Desi Wife Loves Getting Fucked In Doggystyle

Title: Naughty Indian Wife’s Lustful Doggystyle Encounter

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow through the kitchen windows. Meena, a 28-year-old Indian homemaker, stood at the kitchen counter, cooking dinner for her husband Raj. As she chopped vegetables, her mind wandered to their love life – or lack thereof. Raj worked long hours and when he came home, he was often too tired for intimacy. Meena sighed, feeling neglected and sexually frustrated.

Suddenly, Raj walked in, loosening his tie. “Smells delicious, Meena,” he said, giving her a peck on the cheek. Meena plastered on a smile. “Thank you, darling. Why don’t you go take a shower and relax?” She made a mental note to dress up later and try to spice things up.

A short while later, Raj emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Meena couldn’t help but admire his toned physique. A spark of desire ignited inside her. Summoning her courage, she approached him, wearing a sexy red nightie that hugged her curves.

Raj raised an eyebrow. “Well, hello there, gorgeous. What’s the occasion?” Meena purred, pressing her body against his. “I thought we could have a little fun before dinner. I need you, Raj…” Her fingers gently caressed his chest, venturing lower.

Raj gulped, his resolve crumbling. “I thought you’d never ask.” He grabbed her bottom and pulled her in for a hungry kiss. Their tongues danced as passions ignited.

They moved to the bedroom, a tangle of hands and limbs. Meena pushed Raj onto the bed, straddling him. She slowly removed her nightie, revealing her full, ripe breasts. Raj groaned, reaching up to cup them. Meena shook her head, a sultry smile on her face. Not yet, darling. Patience.

She slid down his body, tugging at his towel. Raj’s impressive manhood sprang free and Meena wrapped her fingers around it, stroking gently. Raj’s head fell back against the pillows. “That feels incredible,” he breathed.

Meena built a steady rhythm, varying speeds and pressure, expertly working him up. Raj tangled his fingers in her long, dark hair, guiding her head lower. Meena took him into her mouth, laving her tongue along his shaft. Raj bucked his hips, lost in ecstasy.

“Wait,” he gasped. “I want to be inside you.” He flipped them over and Meena found herself pinned beneath his larger frame. She wrapped her legs around his waist in anticipation. Raj grinned wickedly and repositioned himself.

“So, you want it doggystyle tonight, huh?” he growled. Meena felt a rush of liquid heat between her thighs at his words. “Yes, Raj. That’s exactly what I want. I need you to take me hard.”

Raj pulled her hips up so her back was arched, her ass raised high. He rubbed the head of his cock against her slick folds teasingly. “Say it, Meena. Tell me how badly you want it.”

“I want it SO badly, Raj. Please, fuck me. I need your thick cock inside me now!” Meena begged shamelessly.

With a primal growl, Raj hilted himself to the root in one powerful thrust. Meena screamed in pleasure, her nails digging into the sheets. Raj set a relentless pace, each thrust driving him impossibly deep. The wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.

“Yes! Yes! Harder!” Meena wailed. Raj complied, pounding into his wife with wild abandon. His hands gripped her hips tight enough to leave bruises as he took her with animalistic ferocity.

Meena could feel her climax building like a tidal wave. Her walls clenched and spasmed around Raj’s plundering cock, desperate to milk him dry. “I’m going to come!” she cried. “Come with me, Raj! Fill me up!”

Just as Meena’s body began to convulse in ecstasy, Raj slammed in to the hilt and exploded. Thick ropes of hot seed jerked from his cock, painting her womb. The feeling of Raj’s hot cum pulsing inside her triggered Meena’s orgasm and she came hard, her body shaking with the force.

They collapsed together on the bed, sated and gasping. Meena snuggled against Raj’s side, her heart still racing. “That was amazing,” she purred. “You can fuck me doggystyle any time.”

Raj chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I thought you’d never ask. But seriously, I’ve been a fool for neglecting you, Meena. Let’s make sure we keep that bedrock relationship strong with some… regular releases, shall we?”

Meena giggled. “Definitely. Because, as I’ve always said, a happy wife makes a very satisfied husband.”