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But she knows very well interior design also. She will do some contracts also.

She’d already proven she had the skills to go up against the big boys, landing contract after contract with

the different Interior designing companies around in Mumbai.

“Okay...” Athidhi turned to look at the kitchen sink again, staring at the plumber busy at his work oblivious to

 “Maybe just a little.” Then she turned to Kamal,

serious. “But you know I’d never do more than look, right?”


But after that scene suddenly kamal strike a horniness in his mind.


Something dark rippled through Kamal. . The reason he teased her about looking at other men was.... he liked it when she did.

It was like he didn’t want to share his wife with anyone. No way. At least, he was pretty sure he didn’t. But the

idea of her sneaking the plumber into the house while he was away, his brutish, dark skinned, sweaty body

rutting into hers on the couch... he closed his eyes for a second, feeling the whisper of sensation down the

length of his cock as it prepared to stiffen....and hard.....

He pushed the thought away. It was just a fantasy, nothing more. Just idle speculation, normal after three

years of marriage and three years together before that. It didn’t mean anything.

“I know,” he told her. He leaned across the table and kissed her, slow and unhurried, relishing the softness of

her lips. He’d always loved her mouth, her lips so full, like satin pillows. And when she closed her eyes to kiss

him, her long lashes made her look dreamily seductive, without her even trying. They were having breakfast,

still in night attires, but even without make-up she was gorgeous.

As the plumber finished his work Athidhi paid him and he left.