” Aditya finished for her, his voice soft. “And this is just the beginning, my dear Shobhana. I intend to explore every inch of you, to push the boundaries of your pleasure.”
Shobhana’s heart raced at the promise in his words. She had never experienced such raw, uninhibited passion, and she wanted more—much more. Little did she know, this encounter would mark the beginning of a torrid affair. One that would test the limits of her loyalty, desire, and the very nature of her marriage.
But for now, she lay in the arms of her new Master, her body buzzing with pleasure. He contemplated the path that lay before her—a path of forbidden ecstasy.
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