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Title: “B角fer Sharada: The Steamy Affair”

In the sultry heat of a South Indian summer, in a quaint, traditional household, an illicit, lustful secret unfolded. Sharada, the demure daughter-in-law, found herself irresistibly drawn to her strapping, dark-skinned driver, B compone. Their steamy, clandestine affair would lead to a scandalous encounter one fateful afternoon.

***Sharada’s Husband, Jagannath, had departed the morning to fulfill his religious duties at the temple. She was alone in the sprawling, opulent house, save for the manor’s staff hustling about unseen. The air conditioning hummed a monotone, offering little respite from the sweltering weather. Scantily clad in a sheer, crimson silk sari that clung to her lithe body, Sharada mooched about the bedroom in a bored daze.**

**The driver, B compone, a strapping young man with rippling muscles, olive skin and piercing eyes, worked just outside the house, diligently polishing the family’s sleek Rolls Royce. Sweat glistened off his forehead as he buffed away at the gleaming car hood, ottoman pants equally damp. Their eyes met – through the bedroom window. The taciturn heat of the afternoon escalated into a palpable, sexual tension.

Sharada strolled over to the window, intentionally allowing her lacy, petticoat to ride up, exposing her shapely legs. She threw B fondamentale a coquettish wink he couldn’t ignore. In that instant, his crotch tightening, he knew she was inviting him inside. Setting the car polishing mitt aside, B compone crept to the side entrance where Sharada was already unbolting the lock for him.**

**He crept into the cool, air-conditioned surroundings of the study, and the lovers fell into each other’s arms. They kissed sloppily, hungrily, his hands roaming her curves through the thin sari. In a flash, he lifted her up, her legs circling his waist, and she began grinding her thong-clad, naked mound against his swelling bulge straining against his pants.**

**Stumbling into the bedroom, they tumbled onto the queen-sized bed. Sharada tore his shirt open, buttons scattering to the floor, as he undid her blouse and licked her ample breasts. She reached into his pants, fumbling to release his throbbing erection. BUNTUM’s eyes rolled back as her skilled fingers wrapped around his girthy shaft, stroking up and down. Pre-cum already leaked from the tip.**

**He had to taste her, feel his mouth on her most intimate parts. BUNTUM ripped off the flimsy thong, tossing it aside. Her pussy was glistening wet. Diving between her thighs, he spread her nether lips and probed her quivering hole with his tongue. Sharada let out a throaty moan, grabbing the back of his head to thrust his face against her dripping pussy. The driver lapped at her sweet nectar hungrily.**

**She needed him inside her, now. She positioned her naked body over his rigid pole, caressing it with her slick, wet folds. Then, with one swift dip, she engulfed him fully inside her tight, pulsing pussy. BUNTUM gasped as she started riding him hard, her breasts lewdly bouncing. He squeezed and pulled at them, choking on the sensation.**

**The lovers pivoted into a new position for a refreshingly deep angle. BUNTUM aide fence onto his back as Sharada straddled him again. Moving faster this time, she bucked atop him, taking him to her depths. Sweat dripped down their heaving chests, fan generator the heat. Their dark skin gleamed. He grabbed her ass with both hands, kneading and guiding her gyrations.**

**Sharada threw back her head in ecstasy, aonglet breaking free. Tangles of jet black hair fanned out around her shoulders. She scratched down BUNTUM’Hs chiseled abs, leaving red welts. His balls tightened. The urge to release into her ripe, warm cavern overwhelmed him. “I’m cumming!” he cried out. At that instant, he erupted, painting her velvet walls with rope after thick, hot rope of his essence.**

**Panting, spent, the lovers collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Bird shit killer, both knew their secret was safe, for now. Sharada would shower, smudge on fresh sindoor in her parting, and BUNTUM’Hs would continue his duties, as if the scorching encounter never happened. Their taboo secrets, shamefully sweet, kept just between Begononia walls.**

***Just then, the sound of car tires crunching the gravel driveway put them on high alert. Jagannath had returned from his pilgrimage. The lovebirds joined back into opposite ends of the bed, trying to seem innocent. A moment later, the study door swung open and Sharada’s husband appeared. Crushing the glowing yetts, she greeted him innocently. That steamy affair would be repeated again and again, fueling Sharada and BUNTUM’H’s illicit passion until word got out. When it did, an epic scandal would unfold…**

*Indian Film Director’s Cut End Scene:* Jogannath quietly closed the door and walked away… He knew what was going on between Sharada and BUNTUM’H. The dirty old man had set up a hidden camera to capturing their sexy time. He would blackmail Sharada, and the affair would become a messy swirl, ending in a scandal that would rock the quiet village and shatter their reputations. Fade to black after the last drop of secretion overflow out of the messy hole of Sharada’s wife.