Fantasy Married Innocent Bengali Wife

[Indian True Lust stories]

Raj, ever the observant husband, noticed the tension in the room and the way Mohit's eyes lingered on Shweta. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Shweta, Mohit says Komilla might have some extra clothes for you. He's going to check with her."

Mohit nodded, his smile wicked and knowing. "Yes, I'll be right back with something for you to wear. Komilla has a few things that might fit you, though I can't promise they'll be perfect."

With that, Mohit left the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Shweta let out a sigh of relief, her body still humming with the aftereffects of her shower and the promise of what was to come.

Raj approached her, his arms wrapping around her in a comforting embrace. "Are you okay, Shweta? You seem a bit flushed."

Shweta nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine, Raj. Just a bit overwhelmed, that's all."

Just then, Mohit returned, a bralette and a small skirt in his hand. He held them up, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Komilla said these should fit you. Though I must say, I think you'd look even better in nothing at all."

Shweta blushed, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She took the clothes from Mohit, her fingers brushing against his, sending a spark of electricity through her body.

"Thank you, Mohit," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Mohit smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "My pleasure, Shweta. Always my pleasure."

As Shweta hurried towards the balcony, her heart raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The towel wrapped around her body clung to her curves, the fabric barely concealing her nakedness. She moved with a sense of urgency, her bare feet padding softly against the cool tiles of the floor. The balcony, a small, intimate space, seemed to beckon her, offering a moment of respite from the charged atmosphere inside the room.

Mohit, ever the observant and opportunistic lover, noticed her movement and followed her with a predatory grace. His eyes, dark and intense, never left her as he approached, his presence a tangible force that seemed to fill the small space. The balcony, barely large enough for one person to stand comfortably, became a cramped, intimate enclosure as he joined her, his body pressing close to hers.

Shweta's breath hitched as Mohit stood behind her, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating. She could feel the heat of his body, the firm press of his chest against her back, and the hard length of him against her ass. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and seductive. "You look stunning, Shweta," he murmured, his voice a low, sensual purr. "Absolutely irresistible."



Shweta froze, her body tensing as a wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. The proximity to Mohit, the intimacy of their position, and the knowledge that Raj was just a few feet away sent her senses into overdrive. She could feel the pounding of her heart, the rush of blood in her ears, and the throb of desire between her thighs. Yet, the thought of Raj discovering them in this compromising position filled her with a mix of fear and guilt.

Mohit, sensing her hesitation, began to explore her body with a confident, possessive touch. His hands roamed over her shoulders, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her neck before tangling in her hair. He pulled her head back gently, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat. His lips found her pulse point, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.



Raj Saw something was going on in the balcony but could not get a better view of the thing So he thought of seeing what Mohit is playing with.

Raj : " Shweta darling, I am going downstairs. I am very hungry, You come with Mohit. "

Saying this Raj hid himself in the bathroom where a small window was there on the top through which a proper view of the balcony is visible without letting anyone know about his presence.

Shweta's eyes fluttered closed, her mind a whirlwind of sensations and thoughts. She could feel the roughness of Mohit's stubble against her sensitive skin, the wet heat of his mouth, and the firm press of his body against hers. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the towel, aching for his touch. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as his hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against the swell of her breasts.


Mohit's other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the hard length of his cock, the promise of pleasure that left her breathless with anticipation. He ground against her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body, making her ache with need.


Shweta's hands gripped the balcony railing, her knuckles turning white as she tried to maintain some semblance of control. Her body betrayed her, arching back into Mohit's touch, inviting more. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, the evidence of her arousal, and the growing need for release. 

Mohit's lips moved from her neck to her ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe before soothing the sting with his tongue. "You want this, Shweta," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive promise. "You want me to take you right here, right now. Don't deny it."

Shweta : " Please leave me Mohit, You are my friend Komilla's Husband. You should not be doing this with me. Moreover if Raj see us like this he will be extremely sad" 

Shweta's mind raced, a battle of desire and reason. She knew she should push him away, should maintain some sense of decency and loyalty to Raj. Yet, the allure of Mohit's touch, the promise of pleasure, and the thrill of the forbidden were too intoxicating to resist. She let out a soft, shuddering breath, her body melting into his embrace.




Mohit took her response as encouragement, his hands growing bolder, his touches more insistent. He untied the towel, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her naked body to the cool night air. His hands roamed over her curves, exploring every inch of her flesh with a reverent touch. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her lips.



Shweta's head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes closed as she surrendered to the sensations. Mohit's mouth found hers in a passionate, hungry kiss, his tongue exploring her depths, tasting her, claiming her. She kissed him back with equal fervor, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.



Mohit's hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass before sliding between her thighs. He found her wet and ready, her folds slick with desire. He teased her entrance, his fingers circling her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Shweta bucked against his touch, her hips moving of their own accord, seeking more.


Mohit chuckled against her lips, a low, knowing sound. "You're so wet, Shweta. So ready for me." He slipped a finger inside her, then another, stretching her, preparing her for his cock. 

Shweta moaned, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh Mooohitttt, shhhhhhh" her body clenching around his fingers, her hips moving in a rhythmic dance of desire. 

Meantime Shweta didn't realized that she is completely naked on the balcony in Mohit's grip and the towel which was barely covering her up is now lying on the balcony floor under Mohit's feet. She was soo lost in Mohit's touch all that she can say is " Mohit, Mohit,, no Mohit aahhhhhhhhh" 

The sound of a door opening and closing reached their ears, a distant murmur of voices, but neither of them paid it any mind. They were lost in their own world, a world of pleasure and passion, where nothing else mattered. Mohit continued to finger her, his thumb circling her clit, building her pleasure with each stroke.

Shweta's body tensed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared the edge of orgasm. Mohit, sensing her impending release, increased the pace of his fingers, his thumb pressing down on her clit, sending her spiraling over the edge. She cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation, her body shaking with the force of her release.



As the waves of pleasure subsided, Shweta leaned against Mohit, her body boneless and sated. He held her close, his arms wrapped around her, his lips pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder. "That was incredible, Shweta," he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "And we're just getting started."


Shweta's eyes fluttered open, her mind slowly returning to reality. The cool night air against her naked skin, the distant murmur of voices, and the firm press of Mohit's body against hers brought her back to the present. She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his, a mix of emotions swirling in their depths.