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Deep in the sweltering heart of India, in a modest suburban home, a stunning woman named Priya was living a double life. By day, she was the perfect wife – cooking sumptuous meals for her hardworking husband, maintaining their home with impeccable tidiness, and keeping up appearances at social gatherings. But once the moon rose and Asha fell into a deep slumber, Priya’s true nature emerged like a tigress hungry for her mate’s prey.

One sultry evening, Asha returned home from a grueling day at the office, craving nothing more than a hot meal and a long shower. As he entered the house, the delicious aroma of curry spices wafted through the air, making his stomach growl with anticipation. He kicked off his worn loafers and unbuttoned his shirt collar, the cool night air a welcome relief on his sweat-drenched skin.

“That smells wonderful, jaan!” Asha called out, his voice echoing through the quiet house. “I’m absolutely famished after today.”

Priya emerged from the kitchen, her hips swaying sensuously beneath a thin, beige sari that hugged her curves like a lover’s embrace. Her dark hair was a wild vortex around her shoulders, and her kohl-lined eyes sparkled with mischief. Asha’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, a familiar ache stirring in his loins.

“But first, I thought I’d give you a little something to tide you over,” Priya purred, closing the distance between them. She reached up and loosened Asha’s tie, her fingers grazing his neck and sending a shiver down his spine. “I know how hard you work for me, and I want to show you my appreciation.”

Asha’s breath hitched in his throat as Priya sunk to her knees, her skilled hands making quick work of his belt and zipper. His hard length sprung free, thick and swollen with desire. Priya’s tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive underside of his manhood and making him gasp. She took him into her warm, wet mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she began to bob her head.

“Oh Gods, Priya…!” Asha groaned, his hands fisting in her silky hair. He watched in awe as she deep throated him, taking every inch of his substantial size with ease. Her throat convulsed around him, milking his cock as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked.

Priya’s amber eyes locked with Asha’s, smoldering with lust as she worshipped his cock. She released him with a wet pop, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. With her other hand, she gathered the hem of her sari and lifted the tempting fabric, revealing glistening, plump folds.

“Look how wet I am for you, Asha,” Priya sighed, rubbing her drenched pussy as she took him back into her mouth. “I can’t wait anymore… I need you inside me.”

Asha hauled Priya up and spun her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. He hiked up her sari and steadily pushed two thick fingers into her soaked cunt, groaning at the delicious tightness. Priya was practically dripping, her arousal coating his fingers and dripping down her thighs.

“Fuck me, Asha,” Priya whimpered desperately, pushing her hips back to meet his fingers. “Please, I’m begging you… I need your big cock inside me!”

Asha needed no further encouragement. He lined up the bulbous head of his cock and slowly pushed inside, practically seeing stars as Priya’s sodden walls gripped him like a vice. He grabbed her hips in a bruising grip and began to pound into her, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with Priya’s wanton moans.

“Harder, Asha!” Priya cried out, slamming her hips back to meet his frantic thrusts. “Fuck me harder! I want to feel you for days!”

Asha sank his teeth into the tender skin of Priya’s neck, relishing the salty intoxication of her skin. He thrust deeper, harder, as bestial grunts pulled from his throat. Priya’s pussy clenched around him, her arousal streaming down his thighs as he fucked her their brains out.

“I’m close, Priya…” Asha warned through gritted teeth, sweat pouring down his face with the effort of his frantic fucking. “I’m going to fill your sweet cunt with my seed!”

“Yesssss!” Priya hissed, throwing her head back and crying out in ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her. “Come inside me, Asha! Paint me with your cum!”

With a roar, Asha slammed into Priya’s fluttering cunt and erupted. Thick, heavy spurts of his hot cum coated Priya’s writhing walls, filling her to the brim as she milked him for every last drop. Asha collapsed against her back, panting like a man possessed.

“Fuck, Priya…” he breathed, kissing her sweat-soaked neck tenderly. “Every time with you is better than the last. How do you do it?”

Priya chuckled breathily, carefully dislodging Asha’s softening manhood from her cream-pied pussy. She turned in his arms and pulled him down for a slow, tender kiss.

“It’s because we have this, jaan,” she said softly, cupping his cheek. “Whenever life gets in the way, we always have this special bond between us. The love we share is timeless, greater than any small hardships.”

Asha hummed thoughtfully, tucking a strand of hair behind Priya’s ear. “You know, sometimes I wonder how lucky I am to be blessed with a wife as loving, as passionate, as you. You fill my life with so much joy and helicopter vibes, I don’t think I could be any happier.”

Priya laughed, clapping her hands over her heart. “Oh, Asha. You say the sweetest things! But you know, I’ve been thinking… maybe we could make some changes around here? Kind of spice things us? I was thinking-”

“Absolutely not!” Asha said firmly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “No, no, we’re not discussing this further. Now, let’s eat some of that delicious curry you made. And after dinner… I want to bend you over the dining table and fuck you again.”

Priya giggled and pecked Asha on the lips. “And then it’s shopping for a new toy? I saw an ad for this amazing new vibrator-”

Asha shot her a teasing look as he headed for the bathroom to wash up, throwing his wife a wink. “Oh, I see how it is! You just want me to play with you. Well, too bad! Tough luck for you, lady! Unless… I have this friend who-”

“Asheeee!” Priya whined playfully, sticking her tongue out at him. Asha just laughed, shaking his head at their antics. Maybe they weren’t your typical happily-ever-after couple, but damn it, this was their twisted love story, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.