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Noor broke out her camera and said, “Let’s get a picture.” I knew immediately what she was up to. I wasn’t paranoid. She wanted a photo of me with the guy who fucked my wife in the past. “I’m going to pass on photos,” I said, “I look ridiculous enough wearing this monkey suit on a summer Friday night..” “Oh come on, Ali, you look sharp,” Noor replied. “Well, I appreciate the compliment,” I said, “but I’ll rain check ” “I’ll rain check as well,” sheeza said, “I’m getting called
back to the table as it is.” “Oh come on. It’s one little photo. Humor me, it’s the last happy hour of the summer.” When Sheeza hesitated, Noor put her arm out for her to move in. Now Ashley was standing beside Asish. “Now come on ali, pose next to Ashley.” I felt fucked and didn’t know what to say. Noor reached her arm out to me saying “C’mon, get in there, you look great.” Suddenly I’m standing beside Sheeza waiting for Noor to snap the photo. “One more time. Sheeza was blinking.” And so I grinned and endured it again. I put my arm around her and then Sheexa put his arm around her as well. “This looks great,” Noor said as she showed it to us. I took a quick glance at the five of us posing and passed the camera back to Noor . I acted like it was no big deal. It was just a photo. But Noor had a self-satisfied grin. I suspected she had been waiting for that opportunity to pose sheeza between me and asish.
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Ali found himself stuck in a conversation about AI advancements and blockchain with a group of professionals who were just as passionate as he was.
Man 1:"The way AI is evolving, I wouldn’t be surprised if it starts making business decisions better than CEOs."
Man 2:"Yeah, but there’s always the ethical dilemma. AI can optimize for efficiency, but can it truly replace human judgment?"
Ali: "Exactly. AI is great for pattern recognition, but decision-making? That’s still a very human trait. No matter how good it gets, intuition and experience play a huge role."
The discussion flowed smoothly, and for the first time that evening, Ali was genuinely engaged. He even forgot the time.
Then, instinctively, he glanced around. Sheeza wasn’t where she had been earlier. His chest tightened. He scanned the room again.
Asish was missing too.
His palms started sweating.
He checked his watch. How long had he been standing here? Five minutes? Ten?
Just as his mind started racing, he saw her.
Sheeza was walking back into the room with Noor, laughing at something.
His eyes darted to her face—was she blushing?
His throat felt dry, but he forced himself to stay calm.
He walked up to them, masking his unease. "Where were you two?"
Noor smirked, tilting her head. "Relax, husband-of-the-year, we just went to check out the upstairs lounge. They’ve got an amazing view."
Sheeza nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, it’s really nice up there. You should see it."
Ali studied her face. Something about the way she spoke—casual, but avoiding his gaze—made his gut churn.
Noor leaned in slightly. "Missed us already?" she teased, winking.
Ali chuckled dryly. "Just making sure my wife isn’t getting lost at her own best friend’s party."
Sheeza rolled her eyes playfully. "I think I can handle myself, Ali."
Noor smirked again, this time looking past him—almost knowingly. "Oh, I bet you can."
Ali clenched his jaw. Whatever had happened in those missing minutes, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
Car Ride – Silence Fills the Air
Ali gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening as he stared at the road ahead. Sheeza stole a glance at him. He was tense, jaw clenched, eyes distant.
She shifted in her seat. "Ali… what's wrong?"
He didn’t answer immediately, just exhaled sharply. "Nothing."
She frowned. "Don’t do that. I know when something’s bothering you."
Ali scoffed lightly, shaking his head. "Do you? Because sometimes I wonder how much I really know about you."
Sheeza’s brows knitted together. "What’s that supposed to mean?"
Ali drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "I just... I just keep thinking about how you always told me you never had a boyfriend before me. That I was your first. But tonight… seeing you with Asish, the way you blushed, the way you two spoke—it didn’t seem like just ‘old college friends.’"
Sheeza stiffened. "Ali—"
He cut her off. "Was he your bf?"
He saw her face changed,she didn't answer him for few seconds.
She inhaled sharply, turning to him. "Ali, it was… a long time ago. Before I met you."
He let out a bitter chuckle. "That’s not what I asked."
Sheeza hesitated, then looked down at her hands. "Yes… back then. But I was young. It wasn’t love, not like what we have."
Ali clenched his jaw. "Then why lie? Why tell me you never had anyone before me?"
She bit her lip. "Because I was scared. Scared that if you knew, you’d look at me differently. I was sacred that our marriage will not take place.I was sacred of loosing you.
She took his hand
Ali, you’re my husband. My everything. What I had before… it was nothing compared to what we have now."
Ali stayed silent, processing her words.
She reached over, placing her hand on his. "I love you, Ali. Only you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you."
His grip on the wheel loosened slightly. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
Finally, he turned to her, his eyes softer now. "I just… I just wish you trusted me enough to be honest."
She squeezed his hand. "I do trust you. And I promise, there’s nothing in my past that could ever change the way I feel about you."
Ali exhaled, the tension in his chest easing. He didn’t have all the answers, but in that moment, as she looked at him with those deep, sincere eyes—he believed her.
In home
Sheeza stood in front of the mirror, fingers teasing the pin of her pallu before letting it slip down her arm. The silky fabric cascaded down, exposing the creamy expanse of her back and the soft curve of her waist. Ali’s eyes darkened with he took in the sight of his wife whom he was angry few hours ago.
Her full, round ass, barely hidden beneath the sheer fabric of her saree, jiggled slightly as she moved. The saree clung to her curves, outlining the dip of her waist and the swell of her hips. His cock twitched in his pants as he watched her walk toward him, he rarely get to see her in saree but whenever she wears his cock react the same way.
When she reached him, she leaned down, pressing her warm lips against his. It started as a soft kiss, but Ali wasn’t in the mood for soft. His hands shot up, grabbing her ass through the thin saree, kneading her flesh greedily. She let out a breathy moan against his lips, her hips instinctively grinding against him.
"Ali..." she whispered, her voice breathy, needy.
His lips trailed down her neck, sucking on the delicate skin, marking her. She rarely initiate sex, tonight is such night.
She shivered as his tongue flicked against her collarbone. "I just... I want you,my love" she moaned.
his fingers slipping under the folds of her saree, teasing the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "You looks so sexy in saree ,jaan"
She whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders as he pulled her onto his lap, spreading her legs wide over his thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, the dampness soaking through the thin fabric of her panties.
HE groaned, rubbing his fingers over the damp spot. She gasped, shaking her head.
Ali didn’t need any more encouragement. He pushed the saree aside, his fingers slipping beneath her panties, finding her dripping and desperate for him. With a growl, he captured her lips again, knowing that tonight, he was going to reclaim every inch of his wife making her forget about her ex.
.Sheeza stood before him, her breath uneven, her fingers trembling as they worked to unbutton his shirt. She hesitated for a second, biting her lip, before finally peeling it off, revealing chest.
Then, she stepped back, her hands moving to the pleats of her saree. With slow, deliberate movements, she unwrapped the maroon fabric from her body, letting it fall in a pool at her feet. Now, she stood before him in just her blouse and petticoat, her curves barely concealed. Ali’s throat went dry at the sight.
She turned slightly, her hips swaying as she loosened the strings of her petticoat. The soft garment slid down her legs, revealing the delicious swell of her ass, round and perky, the perfect handful. His cock twitched painfully as he watched her, already rock hard, throbbing in anticipation.
Ali pushed his pants down, kicking them off, standing fully naked and unashamed of how hard he was for her. Sheeza gasped, her gaze locking onto aching cock her lips parting slightly.
Still wearing her blouse, she reached for the buttons with shaky fingers, undoing them one by one until the fabric gaped open, revealing her smooth, honey-colored skin. She let it slip from her shoulders, baring the tight, black bra that cupped her ample breasts, pressing them together in the most tantalizing way.
Ali couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her body was pure perfection—wide, womanly hips built for being grabbed, thick, toned thighs that would feel heavenly wrapped around his waist, and a narrow, sinfully sexy waist that accentuated the tempting curve of her hourglass figure. Her breasts, round and firm, strained against the confines of her bra, her hardened nipples faintly visible through the fabric.
His fingers twitched with the urge to rip that last piece of clothing away.
"Fuck, Sheeza," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You look so damn hot."
She flushed, her gaze dipping shyly even as her body betrayed her, shifting toward him with unspoken need.
"You’re so perfect," he murmured, stepping closer, his hands sliding over her bare waist, feeling the heat of her skin under his touch. "Every inch of you."
His fingers trailed lower, gripping her hips firmly, pulling her against him so she could feel just how hard he was for her.
She let out a soft, breathy moan as he pressed against her, their bodies barely separated by the last remaining scrap of clothing.
"Ali…" she whispered, her voice laced with desire.
Ali smirked, his hands slipping lower. "I think it's time we get rid of these, don’t you?" He tugged at the waistband of her panties, watching as she shivered under his touch.
In home
Sheeza stood in front of the mirror, fingers teasing the pin of her pallu before letting it slip down her arm. The silky fabric cascaded down, exposing the creamy expanse of her back and the soft curve of her waist. Ali’s eyes darkened with he took in the sight of his wife whom he was angry few hours ago.
Her full, round ass, barely hidden beneath the sheer fabric of her saree, jiggled slightly as she moved. The saree clung to her curves, outlining the dip of her waist and the swell of her hips. His cock twitched in his pants as he watched her walk toward him, he rarely get to see her in saree but whenever she wears his cock react the same way.
When she reached him, she leaned down, pressing her warm lips against his. It started as a soft kiss, but Ali wasn’t in the mood for soft. His hands shot up, grabbing her ass through the thin saree, kneading her flesh greedily. She let out a breathy moan against his lips, her hips instinctively grinding against him.
"Ali..." she whispered, her voice breathy, needy.
His lips trailed down her neck, sucking on the delicate skin, marking her. She rarely initiate sex, tonight is such night.
She shivered as his tongue flicked against her collarbone. "I just... I want you,my love" she moaned.
his fingers slipping under the folds of her saree, teasing the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "You looks so sexy in saree ,jaan"
She whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders as he pulled her onto his lap, spreading her legs wide over his thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, the dampness soaking through the thin fabric of her panties.
HE groaned, rubbing his fingers over the damp spot. She gasped, shaking her head.
Ali didn’t need any more encouragement. He pushed the saree aside, his fingers slipping beneath her panties, finding her dripping and desperate for him. With a growl, he captured her lips again, knowing that tonight, he was going to reclaim every inch of his wife making her forget about her ex.
.Sheeza stood before him, her breath uneven, her fingers trembling as they worked to unbutton his shirt. She hesitated for a second, biting her lip, before finally peeling it off, revealing chest.
Then, she stepped back, her hands moving to the pleats of her saree. With slow, deliberate movements, she unwrapped the maroon fabric from her body, letting it fall in a pool at her feet. Now, she stood before him in just her blouse and petticoat, her curves barely concealed. Ali’s throat went dry at the sight.
She turned slightly, her hips swaying as she loosened the strings of her petticoat. The soft garment slid down her legs, revealing the delicious swell of her ass, round and perky, the perfect handful. His cock twitched painfully as he watched her, already rock hard, throbbing in anticipation.
Ali pushed his pants down, kicking them off, standing fully naked and unashamed of how hard he was for her. Sheeza gasped, her gaze locking onto aching cock her lips parting slightly.
Still wearing her blouse, she reached for the buttons with shaky fingers, undoing them one by one until the fabric gaped open, revealing her smooth, honey-colored skin. She let it slip from her shoulders, baring the tight, black bra that cupped her ample breasts, pressing them together in the most tantalizing way.
Ali couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her body was pure perfection—wide, womanly hips built for being grabbed, thick, toned thighs that would feel heavenly wrapped around his waist, and a narrow, sinfully sexy waist that accentuated the tempting curve of her hourglass figure. Her breasts, round and firm, strained against the confines of her bra, her hardened nipples faintly visible through the fabric.
His fingers twitched with the urge to rip that last piece of clothing away.
"Fuck, Sheeza," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You look so damn hot."
She flushed, her gaze dipping shyly even as her body betrayed her, shifting toward him with unspoken need.
"You’re so perfect," he murmured, stepping closer, his hands sliding over her bare waist, feeling the heat of her skin under his touch. "Every inch of you."
His fingers trailed lower, gripping her hips firmly, pulling her against him so she could feel just how hard he was for her.
She let out a soft, breathy moan as he pressed against her, their bodies barely separated by the last remaining scrap of clothing.
"Ali…" she whispered, her voice laced with desire.
Ali smirked, his hands slipping lower. "I think it's time we get rid of these, don’t you?" He tugged at the waistband of her panties, watching as she shivered under his touch.
She stopped him, placing a delicate hand on his chest, her breath warm against his lips.
"Jaan, tonight... let me make love to you."
Ali swallowed hard. His wife rarely took charge like this. Seeing her in nothing but her lacy bra and tight little panty—her wide hips curving deliciously, her full thighs teasing just a hint of softness, that smooth waist leading up to her sizeable, perky breasts—was enough to make him throb painfully.
Her soft fingers found his cock, small but achingly stiff, twitching in her grip. She ran her palm slowly up the length, her touch featherlight yet deliberate. Ali gasped, his body tensing. Sheeza’s dark, kohl-rimmed eyes were locked onto him, full of something he rarely saw—hunger.
"You like when I touch you like this, don’t you?" she whispered, her voice sultry.
Ali could only nod, his breath hitching as she wrapped her fingers fully around him. She began to stroke, her motions slow, teasing, like she was savoring the feel of him. Her nails scbangd lightly against his sensitive skin, sending shivers up his spine.
"God, you’re so hard already," she murmured, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw. Her warm breath tickled his ear as she whispered, "I want to please my husband tonight."
Her words sent a jolt through him. H
e’d always wanted her to open up like this—to take control, to show her passion freely. And now, as she knelt before him, her fingers tightening ever so slightly around his pulsing length, Ali felt utterly at her mercy.
Then, she did the unexpected.
She brought her soft, warm lips to his swollen tip and kissed it. A shudder ran through his body. Ali barely had time to process the sensation before she parted her lips and took him fully into her mouth.
A strangled moan escaped his throat.
Sheeza was on her knees, her lips stretched around his throbbing cock. He felt the wet heat of her tongue swirling around his sensitive head, her soft lips sealing around his shaft. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming.
Wet, lewd sounds filled the room as she worked him in deeper. Her head bobbed slowly, teasingly, her warm breath hot against his skin. Ali looked down, watching as her face disappeared between his thighs, her dark hair cascading around her like a curtain.
"Sheeza…" He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair.
She hummed in response, sending vibrations straight through his length. Her tongue flicked against the underside, tracing every ridge and vein. She was taking her time, savoring him, her soft hands gripping his thighs for support as she sucked him deeper.
She flickered her tongue over his sensitive tip, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes. Ali’s breath hitched, his thighs tensed—he was too close, too overwhelmed.
"Sheeza… stop, I—" His words broke into a strangled groan.
But she didn’t stop.
Her warm, wet mouth wrapped tighter around him, her tongue swirling, sucking him with sinful expertise. The lewd slurping sounds, the sight of her lips stretched around his cock, the way her eyes met his—it was too much.
His body stiffened. A sharp, shuddering gasp escaped him as he came, spurting into her mouth.
Sheeza pulled back instantly, letting his release spill onto her tongue before she spat it out onto the floor, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
Ali watched, breathless, his heart pounding. His modest, demure wife had just taken him in her mouth—and now she sat before him, panting, her lips swollen and glistening.
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s cock twitched at the sight.
back to the table as it is.” “Oh come on. It’s one little photo. Humor me, it’s the last happy hour of the summer.” When Sheeza hesitated, Noor put her arm out for her to move in. Now Ashley was standing beside Asish. “Now come on ali, pose next to Ashley.” I felt fucked and didn’t know what to say. Noor reached her arm out to me saying “C’mon, get in there, you look great.” Suddenly I’m standing beside Sheeza waiting for Noor to snap the photo. “One more time. Sheeza was blinking.” And so I grinned and endured it again. I put my arm around her and then Sheexa put his arm around her as well. “This looks great,” Noor said as she showed it to us. I took a quick glance at the five of us posing and passed the camera back to Noor . I acted like it was no big deal. It was just a photo. But Noor had a self-satisfied grin. I suspected she had been waiting for that opportunity to pose sheeza between me and asish.
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Ali found himself stuck in a conversation about AI advancements and blockchain with a group of professionals who were just as passionate as he was.
Man 1:"The way AI is evolving, I wouldn’t be surprised if it starts making business decisions better than CEOs."
Man 2:"Yeah, but there’s always the ethical dilemma. AI can optimize for efficiency, but can it truly replace human judgment?"
Ali: "Exactly. AI is great for pattern recognition, but decision-making? That’s still a very human trait. No matter how good it gets, intuition and experience play a huge role."
The discussion flowed smoothly, and for the first time that evening, Ali was genuinely engaged. He even forgot the time.
Then, instinctively, he glanced around. Sheeza wasn’t where she had been earlier. His chest tightened. He scanned the room again.
Asish was missing too.
His palms started sweating.
He checked his watch. How long had he been standing here? Five minutes? Ten?
Just as his mind started racing, he saw her.
Sheeza was walking back into the room with Noor, laughing at something.
His eyes darted to her face—was she blushing?
His throat felt dry, but he forced himself to stay calm.
He walked up to them, masking his unease. "Where were you two?"
Noor smirked, tilting her head. "Relax, husband-of-the-year, we just went to check out the upstairs lounge. They’ve got an amazing view."
Sheeza nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, it’s really nice up there. You should see it."
Ali studied her face. Something about the way she spoke—casual, but avoiding his gaze—made his gut churn.
Noor leaned in slightly. "Missed us already?" she teased, winking.
Ali chuckled dryly. "Just making sure my wife isn’t getting lost at her own best friend’s party."
Sheeza rolled her eyes playfully. "I think I can handle myself, Ali."
Noor smirked again, this time looking past him—almost knowingly. "Oh, I bet you can."
Ali clenched his jaw. Whatever had happened in those missing minutes, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
Car Ride – Silence Fills the Air
Ali gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening as he stared at the road ahead. Sheeza stole a glance at him. He was tense, jaw clenched, eyes distant.
She shifted in her seat. "Ali… what's wrong?"
He didn’t answer immediately, just exhaled sharply. "Nothing."
She frowned. "Don’t do that. I know when something’s bothering you."
Ali scoffed lightly, shaking his head. "Do you? Because sometimes I wonder how much I really know about you."
Sheeza’s brows knitted together. "What’s that supposed to mean?"
Ali drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "I just... I just keep thinking about how you always told me you never had a boyfriend before me. That I was your first. But tonight… seeing you with Asish, the way you blushed, the way you two spoke—it didn’t seem like just ‘old college friends.’"
Sheeza stiffened. "Ali—"
He cut her off. "Was he your bf?"
He saw her face changed,she didn't answer him for few seconds.
She inhaled sharply, turning to him. "Ali, it was… a long time ago. Before I met you."
He let out a bitter chuckle. "That’s not what I asked."
Sheeza hesitated, then looked down at her hands. "Yes… back then. But I was young. It wasn’t love, not like what we have."
Ali clenched his jaw. "Then why lie? Why tell me you never had anyone before me?"
She bit her lip. "Because I was scared. Scared that if you knew, you’d look at me differently. I was sacred that our marriage will not take place.I was sacred of loosing you.
She took his hand
Ali, you’re my husband. My everything. What I had before… it was nothing compared to what we have now."
Ali stayed silent, processing her words.
She reached over, placing her hand on his. "I love you, Ali. Only you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you."
His grip on the wheel loosened slightly. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
Finally, he turned to her, his eyes softer now. "I just… I just wish you trusted me enough to be honest."
She squeezed his hand. "I do trust you. And I promise, there’s nothing in my past that could ever change the way I feel about you."
Ali exhaled, the tension in his chest easing. He didn’t have all the answers, but in that moment, as she looked at him with those deep, sincere eyes—he believed her.
In home
Sheeza stood in front of the mirror, fingers teasing the pin of her pallu before letting it slip down her arm. The silky fabric cascaded down, exposing the creamy expanse of her back and the soft curve of her waist. Ali’s eyes darkened with he took in the sight of his wife whom he was angry few hours ago.
Her full, round ass, barely hidden beneath the sheer fabric of her saree, jiggled slightly as she moved. The saree clung to her curves, outlining the dip of her waist and the swell of her hips. His cock twitched in his pants as he watched her walk toward him, he rarely get to see her in saree but whenever she wears his cock react the same way.
When she reached him, she leaned down, pressing her warm lips against his. It started as a soft kiss, but Ali wasn’t in the mood for soft. His hands shot up, grabbing her ass through the thin saree, kneading her flesh greedily. She let out a breathy moan against his lips, her hips instinctively grinding against him.
"Ali..." she whispered, her voice breathy, needy.
His lips trailed down her neck, sucking on the delicate skin, marking her. She rarely initiate sex, tonight is such night.
She shivered as his tongue flicked against her collarbone. "I just... I want you,my love" she moaned.
his fingers slipping under the folds of her saree, teasing the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "You looks so sexy in saree ,jaan"
She whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders as he pulled her onto his lap, spreading her legs wide over his thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, the dampness soaking through the thin fabric of her panties.
HE groaned, rubbing his fingers over the damp spot. She gasped, shaking her head.
Ali didn’t need any more encouragement. He pushed the saree aside, his fingers slipping beneath her panties, finding her dripping and desperate for him. With a growl, he captured her lips again, knowing that tonight, he was going to reclaim every inch of his wife making her forget about her ex.
.Sheeza stood before him, her breath uneven, her fingers trembling as they worked to unbutton his shirt. She hesitated for a second, biting her lip, before finally peeling it off, revealing chest.
Then, she stepped back, her hands moving to the pleats of her saree. With slow, deliberate movements, she unwrapped the maroon fabric from her body, letting it fall in a pool at her feet. Now, she stood before him in just her blouse and petticoat, her curves barely concealed. Ali’s throat went dry at the sight.
She turned slightly, her hips swaying as she loosened the strings of her petticoat. The soft garment slid down her legs, revealing the delicious swell of her ass, round and perky, the perfect handful. His cock twitched painfully as he watched her, already rock hard, throbbing in anticipation.
Ali pushed his pants down, kicking them off, standing fully naked and unashamed of how hard he was for her. Sheeza gasped, her gaze locking onto aching cock her lips parting slightly.
Still wearing her blouse, she reached for the buttons with shaky fingers, undoing them one by one until the fabric gaped open, revealing her smooth, honey-colored skin. She let it slip from her shoulders, baring the tight, black bra that cupped her ample breasts, pressing them together in the most tantalizing way.
Ali couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her body was pure perfection—wide, womanly hips built for being grabbed, thick, toned thighs that would feel heavenly wrapped around his waist, and a narrow, sinfully sexy waist that accentuated the tempting curve of her hourglass figure. Her breasts, round and firm, strained against the confines of her bra, her hardened nipples faintly visible through the fabric.
His fingers twitched with the urge to rip that last piece of clothing away.
"Fuck, Sheeza," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You look so damn hot."
She flushed, her gaze dipping shyly even as her body betrayed her, shifting toward him with unspoken need.
"You’re so perfect," he murmured, stepping closer, his hands sliding over her bare waist, feeling the heat of her skin under his touch. "Every inch of you."
His fingers trailed lower, gripping her hips firmly, pulling her against him so she could feel just how hard he was for her.
She let out a soft, breathy moan as he pressed against her, their bodies barely separated by the last remaining scrap of clothing.
"Ali…" she whispered, her voice laced with desire.
Ali smirked, his hands slipping lower. "I think it's time we get rid of these, don’t you?" He tugged at the waistband of her panties, watching as she shivered under his touch.
In home
Sheeza stood in front of the mirror, fingers teasing the pin of her pallu before letting it slip down her arm. The silky fabric cascaded down, exposing the creamy expanse of her back and the soft curve of her waist. Ali’s eyes darkened with he took in the sight of his wife whom he was angry few hours ago.
Her full, round ass, barely hidden beneath the sheer fabric of her saree, jiggled slightly as she moved. The saree clung to her curves, outlining the dip of her waist and the swell of her hips. His cock twitched in his pants as he watched her walk toward him, he rarely get to see her in saree but whenever she wears his cock react the same way.
When she reached him, she leaned down, pressing her warm lips against his. It started as a soft kiss, but Ali wasn’t in the mood for soft. His hands shot up, grabbing her ass through the thin saree, kneading her flesh greedily. She let out a breathy moan against his lips, her hips instinctively grinding against him.
"Ali..." she whispered, her voice breathy, needy.
His lips trailed down her neck, sucking on the delicate skin, marking her. She rarely initiate sex, tonight is such night.
She shivered as his tongue flicked against her collarbone. "I just... I want you,my love" she moaned.
his fingers slipping under the folds of her saree, teasing the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "You looks so sexy in saree ,jaan"
She whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders as he pulled her onto his lap, spreading her legs wide over his thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, the dampness soaking through the thin fabric of her panties.
HE groaned, rubbing his fingers over the damp spot. She gasped, shaking her head.
Ali didn’t need any more encouragement. He pushed the saree aside, his fingers slipping beneath her panties, finding her dripping and desperate for him. With a growl, he captured her lips again, knowing that tonight, he was going to reclaim every inch of his wife making her forget about her ex.
.Sheeza stood before him, her breath uneven, her fingers trembling as they worked to unbutton his shirt. She hesitated for a second, biting her lip, before finally peeling it off, revealing chest.
Then, she stepped back, her hands moving to the pleats of her saree. With slow, deliberate movements, she unwrapped the maroon fabric from her body, letting it fall in a pool at her feet. Now, she stood before him in just her blouse and petticoat, her curves barely concealed. Ali’s throat went dry at the sight.
She turned slightly, her hips swaying as she loosened the strings of her petticoat. The soft garment slid down her legs, revealing the delicious swell of her ass, round and perky, the perfect handful. His cock twitched painfully as he watched her, already rock hard, throbbing in anticipation.
Ali pushed his pants down, kicking them off, standing fully naked and unashamed of how hard he was for her. Sheeza gasped, her gaze locking onto aching cock her lips parting slightly.
Still wearing her blouse, she reached for the buttons with shaky fingers, undoing them one by one until the fabric gaped open, revealing her smooth, honey-colored skin. She let it slip from her shoulders, baring the tight, black bra that cupped her ample breasts, pressing them together in the most tantalizing way.
Ali couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her body was pure perfection—wide, womanly hips built for being grabbed, thick, toned thighs that would feel heavenly wrapped around his waist, and a narrow, sinfully sexy waist that accentuated the tempting curve of her hourglass figure. Her breasts, round and firm, strained against the confines of her bra, her hardened nipples faintly visible through the fabric.
His fingers twitched with the urge to rip that last piece of clothing away.
"Fuck, Sheeza," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You look so damn hot."
She flushed, her gaze dipping shyly even as her body betrayed her, shifting toward him with unspoken need.
"You’re so perfect," he murmured, stepping closer, his hands sliding over her bare waist, feeling the heat of her skin under his touch. "Every inch of you."
His fingers trailed lower, gripping her hips firmly, pulling her against him so she could feel just how hard he was for her.
She let out a soft, breathy moan as he pressed against her, their bodies barely separated by the last remaining scrap of clothing.
"Ali…" she whispered, her voice laced with desire.
Ali smirked, his hands slipping lower. "I think it's time we get rid of these, don’t you?" He tugged at the waistband of her panties, watching as she shivered under his touch.
She stopped him, placing a delicate hand on his chest, her breath warm against his lips.
"Jaan, tonight... let me make love to you."
Ali swallowed hard. His wife rarely took charge like this. Seeing her in nothing but her lacy bra and tight little panty—her wide hips curving deliciously, her full thighs teasing just a hint of softness, that smooth waist leading up to her sizeable, perky breasts—was enough to make him throb painfully.
Her soft fingers found his cock, small but achingly stiff, twitching in her grip. She ran her palm slowly up the length, her touch featherlight yet deliberate. Ali gasped, his body tensing. Sheeza’s dark, kohl-rimmed eyes were locked onto him, full of something he rarely saw—hunger.
"You like when I touch you like this, don’t you?" she whispered, her voice sultry.
Ali could only nod, his breath hitching as she wrapped her fingers fully around him. She began to stroke, her motions slow, teasing, like she was savoring the feel of him. Her nails scbangd lightly against his sensitive skin, sending shivers up his spine.
"God, you’re so hard already," she murmured, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw. Her warm breath tickled his ear as she whispered, "I want to please my husband tonight."
Her words sent a jolt through him. H
e’d always wanted her to open up like this—to take control, to show her passion freely. And now, as she knelt before him, her fingers tightening ever so slightly around his pulsing length, Ali felt utterly at her mercy.
Then, she did the unexpected.
She brought her soft, warm lips to his swollen tip and kissed it. A shudder ran through his body. Ali barely had time to process the sensation before she parted her lips and took him fully into her mouth.
A strangled moan escaped his throat.
Sheeza was on her knees, her lips stretched around his throbbing cock. He felt the wet heat of her tongue swirling around his sensitive head, her soft lips sealing around his shaft. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming.
Wet, lewd sounds filled the room as she worked him in deeper. Her head bobbed slowly, teasingly, her warm breath hot against his skin. Ali looked down, watching as her face disappeared between his thighs, her dark hair cascading around her like a curtain.
"Sheeza…" He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair.
She hummed in response, sending vibrations straight through his length. Her tongue flicked against the underside, tracing every ridge and vein. She was taking her time, savoring him, her soft hands gripping his thighs for support as she sucked him deeper.
She flickered her tongue over his sensitive tip, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes. Ali’s breath hitched, his thighs tensed—he was too close, too overwhelmed.
"Sheeza… stop, I—" His words broke into a strangled groan.
But she didn’t stop.
Her warm, wet mouth wrapped tighter around him, her tongue swirling, sucking him with sinful expertise. The lewd slurping sounds, the sight of her lips stretched around his cock, the way her eyes met his—it was too much.
His body stiffened. A sharp, shuddering gasp escaped him as he came, spurting into her mouth.
Sheeza pulled back instantly, letting his release spill onto her tongue before she spat it out onto the floor, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
Ali watched, breathless, his heart pounding. His modest, demure wife had just taken him in her mouth—and now she sat before him, panting, her lips swollen and glistening.
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