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The sultry Indian beauty reclined on the plush hotel bed, her ample bosom heaving with anticipation as she awaited her husband’s return from his business trip. Meena had always been a loyal and devout wife, but recently, her obedience had been tested by the sordid desires that crept into her mind. Thoughts of illicit encounters with strangers, of debasing herself for the pleasure of others, had kept her up at night, her body burning with shameful cravings.

As the door clicked open, Meena sat up, her long dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders. “Welcome back, darling,” she purred, rising to greet him in nothing more than a skimpy lace negligee. “Did you miss me?”

Her husband, hardly able to contain his surprise at her barely-there attire, was quick to take her into his arms. “Of course, my love,” he breathed, his hands roaming her curvy figure. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve been craving your touch.”

Meena smiled coyly as she guided him to the bed, gently pushing him down onto the plush mattress. “I’ve been a good wife, haven’t I,” she murmured, crawling atop him. “Always faithful, always obedient…”

She traced a perfectly manicured finger down his chest, toying with the hair there. “But what if I told you I’ve been thinking of being bad?”

The husband’s eyes widened in shock, but Meena silenced him with a kiss, her tongue delving into his mouth as she ground her hips against his. She could feel his arousal growing beneath her, his cock straining against his slacks. “Shhh,” she whispered against his lips. “Just let me take care of you.”

With nimble fingers, she unzipped his fly, freeing his aching member from its confines. Meena licked her lips hungrily as she gazed upon it, her heart pounding with excitement. She had sucked him off many times before, but never with the hunger that consumed her now.

Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, her plump lips stretching around his girth. She relished the feel of him on her tongue, the weight of him in her throat as she swallowed him whole. “Mmmm,” she hummed around his length, sending vibrations cascading through him.

Her husband could only groan in response, his hands fisting in her hair as she worked him with a renewed passion. Meena bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each sweep, her breasts bouncing with the motion. She could feel her pussy growing wet, aching to be filled.

As if sensing her need, her husband pulled her off his cock and onto her back. He hiked up her negligee, revealing her glistening slit. “Look how wet you are,” he growled, plunging two fingers into her depths. “My naughty little wife, so desperate to be fucked.”

Meena cried out in pleasure, her hips bucking against his hand as he fingered her roughly. She could feel her orgasm building, her walls clenching around him. But just as she was on the cusp of release, he withdrew, leaving her empty and wanting.

“Please, darling,” she begged, writhing beneath him. “I need you inside me.”

Her husband grinned wickedly, positioning himself at her entrance. “Beg for it,” he commanded, teasing her with the tip of his cock.

“Fuck me,” Meena whimpered, spreading her legs wider. “Fuck me like the slut I am. I need your cock, I need it so badly!”

With a animalistic growl, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt. Meena screamed in ecstasy, her body arching off the bed as he pounded into her. The headboard banged against the wall with each fierce thrust, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper as he ravaged her. Meena could feel the wickedness within her fully unleashed now, reveling in the depravity of the moment. She had always been the picture of propriety, but now, she was reborn as a wanton harlot, consumption by carnal lust.

“Harder,” she demanded, fingering her clit as he fucked her. “Punish this naughty pussy! Make me regret tempting you!”

Her husband obliged, fucking her with wild abandon. He gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, slamming into her with a force that threatened to shatter her very soul. Meena could feel her pleasure building to unimaginable heights, her impending climax threatening to consume her.

With a final, brutal thrust, she came undone, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed her release. Her husband followed suit, spurting his hot seed deep within her, marking her as his own. They collapsed together in a sweaty, panting heap, their bodies entwined.

As the afterglow faded, Meena realized the truth of her desires. She wasn’t just some dutiful wife, but a temptress, a siren, ensnaring men with her charms. And there was no going back now. She had fully embraced her newfound wickedness, and she would never stop craving more.