A Marriage 3

My breath caught in my throat as the shrill ringtone of my cell phone pierced the charged air. We had missed the first call, too lost in our forbidden embrace to notice. As it rang a second time, I pushed Raghav Ji away, my heart hammering against my ribs as I fumbled for the phone.

With trembling fingers, I answered the call, my stomach twisting into knots when I saw Alok's name flashing on the screen. "Sanjana, where are you?" his voice echoed in my ear, and I struggled to keep my tone steady in response.

"I'm in the bathroom," I fibbed, cursing myself for the flimsy excuse. Alok seemed distracted, his mind clearly preoccupied with his work crisis. He barely seemed to register the nervous tremor in my voice as he explained that he had to dash off to the office.

Anger flared within me at yet another abandoned night, but I bit my tongue, not wanting to sour my mood anymore. "Where are you now?" I asked, trying to keep my voice level.

"I'm already on my way. The room keys are at reception," he replied distractedly. "Sorry for leaving you alone. Enjoy the wedding, and I'll pick you up tomorrow."

As Alok's call ended, I felt a rush of relief mixed with a hint of guilt, quickly replaced by a surge of anticipation as I turned to face Raghav Ji. He stood beside me, a knowing smirk playing across his lips.

"Bhabhi Ji, it seems your husband has left you all alone on your suhag rat," he purred, his eyes glinting with mischief and lust.

In that moment, all thoughts of Alok fled my mind as I grinned back at Raghav Ji, our forbidden desire bubbling to the surface. "Then Bhai Saab, it seems someone will have to replace him," I replied, my voice dripping with seduction.

"Bhabhi Ji, let's not waste any more time. My cock cannot wait any longer for your pussy," Raghav Ji growled, his words sending a shiver of excitement down my spine.

Ten minutes later, we stood in front of the opulent royal suite, booked especially for Raghav Ji. With a flourish, he opened the door and pulled me inside, the heavy wooden door closing shut behind us with a resounding thud.

The moment the door closed behind us, Raghav Ji wasted no time in seizing my lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. His actions were animalistic and overwhelming, leaving me breathless and aching for more. He pushed me against the wall, and this time, we knew there would be no interruptions.

Breaking the kiss, Raghav Ji gazed at me with a primal hunger that ignited a fire deep within me. He began planting a trail of bites down my neck, each nip and suck sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I let out a low moan, my back arching as his lips continued their descent.

As he reached my chest, Raghav Ji made quick work of my choli, revealing my breasts, which were now only covered by my bra. His eyes gleamed with naked desire as he took in the sight of my ample bosom, straining against the delicate fabric. I could feel his eyes devouring every inch of my exposed skin.

Raghav Ji's hands moved to my breasts with a hunger that burned through his every touch. He grabbed and squeezed them, rough and forceful, as if he craved the sensation of flesh in his fists. I shivered in response, my body eager for more.

Next, he reached around my back, deftly unhooking my bra and allowing it to fall away from my shoulders. My C-cup breasts, capped with dark brown nipples that had grown hard from his touch, were now exposed to his full view. He admired the sight with a pleased grin, his voice laced with teasing as he spoke.

"You've hidden these beauties really well, Bhabhi Ji. These 'babies' could make even an 80-year-old man hard," he remarked with a wink.

Surprise flashed through me as he pulled out his phone, saying, "I should take a picture so that I never forget this view." I tried to protest, shaking my head and pleading, "Bhai Saab, don't take a photo."

His laughter rang out, rich and seductive. "Don't worry, Bhabhi Ji. These will go straight into my private collection," he reassured me, still pointing the camera at my breasts.

I closed my eyes embarrassed as Raghav Ji snapped photo after photo, capturing every angle and curve of my exposed breasts. A shiver of shame and excitement ran through me, as I had never allowed anyone to take such intimate pictures before. The way he grinned at me as he focused on his phone made me feel like the most gorgeous woman in the world.

I could feel a growing ache deep in my core, an overwhelming urge to touch myself as he continued his private photoshoot. Raghav Ji must have sensed I was reaching my limits, because he suddenly stopped.

"Sorry, Bhabhi Ji. Got a bit carried away capturing your beauty," he apologized with a wink, tossing his phone onto the nearby sofa.

Turning to face me, he approached slowly, a predatory glint in his eye. "Now, let us begin our Suhag rat," he purred.

Without warning, Raghav Ji scooped me up into a bridal carry, his thick arms easily supporting my weight. He strode purposefully towards the luxurious bed, his intentions clear.