A Marriage 4

Raghav Ji carefully lowered me onto the plush bed, his gaze never leaving my body, as if he couldn't get enough of the sight. He began to remove his own clothing, starting with his shirt. I watched with eager eyes, delighting in the sight of his hairy, muscular chest when he discarded both his shirt and his wife beater.

Next, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, slowly pulling them down, revealing his throbbing erection straining against his underwear. I took a moment to drink in the sight, my anticipation growing with each passing second.

With a pleased smile, Raghav Ji joined me on the bed, straddling my waist. He captured my lips in another fierce, passionate kiss, his hands moving to the intricate knot of my lehenga. In moments, he had untied it. He moved down pulling the lehenga down over my hips to reveal my panties.

Raghav Ji's gaze fixated on my exposed womanhood as he pulled my panties aside. I felt a surge of embarrassment wash over me and instinctively tried to close my legs, shielding myself from his intense scrutiny.

"Bhai Saab, please, don't stare so intently," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled darkly, his hands gently but firmly pushing my thighs apart again. "Relax, Bhabhi Ji. There's no need to be shy. Your body is a masterpiece," he murmured appreciatively, his fingers lightly grazing my sensitive folds.

I couldn't hold back a small gasp at the contact. Raghav Ji's eyes met mine, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "You're really wet down there, Bhabhi Ji. Looks like your pussy is more than ready for me," he said in a low, seductive tone.

With one swift motion, he slid his underwear down, freeing his thick, hard cock.

Raghav Raj's thick, veiny cock pressed against my slick entrance, the blunt head nudging insistently at my folds. I gazed down at it in a mix of anticipation and disbelief. Could I really let another man, one not my husband, penetrate my most sacred place? My thoughts scattered as he began to push forward, stretching me open around his girth.

"Unnngh!" I cried out as he sank into my hot, welcoming depths. The sensation of being filled and stretched by his considerable size was intense, bordering on painful. Yet beneath the discomfort was a growing undercurrent of pleasure, my neglected walls clenching around the hard intrusion.

"Fuck Bhabhi Ji, you're so tight!" Raghav grunted, his face contorting in a mixture of concentration and bliss. "Feels like a fucking virgin pussy," he groaned, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust of his hips.

I could only moan in response, too lost in sensation to form a coherent reply. As he began to move within me, his true nature became even more apparent. Gone was the charming veneer, replaced by a raw, animalistic lust.

His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he pistoned in and out, each thrust striking deep inside me. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by our mingled moans and grunts.

Raghav's eyes gleamed with wicked amusement as he drank in my expression, taking in the blissed-out, almost pained look on my face. "Bhabhi Ji, how does it feel to have a different cock stretching your cunt instead of your husband's?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic glee.

I couldn't meet his gaze, shame coloring my cheeks. I closed my eyes tight, unwilling to acknowledge the truth of his words. But my body betrayed me, my inner walls clenching around him in response to his lewd statement.

"Bhabhi Ji, look at me," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes, only to have him capture my lips in a searing kiss. I couldn't help but return it, our tongues tangling heat.

"Mmmmph! Ahhh!" I cried out as he suddenly sped up his thrusts, pounding into me with renewed vigor. The wet, obscene sounds of our coupling filled the room, mixing with our harsh pants and moans.

I had already peaked twice under his relentless ministrations, my body quivering from the **** of my orgasms. Yet Raghav showed no signs of fatigue, his stamina seemingly endless as he continued to drive into my pliant, over-sensitive body.

As the minutes ticked by and his thrusts grew harder, faster, I knew I was heading towards another shattering climax. This was by far the hardest and deepest I had ever been fucked, and it was rapidly becoming the best sex of my life.

Raghav's eyes met mine, the lust now tempered by a hint of desire and satisfaction. "Bhabhi Ji, I'm... I'm at my limit," he panted, yet even as he admitted it, his thrusts became more frantic, more ****.

I opened my eyes, the fog of pleasure clearing just enough to realize the implications of our actions. "Bhai Saab, please, cum outside. I don't want to be pregnant," I pleaded. My words seemed to spur him on, his hips bucking forward with renewed vigor.

A moment later, the first spasms coursed through his body, and I felt the hot flood of his seed bursting from him. He released inside my clenching sex, coating my insides with his essence, but not before splashing a generous amount over my stomach.

Exhausted, he slumped against me, his heavy breathing mingling with my own. We lay there, entwined in each other's arms, for a few minutes, our minds drifting in the aftermath of our intense coupling.

Finally, I pushed myself up, wincing at the lingering ache between my thighs. With a heavy heart and a sense of unease, I walked towards the bathroom to clean up. I turned on the faucet, letting the warm water wash away the remnants of our wicked tryst. As I looked into the mirror, I saw a woman flushed, post-sex, and tainted with guilt. A bitter smile played on my lips as I realized that this was only the beginning.