01-02-2025, 09:05 AM
Aishwarya rai world famous miss world bollywood diva and her french overseas bodyguard frank swann who even helping her in bed overseas and fulfilling her husband abhishek duty of fucking her in his absence a secret private affair is turned sexual before her marriage and now it's been 15 years they doing it
The Secret Affair
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink as Aishwarya Rai stepped off the private jet. The air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the Indian heat she had left behind. She was a vision of elegance in her designer saree, her eyes hidden behind oversized sunglasses. Her bodyguard, Frank Swann, a tall, rugged Frenchman with piercing blue eyes, followed closely behind.
Frank had been with her for years, ever since her marriage to Abhishek Bachchan. He was more than just a bodyguard; he was a confidante, a protector, and sometimes, a secret lover. Their affair had started innocently enough, a stolen glance here, a lingering touch there. But it hadn't taken long for the spark to ignite into a full-blown flame.
Their first encounter had been in Paris, under the soft glow of the Eiffel Tower. Aishwarya had been feeling lonely, missing her husband who was away on a shoot. Frank, sensing her melancholy, had taken her hand and led her to a secluded bench. He had looked into her eyes, his own reflecting a mixture of concern and desire. "You're a beautiful woman, Aishwarya," he had said softly. "You deserve to be happy." And with that, he had leaned in and kissed her, a gentle, tender kiss that had set her heart aflutter.
Over the years, their affair had deepened. They would steal moments together when they could, their bodies entwining in secret hotel rooms, their breaths mingling in whispered promises. Frank was always there for her, ready to fulfill her needs, to satisfy the hunger that her husband couldn't always quench.
Tonight, they found themselves in a luxurious suite in New York City. Aishwarya was preparing for a gala event, her body tense with anticipation. Frank, sensing her nerves, walked up behind her and began to massage her shoulders. "You're so tense, mon amour," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Let me help you relax."
Aishwarya leaned back into his touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Frank," she whispered, her voice laced with longing. "I need you."
Frank turned her around to face him, his eyes dark with desire. "And I need you, Aishwarya," he replied, his voice thick with lust. He lifted her chin, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Aishwarya melted into him, her body pressing against his as their tongues danced together.
Frank's hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts. Aishwarya gasped as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. "You're so responsive," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "I love how you react to my touch."
Aishwarya's breath hitched as Frank unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lace-clad breasts. He leaned down, his tongue circling her nipple through the fabric before pulling it into his mouth. Aishwarya cried out, her hands tangling in his hair as she arched into his touch.
Frank undressed her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts, and then slid her saree and petticoat down her hips. Aishwarya stepped out of the pool of fabric, standing before him in nothing but her lace panties. Frank's gaze raked over her body, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.
Aishwarya reached for Frank, her hands fumbling with his shirt. He helped her, pulling it off and tossing it aside. His body was a work of art, muscular and tanned, his chest dusted with dark hair. Aishwarya ran her hands over his body, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles.
Frank sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Aishwarya down onto his lap. She straddled him, her hands on his shoulders as she ground against him. Frank groaned, his cock hardening beneath her. He captured her mouth in a fierce kiss as his hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass.
Aishwarya broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. "I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice laced with need. Frank leaned her back onto the bed, his body covering hers as he kissed her again. His hand slipped between her legs, his fingers finding her clit through the lace of her panties.
Aishwarya moaned, her hips bucking against his touch. Frank slipped a finger inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You want this, don't you?"
"Yes," Aishwarya gasped, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes, I want you."
Frank slipped off her panties, tossing them aside before settling between her legs. He kissed her inner thigh, his hands spreading her wide as he licked her pussy. Aishwarya cried out, her hands fisting the sheets as Frank's tongue danced over her clit.
Frank licked and sucked her pussy, his fingers thrusting inside her. Aishwarya's moans filled the room, her body writhing as she rode the wave of pleasure. Frank brought her to the edge, her body tensing as she teetered on the brink of orgasm.
"Frank," she gasped, her body trembling. "Please, I need you inside me."
Frank slid up her body, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked into her eyes as he pushed inside her, a low groan escaping his lips. Aishwarya cried out, her body arching as she took him in. They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync as they made love.
"You feel so good," Aishwarya whispered, her nails digging into his back. "Faster, Frank. Harder."
Frank complied, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her. Aishwarya's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she neared orgasm. Frank leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss as he fucked her harder.
Their bodies moved together, their breaths coming in short gasps. The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, the sound of skin slapping against skin, their moans and gasps intertwining.
Aishwarya's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Frank groaned, his own orgasm following closely behind. He buried his face in her neck, his body shaking as he came.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Frank pulled out of her, rolling onto his back as he pulled Aishwarya into his arms. She snuggled against him, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the steady beat of his heart.
"I love you, Aishwarya," Frank whispered, his voice soft and tender. "I always have."
Aishwarya looked up at him, her eyes filled with love. "I love you too, Frank," she whispered back. "Always and forever."
The Secret Affair
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink as Aishwarya Rai stepped off the private jet. The air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the Indian heat she had left behind. She was a vision of elegance in her designer saree, her eyes hidden behind oversized sunglasses. Her bodyguard, Frank Swann, a tall, rugged Frenchman with piercing blue eyes, followed closely behind.
Frank had been with her for years, ever since her marriage to Abhishek Bachchan. He was more than just a bodyguard; he was a confidante, a protector, and sometimes, a secret lover. Their affair had started innocently enough, a stolen glance here, a lingering touch there. But it hadn't taken long for the spark to ignite into a full-blown flame.
Their first encounter had been in Paris, under the soft glow of the Eiffel Tower. Aishwarya had been feeling lonely, missing her husband who was away on a shoot. Frank, sensing her melancholy, had taken her hand and led her to a secluded bench. He had looked into her eyes, his own reflecting a mixture of concern and desire. "You're a beautiful woman, Aishwarya," he had said softly. "You deserve to be happy." And with that, he had leaned in and kissed her, a gentle, tender kiss that had set her heart aflutter.
Over the years, their affair had deepened. They would steal moments together when they could, their bodies entwining in secret hotel rooms, their breaths mingling in whispered promises. Frank was always there for her, ready to fulfill her needs, to satisfy the hunger that her husband couldn't always quench.
Tonight, they found themselves in a luxurious suite in New York City. Aishwarya was preparing for a gala event, her body tense with anticipation. Frank, sensing her nerves, walked up behind her and began to massage her shoulders. "You're so tense, mon amour," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Let me help you relax."
Aishwarya leaned back into his touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Frank," she whispered, her voice laced with longing. "I need you."
Frank turned her around to face him, his eyes dark with desire. "And I need you, Aishwarya," he replied, his voice thick with lust. He lifted her chin, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Aishwarya melted into him, her body pressing against his as their tongues danced together.
Frank's hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts. Aishwarya gasped as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. "You're so responsive," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "I love how you react to my touch."
Aishwarya's breath hitched as Frank unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lace-clad breasts. He leaned down, his tongue circling her nipple through the fabric before pulling it into his mouth. Aishwarya cried out, her hands tangling in his hair as she arched into his touch.
Frank undressed her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts, and then slid her saree and petticoat down her hips. Aishwarya stepped out of the pool of fabric, standing before him in nothing but her lace panties. Frank's gaze raked over her body, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.
Aishwarya reached for Frank, her hands fumbling with his shirt. He helped her, pulling it off and tossing it aside. His body was a work of art, muscular and tanned, his chest dusted with dark hair. Aishwarya ran her hands over his body, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles.
Frank sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Aishwarya down onto his lap. She straddled him, her hands on his shoulders as she ground against him. Frank groaned, his cock hardening beneath her. He captured her mouth in a fierce kiss as his hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass.
Aishwarya broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. "I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice laced with need. Frank leaned her back onto the bed, his body covering hers as he kissed her again. His hand slipped between her legs, his fingers finding her clit through the lace of her panties.
Aishwarya moaned, her hips bucking against his touch. Frank slipped a finger inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You want this, don't you?"
"Yes," Aishwarya gasped, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes, I want you."
Frank slipped off her panties, tossing them aside before settling between her legs. He kissed her inner thigh, his hands spreading her wide as he licked her pussy. Aishwarya cried out, her hands fisting the sheets as Frank's tongue danced over her clit.
Frank licked and sucked her pussy, his fingers thrusting inside her. Aishwarya's moans filled the room, her body writhing as she rode the wave of pleasure. Frank brought her to the edge, her body tensing as she teetered on the brink of orgasm.
"Frank," she gasped, her body trembling. "Please, I need you inside me."
Frank slid up her body, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked into her eyes as he pushed inside her, a low groan escaping his lips. Aishwarya cried out, her body arching as she took him in. They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync as they made love.
"You feel so good," Aishwarya whispered, her nails digging into his back. "Faster, Frank. Harder."
Frank complied, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her. Aishwarya's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she neared orgasm. Frank leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss as he fucked her harder.
Their bodies moved together, their breaths coming in short gasps. The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, the sound of skin slapping against skin, their moans and gasps intertwining.
Aishwarya's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Frank groaned, his own orgasm following closely behind. He buried his face in her neck, his body shaking as he came.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Frank pulled out of her, rolling onto his back as he pulled Aishwarya into his arms. She snuggled against him, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the steady beat of his heart.
"I love you, Aishwarya," Frank whispered, his voice soft and tender. "I always have."
Aishwarya looked up at him, her eyes filled with love. "I love you too, Frank," she whispered back. "Always and forever."
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