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As the night deepened, the farmhouse became a playground of pleasures, a sanctuary where desires were explored and boundaries were tested. Shweta, with Raj by her side, stepped into this world with an open heart and a willing spirit, ready to embrace the unknown and the pleasures that awaited her.
Raj, feeling the weight of the day, decided to take a shower to refresh himself. As the water cascaded over his body, he let out a sigh of relief, the tension of the journey slowly melting away. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, and made his way to the bedroom. There, he found a newspaper left on the bed, a remnant of the previous occupants. He settled into a chair, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the pages as he began to read.
Meanwhile, Shweta, exhausted from the long trip and the intense encounter with Mohit, retreated to the bathroom. The warm water of the shower enveloped her, a soothing balm to her aching muscles and weary soul. As she lathered her body, her hands lingered on the places where Mohit had touched her, the memory of his passion still fresh in her mind.
Her fingers traced the contours of her body, exploring the curves and valleys that had been awakened by his touch. Unconsciously, her hand moved between her thighs, her fingers finding the sensitive flesh that still throbbed with desire. She let out a soft moan, the sound muffled by the spray of the shower, as she began to stroke herself, her body responding with a hunger that surprised her.
The touch of an unknown person in her husband's presence had left her with a sense of liberation, a freedom to explore her desires without the usual constraints. Her fingers moved with a newfound confidence, teasing and exploring, building the pleasure with each passing moment. She inserted two fingers into her wetness, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The water from the shower mixed with her arousal, creating a slick, inviting warmth that heightened her senses.
As she continued to finger herself, her other hand found its way to her breasts, squeezing and teasing the sensitive nipples until they stood erect and aching. She pinched them gently, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. Her fingers moved faster, deeper, her body arching with the intensity of the sensations.
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With a sudden surge of boldness, she inserted a third finger, the stretch and fill sending her over the edge. Her body trembled as the orgasm built, her muscles clenching and releasing with each wave of pleasure. She bit her lip to stifle her cries, her body shaking with the force of her release. The waterfall of her orgasm left her breathless, her body vibrating with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Shweta leaned against the shower wall, her body slick with water and sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The intensity of the experience left her dazed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations. She took a deep breath, her body still tingling with the remnants of her climax, and began to wash away the evidence of her pleasure.
As she stepped out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around her body, the soft fabric a comforting embrace. She took a moment to compose herself, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her experience. She applied lotion to her legs, the cool, soothing touch a welcome contrast to the heat of her body.
Just as she finished, she heard Raj's voice calling from outside the bathroom. "Shweta, how much longer will you be? I'm getting hungry, and I think dinner is about to start."
Shweta took a deep breath, her mind racing with thoughts of what to do next. Her saree and panties, spoiled by Mohit's passion, lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. She knew she couldn't wear them again without washing them, and the thought of Raj seeing the stains filled her with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
She quickly washed her clothes, her hands trembling slightly as she rinsed away the evidence of Mohit's desire. As she hung them up to dry, she wrapped the towel more securely around her body, ensuring that she was covered from boobs to her ass.
Raj called out again, his voice tinged with a hint of impatience. "Shweta, are you almost done? Mohit is here to escort us to dinner."
Shweta's heart raced as she opened the bathroom door, stepping out into the room where Raj and Mohit were waiting. She saw the hunger in Mohit's eyes, the unspoken promise of more to come, and felt a thrill of anticipation course through her veins.
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Raj, feeling the weight of the day, decided to take a shower to refresh himself. As the water cascaded over his body, he let out a sigh of relief, the tension of the journey slowly melting away. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, and made his way to the bedroom. There, he found a newspaper left on the bed, a remnant of the previous occupants. He settled into a chair, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the pages as he began to read.
Meanwhile, Shweta, exhausted from the long trip and the intense encounter with Mohit, retreated to the bathroom. The warm water of the shower enveloped her, a soothing balm to her aching muscles and weary soul. As she lathered her body, her hands lingered on the places where Mohit had touched her, the memory of his passion still fresh in her mind.
Her fingers traced the contours of her body, exploring the curves and valleys that had been awakened by his touch. Unconsciously, her hand moved between her thighs, her fingers finding the sensitive flesh that still throbbed with desire. She let out a soft moan, the sound muffled by the spray of the shower, as she began to stroke herself, her body responding with a hunger that surprised her.
The touch of an unknown person in her husband's presence had left her with a sense of liberation, a freedom to explore her desires without the usual constraints. Her fingers moved with a newfound confidence, teasing and exploring, building the pleasure with each passing moment. She inserted two fingers into her wetness, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The water from the shower mixed with her arousal, creating a slick, inviting warmth that heightened her senses.
As she continued to finger herself, her other hand found its way to her breasts, squeezing and teasing the sensitive nipples until they stood erect and aching. She pinched them gently, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. Her fingers moved faster, deeper, her body arching with the intensity of the sensations.
With a sudden surge of boldness, she inserted a third finger, the stretch and fill sending her over the edge. Her body trembled as the orgasm built, her muscles clenching and releasing with each wave of pleasure. She bit her lip to stifle her cries, her body shaking with the force of her release. The waterfall of her orgasm left her breathless, her body vibrating with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Shweta leaned against the shower wall, her body slick with water and sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The intensity of the experience left her dazed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations. She took a deep breath, her body still tingling with the remnants of her climax, and began to wash away the evidence of her pleasure.
As she stepped out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around her body, the soft fabric a comforting embrace. She took a moment to compose herself, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her experience. She applied lotion to her legs, the cool, soothing touch a welcome contrast to the heat of her body.
Just as she finished, she heard Raj's voice calling from outside the bathroom. "Shweta, how much longer will you be? I'm getting hungry, and I think dinner is about to start."
Shweta took a deep breath, her mind racing with thoughts of what to do next. Her saree and panties, spoiled by Mohit's passion, lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. She knew she couldn't wear them again without washing them, and the thought of Raj seeing the stains filled her with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
She quickly washed her clothes, her hands trembling slightly as she rinsed away the evidence of Mohit's desire. As she hung them up to dry, she wrapped the towel more securely around her body, ensuring that she was covered from boobs to her ass.
Raj called out again, his voice tinged with a hint of impatience. "Shweta, are you almost done? Mohit is here to escort us to dinner."
Shweta's heart raced as she opened the bathroom door, stepping out into the room where Raj and Mohit were waiting. She saw the hunger in Mohit's eyes, the unspoken promise of more to come, and felt a thrill of anticipation course through her veins.
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